"What do you mean can't afford her? Is she a prostitute?"
Ass-less grinned wide at the question, saying, "Not exactly. If you see her tonight, let me know, please. I'd love to meet her in person. From what I hear, if you do see her, it will be in the S&M room. Or maybe the viewing room, but my bet is on the S&M. Actually, my bet is you won't see her. Good luck you two, and have fun." He scurried out of the room, headed back to the front desk.
I was seeing red, and barely able to control my rage. "Not really a prostitute, he said. But most people can't afford her? Hard to get time with her? S&M room is where she'd be? With all the restraints? He is selling her, damn it. Her kidnapper is selling time with her. That most people can't afford. I swear, I'll kill him. If given the chance, I'll kill him myself, for her."
"Calm down. We still don't know anything. If you get on a rage, it will show, and we won't find out anything else. That is more information than we had a minute ago, and we need even more, so don't lose it now. We don't know if couples can buy time with her at all, but that's our goal for tonight if she doesn't show up. Actually, our goal is the same whether she shows up tonight or not, because if she does, we probably won't be able to get her alone here. So we do everything we can to find out how to get time with her. Money is no object. That should help. Hopefully the fact that we've already kind of been with her might help as well."
"Ok." I said, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. "So what is our next move?"
Caleb said with a wink, "We blend in, dance, drink and have fun. We spend some time in those back rooms, we ask around, and we look damn convincing as a carefree, swinging, happy couple looking for our next adventure. Can you do that?"
I slid my arms around Caleb's neck, determined to make this look believable. He wrapped his arms around me in return, placing one hand casually on my ass and squeezing, pulling me close.
"Yeah, I can do that." I said, purring the words into his ear, looking to the packed room like a woman excited to be here, ready to get into some interesting situations with her man by her side.
"Shall we start this party off with some dancing? Get seen a bit?" Caleb asked, his words vibrating against the skin of my neck, as he put on a show of nuzzling my skin and holding me close. At least, I pretended he was only doing that to look the part.
Caleb pulled away from me for a moment and poured us each a drink. I drank deeply from my cup, drawing on the alcohol for the strength to get me through this night.
I put my empty cup back down on the table, placed my hand in Caleb's outstretched hand, and let him lead me to the dance floor. When we got there, Caleb wrapped his arms around me in our first dance in a long, long time. I looked up at him and smiled, trying to play my part as well.
I cocked an eyebrow at him as I felt his hands slide down my hips and over my ass once again. He smiled bigger at my reaction, and squeezed. I narrowed my eyes at him, in defiance.
"Two can play that game, you know." I said as I wiggled around, pressing my backside to his front, and dancing provocatively against him.
I heard his response whispered hotly into my ear, "Let the games begin."
Chapter 18
The Tease
Caleb and I managed to play the part of a couple without getting into too much trouble. He didn't kiss me again, and I was grateful. We had fun, teasing and acting the part, but without doing anything I would be ashamed of later.
We were friendly with some other couples, but managed to keep people at arm's length by making it known that we were mainly voyeurs who liked to take our fun home to each other. Caleb and I asked discreetly around about Jessica, but no one other than our tour guide seemed to know of her.
We peeked into the back rooms on occasion, just to see what was going on. The hippy room didn't seem to be very popular, the couple we had seen in there on our tour was the only action that room saw tonight. I wasn't really surprised though. The bean bag idea was pretty inventive, but I couldn't imagine spending that much time on carpet. Carpet burns were a bitch. Maybe if the bean bags were smaller, and up on a bed. I wouldn't be surprised to see that room made into something else, if we ever came back.
From the talk going on around us, the viewing room was rocking, but I avoided that room like the plague. That fact did not get by Caleb, and he was quite amused by my very obvious avoidance of that temptation.
