The Red Door (The Door Series Book 1)

by Massey, J. L.

  “Adam, you’re my friend, but I can’t discuss this in front of you. You were too close with my dad and mom, and I can’t go there. I’m sorry.”

  “Thank God. It’s fine. Trust me. This has been hard on me, too. I’ve been feeling like a dirty old man sitting over there listening to you talk but wanting to kick their asses for touching you. I will say that of your parents’ friends in this club, Holly, me, and Mitch’s dad are all who comes in anymore, and if more show up, I’ll let you know. Will that make you feel more at ease? Plus, I’ll be there for you, no matter what, in this club or out.”

  I walked to Adam and gave him a big hug. “Thank you. I do trust you and value your protection. I would like to talk with you and Holly later, if I can.”

  “Anytime Aurora, and you are always welcome at our house. Mason will want to see her Aunty Ari at Sunday dinner I’m sure.” He kissed my cheek and left me with two good-looking men and a huge problem.

  I didn’t know how to start this conversation but knew what needed to be said. It was almost time for the club to open its doors, and it had to be dealt with.

  Dealt with, a lovely way to view something that was supposed to be such a memorable occasion. Then again, I doubted that I would forget this anytime soon.

  I looked down at my sexy hot pink heels. I had on a black halter dress that looked somewhat modest from the front, going down to the knee, but and was completely backless and nearly showed the crack of my ass and a little side boob. Besides the pink heels and the dress, I had on my wet, pink thong. What could I say, I liked pink. It made me feel girly and was my armor. Peeking through my eyelashes, I decided I had waited long enough. I took a final glance at Holly’s picture and gained what strength I could from it before looking up at Mitch. I knew I would never get this out facing Alex.

  “The thing is I don’t know what I like...because that is uncharted territory.” I glanced off quickly after I said it so I wouldn’t have to see how angry his face looked. I wondered how they would reply. If they would kick me out, yell at me, tell me I was stupid for coming to the club in my condition. So I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, I looked up to see two men, Alex had moved to stand by Mitch, looking at me like I was a prime cut of Kobe beef, and they were starved men.

  “Umm, please say something.”

  “You’re a virgin? Is that what you meant?” This cracked whisper came from Alex as he stepped toward me and away from Mitch, who was still standing there looking like he was going into shock.

  I looked back down at my shoes. “Yes, I am. So you see, I don’t know what I like. I do know I want to feel the trust, love, and comfort that my parents had in their relationship, that Adam and Holly have in theirs. I also know that when I look at this picture of Holly I want to know what that feels like, and when Sir Mitch asks me for something, I can’t deny him.” I glanced up at Mitch to see him suck in a breath of air. “And also, just now to you, Sir Alex. I...I’ve had dreams of being spanked then taken hard while my hands are held down.” I let out a huge amount of air that I had inhaled and decided to let it all go, to be completely honest. “I’ve had to control every area of my life these last four years. I am tired and want someone, someone I can trust, to step in and take the weight off my shoulders. I want someone to see to me and my needs. Someone willing to take them from me without me having to ask.” I shook my head and looked off. “God, that makes me sound like a wimp.”

  “No, you sound human, my Aurora. And this, you being a virgin is no problem. It is a gift, one to cherish and one either of us would love to receive.” Ugh, I hated that it had become an issue. A gift. Yeah right, it was just a hindrance.

  “I want it done with so I can move on and get to where I want to be. I trust both of you. Can you flip a coin and let us get it done?” I heard Mitch start chuckling, then Alex joined in. I looked up, incredulous of them laughing at me.

  “Sweetheart, we are not laughing at you. First off, you don’t trust us. You can’t, not yet. It’s too soon, and as for us laughing, we both want to have that gift so bad. I don’t think you realize the prize you are.”

  “So men do covet a girl’s virginity?” I saw them look at each other hard. Neither replying to my question nor looking away from the other. Finally Alex shook his head before looking away.

