by JA Low
“Is that your way of fishing for gossip?” I raise a brow at him.
“I’m just making polite conversation,” he tells me.
“Yes. I had a great Valentine’s Day. I caught up with Adam. The guy I met at your birthday. He was here from San Fran for business.”
“So you’re dating?” I shake my head.
“No. He works mainly up in Silicon Valley. We agreed we’d catch up when he’s in town.” Oscar nods, but his mind looks like it’s elsewhere.
“I have to ask,” he starts. This sounds serious. “You really didn’t mind that I took those two girls to bed on my birthday?”
“Did you mind that I took Adam home?”
“No,” he states firmly.
“Exactly. It was the same for me. I hope you had fun. They looked like they would have been fun.” Oscar just stares at me. “You still don’t believe me do you?”
“It’s just…” He lets out a heavy sigh. “I have never met a woman like you before and I guess, no I hope, it was the truth. I have fun with you, Stace, but I also enjoy my freedom.”
“I do to.”
“And if I said I wanted to fuck you tonight.”
“I would tell you that you’re pretty transparent. That asking to come over for dinner to ‘catch up’ was code word for booty call.” This makes him burst out laughing.
“Guess I am pretty transparent then.”
“Can we eat first? I skipped lunch today and I’m starving.”
“Of course. You’re going to need your strength.”
Dinner was perfect. A steak and salad with a bottle of good red wine, which I am still slowly sipping on a glass. Oscar clears away the plates as I move to the sofa. I kick up my feet onto the coffee table admiring my view of the city. Oscar takes a seat beside me, a glass of red in his hand.
“I’ve noticed your buttons.” Such a weird statement but then I remember our conversation in Australia.
“I guess a wise man told me once that he thought I was too prim and proper because my buttons were done up too high. Didn’t want people to get the wrong idea.” I knock my shoulder against his. This makes him smile.
“Wish I had never said anything now. Because every man can now see what an amazing rack you have. Not sure if I like that.”
“Why thank you, sir. You have such a way with words.” He grumbles beside me. “Lucky you don’t have a say in who sees my rack either.” Another grumble. “Want me to do my buttons up? I mean, my magnificent rack might distract you.”
“Can’t you just accept a compliment without busting my balls?”
“I can. But where’s the fun in that?” I smile over my glass at him, which makes him roll his eyes.
A couple of hours later, and two more bottles of wine, we’re watching some Netflix but we haven’t quite reached the chill bit of the night, and I’m becoming sleepy. I must doze off at some point because I wake up to a loud explosion and realize it’s the TV.
“I’m so sorry.” I wipe my mouth. I’ve probably drooled all over him.
“Guess I’m a boring dinner guest,” he chuckles.
“No. No. Sorry, it’s me. I’ve been a bad host. This wine is so good; it relaxed me into a coma.”
“Note to self, next time bring crap wine so Stacey doesn’t fall asleep.” I give him a playful shove, which makes him laugh.
“You’re awake now. You are awake, aren’t you?” I nod, trying to stifle a yawn. “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” His tone turns serious. He has my attention. “I was wondering if you were free Saturday night.” Is he asking me out on a date?
“I don’t have any plans.” He rubs his hands along his thighs. Is he nervous?
“I wanted to take you somewhere, but I can’t tell you about it until you get there. All I can say is I’ve been granted permission to invite you along to that place that delivers fantasies.” Butterflies flutter in my stomach. “Is that something that might interest you?”
“Would you be there with me?”
“Of course. I won’t leave you alone unless you ask me to.” I nod.
“What do you think they will do to me?” Not going to lie, I’m a little nervous.
“Do you really want to know?”
“Maybe for the first time. Just so it gives me a couple of days for it to sink in.” Oscar reaches out and touches my face.
“You don’t have to do it. You don’t have to do anything.”
“I’m curious now.” His thumb brushes over my lips.
“I promise you will like it, very, very much.” My body shivers at the seductive promise.
“Do I need to wear anything special?”