We did see a few things when we peeked into the orgy room a couple of times. The first time was still early on in the evening, so it was still pretty tame in there. One couple was on one of the beds, he was on his back as she knelt between his knees, giving him a blow job. Another bed held a man and two women. He was also on his back, with one woman giving him a blow job as well, and the other woman straddling his face, moaning and writhing over his mouth. The other two beds were empty, but all four were pushed so close together the two groups were almost touching.
I guess that fact was obvious to them as well, because as we watched, the man with one woman tending to him reached out and played with the swinging breasts of the woman sucking and licking on the other man. She didn't seem to mind, in fact she grabbed his wandering hand from her bouncing breast and placed it instead between her legs. He started fingering her as his woman stopped sucking him, and instead crawled up his body to ride him instead.
Later on when we peeked in there again, the orgy room was living up to its name. I couldn't tell how many people were piled on the bed, arms and legs stuck out everywhere, and following one body part with your eyes just led you to two more body parts. Caleb wiggled his eyebrows at me in a teasing invitation to join the pile. I rolled my eyes at him, causing him to laugh.
We turned our attention to the S&M room which, according to our tour guide, held our best chance of finding Jessica. I guess we had just missed a demonstration of our tour guide's favorite piece of equipment. It looked like they had unhooked a fiery red head from it, and a lady who seemed to be in charge of the demonstrations turned everyone's attention to the other corner. The corner with the bars on the floor and hanging from the ceiling.
As she got close to the set-up, she called it a whipping station, and asked for another volunteer to help her demonstrate. Someone behind me must have raised a hand, because she said, "Fabulous. Come over here."
I felt a stirring behind me as Caleb whispered, "Excuse me honey, I must go play."
I watched in shock as Caleb moved passed me, making his way to the whipping station as a volunteer. He stood in front of her, and took a deep, mocking bow. He swung his arms wide, bowing low and saying, "At your service, madam."
She grinned at him as he stood back up to face her. She looked him up and down appreciatively, a gleam starting to shine in her eyes. She purred, "There's nothing I like more than an eager, sexy volunteer. You sir, are wearing way too much clothing. If you would strip down to as little as you are comfortable stripping down to, I would be glad to use some of my toys on your tender skin."
Caleb said, "Bring it on, sweetheart." He kicked his shoes off, and started doing a clumsy strip tease, complete with his own singing of 'da da da da da,' as he slowly took of each piece of clothing, swirled it around his finger, and let it fly. The small crowd in the room started to grow as Caleb's antics attracted more people.
I watched more and more of Caleb's tan, taut body being exposed as he playfully stripped down to his boxer-briefs. They were black, form-fitting, and left little to the imagination. A few cat calls came from the audience as Caleb dipped his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, and I wondered if he really would take it all off.
I looked to the lady running the whipping post to gauge her reaction, and felt a possessive streak flare up in me when I saw the look on her face. She was enjoying the show much more than she should be, in my opinion. She was biting her own slick, red lipsticked lip, and her eyes were touching every exposed inch of Caleb's nearly naked body.
She was wearing a red leather cat suit, which outlined her body to perfection, and for a minute I actu
ally pictured a cat in heat. I narrowed my eyes at her, and imagined having to fight her off of Caleb, but then remembered he wasn't really mine to fight for.
I know we were here as a couple, but in all honesty, Caleb had no real ties to me. If he wanted her as much as it looked like she wanted him, I had no real say.
A movement from Caleb's direction dragged my attention back to him. He was teasingly pulling his waistband down over one hip, leading everyone to believe that his briefs were coming all the way off tonight. As I watched him play, he looked at me, catching my attention with his sultry stare, gave me a slow smile and a quick wink, and put his waistband back where it belonged.
The cat lady said, "Oh, what a tease this one is." She went on adding, "Most of you saw the more serious, dominating way we treated our last volunteer over there."
She pointed to the other piece of equipment that the redhead was being released from when we came in.
"These toys can also be used in a more playful, beginners S&M way if you are so inclined. That's part of the fun in that world, you can bring a few playful toys into your bedroom, or go all out red-room style, like I'm sure you've all read or heard about, via 50 Shades. Since our volunteer is such a tease, we will follow his lead and I'll show you some of our starter toys."
