Desires

by Holly J. Gill

  “And what makes you think that?” she said. His smile was too cocky.

  “Well, that would be wasting your money.”

  “Not if I tell them you were rubbish and you promised not to hurt me with the whip and offered it for free.”

  Dan moved his mouth to her left ear. His hot breath warmed her cold flesh. “You’re evil, Miss Clifford.”

  “Little me?” He reached for her, but she slipped neatly away, turning her attention to the items on a nearby table. She picked one up, trying to work out what it was.

  “It’s a butt plug,” he told her. She stared at it then quickly put it down. “Not your cup of tea?”

  “Hardly, I don’t find anal sex nice at all. Graham liked it sometimes, but I didn’t enjoy it. I found the whole event painful.”

  “You either like it or you don’t.” He regarded her thoughtfully. “I know what you would like,” he said, and walked over to a chair with a hole in the middle of the seat, which again had handcuffs and shackles attached.

  “Pull down your jeans and panties and sit on the chair,” he commanded her.

  Stacie looked at the seat, trying to figure out what exactly the purpose was. It looked like some kind of commode, not exactly sexy. She obeyed, sitting on the chair, feeling embarrassed.

  Dan dropped to the floor. He lay on his back, then moved under the chair. Stacie watched him disappearing underneath. Then, to her shock, she felt his tongue prodding her pussy. Stacie clenched her muscles in shock, becoming stimulated just by the touch. She instantly jumped up, with him still under the chair and pulled her garments up.

  Dan came out from under the chair. “Did you enjoy that?”

  Stacie didn’t answer. She was too embarrassed to tell him the truth that she could have easily stayed there.

  “Honestly? I felt like I was on the toilet.”

  Dan smiled. “Sometimes that’s what it’s used for.” Stacie looked at him, not understanding. “Some men enjoy having girls…” he paused “…well, having girls evacuate themselves on their face.”

  Stacie stood still, certain he was teasing her. “Not really! That’s…that’s just disgusting. I mean, really, really foul.”

  “Well, some people are weird that way.”

  “You’re bloody telling me.” Stacie shuddered at the thought. Wild sex, yes, that she could understand, even exhibitionism, but what Dan was describing was beyond repulsive. She made her way back into the bondage room hearing him following her. Dan caught up with her at the door. He opened it and they went out into the corridor, just as a number of people arrived to use the facilities. They all wore leather or PVC clothing. One man was just wearing a thong.

  They left the way they’d come. Stacie was relieved when they came back up into the top corridor. They went down a little way, then Dan stopped at another door.

  “This room might shock you a little, but some guys like it.” Dan opened the door and put the light on.

  The room was decorated like a nursery, with blue teddies on the wallpaper and white nursery furniture, including, Stacie was shocked to see, a massive adult cot. A stack of adult-sized nappies sat on a changing table the size of a hospital trolley, and empty feeding bottles and large dummies waited on shelves to be used. Stacie was completely stunned, and walked back out, her stomach churning.

  Dan took her into another room containing what looked like a cross between a boxing ring and a large paddling pool. There was a small bar, along with tables and chairs. “Bitch fighting,” he explained. “They fill the ring with custard, mud, jelly, you name it. They put two girls in dressed in tiny bikinis and they fight to rip each other’s bikinis off.”

  They walked further down the corridor, arriving at another door. Stacie felt apprehensive, wondering if this tour really was such a good idea. What perversions might be hidden behind this one? However, Stacie went in to find nothing more sinister than a large table with many chairs surrounding it. “This is the main function room. Sometimes they hold business meetings in here, but most of the time it’s the feast room.”

  Stacie turned to stare at him. “Feast room?”

  “They cover each other in food and eat it off one other.”

  She turned her head to look at him, bizarre images filling her mind

  “Have you ever…?” she asked.