“Something easy to take off might be a start.” My heart is definitely beating a hundred miles a minute now. “I’m sure you will look hot in anything that you wear.” That doesn’t really ease my nerves. “I better go.” He leans in and kisses me softly, then slowly before pulling away. “See ya Saturday, kitten. Sleep tight.”
10
Oscar
I’m a little nervous about tonight. Tonight is the first time I’m bringing Stacey to The Paradise Club.
“Relax.” Axel pats me on the back. “I’ve never seen you nervous before about a chick. Stacey must have done a number on you.” I give him a skeptical look.
“Please. I’m not pussy whipped like Evan is.” Axel gives me a smirk. “You know how hard it is to find someone who likes things the way we do.” Axel nods in understanding. I’ve confided in Axel about what has been happening between Stacey and I; that we catch up, we fuck, we see other people and she isn’t the least bit jealous. I know for a fact she’s going out too, thanks to the chatty conversations my sister likes to have about it. But tonight, tonight is going to be a real test to see if she really is wired the same way Axel and I are. Because if she is…
“Mr. Eriksen, your guest has arrived,” the receptionist advises me. I take a deep breath as I stride across the bar area toward the main door. The receptionist holds it open for me and I step through to the entry foyer. I see Stacey standing there looking nervous but beautiful. She’s dressed in a short black cocktail dress, pointy heels and her blonde hair is swept up to one side exposing one half of her neck. At the sound of movement she looks up at me, her green eyes sparkling when she sees me, her cheeks turning the faintest pink color. I stride over to her.
“You look beautiful.” I kiss her cheeks.
“Thank you. I…I didn’t know what to wear.” She gives a little shrug.
“It’s perfect.” Because it is. I’m just thinking of the things I want to do with her without even having to get her undressed. The hem of her dress is the perfect length to have some fun with. We make our way through the door again and into the club. Stacey is silent as she takes it all in.
“This is not at all what I was expecting.” She looks around at the luxurious surroundings.
“Did you seriously think I was taking you to some kind of dirty sex den?” She pauses in her steps and looks up at me.
“No. I trust you, Oscar.” Her words hit like an arrow through my heart. “I just wasn’t expecting something this gorgeous.” She smiles. I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her into my side. I kiss her head and usher her toward the bar where Axel is sitting.
“Oh.” She stares at Axel when she sees him.
“Stacey. You look gorgeous,” Axel greets her kissing her cheeks. She has no idea what I have in store for her and us tonight. Stacey’s cheeks flush at Axel’s compliment. Good, I want her to be attracted to him. There’s a glass of champagne waiting for her at the bar, she takes it and quickly drinks it, nerves obviously getting the better of her.
“Would you like another? I ask. She nods and the bartender gives her another glass, this time she sips it slowly. “You don’t have to be nervous, little one.”
“I know. It’s just the anticipation is getting to me. You know, the images I have thought up in my mind are probably worse than what will happen tonight.”
“On this level there is no play allowed. It’s for drinking and talking and dancing just like a normal nightclub,” I explain.
“Shall we go upstairs to where the fun happens?” Axel asks. We both look over to Stacey and she nods. I take her hand as we follow Axel up to the next level. We start to ascend the grand staircase, I explain the different levels.
“This is level one. It’s where beginners or people who want to take things slow hang out. Nothing hard core, just good old fashion play.” Of course the first thing she sees when she reaches the top of the stairs is the glass cube. It’s a great introduction to the club, especially when it’s occupied for everyone to see. We move through the crowd to find a spot that isn’t so crowded. Her steps slow as she realizes what is happening in the cube.
“Anyone can join them,” Axel adds.
“Is that what…?” She doesn’t finish her question.
“Little one, you’re not ready for that…yet.” She nods, but her eyes are glued to the show currently playing out in the box. Axel and I look over the top of her, he nods with a smile. Okay, he’s still in. Stacey’s cheeks are flushed pink.
“Have you ever gone in there?”
“A couple of times, but I’m not really that much of an exhibitionist. I’m more of a voyeur.” She nods taking it all in. “Is that something that might interest you?” She frowns a little.
