by Jo Addison
Dark Club 3:
Permission to Enter
By
Jo Addison
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Dark Club
Copyright© 2017 Jo Addison
Cover Artist: Melody Pond
Editor: Leanne Salter
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Special Arrangement
Leila was both nervous and excited. She could not believe what was about to happen.
“How do I look?” Grace asked, entering Leila’s bedroom. “Never mind how I look. You, my friend, look stunning.”
Leila rolled her eyes and turned to the mirror above of her dresser. “Really?”
“Really.”
“Thanks. Honestly…” She looked back at her friend. “…I feel pretty.” And she did, in the knee-length, fitted, sapphire-blue dress. With a deep V-neck and an exposed zipper down the back, it showed very little skin but hugged all of her curves in the all the right places. She would never be tall and skinny, but she decided long ago that she was through trying to be what she wasn’t. If a man didn’t find her curves attractive, then screw him.
She glanced at herself one more time. Yes, she looked good.
“You look beautiful. And…” Grace glanced at herself in the mirror. “…so do I.”
“Yeah, but you always look great,” Leila said with no anger or jealously. It was true. Since the moment they met ten years ago, Leila had always felt like the lesser of the two: shorter and plumper. When Grace had waltzed into their dorm room, Leila groaned inside. How was she going to survive her freshman year living with someone so tall, beautiful, and like her name said, graceful?
Grace’s height and beauty intimidated most of the boys in their freshman class—even made a few of the male professors turn their heads a time or two—and tonight would be no exception. She glowed in a short, green dress that left little to imagination. Her perfectly styled, short, red hair brought out her huge green eyes that could bring a man to his knees if she so chose. Thankfully, Grace had chosen to use her powers for good, not evil, by becoming a lawyer.
Lucky for her, Grace turned out to be the best friend she’d ever had, and they ended up living together all through college, only going their separate ways when Grace went off to law school, and then eventually taking a job in another city.
“What are you smirking about?”
“I was just remembering our first day of school and how lucky we were to have found each other.”
Grace hugged her. “Indeed we were, in more ways than one,” she said with a devilish grin.
Leila laughed. “And tonight, we finally get to get a real taste of that too. I can’t thank you enough for this, for tonight.”
“Oh, honey, don’t thank me. Like I said, that bastard of a client of mine owed me. Owed me big. Lucky for us, he just happened to know the proprietor of Dark.”
At the mention of Dark, the city’s elite and uber-private sex club, Leila’s stomach did a somersault with excitement. Well, mostly excitement.
“Come on, girlfriend. I think we could both use a drink before we head out.” Grace led the way to the kitchen. “Sit.”
Leila sat. Funny, it was her apartment, yet Grace per usual waltzed in as though she owned the place. She was only in town for two nights, but she’s made herself at home, and Leila couldn’t be happier to have her friend back.
A few months back, Grace had called to tell Leila not only that she would be coming to town for a meeting, but also about the opportunity for them to go to Dark. Leila literally squealed with excitement. How often she imagined what it would be like at Dark, but she never imagined she’d be able to go. It was too expensive.
Even though they were only being granted a very special “one night only” admittance as a huge favor to Grace’s client, they’d still had to go through the entire application process that all members were subjected to—mountains of paperwork, physical examinations, and a background check. Now their night was finally here.
Grace joined Leila on the couch and handed her a glass of white wine. “Here’s to a night of adventure like we’ve never really known.”
“Here, here,” said Leila, adding, “and hopefully to finally being properly tied up by a real man.”
Grace threw back her head and laughed. “God, woman, I do love you.”
“And I, you.” Leila faced her friend and became serious. “Thank you. Without you and your honesty, I don’t know what I’d be now. You made me understand what I felt, that wanting to be submissive in bed was okay. I love you for that, and so many other things….”
“The feeling is mutual. You did the same for me. Being able to share my secret with someone was so freeing. Remember how you noticed the rope burns on my ankle and asked me how I’d gotten them?”
Leila nodded, remembering how freaked out she’d been seeing those marks, not because she thought it was wrong, but because they were an exact match to her own. “Oh my god, I can still see the look on your face when I took off my socks and showed you my ankles.”
“Fucking Bobby,”
“Bobby Kerner.” They said in unison and laughed.
Leila shuddered. “I can’t believe we both slept with that Dom wannabe. Ick!”
Grace stood and picked up both glasses, bringing them into the kitchen. “Thank goodness those days are over. Honestly, I’ve yet to find a really skilled Dom. Even if nothing earthshattering happens tonight, I hope I’ll learn what I need to look for in the future.”
Leila stood and smoothed out her dress. “I’m sure you will have it all. You can’t live in this city and be even on the periphery of the BDSM culture without hearing about Dark. I do believe we are in for a treat. Ready?”
“Have been for years.”
