Authors: Natasha Rostova
The Naked Truth (28 page)
Adam gaped at her. ‘She’s coming with Eldrich?’
‘They’re not dating,’ Tess assured him. ‘They’re just friends.’
‘But Logan doesn’t know that!’
‘Shit, he doesn’t, does he?’ Tess stood up and walked to the closet. ‘Why in the hell did he decide to come with you, anyway?’
‘I don’t know,’ Adam moaned. ‘I was telling him that I thought Callie missed him, and then I saw that it was time to go. Next thing I knew, he was driving us both here. This is a total disaster.’
‘Adam, hurry and get dressed,’ Tess urged as she slipped out of her robe and into her leather apron. ‘Don’t worry. Callie knows how to handle that fascist.’
Adam gasped. ‘Don’t call him that!’
Tess rolled her eyes. ‘Sorry, precious, sorry.’
‘I know he’s demanding, but there is no need to insult him.’
Tess smiled and approached him, reaching out to run her hand over his head. ‘You really do have a torch for Logan Waterford, don’t you?’
Adam flushed hotly. ‘I do not.’
Tess pulled his head against her breasts, letting him feel the slickness of the leather and the warmth of her skin.
‘Don’t you?’ she murmured. ‘You mean it doesn’t excite you the tiniest bit to know that he’s going to be out there in the audience watching you?’
A quiver travelled through Adam. His dick twitched. Tess knew him better than he knew himself. He groaned and shook his head.
‘This is a catastrophe.’
‘Catastrophe or not, we have a show to perform,’ Tess reminded him. She tugged him off the couch and slapped his arse. ‘Now get dressed. I’m expecting you to be on top form tonight.’
With a heavy heart, Adam went into the second dressing room and took his outfit from the wardrobe. The other four performers bustled about, decking themselves out in leather, chains and lace. Adam caught the gaze of Peter, who had previously been one of Tess’s assistants. Tonight, he was to have a completely different role. He was a good-looking young man with auburn hair and a meaty build.
Peter approached him with a slow smile. ‘So, Adam. You ready for me?’
Adam blushed and tried not to look down to gauge the size of Peter’s cock. ‘I hope so.’
‘Just remember to relax.’
Yeah, right, Adam thought. With Logan in the audience? He sighed and stripped off his clothes, then put on a leather G-string. Tess had told him that was all he was allowed to wear for this series. A pot of black greasepaint rested on the dressing table, and he smeared it all over his face as per Tess’s instructions. The four heathens were wearing only leather undergarments and black paint underneath their red robes. Adam hoped that maybe Logan wouldn’t recognise him with black paint smeared all over his face. It was a futile hope, considering Logan could probably identify a marshmallow in a cloud, but a hope nonetheless.
The chatter of the audience began to build as the theatre filled. Nerves clenched in Adam’s stomach. He hoped he wasn’t about to be sick. He took his position with the other heathens behind the curtain. Several wooden torture devices had been set up around them. A low, haunting music began to drift from the speakers as the lights dimmed. Monks chanted in deep, resonant voices like other-worldly beings. Adam took a few deep breaths and tried to think calming thoughts. A deep, fragrant meadow, the sun on the beach, the first flower of spring, Tess’s big nipples. Adam’s penis tightened. At least he didn’t have to worry about getting it up for the performance.
The curtain parted. The audience grew hushed. Adam’s face burnt with embarrassment underneath the black greasepaint as Peter came forward to lead him to centre stage. Adam could practically feel Logan’s disgusted presence as Peter stripped off Adam’s robe in one quick movement. The lights blasted on to his naked skin and his bulging penis in its leather encasing. The audience murmured slightly as Tess stripped the other heathens amidst one of her slow, sinuous dances. Adam squinted and peered out into the audience, hoping he could at least figure out where Logan was sitting. He couldn’t see a darned thing because of the blinding lights.