Caleb looked my way and yelled over the crowd, "Take notes babe, and we'll go shopping later."
I felt myself blush, but tried to cover it with bravado. I yelled back, "You were a bad boy in the parking lot, maybe a good whipping is exactly what you need."
The crowd laughed and hooted, and I saw some of the light go out of the cat lady's smile when she mistakenly realized Caleb was taken. She was a good sport though, and deepened my embarrassment by saying, "By all means, m'lady, please, come here and whip your bad, bad boy."
I looked at her like a deer looks at oncoming traffic, and said, "What?"
She pointed her finger at me, and bent it, then straightened it, in a 'come here' gesture. The crowd hooted again. I almost declined, but I remembered why we were here, and decided if I really was all in, then I needed to play the part.
I joined them near the whipping post as she said with a smile, "Help me tie him up."
She directed Caleb, in nothing but his boxer briefs, to turn around and face the corner, with his legs spread apart. We each grabbed one of the ties on the board at his feet, and tied his ankles to it. We stood up and tied two long satin ties to his wrists, and then cat woman pulled a lever and raised Caleb's tied wrists above his head.
As Caleb's hands were stretched high above his head he said, "Now I know how you felt, sweetheart. Only I'm standing and you were stretched out on my bed."
"Don't tell people that." I hissed at him, flaming pinker.
"Wait, you were blindfolded as well."
"You're just asking for it now, aren't you?" I hissed again. I turned to cat woman and asked, "Which whip can I use? I think he has this coming."
She laughed and offered me a blindfold. I took it from her extended finger with a smile, and slid it over Caleb's head, settling it over his eyes.
Cat woman handed me a small leather whip. It was approximately the size of a hammer, but with a bunch of black leather strips at the end of it. The strips were about a foot long. She held a similar one in her hand, to show me what to do.
She told me to softly run it up and down his body, to start slow. She demonstrated by dragging the strips slowly over his body, and I copied her. Caleb teased, "That's it? That's all you've got?"
I rolled my eyes at the cat lady in a 'see what I put up with' gesture.
She smiled at me and pantomimed a quick smack on his butt with the whip, and nodded at me to actually do what she showed me.
I flicked my wrist hard and fast, and Caleb jumped when the whip slapped him. "Oh, I like that. Do that again." He said it in this girly voice though, like he was pretending.
I giggled at him, and did as he requested. Cat lady scolded me gently saying, "Don't give him what he wants. You are in charge here. He is stretched out naked and blind folded, at your mercy. Do what you want. He takes what you give him."
I giggled some more and said, "I am so not the dominant type."
Caleb spoke up, "Boy I sure am. Babe, I can think of all kinds of things I'd like to do to you if you were the one stretched out on this thing. Spanking your hot little ass with a whip would barely be the beginning. I saw feathers and vibrators, damn I'm getting hard just thinking about it."
My breath caught in my throat at the heat in Caleb's words. My eyes widened and I felt warmth spread out from my stomach, and felt an immediate wetness between my thighs that nothing else we had seen tonight had managed to do.
Cat lady caught my reaction before I could think to hide it. She took it all in, an expert at reading the signs of arousal. She had Caleb unhooked before I'd even realized she was going to. "Switch."
"Oh no. I don't think so."
Caleb teased me, taking her side. "What's wrong? You're not the submissive type either? You liked it last time."
"That was different." I said, trying to get out of this.
The problem was that I was the submissive type. The crowd had thinned out once it was obvious there was more giggling going on in here than sex, so the crowd wasn't what was holding me back. The idea of Caleb spanking my ass, and using any of these toys on me as I was stretched out, restrained and blind folded was too much to think about.
I was trying to be good, to be faithful to Roger. If I exposed myself to Caleb in that way, let myself be submissive to not only his wants and desires he had been repressing in the eighteen months since we'd broken up, but my own as well... let's just say that would be very dangerous.