  “Yes.” He walked back out the door. Stacie’s head was filled with visions of him covered in whipped cream and fruit, and her licking him clean. Or her covered in sweet delights and him slowly eating everything off her. That might be quite nice actually. Stacie began to feel that warmth that was becoming familiar. She started at Dan’s voice. “Everything all right?” He was standing at the door holding it open for her, and looking at her quizzically.

  “Fine,” she answered, walking past him into the corridor.

  They continued, arriving at another outside door where the corridor made a ninety degree turn. He opened the door to show her a large patio dotted with hot tubs. “These are extremely popular in the summer. I have to confess I wouldn’t mind one in my back garden.” He closed the door on the hot tubs and they turned down the new corridor. Dan took a swift right turn into another short passage, which ended in a door. Dan opened it and went in. Stacie followed him. It was just an office, with a woman sitting behind a desk.

  “Hello Dan.”

  “Hello Lucy, how are you doing?”

  “Fantastic, now.” She grinned at Dan. No doubt an admirer of his, Stacie thought.

  “Have you got a booth for about five minutes?”

  “Of course,” she answered, passing him a key.

  “Thanks, gorgeous.” Dan winked at her and she positively glowed.

  There was another door off the office. Clearly wherever they were going, they had to go through this woman first. Dan gestured Stacie through the door and she walked into a semi-circular passage with numbered doors off it. Dan unlocked door number six and held it open. Stacie entered first. The room was tiny, not much more than a cubicle. It was unlit, but in the light that came in from the hallway she could make out a lone chair.

  “Take a seat,” Dan said.

  Stacie obeyed. A large roller blind covered the wall in front of her. Dan closed the door behind them. She heard the rustle of him moving and then the blind slowly began to open. Behind the blind there was a large window, but it was what she saw through the window that caught Stacie’s shocked attention. It opened onto a large, brightly lit room containing a circular bed, on which a man and woman were joyfully and rampantly having sex. The light from the room illuminated Dan as he stepped back and stood beside her, watching the couple.

  “How many people are watching them?” she said after a moment.

  “There are eight booths opening onto the room.”

  “And they don’t mind people watching them?”

  “Well, they wouldn’t be in there if they did, would they? Some people enjoy putting on a show, it gives them a thrill. And some people enjoy watching them. Here, everyone’s happy, the exhibitionists and the voyeurs. Anyone can go in there, couples, groups, a man or a girl stripping and playing with themselves, sometimes two girls, or occasionally two men. If being watched is their thing, here’s where they can go.”

  Stacie sat watching the couple. She found herself becoming turned on as the man sucked on the woman’s clitoris. Stacie felt her own nerve endings throb with arousal, here in this darkened room. She slid a hand down between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans and wriggling on the chair. From behind, Dan’s hands rested on her shoulders, bringing her back to herself. Shocked at her own loss of control, she stopped and leapt to her feet. She wrenched open the door and fled back to the office.

  “Leaving so soon?” Lucy said.

  Stacie stared at the girl. Lucy’s face lit up and her gaze drifted to look over Stacie’s shoulder. She knew without looking Dan was right behind her. Lucy was looking at him like he was made of chocolate, and when she turned, Dan was smiling back at her. Shaking her h
ead, Stacie continued with her stomp, sweeping out of the room without another word. For God’s sake, had he shagged every woman here?

  Dan was close behind her. “What happened there? I thought you were getting turned on?”

  “No, what made you think that?” she said, continuing to walk at a thousand miles per hour. They passed the orgy room. The voile curtain had gone and there was no one in there but a couple of cleaners.

  Stacie approached the reception area. Angel was standing talking to the receptionist—it was the same woman who had come out to talk to Stacie the night before. Angel turned and smiled at them. “Hello there, how is everything?”

  “Fine, thank you,” Stacie answered.

  “Dan,” Angel said in acknowledgement.

  He barely nodded back to her.

  Stacie looked at the way Angel’s eyes ran down Dan from top to toe. She looked as if she was undressing him. She looked at Dan, unable to read the expression in his eyes. He didn’t look happy though. Curious.

  “Dan has just been giving me a tour,” Stacie said into the charged silence.