Suddenly, Tess whipped him across the buttocks with her switch. Adam gasped as pain flared through him. He gave her a pleading look, but she would show no mercy. She pointed to a pillory. Peter grasped Adam’s neck and forced his head through the wooden device, then put each hand beside him before clamping the frame over his head. Adam groaned. He was on his knees, his head and wrists imprisoned like a slave’s, his arse sticking up for all to see. He cried out as the whip lashed across his buttocks again. The pain spread, blocking out the murmurs of the audience. Breath whooshed out of his lungs as he watched his majestic Tess strut around him, lashing him with the whip and demanding his obedience. The sound of chanting filled Adam’s ears. His penis ached. He couldn’t even move his neck.
He felt a man’s big hands grab on to his hips. Peter. Sweat broke out on Adam’s forehead. He tried to relax. Impossible. His anus clenched. Peter’s hands moved to his arse cheeks. Adam yelped. The entire surface of his buttocks ached from the bite of the whip. Peter spread his cheeks. Adam winced as he felt the head of Peter’s cock pushing against his hole. Shit, this was going to hurt. He squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel the audience’s collective gaze burning into him. Pressure collected in his body. Peter was really forcing it there. He tore off Adam’s G-string, letting his penis flop out. The audience drew in a breath. Adam opened one eye to look at them. They seemed to be enjoying his little performance. He wriggled his hips slightly, stimulated by the pain and the exhibitionism. His blood grew hot from the lights and the tension of another man’s cock.
To his eternal gratitude, Peter reached down and began to massage Adam’s cock as he continued easing into his anus. Adam gasped and tried to take all of the other man in. He closed his eyes again and imagined that it was Logan. Oh, yeah. His sphincter relaxed, allowing Peter to begin thrusting into him. Grunts filled the air. Adam was painfully full of the other man’s thick stalk. He pictured Logan’s muscular, naked body behind him, his big hands on Adam’s hips. Excitement prickled his spine. Peter’s hand worked frantically on Adam’s shaft until his entire body became submerged in sensation. Pressure built at the base of his penis. He moaned, unable to stand it any longer. He suspected that Tess would be unhappy, but he couldn’t hold on. He came with a guttural cry, spurting all over Peter’s hand and the floor. Peter continued grunting and thrusting, before he shouted and submitted to his own orgasm.
Adam’s head spun. He drew in choked gasps of air, trying to collect his senses and his thoughts. He was dimly aware of the performance continuing around him, of Tess leaping about, torturing the other heathens, fucking them with her switch, lashing them with her whip. Adam’s mind closed in on Logan again. Was he still out there, or had he stormed out in disgust? A hot flush covered Adam’s entire body. He could only imagine how he must look, stark naked and dripping in sweat, his buttocks covered with red marks. He was definitely going to get fired after tonight.
Much to Adam’s relief, Tess seemed to realise that he was intensely uncomfortable, because she made Peter release him from the pillory and allowed him to go backstage. Adam returned to his dressing room, where he downed a glass of water and wiped off the sweat with a towel. The pain began to ease a bit into a rather pleasurable ache. He slipped on a robe and decided to wait for Tess in her dressing room, where her well-wishers would congregate.
As he approached her room, he realised that the door was slightly ajar. Adam frowned. Tess always locked her room during a performance. He went a little closer and nearly leapt out of his skin when he heard Logan’s raised voice. Was the older man waiting to burn him alive and then fire him? No, there was another voice. Callie’s. Adam’s heart began to pound. Uh oh.
‘Do you get off on it? Is that why your life suddenly seems packed with perversity?’ Logan wasn’t yelling, but he was definitely angry.
‘The point is that it’s my life,’ Callie retorted. ‘I am not discussing this with you. Tess is a good friend of mine, and I’m here to support her. I frankly couldn’t care less what she does on or off stage. And maybe you should be a little less concerned with what other people are doing and a little more concerned with your own life.’
Adam peeked through the crack in the door. Logan stood there with his hands on his hips and his body lined with tension. Callie crossed her arms and glared at him.
‘Besides,’ she continued. ‘I’m getting a little sick of you following me around.’
‘I didn’t follow you,’ Logan snapped. ‘I came with Adam.’
Callie’s eyebrows lifted. ‘Adam?’
‘Yes. He said he was in a performance.’
‘And you wanted to see it?’ Callie asked in disbelief.