"Come on, baby." Caleb challenged me with his eyes. He knew exactly what I was thinking. He knew exactly how I'd always responded to him when he took control. "All in, remember?"
"Fine." I gave in. "But I'm not taking anything off."
Chapter 19
My First Safe Word
"Fine by me." Caleb grinned as I switched places with him. I also faced the corner, turning my back to Caleb, the cat lady and the small crowd. I bent over a bit, watching as they tied the ties around the ankles of my boots.
I must admit, red satin ties looked pretty sexy around the ankles of black leather, over-the-knee, four inch heeled boots. They both came around in front of me, and fastened my hands to fuzzy handcuffs. I could see why Caleb had been bound in ribbon and me in cuffs, our heights and arm lengths dictated which fastener fit best on the bar.
Caleb grinned at me as he held the blindfold in front of my face, showing me what was about to happen.
"No sex Caleb. Promise me. I'm allowing this because I trust you. Toys are fine, I'll play the part, but we cannot have sex. And no one but you touches me."
His eyebrows rose in question, but I could tell he was taking me seriously. "Anything else goes?"
I looked into his eyes before I answered him. I knew from experience how good he was with a vibrator. How far did I want to allow him to go? I wanted, needed to be faithful to Roger, but my body was aching for Caleb after that kiss.
How far could I take this? How much control could I release to Caleb? I shook the thoughts off, thinking not much would actually happen. He had been standing here in only his briefs, gotten a couple of smacks with a whip, we giggled and it was done. I was staying fully dressed, with a promise of no sex. What could happen?
I answered Caleb. "Yes. No sex. Only you. Anything else goes."
Caleb nodded his agreement to my terms, and slipped the blindfold over my head. Cat woman must have pulled the lever, because I felt my arms rising, stretching above my head. When she stopped I was stretched into an x, my feet on the floor, my arms outstretched. I tested the restraints with a few pulls and wiggles, but I was securely restrained.
I heard cat lady speak to Caleb. "She said only you. I'll abide by that even in demonstration. So, you are in charge. What do you want to try first?"
I expected to hear Caleb's response, to know what was coming my way, but he didn't speak. Sneaky bastard. I heard them rustling with the display shelves, and I swallowed nervously, expecting a smack from a whip any second.
I jumped when I felt something touch my thigh. My mini skirt had risen a few inches as I was spread on the ankle board, and I felt something soft glide over my skin, from the outside of my thigh, above my boot, around the back of my leg, and over the sensitive skin on my inner thigh, just below where my skirt ended.
I had expected a quick whip, so it took me a minute to realize what Caleb was running softly over my skin. A feather. It tickled as he repeated the same thing on my other leg. My nerves jumped under the feather, tickles confusing my on edge mind when I had expected pain.
I heard Caleb move in front of me, and I felt the feather dance over the swell of one breast, dip into my cleavage, and then sweep softly over the other, over a shoulder and up one arm, toward my handcuffs. "Do you like that?" I heard Caleb whisper in my ear.
I nodded my head in the affirmative. "Answer me out loud. I want to watch your pretty mouth say the word."
My heart jumped at Caleb's authoritative tone. "Y- Yes." I got the word out. "Good. That's just the beginning." I swallowed, and Caleb tickled my throat with the feather.
"I saw that. Are you getting nervous?"
"With you in charge? Hell yes I'm getting nervous."
I heard the warmth of Caleb's laugh, and it sent shivers through my body. "You should be." He stated quietly, with a low timber to his voice that made me swallow again, and squirm a bit in my restraints.
I felt Caleb move behind me again, trailing the feather over my skin as he went. I felt the feather leave my skin, and not a half-second later I jumped again as I felt and heard leather strips slap against me. It felt like the same small whip I had used on him. He slapped me again with the whip, it was loud against the leather covering my ass. I startled and grunted as I felt the pleasant sting.
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