“I’m not sure. I mean…it’s all so…you know…overwhelming.” She looks around us for the first time and notices people in various states of arousal. Her eyes widen when she recognizes who they are, but she doesn’t say a word. She hasn’t run away screaming yet, so I think it might be a win. Let’s just hope that when we take this to a private room she will still be okay.
“Do people just…you know…do it while others watch?”
I whisper, “Yes.” Stacey’s eyes widen as she takes another tentative look around the club.
“Are you ready to see more?”
“Yes, please.” A slight tone of eagerness is in her voice. We head toward the corridor which leads to private rooms.
“The rooms with a red light are occupied. Some have just the sound on so people can listen. Some have just the blinds open so you can see in but not hear anything, and some have everything open for you to enjoy,” Axel informs her, pointing at the different rooms. “Here, press this,” Axel tells her. She presses the button and the sound of sex comes through in stereo. Her eyes widen and a grin falls across her face.
“They sound like they are having fun.” She giggles.
“The rooms also allow for total privacy too. Not everyone likes to share what is happening behind the curtains.”
“Would you like to see your room?” Axel asks.
“I have a room?” Stacey turns to me.
“Yes. You have a room.”
“Can I see it?” She asks eagerly. Axel smiles and takes her hand pulling her back down the corridor to the green light.
“After you.” Axel holds open the door for her. Stacey rushes in, and I step in after her. I have chosen a simple room. It looks more like a luxury hotel room.
“I wasn’t expecting this.” The door closes behind us with a click.
“Don’t you like it?” Did I choose the right room?
“No. I like it. It doesn’t feel as terrifying as the other rooms.”
“Tonight is just a test to see whether or not you like certain things. If you do we can explore more, and if you don’t then you have a fun story in your spank bank,” I explain to her.
“I had no idea something like this existed.”
“That’s the point. No one is meant to know,” Axel advises her.
“I get it now. There is no way I would be telling anyone about this place. It’s… it’s magical.” That is a good sign. Magical is a good word. Stacey is becoming more relaxed as she moves around the room.
“Would you like more champagne? Strawberries and cream perhaps?” I ask.
“Or just cream,” Axel adds. Stacey pauses and looks over at the two of us. Those green eyes narrowing at Axel.
“I would like some more champagne please. Some chocolate dipped strawberries and some whipped cream.” Axel turns to me, giving me a devilish smile. I think Stacey’s just caught on with what’s happening tonight.
“What’s this for?” She runs her hand over the curved chair.
“It’s a sex chair,” I tell her. She tilts her head eyeing it. Is she imagining all the things that could happen on there?
“How do you use it?”
“Let me show you,” Axel interrupts as he walks over to where the chair is. “You place your hands here.” He points to the lower end, which makes Stacey have to bend over. Her dress is short enough that it exposes her G-string clad ass. Fuck, it looks delicious. Axel’s eyes are fixed on her peachy bottom. “You might have to open your legs a little.” Axel walks behind Stacey, placing his hands on her hips and moving her legs wider. He presses himself against her. “Is this okay?” Axel asks before he touches her more.
“Yep,” she says, the P making a pop sound. Axel turns back to me and nods. He’s going to test the waters. So far so good. His hand moves down and over her ass a couple of times.
“Want to try another position?”
“Yes, please.”
“Turn around and lie down.” Stacey lies down against the chair. “Open your legs.” She follows Axel’s instructions. He falls to his knees in front of her. “This is the position I like to start the night in.” Stacey bites her bottom lip as she studies Axel before her.