  “Yes, some men do, but that is not what we are talking about. You, with your innocence, not your physical innocence, but your mental innocence, are a prize. The man who gets you will get a gift, and I’m not talking about your virginity, but your submissiveness.” I looked between Mitch and Alex.

  “Neither of you want a relationship like Adam and Holly? You don’t want the commitment?”

  “It’s not that. Most everyone here wants a relationship with a sub like you described, us included, but you have to find the Dom who will suit your needs and you his. If I paired you with a Dom who liked breath play, would you like that?”

  “I don’t know what breath play is.”

  “It is where a Dom restricts your breathing to increase your sexual stimulation.”

  “No, I wouldn’t like that.” What crazy person would?

  “See, it wouldn’t be a good pair. What about whips? Floggers?”

  “I don’t know. I would like to build up to there and see.” I felt desire shoot through me as I thought of exposing myself to receive either of those.

  “That is something that Alex likes and is good at. Me? I like to use my hand, and I love some good rope play.” He held up his huge paw-like hand. “I would like to see you tied down and your ass reddened with my hand print. How does that sound? Would you like that, my Aurora?”

  “Yes,” I barely whispered because I did want that, and now that he had mentioned it, I wanted it more than anything.

  “Look at me, my pet.” I looked up and into his brown eyes. “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

  “Love hearing you call me Sir. Now, both Alex and I are here. You don’t care which one of us it is? I find that hard to believe. I thought all girls grew up dreaming of the man they would marry and give everything over to.”

  “No, really I just want it done.” I had to force myself not to look over to Alex.

  “Are you sure? I know you said flip a coin, but this is something that should be planned out in advance. Dinner, roses, candles, and satin sheets.”

  “You and satin sheets.” I watched as Alex shook his head. “Angel, he’s right. This shouldn’t be something you want to get over with. You are treating it like it’s an obstacle you need to hurdle to get to the finish line. It’s not. This is important and whomever does it needs to see it as that. Would I like it? No. I’ve never had a virgin and never want one. There’s too much pressure to make it as good and painless as possible.” I felt a little disappointment from his refusal but fought it off.

  “If you want to continue, even without satin sheets, we can make it as special as possible. I can assure you that it will not be perfect and will unfortunately be painful as Alex said, but I will do my best to make it memorable.”

  “I’d like to,” I whispered back to Mitch.

  “Good girl. Sir Alex is going to lock the door, and you’re going to step out of your panties. Then turn and put your hands flat on my desk.”

  I jerked. Did that mean Alex was staying? He did say ‘we can make it as special as possible’.

  “Oh, yes, my Ari, just because you are a virgin doesn’t mean that we are going to shed our ‘Dom’ coats and treat you with kid gloves. You are in a BDSM Club. Now, either remove your panties and put your hands on the desk or walk out the door, your choice sweetheart.”

  I slowly pulled off my embarrassingly wet panties and before I could do anything with them, Alex was back from locking the door. He grabbed them, brought them to his nose, and inhaled. I froze watching him. I knew I was supposed to be facing the desk, but Alex was sniffing my panties for Christ’s sake! Never in a million years would I have thought I would see that.

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��You smell sweet, like spiced peaches. I can’t wait to bury my tongue in your pussy.” I stared at Alex not knowing if or how to respond. He reached out and touched my face. I leaned into his hand as he brought his lips closer. He kissed my forehead, my eyes, my nose, and finally reached my lips. He rubbed around my lips at first, teasing me before he dove in as I let out a sigh. He consumed me, roughly grabbing the hair at the back of my head with the hand that was on my face as the one holding my panties pulled my hips against him. I could feel all of him, and I knew he was enjoying this. It was all I could do to grab hold and go for the ride. He slowly released my lips and made his way to my ear. “You are supposed to have your hands flat on the desk facing the other way.”

  “Hmm.” I tried to bring my mouth back to his, but he turned me and placed my hands on the desk. He walked around to the other side and placed his hands on top of mine and smiled down at me.

  “I think our girl here is even more innocent than she let on. Tell us, Angel, how far you have gone?”

