by Keta Kendric
Squinting, I pushed away the darkness for a better view of the woman’s face. Just as he’d pointed out, although the woman screamed, her face was filled with the type of satisfaction that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than what it was.
Every time the man eased back, he’d withdraw his large member and plunge back in. My breathing kicked up a notch with every thrust and not even Ansel’s hand sliding up my arm lured my gaze away from the scene. This was my first experience as a voyeur. I like watching others have sex? I asked myself the question three times before I decided the answer was yes.
16
Regina
“Stand up,” Ansel ordered, jerking my attention away from the couple on stage.
I did as he commanded. My weak legs shook from the amount of lust I’d allowed to float into me.
Standing before him, Ansel reached up, gripped me by the waist and spun me to face him. What was he going to do?
His strong hand slid lower to either side of my hips like he was measuring me. He squeezed my waist before he scooted me closer and positioned me so that I was standing between his legs and peering down at him.
A sharp gasp raced across my throat as his warm hand slid around my ankle, resting on the inside before he allowed it to slide up. His sharp gaze penetrated the darkness and found mine as his hand continued the journey up the inside of my leg.
A light tremble shook my body—warming me from the inside out as his hand continued its mission. When he bypassed the hem of my dress and kept going, I swallowed my last remnants of fear and allowed lust to take control.
My surroundings had started to fall away. The screams of the woman on stage had become background noise as I was enveloped in the desire Ansel built inside me. His other hand remained around my waist, keeping me in place as if I’d dare walk away from him.
“Oh,” swept past my lips as the tremble in my legs picked up a notch. His hand was right at my panty line, and my inner-thigh quivered against his warm, waiting fingers. Was he about to stroke the spot that had started to seep with moisture?
My chest heaved as anticipation pulsed through me, and instead of stopping this public display, I stood, waiting for whatever would come next. Ansel had me shamelessly leaking. Wetter than a rippling waterfall, my thin black panties were soaked through.
I moaned louder than I’d intended when his finger slid across the outside of my panties and stroked the wettest part. The cool air in the room blew up my dress and allowed the full degree of my wetness to reveal itself.
What shaky heels? I’d forgotten about those shoes. Ansel’s smooth strokes had given me the agility of a cat. A mountain of lust and desire rolled through me, keeping me from catching a full breath.
Ansel’s hand tightened around my waist as he pulled me close enough to hear the deep sniff of his inhale.
“You’re so wet, I can smell your arousal, and it smells delicious. I want to eat your pussy so fucking bad.”
There was no response from my lips, but my body screamed for him to do it.
“Open a bit wider,” he commanded as the back of his hand slapped against the inside of my thigh. The heat wafting from between my thighs was making the cooling system in the place work overtime because my body had gone up in flames.
Eagerly, I widened my stance. Ansel’s hand went back to that spot, softly stroking my clit through the wet material of my panties. A whimper escaped, preventing me from keeping my cry of pleasure to myself. The shiver in my belly intensified, making its way throughout my body before settling back in my stomach. My breathing escalated, racing past my lips before getting lost in the darkness.
Another moan, heavy with lust, flowed into the dimness when Ansel increased the pressure, twirling his finger around my button. Pleasure had my body firing off hot tremors from within that poured over my skin. The sound of the screaming woman on stage, mixed with the moans of the members surrounding us, produced audible background sounds.
The lady on the stage was close as her screams turned into desperate gasps. My gasps were similar to the woman’s as Ansel played me with his wicked fingers, making my hips sway and dance. I choked on my sharp breaths and drank my moans. My body started to teeter as the tremble in my legs started to increase, making my knees go weak.
With nothing to hang on to, I gripped one of Ansel’s shoulders with one hand and balled up the material of my dress in my other hand. The lady on stage was in the throes of orgasm as her screams turned otherworldly.
On the cusp of coming too, Ansel was about to make me scream. My mind and heart raced as my body prepared to shatter. As swiftly as he’d built up my anticipation and filled me with dizzying pleasure, he stopped.
Ansel dropped his magical fingers, removed his hand from around my waist, and backed onto the couch. “Have a seat, Gina,” he commanded as he patted the couch next to him.
Is he serious? The frown on my face sank so deep, there was no way he didn’t notice it. My body was in such anxious distress, I remained stuck in place for a moment. Shuffling, shaky legs took me to the edge of the couch, and I fell onto it with a hard thud.
My arms crossed my chest as I sat, steaming and mad. How could Ansel do that to me? He’d built my state of arousal high enough that I’d forgotten about being surrounded by a club full of people.
“In case you’re wondering, you’re being punished for making someone else’s dick besides mine hard.”
“But…”
“Don’t!” he ordered, his voice booming with finality. This was about as cruel a punishment as anyone could suffer. Especially to someone like me who’d had minimal satisfying sexual encounters throughout my life.
“Mmm,” Ansel moaned as I caught a glimpse of him sniffing the fingers he’d used to almost get me off. When he stuck each finger into his mouth before leisurely pulling them back between his lips, my mouth dropped open. He sucked on his fingers like he’d stuck them into a hot apple pie.
