Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3)

by Wilcox, Layla

  “Would you like to me complete this checklist right now?”

  “Yes. The sooner I know what your interests and limits are, the sooner I can start devising play sessions for us.”

  “Don’t you love that they call the fun stuff we’ll be doing play?”

  “Yes, I think I’ll love everything about this. But I want you to know that I’m dead serious about the work. It’s very important to me.” He hesitated, wondering if he should bring up Andrea at this time and explain how she was his motivation.

  Jessica became solemn. “I think as you get to know me better, you’ll realize that I’m always focused on performing my best. I take everything I do very seriously and give it my all. I promise to serve you to the best of my ability.”

  The thought of Jessica serving him to the best of her ability made David hard.

  “Sounds like we’re perfectly matched, Jessica. I’m looking forward to the next few months.”

  * * *

  David felt anticipation mixed with nervousness in the pit of his stomach. It was his turn with Jessica to demonstrate proficiency at assuming their roles in front of the class. The room was dark except for the spotlight that shone on them.

  Jessica was bound with rope at her wrists. Her arms were stretched over her head, with the rope attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. She was wearing a red corset and matching garter belt with black lace-topped stockings and black platform high heels. With her arms raised and held fast, her nipples burst over the top of the bustier. A slip of her black panties showed below the garter.

  “Spread your legs, please,” David said.

  He turned on a floor fan, directing the airflow at her from the front. Her long hair blew gently away from her face, and her nipples hardened visibly in the chill of air on her skin.

  Jessica stood perfectly still, looking straight ahead, but not at David. He stepped closer and began applying oil to her skin, massaging her body as worked his way down from her neck and shoulders to her chest. His hands lingered on her breasts, pinching her nipples then rubbing more oil over them to soothe the reddened skin.

  David was shirtless and he wore tight leather pants and motorcycle boots. He felt the bulge in his pants becoming prominent as his hands moved down to the strip of bare skin exposed on her abdomen. His hands moved under the elastics of the garter to the top edge of her panties.

  Jessica’s head had fallen back, her eyes closed, and her breathing was audible. Gentle moans escaped her lips as David’s fingers crept down and separated her folds. He circled her clitoris until the nub hardened and stood up firm against his finger. He removed his hands from her panties and continued to rub oil on her legs, concentrating on her inner thighs. He dropped to his knees as he made his way down to her feet.

  David grabbed Jessica’s ankles and placed his face close to her pussy. Her panties had a slit opening in the front panel, and with her legs spread, the opening puckered, exposing her pink center.

  “Do you want me to lick you, Jessica?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “Ask for what you want.”

  “Please lick me.”

  “Lick you where?”

  “Please lick my pussy, Master. Please take your beautiful sweet tongue and lave over me.”

  “Like this?” David took long sweeps along her folds and circled her clit with his tongue.

  “Yes, Master, yes! Thank you!”

  Jessica’s hips began to rock, and she bent her knees slightly to push her bottom closer to his face.

  David drew back. “You may not come until I tell you, Jessica.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “What else would you like me to do to your pussy?”

  “My pussy belongs to you. Do to it whatever you like.”

  David pressed his face to her once more and pushed his hands against her inner thighs, stretching her opening wider. He plunged two fingers into her wet hole and explored her inner cavern with his fingertips. He listened carefully to her breathing and observed the movements of her hips, and was rewarded with a deep gasp when he located her g-spot.

  Once more he drew his head back, but his fingers remained inside her. “Jessica, look at me,” he commanded.

  Jessica’s head snapped up and she opened her eyes.

  “Yes, Master,” she said in as normal a tone as she could muster.

  “I feel your muscles contracting around me. It’s not time for you to come yet.”

  “No, Master.”

  David began to torture her clit with his lips and tongue while bringing a third finger inside her.

  Jessica’s face was tight with concentration. Her lips parted, and she breathed heavily with moans that emanated from her core. It was obvious to all onlookers that it was taking every ounce of control she had not to come.

  David continued to assault her pussy with his mouth. He bit lightly on her clit, his lips open wide over her flower.

  Her back arched, her hips swung forward, and a muted scream burst forth from her mouth. She held her position for as long as she could, clenching her muscles against his fingers, trying to keep the contractions from getting any stronger, but she was losing the battle.

  David could feel that he had pushed her to her limit. “Come now, Jessica,” he said, his voice muffled in her pussy. But it was loud enough for Jessica to hear, and she relaxed her muscles and allowed the wave of contractions to pass through her.

  When she was still, David sat back on his heels, wiped his mouth with his hand, grinning.

  “Thank you, Master,” Jessica said.

  He stood up and released her arms from the binding that held her. He took her arms down, holding her hands in his. He kissed each wrist on the inside and rubbed them lightly. Then he brought her to his chest and kissed the top of her head.

  “You behaved very well, Jessica. I am pleased.”

  A look of pleasure and appreciation crossed her face. She bowed her head.

  “I am grateful to you, Master.”

  A round of applause burst from the audience, bringing them out of their reverie and back to the reality of the classroom.

