Simon. Fucking. Says.

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I stared at Professor Spence for the rest of the class last night. Not listening to a thing he said but more trying to figure him out. Paying attention to his body, listening to his voice, anything to show me if this is Maverick. There are definitely some similarities; his size and skin tone are similar to what I remember, but it is very dimly lit in the club.
His jaw line along with his voice could definitely match. But I’ve only been in the club one time, so tonight I need to pay very close attention.
I’m fighting with my curiosity of knowing and my fun of not knowing. The excitement of the club is not knowing who this person is. Now that I might know, I didn’t want it to ruin the anonymity of the club for me. The thought of it turning into just another one-night-stand type of thing bothered me. I just joined. I’m afraid if I know who he is then it will ruin everything, and I’ll be left with only the one night of fun I had.
And what are the freaking odds of me joining a sex club—finally—and I fuck my teacher. Surely, the world isn’t conspiring against me that much.
It’s that damn question; did curiosity really kill the cat, or in my case, my pussy?
As I enter the club, still having no clue what I want to do or not do, I decide, fuck it, I’m going to pray I’m wrong and that it’s not him. If it is by chance my professor, at least it will make my class that much more interesting.
I look around, noticing people already starting to scene, and the sight alone sends tingles down my legs and a rush of excitement through my veins. I pause, deciding to sit and watch the foursome unfolding in front of me.
I’m here to keep an eye on things for Preston and Kamii, so what better scene than a foursome. I still can’t believe I get to be a part of something like this, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to sit and watch, or rather, enjoy my view.
To my surprise, I feel a warm arm wrap around my waist, pulling me into him and whispering close to my ear, “Busted.”
Professor Spence.
I turn around to face him. “Excuse me, what’s that supposed to mean?” Does he know, too?
“Hey…” He pulls me into his front. “Don’t be ashamed. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying watching people fuck.”
I try to look past his mask and into his eyes, but I can barely make out the dark orbs looking back at me. Before I respond, I take my time, looking him up and down, studying his body, his clothing, even his shoes. Trying to find anything to accurately identify him.
I have my suspicions, but I’m not ready to state the fact yet, so I decide to play along. “Where’s your friend?”
“You liked that, didn’t you? The way he watched me fuck you last time.”
“Maybe,” I say, placing my hand on his chest.
“He’s here. Don’t you worry. You want to play with us again, tonight?”
“Is that even a question?”
“Well…” He leans in and kisses up my neck. “You liked me that much then, huh?”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself. Your friend had a lot to do with it, too,” I tease.
“Ha.” He laughs out. “Let’s go find him then, your highness.”
He takes my hand and walks me to his friend, who’s leaning against the bar, and to my surprise, he’s wearing a different mask than the last time I saw him. This one is bigger, covering more of his face, making him appear even more secretive. His mood doesn’t look as bothered tonight, but he’s still standoffish with his body language. A part of me is dying to know why, but a different part is praying he plays the same game.
He looks delicious in designer jeans and a tight Henley that’s showing off the crazy muscles this man has. He nods at my arrival as he brings his beer to his lips, taking a drink while his eyes roam up and down the length of my body. I do the same and am stopped short when I notice a thick watch on his wrist. It’s unlike one I’ve ever seen before where the band is more of a cuff and is a good two inches thick. I took him for a business type, maybe a lawyer like Cole, but this watch makes me think he’s more of a punk or skater.
Interesting.
“Do I get to know your name tonight?”
He doesn’t respond, just shakes his head, and fuck me, my whole body sings with excitement knowing I’ll get another night like the last.
“Then what’s your plan? Are we going to play a game?” I tease, stepping up to him, plastering my body with his. He doesn’t push me away, and for a brief moment, his hand grips my waist tightly, almost too tight, before turning me to the side to face Maverick as he brings the bottle to his lips again.
Rejection starts to fight its way into my mind, but it’s quickly pushed away when his hand reaches up, moving my hair to the side like he’s admiring what he sees. His hand stays there for a few breaths before nodding his head to Maverick like he’s ready to go.
Maverick guides me to the same room, and my secret man sits in his same spot. I think we’re going the same route when a deep, husky voice calls from in front of me. “You want to play a game, so let’s play a game.”
I look up, and the man is sitting with a slight smirk on his face as he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and circling a beer bottle down low between his fingertips.
Something about him intrigues me. His mystery. His demeanor. His everything.
I hear Maverick chuckle, and I respond, “What do you have in mind?”
“I’m in charge tonight. You. Do. What. I. Say,” he says all long and drawn out but keeping in his deep voice that reminds me of Batman and Bruce Wayne. It’s obvious this isn’t his real voice, and a part of me is dying to know why he’s going to such extreme lengths to conceal his identity. But the other part of me almost wants to jump for joy at the thought of not knowing and playing his little charade.
“What’s the fun in that for me?” I taunt.
Maverick grabs my arm, pulling me into him. “Dare you doubt us?”
Chills rush down my spine, the fear of the unknown sending my blood rushing through my veins as my heart beats what feels like a mile a minute.
“Never,” I whisper as Maverick’s han

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Written by Sexywriter
Hochgeladen April 11, 2021
Notes Let's play a game... I'm in control and you do as I say. But as the game is played, all control is lost and no one is ashamed to beg for what they want.
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