Ansel was a horrible man, but he’d given me the best orgasm I’d ever had, so I’d have to deal with his rules if I ever wanted to experience that feeling again.
I sulked, so involved in my despair that I hadn’t noticed the stage had been cleared, and the scene had been returned to its normal setting.
“May I use the bathroom, Sir?” I forced out between tight lips. My wet panties stuck to me as the scent of my arousal drifted into my nose, pointing out the wet sticky mess down below. Although I had nearly recovered from my torture, my body still shook with the grief of my punishment.
Ansel stood and reached back to help me up. He guided me past onlookers and towards the restroom.
He stopped when we neared a hallway. “All the way down and to the left. And don’t you dare touch yourself. I’ll know.” He lifted a brow, and his sharp gaze dared me to disobey him.
I didn’t answer or call him Sir as I knew he would like.
Instead, my eyes rolled in his direction before I turned and clumped down the long, dim hall. Although I recalled him telling me that the spanking would be my only pass, it didn’t stifle my anger. In my defense, I was new to this life.
I shuffled into the restroom where the light was a few shades lighter than the inside of the club. Choosing the first empty stall, I locked myself inside and took care of my business. After exiting the stall, I stood at the sink and washed my hands.
A glance in the mirror showed my makeup and hair still in place although I’d been thoroughly seduced and left hanging.
A leggy brunette exited the stall a few doors down from the one I’d been in. She offered a friendly smile in the mirror as she washed and dried her hands. She’d started to walk away but stopped abruptly behind me. Her thumping heels and the jerk of her body caused me to back away. Her gaze remained locked on my necklace.
“You are one lucky lady,” she stated. Despite the spark of excitement in her voice, I placed my hand over my necklace, unsure of her intentions since her eyes had never left it.
“That is one of the mo
st beautiful collars I’ve ever seen,” she stated as she reached towards it.
Collar? What the…
“Can I touch it,” she asked as her grin widened and her eyes flashed with curiosity. “My Dom never gives me anything this nice.”
I nodded, giving her permission since she appeared anxious to touch. My lips fell apart when she pinched the heart between her fingers and pulled until the necklace sat taunt against my neck.
The woman was distracted by the jewelry, so she hadn’t noticed my stunned state or the fact that I’d had no clue that I’d been wearing a collar.
Once the woman was done admiring it, she glanced into my eyes. “Don’t ever disappoint him. He’s got good taste, and he’s not cheap.”
When her tongue passed over her blood red lips I was aware she was talking about more than the collar I was wearing. She walked away with a smile, the click of her heels fading as she exited the door.
This night had been an eye-opening experience, filling in some of the blanks I’d had about BDSM. However, I had a sneaking suspicion that Ansel wanted to keep me in suspense about certain aspects of this life.
I believed he preferred me going into the situation with him blind so that I’d experience it without influence or preconceived notions. Also, I was starting to realize no amount of information would help me in my situation with Ansel. He was a unique case that created his own rules. No matter what this society’s rules were, Ansel would break them, change them, or create his own.
When I stepped out of the bathroom into the hall, a shot of panic danced over me before a creepy tingle swept through me, reached past my skull, and tugged at my mind. I hadn’t experienced the sensation since I was trapped in my family’s cellar, processing the dead.
A chill raced up my spine, chasing a shiver. I was being watched. I sensed it like I sensed Ansel watching me. My head darted around the dim hall and found emptiness.
When the hair on my neck began to prickle, my pace increased as the heels click-clacked faster. My feet wobbled, but I was determined to run if it became necessary.
Just as I cleared the hall to re-enter the club, Ansel stepped into my path, causing me to smack into his hard body. He gripped my arms to keep me from stumbling.
“What are you running from?” he asked as he tilted his head to glance past me and stare down the hall.
“Nothing,” I mumbled, feeling silly all of a sudden.
He glared down the hall for a long while before his gaze returned to my face.
“We’ll finish out the tour and head back home,” he announced. He gave the empty hall his attention one last time before we walked away.
The tour of the rest of the club revealed an array of impressively themed rooms. The place was huge. There were six levels above the ground floor that housed a hundred rooms with themes from hospital rooms, to a playground, to prison stalls.
The basement level contained twenty rooms and the stage that had showcased the couple having sex. The basement level was for all kinds of fetishes: Dom and sub swapping, body painting, and warm latex application. There was even a large pool filled with mud. I’d stood in awe of a huge pile of people mud wrestling in the nude. There were also three booths called train stations where men and women positioned themselves inside, wanting trains pulled on them. Whatever freaky fantasy your mind could conjure could be satisfied inside this club.
17
Regina
When we stepped off the elevator and into the living room, I was at a loss at what was supposed to come next. Ansel’s hawk eyes had been on me the entire trip home as he allowed me to talk myself into oblivion. At the point that I grew sick of my own voice, I quieted without him cutting in on my nonstop chatter.
My mind would not ease up. Exhilaration for the new world I’d been introduced to coursed through me, as strongly as the anxiousness of what might happen in private. I strolled towards the couch carrying the heels that had turned out to be the least of my worries.