  I thought about what I could tell them without actually telling them. Mitch stepped up behind me and using his feet, he spread my feet wide and slipped a finger between my folds.

  “Mmmph!” It felt so good, making circles on my clit.

  “What about here? Has a guy ever put his fingers on you here?”

  “Yes.” I thought about the two guys I dated after I broke up with Mark. Both put their hands beneath my clothes, but that was all. I didn’t want to go further because just going there didn’t feel good. The pinching, twisting, and groping, no thanks.

  “What about here? Has a guy ever touched you here?” he asked while he pushed his finger inside of me.

  “Yes.”

  “With his tongue? Have you ever had a tongue down here?”

  “No.”

  “What about here, has a guy ever touched you here?” He brought his wet fingers up to my puckered anus and rubbed around.

  “No!” I jumped forward hitting the desk with my thighs and clinched my checks.

  “I will, my pet. I will touch all this, as well as your mouth and your breast, with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. Are you ready for that? Do you want that? To give yourself to me, completely? I am going to take everything you give and more. There’ll be no part on your body that does not know the feel of me. Is that what you want?” He had moved his fingers back up to my clit circling around making me squirm. God, I wanted it. I relieved myself frequently, but it was more of a stress reducer or a sleeping pill than a feel good time.

  “Yes, please. Please, take me Sir.” I was nearly crying at this point. My eyes had watered and my throat felt rough as I strained against the sharp pleasure his touch brought. I could do nothing but lean on that desk and see Alex in front of me and feel Mitch behind me. If not for the support of the desk I knew I would be on the floor at their feet begging. I needed more. Desperately.

  “Not yet. You said you wanted your ass spanked by my hand. Since you’ve been good, I’ll give you what you ask. This will not be a punishment spanking, so it’ll not be rough. I want you to count out as I spank you. I’ll give you five on each side. Then Alex is going to eat your pretty pussy.” Everything clenched up tight.

  “Yes, Sir.” My words came out as a breathy whisper.

  “Good girl.”

  There was no work up. He already had my dress up around my waist and was rubbing my ass cheeks while he spoke. As soon as he said ‘good girl’ I felt a small little whiff of air before his hand hit my bottom.

  “Oh. One, Sir!”

  “Good girl.” Another whiff of air then his palm hit my other cheek.

  “Umm, Two, Sir!” It stung. I couldn’t decide if I liked it, but I did like how he used his hands to rub my ass and lower back between spanks. I liked him touching me, and I wanted him to touch me more. I would take some spanking if I had his hands. By the time we were to eight, I felt colder from the air touching my wet privates. It was embarrassing and my clit felt swollen. My legs were shaking as I swayed toward his hands, silently begging for more after each one. I was close. On the last one he kissed my bottom as I moaned off the number.

  “God you have the prettiest ass I have seen in a long time. I want you to do a photo for my office. We can agree on a pose later, but it will be beautiful.”

  He pulled me to standing and supported me from behind through the tremors and limp legs. My dress was still bunched up around my waist and his pants felt rough against my bare ass. I felt the pressure of his erect cock on my back as we looked up at Holly’s picture. If I could have a picture half as beautiful as hers, I would love it.

  I stood up on my tiptoes and kissed him with everything I had. With everything that could be. “As long as I am yours, I’ll do what you ask of me,” I whispered to him, watching his face go from relaxed to hard then unbelieving in seconds.

  “Are you mine?”

  “Yes. I’m giving myself to you am I not?”

  “Yes, you are.”

  “And my virginity?”

  “Yes.”

  “And I’m trying to give you my trust?”

  “Yes, eventually.”

  “Doesn’t that make me yours?” I whispered.

  “You don’t know what you are saying, but I’ll remember that, my pet. I wasn’t lying when I said I would push you past limits. Now, I believe Alex is ready for you.” He turned us and pushed me that direction.

  Alex had pulled the couch cushions onto the floor and placed a throw over them. He had also removed his shirt. He was lean, but he had a six-pack and a tribal tattoo that spanned his chest and down his arms and around his back. I wanted to run my tongue over those lines. To eat, breathe, and bathe on that chest.