One Night Only
“Welcome, ladies. We’ve been expecting you.” A tall, handsome man greeted them at the door and escorted them to a table off to the side of the bar that allowed the two women full view of the room. “Mr. Neilson will be down in a minute to greet you personally, and Jake…” He motioned to the man behind the bar. “…will take your drink orders. Enjoy your evening.” He stared intently at each of them, then turned and left.
After ordering two white wines, Grace leaned in and whispered, “If Mr. Tall-dark-and-brooding is any indication of what is to come, I’d say this evening will not disappoint.”
“Indeed,” Leila said, raising the glass that had just been set before her. She took a long, slow sip and looked around the room. The basic set up was similar to other bars and clubs she’d been in. The only obvious difference was the various stages of undress of the patrons. There were people clothed in everything from elegant eveningwear, to leather in every way, shape and form to exposed breasts, asses and a few were just plain naked.
Leila was transfixed by a scantily clad woman in a lace bra and matching G-string, who had a diamond collar around her neck. Her Dom was leading her by her wrists, which were handcuffed together. He led her off to one side of a dance floor to a table and chairs. He said something to her, and she got down on to her knees. He sat down, and she rested her head on his lap.
Leila sucked in air, thinking the woman was going to give her Dom a blowjob, right there next to all the people, right in the open. Instead of the discomfort she assumed she’d expe
rience, her breathing increased with anticipation, and wetness pooled between her legs. She stole a glance at Grace, who apparently was watching the same couple and was equally mesmerized.
“Do you think she’s going to blow him?” Grace asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.
“I was just wondering the same thing.”
“I kind of hope she does. I’m soaked just from the thought of it.”
Leila stared at her friend wide eyed.
“What?” Grace asked.
Leila giggled. “Nothing. It’s just that you’re awesome.”
“So you must be the two lovely ladies that made me break every rule I have for allowing non-members to come to Dark…even for one night.”
They turned to see who had just spoken to them.
Leila gulped. The voice belonged to a man of medium height. He had dark, curly hair and a crooked smile, but it was his almost black eyes that hypnotized Leila. He oozed confidence and sexuality.
Grace stood and extended her hand. With her heels on, she was the taller of the two. Before she had a chance to introduce herself, he said, “You must be Grace. Our mutual friend described you perfectly.”
Grace laughed easily, both of them in on the joke, knowing that Grace’s client would have had nothing complimentary to say about her. “Oh, I’m sure he did. This is my dear friend Leila.”
“Another beautiful woman,” he said, taking Leila’s hand and brushing his lips across her skin. She tingled and struggled to find words. Thankfully, he continued to speak. “I’m Graham Neilson, owner of Dark. Welcome.”
“Thank you,” Leila said, starting to stand.
“Please sit.” He indicated that Grace should also, then took a seat himself. “So, how do you find the club so far?”
“We’ve only just arrived, but—” Grace stopped midsentence because it was clear that Graham intended Leila to answer.
Leila’s skin heated under Graham’s intense gaze. He waited for her answer. She glanced over at Grace, who gave her a “don’t look at me” smirk. “As Grace was saying, we just got here, so we really haven’t had a chance to look around.”
“Well then,” he said. “Allow me to do the honors and show you two around. Before we start, I did want to say that, although this very special arrangement is only for one night, you are not barred from partaking in anything you desire. I encourage you to experience as little or as much you’d like.” Again his gaze fell to Leila. “I hope you will enjoy your night to the fullest. Now, shall we go?”
Graham stood and reached for Leila’s hand. She stood and once again felt a spark when his skin touched hers. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was Graham, the club, or the anticipation of what was to come that heated her skin so readily. She hoped she would find out the answer soon.
Graham turned to Grace, but before he could help her to her feet, another hand reached for her instead. “I hope you don’t mind my cutting in?”
“Jackson,” said Graham, his voice filled with familiarity and warmth. “I’m afraid the answer is up to the lady herself.”
Jackson looked down at Grace, and Leila could almost feel their immediate connection. Grace’s soft, white complexion flushed, which was something Leila had only seen a handful of times in all the years she’d known her.
Jackson was good looking in an “I just go off the beach” kind of way, but it was his blue eyes that sparkled with a mischievousness that would surely hold Grace’s interest.
Grace stood and looked up at the tall man. “I do believe my answer is no.”
Jackson frowned.
“No, I do not mind you cutting in.”
Jackson’s smile could melt even the coldest of hearts. If Leila wasn’t already intrigued by Graham and the sexual heat that radiated off him, she might actually be jealous of her friend.
“Excellent.” Jackson leaned down, kissed Grace’s hand and led her to the dance floor. She never looked back.
“Don’t worry,” Graham said, placing his hand on the small of her back and leading her away from the main room. “She’s in the best of hands. I promise.” He looked down at her, his dark eyes clouded with intensity. She sucked in air, feeling exposed and vulnerable, as if there was much more to his promise.