Although I was reluctant to glance back, I sensed Ansel’s approach behind me. The energy between us was so charged that the sensation of floating across the room instead of walking overcame me.
The pleasant coolness of the set temperature inside the space did nothing to level my climbing heat. As soon as I dropped the heels and prepared to sit on the couch, Ansel’s strong presence stood at my back.
“Let me help you with that,” he stated has his fingers brushed the nape of my neck and stilled me. He unfastened the collar and sat it on the table before he undid the bracelet. I had no intention of letting him know that I had been clueless to the fact that I was wearing a collar.
Once he had me out of my markings, his strong hand wrapped around my wrist. With a gentle tug, he led me in the opposite direction of the stairs, towards his domain.
There were two things in this direction: his bedroom and the playroom. I was intimidated by both, but my anticipation and curiosity overruled my concern.
I’d never gotten a glimpse inside the playroom because it had been locked the few times I’d snooped. However, Ansel’s bedroom was always left open like he was inviting me in.
He punched in a four-digit number, and the door at the end of the hall popped open before Ansel placed a hand at my back and urged me into the darkness. Something clicked, and dim lights started to pop on throughout the room. My bare feet dragged across the floor as I scanned the area. A lavender scent washed over me, and its calming fragrance did its job as my tension started to dissipate.
Twice the size of my bedroom, the walls were a deep burgundy and decorated with velvet upholstery. Tables that resembled workout benches, a harness hanging from the ceiling, a seat-less chair, and pieces of furniture that reminded me of ancient torturing devices were strategically placed. The only item of tradition was the large bed made-up with snow-white satin bedding. Dildos, blindfolds, and items I couldn’t name filled my view as I glanced around, soaking it all in.
Ansel allowed me to take in my surroundings before he led me past the bed to an open portion of the back wall. My lips drifted further apart as I eyed the array of restraints and cuffs of varies sizes and designs that hung on the nearest wall.
Ansel went for the most intimidating restraint, pulling it from its place on the wall. The thick, black leather straps could straightjacket my wrist. I stood rooted in place, watching with baited breath as he took his time unsnapping and unbuckling the portion that would cover my wrist. The other half of each leather portion was solid metal cuffs. The intimidating sound of the half a foot of shiny chains that connected each metal cuff to each leather cuff, amplified my tension. Done with his adjustments, Ansel set the restraint aside, and his strong hand wandered back to my body.
A nervous step took me back. “Relax, Gina. I’m not going to hurt you unless you ask me to.”
He placed his steady hand on my waist and spun me, putting my back to him. His warm breath on my neck caused me to shudder before the heat of his body enveloped me in comfort as much as it caused my body to heat.
“You have a lot of innocence left in you,” he whispered in my ear as the front of his body swept my back and stole away my breath.
“What?” I stammered after capturing one of the breaths he’d made me lose.
His warm lips caressed the trembling flesh of my neck. “I can taste it on you. You weren’t kidding about your focus being medical school and becoming a doctor, were you?”
“No,” shot past my lips.
“My first punishment for you, is to make you wait and beg. Your obedience is the key to you not breaking my rules and being my good sub. It will teach you to think before you react, especially when it’s not me you’re reacting to. Also, I’m not done making you pay for telling me no. You remember you told me no, Gina?”
Of course, I remembered telling him no, but I refused to let Ansel make me believe I’d made a mistake. Maybe my mistake was changing my mind. However, I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut while he towered above my five-foot-s
even frame and lurked at my back.
“And let’s not forget you eyeballing another Dom like you wanted to be his slut. Nope. That shit can’t happen, Gina.”
He ran his hands along my shoulders, his soft caress not matching his authoritative tone. His hands slid across my skin with calm ease, enough to allow me to reclaim control over my body. He swept my hair aside and leaned in, covering my back with his hard body. His warm, soft lips rested on the tip of my earlobe as his scent added fuel to my heightened desires.
“Once. You’re. Mine.” He punctuated each word before he palmed a large chunk of my hair and pulled, making my heat rise and my mind turn to a murky puddle of lust. With my face aimed at the ceiling, my cheek kissed the rough stubble of his jaw and added to my excitement.
“I promise you, Gina. I’m going to make it so you never want another man. I’m going to make sure your body only reacts to my touch. I’m going to make certain your pussy only gets wet for me.”
Oh my Goodness. I blinked at the sound of the heated words that swirled over his sexy lips. The pulsing throb between my legs increased, making me believe I could get off on his words alone. My chest heaved as my lungs worked overtime to level my breathing.
He spun me to face him again, fervently controlling my body with ease. Before my mind caught up with my mouth, he gripped my dress at the chest and clenched the material tight in his fist. His stoic expression didn’t reveal his intentions.
“Aww!” I screamed as the sharp tearing sounded from my dress being ripped from me. My body jerked back and forth with each rip as my legs danced under me to keep in time with his irrational behavior. Why was I so damn excited about being ripped out of my dress?
Lust grew heavier in Ansel’s eyes with each part of me he exposed, like a wild animal who’d capture his prey. He didn’t stop his impassioned actions until my dress was in pieces and falling around my ankles.