  “Wonderful, and what do you think?” Angel asked.

  “Could do with more sex…” Stacie said, trying to be funny. Everyone looked at her strangely. “Joke,” she explained. The receptionist gave an uncomfortable giggle.

  “Anything take your fancy?” Angel said.

  Stacie thought for a second, trying to think of something. “The feast room looks good.”

  “Feel free to use it whenever you like. Or if you prefer, you can have anything ordered to your room.”

  “Thanks,” she answered. The receptionist stood up, her eyes fixed on Stacie. Stacie glanced at her, feeling a little uncomfortable with the intensity of her regard. The receptionist turned then, and walked into the rear office off the corridor behind the reception desk, but just as the door was about to close, she turned back and gave Stacie a smile.

  Angel left also, sweeping off in the direction of her office. Stacie felt Dan’s hand creeping into hers.

  “Come on,” he said. “Do you want to head back to the room?”

  Dismissing the curious behaviour of the receptionist, she said, “Yes please.”

  Chapter Nine

  “Do you mind if I take a quick shower? When I got up this morning I came straight down to find you,” Dan said once they were back in their room.

  “Really?”

  “Really.” He kissed her on the cheek then headed off to the bathroom.

  Stacie plumped up the cushions and sat on the bed. She flicked on the television, but couldn’t concentrate on anything on the screen. Her head whirled with thoughts about what she had just seen. She was beginning to realise that her sex life so far had been extremely tame. Certainly much of what people did here, Stacie would not want to do, but if it made them happy, what was the harm? The baby room took her more by surprise, but then, if someone wanted to be a dog like she had seen on her first day, then being a baby was not really any weirder.

  She struggled more to understand the bondage room. How could people find pleasure in pain and humiliation, either giving or receiving? She had liked the whip Dan used, but he had been very gentle with her, there was no pain. She wanted to try and understand these fetishes, but some of them made no sense. And the toileting one—well that just defied understanding. Surely apart from anything else, it was very unhygienic.

  She was determined to try to understand some of these bizarre practices. It all seemed so extreme. Stacie enjoyed being held and made love to with passion and desire. Maybe some people don’t like the emotional side of sex. Everyone liked different things, not just in sex, but in all aspects of life. Some people liked watching gory horror films, the bloodier the better. Stacie preferred a soppy romantic comedy. But it didn’t mean that everyone had to like the same films or books she liked. She could respect people’s choices in films or books, why not in sex?

  She heard the shower stop and her thoughts turned to Dan. Visions of what she could cover Dan’s cock in arose in her mind’s eye, whipped cream, chocolate sauce, treacle. Her mouth began watering at the thought of sucking and licking his cock clean.

  He came out the bathroom, a towel around his waist and another in his hand. She lay back and took in his exquisite body, shining with moisture. She could just pull that towel off and dive on his cock, suck him to stiffness, then ride him into submission.

  Dan turned around and saw her staring at him. Unabashed, Stacie didn’t look away, letting her gaze drop deliberately to his groin area. He smiled.

  “You’re getting to be quite the little minx, aren’t you?” He scrubbed the towel over his wet hair and then dried his body. Stacie drank in his every move, watching the play of his muscles as he rubbed the towel over his skin. She considered making a move on him but decided against it. He would come to her. She’d just watch for now, knowing that she could have his delicious body very soon.

  He put the second towel back in the bathroom and came back into the bedroom, sitting on the stool to watch Stacie watch him. He didn’t smile, just watched her as if considering something. After a few moments, Stacie began to feel uncomfortable. She stood up, trying to get away from the burn of his eyes. She moved over to the table. Dan swivelled on the stool, following her with his stare. She could feel his eyes on her. Her heart began to flutter, although she had no idea why. She poured some water and took a sip. Why the hell was he staring at her? She wished he’d stop.