‘No. I suspected that you might be here. Of course, I was right.’
‘So, what did you want to do, Logan?’ Callie asked tightly. ‘Do you want to fuck me again? Was that why you came to the voodoo ceremony?’
Adam’s eyes widened. Logan had been at the voodoo ceremony? Even from a short distance, Adam could see a muscle begin to tick on Logan’s jaw. Oh, he was mad now.
‘I came to talk some sense into you,’ Logan replied curtly.
‘Are you sure about that? Because every time we see each other, we seem to end up fucking. You know, maybe if that had happened a little more often during our marriage, I might not have left you.’
Adam clapped a hand over his mouth to keep from gasping aloud. Or from giving Callie a great big cheer.
Logan’s hands clenched into fists. ‘That’s what this all comes down to, then? You needed a good fuck?’
Callie sighed, her shoulders slumping. ‘No, Logan, of course not.’
‘Callie, I want you to come home.’
She looked at him. ‘Why?’
Logan appeared almost startled. Adam tried not to cackle. Twice in one evening something had surprised the man. It must be a record.
‘Why?’ Logan repeated. ‘Because you’re my wife, that’s why.’
‘And because it’s not good for your reputation that I’ve left you.’
‘I couldn’t care less about what people are saying. I want you home because that’s where you belong.’
‘Where I
belong
? You know, that kind of ownership vocabulary doesn’t work with me.’
belong
? You know, that kind of ownership vocabulary doesn’t work with me.’
Logan gave a frustrated sigh. ‘I’m not saying that I own you, Callie, I’m saying I want you home because that’s the way things should be. Part of a marriage is living together.’
‘There are other aspects to a marriage,’ Callie replied. ‘I wish you would understand that.’
‘And how in the hell is your living in a flat above a hippie shop supposed to make any of that better?’ Logan asked. ‘You belong at home.’
‘And that’s your reason,’ Callie said. Her voice sounded defeated.
Tell her you love her, you ass!
Adam wanted to shout at Logan, but the sound of applause broke him out of his fascination with the scene before him. He backed away from the door and tried to pretend that he was just approaching.
Adam wanted to shout at Logan, but the sound of applause broke him out of his fascination with the scene before him. He backed away from the door and tried to pretend that he was just approaching.
‘Tess, are you in here?’ he called loudly, knocking on the door before pushing it open. ‘Tess? Um, sorry, I didn’t realise anyone was here.’
Logan glared at him. ‘Adam, you’re fired.’
Adam winced. ‘Yeah, I thought so.’
‘Callie, I’m tired of rehashing this,’ Logan said, turning back to his wife. ‘Think about what I’ve said. You won’t have many more chances.’
‘What does that mean?’
‘It means I’ve had enough.’ He stalked out of the room.
Callie sighed and gave Adam an apologetic look.
‘I’m sorry.’
He shrugged and scratched his head. The thought of not seeing Logan on a daily basis pained him deeply, but maybe it was better this way. ‘That’s OK. I guess I’m not exactly lawyer material anyway. I didn’t mean to interrupt you.’
‘I’m glad you did. I didn’t realise Logan would be here.’
‘I thought you came with Eldrich.’
‘I did,’ Callie said. ‘He scurried out of the side door when he saw Logan approaching. Can’t say I blame him.’ She smiled faintly. ‘You were really good tonight. It looked . . . um, difficult.’
‘Yeah, it was. I think I should train for this kind of thing. You know, like an athlete.’
They exchanged smiles. Adam thought that Logan was a damn fool.
‘So, are you going to go back to him?’ he asked.
Callie lifted her shoulders in a shrug. ‘I don’t see why. He doesn’t seem to have changed at all.’
Adam remembered Logan’s reaction to his words earlier that evening. ‘Excuse me for asking, but does he know you love him?’
She gave him a startled look that was almost identical to the one Logan had given him. Adam was beginning to realise what part of the problem was with this couple.
‘That I love him?’ Callie repeated. ‘Why do you ask that?’
‘I just thought that you did, that’s all. Does he know?’
Such sadness filled Callie’s eyes that Adam’s heart nearly broke.
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