“Ready?” he asked, and she shivered. When she arrived earlier she thought she was in control, but there was something about this man that unnerved her. Even so, she wasn’t about to let this opportunity go; one look from him, one single touch, and she was wetter than she’d ever been with any other man.
Yes, she was ready.
“Yes,” she whispered. “For anything.”
“What are we waiting for?” He leaned over and brushed her lips with his own. “Let me show you the way.”
A Perfect Night
Graham stood behind Leila with his hands on her shoulders as she steadied herself, the heat from his palms warming more than her shoulders. She wanted to lean back into him but wasn’t sure if that was too forward, so she stood and waited to see what would happen next.
After leaving the main bar and dance area, Graham had shown her the hallway that led to a more intense D/s area. He explained that was more for seasoned members that wanted to play out scenes in private, or for those that preferred a bit more pain with their pleasure.
Leila appreciated him not taking her into that area. While she definitely wanted to experiment with some bondage and maybe a little pain, anything beyond that was out of her comfort zone. At least for tonight, she admitted to herself.
Now they were in a small area, curtained off from others, in front a large glass window with a curtain blocking the view…waiting. Leila was not sure for exactly what they were waiting, but Graham said it would become clear in a minute or two.
Leila was saved from any further speculation as the curtain opened. Her eyes grew wide, and she was glad Graham was behind her and couldn’t see her shocked reaction. Her skin heated and flushed. A woman, naked and blindfolded, was tied to a St. Andrew’s Cross. She was fully open and vulnerable to the two men who, both shirtless and powerfully built, circled her. One man held a flogger; the other man’s hands were empty.
Leila could see the woman’s chest rising and falling in a heavy, unsteady rhythm. Her own breathing mimicked the woman’s as she waited with excitement and anticipation to see what would happen. A surge of moisture warmed her pussy, and she shifted her weight, hoping Graham was unaware of just how turned on she was.
“This…” he whispered, his hot breathe tickling her skin.
She bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.
“…in case you haven’t already figured it out, is for those that like an audience. Although they can’t see us and have no idea how many people are actually watching them, it gives them a rush, heightens their pleasure.”
Leila nodded, not trusting her voice.
“Are you okay with this? Want to stay and watch for bit?”
“Yes.” She kept her gaze glued to scene in front of her, not daring to look at Graham, embarrassed by how turned on she was. Graham squeezed her shoulders but said nothing.
Mesmerized, Leila watched as the man with the flogger stopped in front of the woman, while the other man went behind her. The man is front lifted the flogger and struck her across her belly. The woman arched her back, and Leila was sure that if there was audio she’d hear the woman’s screams of pleasure. From her vantage point, Leila could clearly see between her legs, and she glistened with obvious excitement and desire.
Leila let out breath she didn’t know she was holding as Graham’s hands slid down her arms. Her entire body sizzled not only from the show, but also from the close proximity to the man gently caressing her bare arms.
The man behind the woman reached around and took a hold of her nipples. He was not gentle with her. With each swipe of the whip, he tugged and pulled until her nipples were taut and engorged. Her hips writhed and jutted as if seeking relief. The two men found a rhythm that seemed a bottomless pit of torture fo
r the woman who was clearly in need of release.
Leila’s breath became shallow as she, too, crested on her own wave of desire.
In a sudden motion, the one man tossed the flogger aside and knelt in front of woman, spreading her wet folds wide and assaulting her with his tongue. She pulled on her restraints, seeking more. The other man also changed position and sucked her swollen nipples.
A small groan escaped from Leila, and Graham pulled her to his chest. She stiffened and then relaxed as he circled his arms around her.
“If I touched you now,” he asked, “would I find you wet?”
At first she was too shocked to answer. Then he pulled her hips against him, and the length of his erect cock pressed against her lower back.
“Yes.” Her answer was barely audible. Part of her was embarrassed to admit such a thing, while another part of her wished he would touch her and relieve some of her desire.
“I believe we’ve seen enough.” Graham skimmed his hands over her breasts, and her nipples sprang to life under the thin material of her lacey bra. “We know how it’s going to end for them. Let’s see how it’s going to end for us.”
He didn’t wait for her to respond. He lifted the hair off her neck and lightly brushed his lips over the bared skin. “I’m so hard it hurts, and it’s not from the show in front of us.” He kissed her again and whispered, “I can smell your desire. Why don’t I help you with that?”
She nodded her consent. He took her hand and led her out through the curtain.
Leila barley breathed as Graham took her up a flight of stairs. She couldn’t hide her disappointment when they entered his office. Before the door was closed, he pulled her into arms and kissed her.
“Don’t look so sad, beautiful. There’s another room just beyond that door.” Holding her hand, he swung open the door. “This is my private place. Not many people know it even exists, let alone been invited in.”