“Your requests have arrived,” I tell Stacey. “They slipped through a secret compartment.” I walk over to her with the tray of goodies. A bottle of champagne in an ice bucket, a bowl of chocolate dipped strawberries, and a can of whipped cream beside it. Stacey’s eyes light up, she goes to sit up but I tell her to not move; that I would like to serve her. I hold up a strawberry to her mouth and she bites it, all the way to my finger. As she sucks the berry into her mouth she takes my finger with it. I think someone is getting into the mood. She hums against the berry. Axel walks around and grabs the can of whipped cream, a hungry glint in his eye. He sprays a bit on his finger and holds it out for Stacey to suck off, which she does. I pop the champagne and pour her a glass, she takes a nervous sip then finishes the glass quickly. I pour her another and she does the same. This concerns me.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh yes, most definitely. I have a question though.” Axel and I wait. “Do you two…” She moves her fingers between us. We both shake our heads no. No, we don’t swing the other way. “Such a shame. It would have been hot.” She gives us both a wicked smile.
“We will happily find you someone to watch another night.”
“Okay, I have another question.” I tilt my head to indicate for her to continue. “Are you both playing tonight?” Stacey looks over at me.
“Yes, if you are okay with that,” I tell her.
“Do you want to?” She looks over at Axel.
“Very much so.” Axel grins.
“You’re giving me a threesome, aren’t you?” Stacey smiles.
“Yes. I trust Axel and I thought you might be comfortable with him.”
“And tonight is my night, my fantasy?” Axel and I nod. “So if I ask you both to strip for me, you would?” We both nod. “Then strip,” she commands. A thrill laces my body at how commanding she sounds. How confident she is feeling lying back against the sex chair like a queen. Tonight we are going to treat her like one. We are going to give her exactly what she has always desired.
11
Stacey
I want to pinch myself because I am seriously living in one of my ultimate fantasies right now. Two hot men under my command, catering to my every desire. This place is incredible. I still have no idea what it is called, but I don’t care
, this place is like Neverland for adults; dirty, kinky adults. My attention is split between Oscar and Axel. On one hand I can’t wait to see Thor’s hammer again, and on the other I am curious to see what Axel looks like naked. Yep. Axel is as gorgeous in the flesh as he is fully clothed. He is leaner than Oscar, but that’s most people. He has blue Japanese tattoos all over his arms, which is a stark contrast to Oscar’s colorful patterns. His body is cut, not too much but just enough to know he looks after himself. Then there’s Oscar. He looks like he’s spent all his time cutting logs and fighting bears in the wilderness. I bite my bottom lip.
“I would like a strawberry, please.” Oscar reaches out and places the sweet berry on my tongue. It bursts in my mouth. These chocolate dipped strawberries are delicious. I reach out and wrap my hand around his enlarging dick, shocking him. I give him a couple of pumps just to tease him. “My shoes please.” I point to my heels. Axel steps up and takes my heels off, placing them to the side. “Axel, would you mind showing me some more of your favorite positions on this chair.”
“Of course.” Holding out his hand to me, I take it and he pulls me up into him. He leans down and kisses me, slowly. For a split second I hesitate because Oscar is in the room, but then I realize this is something they are used to, so I go for it. I mean it’s only for one night, throw caution to the wind, Stacey. He moves me around the chair until his back is against it. He lets go of me and lays down, his dick sky high. I look over at Oscar for a second and the heated look he is giving me is intense.
“Place a foot either side of my face,” Axel instructs. I’m still fully clothed, but I’m not wearing much; a black slip dress and barely-there underwear. I do as I am told. Not going to lie, I’m extremely nervous. Oscar moves around to the higher side of the plush leather sex chair. He grabs the can of whipped cream and sprays it along his dick. He looks up at me, giving me a smirk. Axel’s fingers dig into my thigh as he positions me over him. Then I feel it, the first swipe across the lace of my underwear. It makes me groan. I lean forward and lick the cream right off Oscar. Axel nudges my underwear to the side. He swipes directly across my wetness, letting out a guttural moan as he tastes me. My back arches as I sink over his mouth. Oscar smiles down at me as I fall forward. I grab onto his dick and take it in my mouth, all the while riding Axel’s face. The closer Axel pulls me to the edge the harder I suck Oscar into my mouth. It doesn’t take Axel long as I’m incredibly turned on. He pushes me until I can’t hold on any longer. My chest is heaving as I fall against the chair. Axel pulls me down to his chest so I don’t suffocate him.