  “Remove your dress and come lie down.” It was an order from Alex. I had Mitch’s hand in me two minutes ago and now Alex wanted me naked so he could lick my pussy. I had to be crazy. I raised my hair and pulled the tie on the halter. My dress came loose and flowed to the floor. I looked into Alex’s eyes while I did this. I felt the devil on my shoulder telling me to make him want what he claimed he didn’t. I lay down and spread my pink heels. I was still wearing them. They were in control and had yet to tell me to take them off, probably thinking they were sexy. Alex stood and stepped back with Mitch while they both gazed down at me. I was totally exposed. The cool air against my lips contrasted against the painful heat on my bottom.

  “Beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.” I felt it. That word. It had been years since I had heard him call me Angel. And hearing it repeatedly tonight was wearing me down, making the fixated feelings I had for him when I was younger come rushing up.

  “That’s right. You don’t think I remember you? I remember everything about you. You’re still and will always be my Angel. I couldn’t be there for you when your parents passed, but I did have people watching you to make sure you were alright.”

  “You watched me?”

  “Yes, Angel. It wasn’t all the time, but I did keep up with you. I’ll say that the reports I received over the last four years did not make me happy. What I saw at your college graduation pissed me the fuck off, but we’ll talk about that later; not while you are naked on the floor, waiting for me to eat your pussy. Waiting for another guy to fuck you.”

  That hit me like a bomb. He had been watching over me for years, even attended my graduation. Not even my Aunt Lucy had shown up for it. And he didn’t like what he saw. Meaning me, not smiling or happy. Not surrounded by friends getting ready to go celebrate. Me—plain, ordinary, and alone. He would tell me this, now. Like this. With me…like this. Suffice to say I wanted to get up and jump around, excited he had not run off and forgotten me. I also wanted to knock the shit out of him for waiting to bring it up like this. I wanted to demand why he didn’t personally check himself. Ask if he had cared so much over the years, why did he leave me when I was barely living? I did none of these because while I was thinking this, I also noticed Alex unbuttoning and removing his jeans. His boots mus
t have come off earlier. He was standing there in a pair of boxer briefs. He looked like an underwear model, an extremely well-endowed underwear model. Hot enough to make any thoughts I had disappear and leave only mush.

  He dropped his knees between my legs and reached up to play with my breast. He tugged on my nipples before leaning forward and pulling one inside his mouth. I could hear Mitch moving around the room but could only focus on what Alex was doing. He kissed his way up to my neck making me tremble.

  “Relax, Angel. We’ll go slowly and you can call a halt to anything. Anytime.” He kissed his way down and over. Up to my other ear. He was whispering again. “Feel me. Feel what I do to you. Not only on your skin where I touch you but feel it here,” he touched my head, “here,” he rubbed his hand around the side of my face and down between my breast, touching my chest, “and especially here,” he said as he cupped my bare pussy.

  I felt Mitch drop down beside me. When Alex rose up I could see that Mitch had removed his clothes, too. All of his clothes. Where Alex could be a model; Mitch looked like he could be a professional wrestler. He had to be the biggest muscled man I had ever met. It worked in a good way, not an overdosing on steroids way. Oh, and that question I wondered earlier about everything being big was answered. Everything was not big. Everything was freaking huge.

  “Look at these pretty nipples, Mitch. They are made for sucking. I would love to see some clamps put on them. If you were mine, you would get them pierced. I think for your size some small hoops would be real pretty,” Alex said while pinching my nipples hard, letting me know how it would feel. I rose up against his hand trying to get a little release from the pressure on them, but he pulled harder.

  “You’re right, Alex, they would be pretty. Another ring, too, that way we could chain them all together.” He looked down at me and smiled. “You will learn that a little pain in the middle of intense pleasure goes a long way.” I knew he was talking about a clit ring. No way in hell would I get one. I could imagine getting a pair of my pretty lacy panties hung on them and not realizing it as I jerked them down. Ouch!