  She glanced back. He was still staring at her, but now a cheeky smile lifted the corner of his mouth and he sat back on the stool. Stacie relaxed. She recognised that look. She’d make him work for it though. Call it punishment for freaking her out. She deliberately walked back to the bed, shimmying her hips a little as she went, and keeping dirty eye contact with him. She lay down on her tummy, propped up on her elbows and crossing her ankles in the air behind her. She knew without looking that her T-shirt was gaping at the top, showing her cleavage.

  Why wasn't he coming over? She fastened her gaze on his lips, thinking about licking, nibbling, tasting and sucking them. Kissing had never been so good. Dan seemed to know instinctively how she liked it, soft and gentle, yet firm just the right time. She wanted to taste his skin, to smell him, to feel his cock stiff and ready in her hand, that smooth velvety shaft, hard, yet soft at the same time. She wanted him to take her, to cover her body with his, to slide it in and…

  “What are you thinking?” he asked her.

  “Nothing!”

  His smile told her she wasn't as opaque as she hoped. “Is there anything you fancy doing?”

  “Maybe,” she replied, darting her tongue out to lick her lips. Dammit, was she going to have to spell it out for him?

  His cock peeked out from under the towel, which had shifted slightly as he’d moved. It was quiescent, looking meek and inoffensive in its flaccid state. Stacie imagined taking it whole into her mouth, teasing it to attention.

  “So what’s the maybe?” Dan asked.

  Stacie dragged her attention off his cock to look back at his face. “We could go for a walk,” she replied teasingly.

  His face dropped. “You’re joking, right?”

  “No, I thought the cold air would cool you down,” she said, giggling to herself.

  “Okay, fine, I’ll get dressed and we’ll go for a walk.”

  “Okay,” she replied. Dan remained seated on the stool, not making any attempt to move. His cock looked lost, in need of somewhere warm to put it. “You know, the view’s rather distracting,” she told him.

  “Don’t you like it?”

  “I didn’t say that. Although, I prefer it when it’s stiff and hard.” She rolled the words around her mouth with relish. “No offence, but limp willies aren’t the most attractive thing in the world.”

  “Women on the other hand, have gorgeous bodies all the time. It’s not really fair is it?”

  “What’s your favourite part of a woman’s body?”

  The look th
at spread over his face was reminiscent of a small boy being asked what his favourite sweeties were. “Boobies,” he said finally. “I love boobies. I could happily play with tits all day.”

  “Ah, a boob man,” Stacie said, glancing down at hers, suddenly insecure. Were they big enough? Did he prefer massive ones?

  “Oh yes! I love looking at them, and playing with them, and squeezing them, they’re so lovely and squashy. And I love that girls love it too. We both get pleasure. I love summertime when girls walk down the street in little skimpy bikini tops and I can have a good stare behind my shades.”

  “Pervert,” she said jokingly.

  “Well, girls shouldn’t have them on display if they don’t want them looked at. I like the look and the feel,” he said, raising his hands to squeeze a pair of invisible boobs. “I could happily play with yours all day, they’re perfect,” he said then.

  Stacie’s gaze flicked up to his and they locked eyes. What was he saying? Was it just a simple compliment, or something more? After an intense moment Dan broke eye contact and rearranged his towel, hiding his cock from view.

  “I mean it, you know. In fact, you have a stunning figure all over, not just your boobs,” he said.

  “I do for now,” she answered, pausing before continuing her thought. “Until I have a family, that is.”

  “You want children?” he asked, sounding surprised.

  “One day, absolutely, and my clock is ticking. Don’t you?”

  “I suppose so. It’s not something I have thought about.”

  “No, I guess not, you’re still young.”

  He grinned. “Exactly, still young and selfish.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” Stacie said.

  “Wouldn’t you? Why not?”

  “Any man who can make a woman feel the way you make me feel couldn’t be described as selfish.” Stacie dropped her gaze, embarrassed, then rushed on. “With regard to kids, you’re still young, you’re only twenty three, you have plenty of time.”

  “Is that what you’re looking for?” he said, his stare intense.

  “What?”

  “A man to have a family with?”