  Chapter Three

  David took a quick, last look around his apartment. Andrea would be arriving any minute for a weekend visit and, for some reason, he was nervous. He wasn’t sure why. It had worked out perfectly. Jessica was out of town being a bridesmaid in a college friend’s wedding, so there wasn’t even a remote possibility of an accidental overlap. She’d probably be too busy with the event to give him a call, which he encouraged her to forgo. The last thing he wanted was to have the little time he had with Andrea interrupted.

  If Jessica wasn’t the cause of the twinge in his belly, he wasn’t sure what was. He couldn’t wait to get Andrea in bed. It had been six long weeks since he left Florida, and he missed her. Although it wasn’t for lack of sex, that’s for sure.

  Jessica was a willing, and seemingly untiring, sub. She adored sex, as much as he could give, and gave back with whatever he wanted to take. David’s cock swelled to fill the front of his jeans just thinking of her delicious pussy and how she liked to filled there with anything David chose.

  He smiled as he thought about how inventive he’d become once he ran out of his own body parts and sex toys. Yesterday had been a breakthrough experience with the neck of an empty wine bottle they had just finished. Their vociferous dual orgasm was evidence of how well that worked.

  The doorbell rang and David raced to answer. Andrea stood in the hallway as he swung open the door. He took her bag and pulled her inside the apartment and into his arms, covering her mouth with his and reaching his tongue deep into the caverns of her mouth.

  Andrea struggled free of his grip and looked down at the sharp bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened, and she nodded approval.

  “I won’t ask if there’s a gun in your pocket, or if you’re just glad to see me. There’s no mistaking what that is!”

  Andrea shrugged out of her jacket, letting it drop to the floor
. She grabbed David by the waistband of his jeans and began to unzip the fly.

  David put his hand over hers. “Wait, I’ve got roommates.” He grabbed her bag with one hand and her hand in his other and pulled her down the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he tossed the bag on top a pile of clothes and pulled her inside, closing the door with his foot.

  “Now, finish what you started,” he said, and Andrea was upon him. She flipped the button of his pants and unzipped the fly, liberating his swollen cock, and pulled the pants to the floor. David stepped out of them, and she pushed the jeans aside.

  “Let me look at that beautiful, hard cock. Oh, how I’ve missed your designer dick,” she said, and dropped to her knees to admire it close up.

  David reached down, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head. A quick snap of her bra hooks and she shrugged out of it. She leaned into him, pushing her enormous breasts together around his erection, while looking down on his tip with adoration.

  “Oh my God, you’re dripping with that delicious sweet stuff,” she said, and leaned down to lick the droplets off the tip.

  “Mmm, I’ve missed this so,” she murmured, and opened her mouth wide, taking him in and down her throat in one quick motion.

  David groaned as her wet lips surrounded him, and she sucked ravenously as she reached behind him and fondled his balls. He saw the look of passion on her face, and he filled his fists with her hair as he pushed her face to him.

  Andrea took in his full length with barely a gag and slid her hands up to grab his cheeks, but David didn’t release her. He left her no choice but to suck him off. David felt her throat relax, and he slid down a little further. Andrea worked her lips and tongue around his cock, and he felt a pull in his groin as his balls contracted and fire spread down his shaft and shot into her mouth.

  He untangled his fingers from her hair and dropped down on his knees, eye level with her. He pulled her toward him, panting after his extraordinary release.

  “You are amazing, wonderful, talented, beautiful, and so much more,” he said cradling her face in his hands. “I’ve missed you, baby.”

  He stood up, pulling her with him. He undid the zipper in the back of her short skirt and let it fall to the floor. He laughed heartily. She wasn’t wearing panties.

  “I bet every man who enjoyed the beaver shots on that flight from Florida to New York is still thinking about it.”

  She laughed. “Yeah, but they could only look, not touch.”

  David pushed her toward the bed gently. Her legs hit the edge of the mattress and she slid backward on the sheets of the unmade bed. She sat with her back to the wall, her bent knees spread wide. She opened her pussy to him, pulling her lips apart with one hand and plunging three fingers of her other hand inside herself. She stroked herself several times, her face registering her pleasure.

  Andrea pulled her fingers out and popped them in her mouth one at a time. David watched as she sucked the juice off each one, lips tightly pressed around the finger.

  David grinned. It took only seconds for his cock to revive. “Do that again,” he ordered, “but this time, I’ll do the taste test.”

  Andrea dipped into her pussy. David heard swishing noises in her cunt and knew it was ripe with her juices. He sprang on the bed in front of her on all fours.

  “Feed it to me now!” He opened his mouth wide.

  Andrea treated him to her fingers slowly. Each time she slid another finger onto his tongue, he clamped his mouth around it, savoring every drop of her juice until he sucked it clean.

  Still hungry, he set upon her, pushing against her inner thighs and opening her flower to its fullest. With a lustful groan, he licked around her folds, pushing the tip of his tongue into every crevice. He plunged his tongue into her hole, and she gasped as he pushed up.

  Andrea’s musky scent drove him crazy, and he breathed in deeply as he tongue-fucked her. He felt her muscles contracting, and he tasted her fluids run into his mouth. Grabbing hold of her clit, he alternated pinching and releasing the hardened nub.

  “Yes, David, harder!”

  David withdrew his tongue and shoved his thumb in her while bringing his teeth down on her clit, biting it roughly.

  Andrea went wild under his mouth. She clamped her bent knees around his head and lifted her hips up. Supporting herself with her arms on the bed, she humped away at this face until she came explosively. He let go of her clit, licking it to soothe where he had bitten.

  When Andrea was still, she relaxed her legs and released David’s head from the vice grip. He sprang up on his knees, and pulled her away from the wall.

  “Turn over on your hand and knees,” he fairly snarled.

  Andrea flashed her vixen grin that made him even wilder and complied.

  Cupping his hand beneath her cunt, he dipped his fingers in her wetness and spread her slickness from end to end. With his free hand, he opened his nightstand drawer and grabbed a tube of lubricant and squirted a dollop on the puckered brown rim of her rear opening.

  He massaged the spot, pressing his forefinger against the rim. Andrea raised her butt higher and laid her chest flat, bringing her face to the mattress. David pushed in, working the ointment down as he slid his finger in to the first knuckle, then the second. He pulled back slowly and then pressed back in, repeating the motion until his entire finger was sliding in and out of her.

  Andrea bucked the bed. “Yes, David. That’s so good. Fuck me now.”

  David stopped completely, and Andrea turned her head questioningly.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s my call when you get fucked.”

  Andrea closed her eyes and breathed, trying to control her desire long enough to have a conversation.

  “Please, fuck me, David, please.”

  David smiled. “That’s better. I like it when you ask.”

  He pressed the tip of his cock against her empty opening. “Is this where you want me to put this?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “Please fuck me there.”

  “How do you want it, Andrea? Do you want to be fucked hard?” David moved his finger deeper into her ass.

  “Or should I fuck you nice and slow?” He pressed the head of his cock into her vaginal opening.

  “Fuck me hard, now.”

  David stopped again. “Wrong answer.”

  Andrea smacked her hand against the mattress in frustration.

  “I don’t understand. You asked.”

  “The correct answer is to ask what I want, to tell me to do what I want.”

  Andrea took a deep breath. Her needs were overtaking her senses.

  “David, my love, my body is yours to do what you will.”

  David pushed in a little further. “I want to please you, Andrea.”

  “Oh yes, David, like that. Deeper—if it pleases you.”

  David smiled. “I’ll show you what pleases me.” He rammed his cock deeply into her in one swift push.

  “Yes, yes. Fill me, complete me.”

  Andrea contracted her inner muscles tightly around him, and David pounded her from behind while continuing to glide his finger in and out of her rear opening. The slapping of skin upon skin mixed with her shrieks and his grunts.

  Every nerve ending in his body was aflame as her muscles clamped around his cock and finger. He felt the burning heat pass through him, and he grabbed her hair as he reared back on his knees, then thrust in for the final time.

  “Come, now!” he ordered.

  She screamed out with pleasurable release, and he exploded into her core. He pressed deeply into both her openings, holding still at maximum penetration until her body stopped moving.

  Once she was still, David withdrew and fell on top of her.

  Andrea tapped on him and he slid off, moving up to the top of the bed and sinking back against the pillows. He patted the mattress next to him, motioning for her to join him. She put her hand under the other pillow as she slid up to snuggle next to him.


  Andrea sat up abruptly, holding up the pair of thong panties that she pulled out from under the pillow. “Well, since I wasn’t wearing any when I arrived, these can’t be mine.”

  David groaned. He thought he had checked everywhere to eliminate traces of Jessica from his place. He leaned forward and put his arms around her, trying to pull her down next to him again, but she resisted.

  She turned to him, twirling the undergarment on her index finger. David grabbed it from her.

  “Andrea, you know that I’m in a BDSM program at Club Manhattan, and that I enrolled because of you.”

  “Yes, but I thought your sessions were limited to the classes and conducted at the school.”

  “And you haven’t been to Club Secrets or Miami since I’ve been in New York?”

  Andrea’s face fell and she looked at her hands. David once more put his arms around her, and this time she allowed him to pull her to him.

  “I don’t want to be a jealous bitch,” she said. “I guess finding the evidence in my hand like that was bad timing after what just happened here.”

  David kissed her neck and squeezed her hard. “I’m sorry. I really did try to clean up for you. I guess I’m not a very good housekeeper.”

  Andrea relaxed in his arms. “I’m exhausted. I was up at the crack of dawn to get ready for my flight, and waited for two hours in the airport before boarding. Then the three-hour flight, cab ride to your apartment, and our rigorous little homecoming session has me all worn out.”

  David kissed the top of her head. “Let’s take a nap. Later, we can shower and get a bite to eat. How about we order in a pizza and watch movies in bed tonight? I have a special bottle of wine chilling for us now. How does that sound?”

  Andrea nodded her head, kissed his cheek, and closed her eyes. She was sleeping seconds later.

  * * *

  David was restless. They were on their third chick flick, and he was tired of the silly antics of bridesmaids, cheerleaders, and nitwit teenage girls. He nudged her.