by Sam Crescent
“It doesn’t mean we can’t talk to each other about stuff.”
“Okay, how about you tell me why you’re a librarian when you don’t need to work?” he asked.
“That’s easy. I would be bored at my apartment all day. There’s only so much a girl can buy, and I’m not interested in shopping. I do occasionally bake up a storm for my apartment building, but other than that, I like being at the library. Most of the time it’s quiet, but I love the customers who come in. I love the scent of musty books, and brand new books. The kids as well. They’re noisy, and they love getting into everything, which is so sweet to be part of. In a nutshell, I love my job. What about you? What made you sell your father’s business?”
“You knew about that?”
“It was newsworthy. I find anything that is in the news, I read.” She shrugged. “You were big news a few years back.”
He sighed, ordering another shot. It would be his last one as he didn’t want to lose control around Alexa. She wasn’t the most trusting, and he needed to have that control to keep him sane. “From the time I was old enough, I was being trained to take over the family business. If you screwed up, there were always consequences. I graduated at sixteen, and was already in college by then. My father, he demanded excellence in everything. One day, in my late twenties, I woke up and realized I hated my life. I hated working every single day. I hated the job I’d been trained to do. I hated the people, the work, the business, the hatred, and the fucking stress. What the papers don’t tell you was I nearly died of a heart attack around twenty-five.” She gasped, and he touched her hand, trying to offer her comfort. “You don’t need to worry. I didn’t end up dead. Anyway, the doctor, who is a very good friend of mine, asked me to think about what I wanted out of life. He knew what I’d been trained to do. He advised I make the decisions myself, and gave me the warning that I wouldn’t make it past the age of thirty-five and would even suffer before then.”
“Wow, seriously?”
“Yeah, it kinds of put your life into perspective when you’re told you’re not going to make forty. I wasn’t happy, and the company was in my hands, so I sold it,” he said.
“I can see.”
“I’m thirty-three years old, and the last time I visited my doctor, he gave me a clean bill of health on everything. I’m healthy, and I’m happy.”
“What do you do in your spare time?” she asked.
“I do a little of everything. I stopped running a company, but I still do enjoy the challenge of finding something to occupy myself. I started buying property, got bored, and sold it all. I’ve done art dealing, and once again it didn’t hold my interest.”
She laughed. “Wow, you really don’t know what you love, do you?”
“Try being in my shoes, and see how you feel. Most of my life I’d wanted what my father wanted. I never actually considered what I wanted.”
“And now you’re stuck?”
“I wouldn’t say stuck.” He paused, thinking about it. “Yeah, I’m stuck.”
“At least you’re happy.”
She finished her drink, and he once again took her hand, leading her away from the main bar. “Let’s go and see something exciting.” The only thing that he’d been passionate about was getting Alexa back to the club, and in his bed. She followed behind him. “The basement is divided into two. There’s the main basement, and then there’s the dungeon. Tonight, I’m going to take you to the basement.”
The basement was where the Doms and subs liked to play. William only allowed trained and professional Doms within the club. Anyone who hadn’t trained wasn’t allowed to practice on the subs. They could come and watch, but nothing else.
Corey loved the challenge, so he had accepted training from several Doms to be able to explore the lifestyle, even if he only liked to play on occasion. He wasn’t interested in having a slave or a sub all the time. Corey liked to play at variety.
Walking down the stairwell, he paused at the door, which had a special code for him to enter. If anyone who didn’t have a code wished to watch, they had to be allowed inside first.
“When we go inside, you can’t talk about what you see. It’s private.”
“I signed the privacy clause, Corey. I’m not going to be telling anyone about what I see her. I imagine William doesn’t let anything illegal happen.”
“Of course he doesn’t.” William wanted the club to be a safe place.
After he typed in his code, the door opened, and he slid inside. Alexa followed behind him, and he closed the door hearing it lock as he did so.
The room was dim with only stages alight with couples in play. There were private booths in darkness to provide the privacy for couples who wished to watch, but not necessarily be watched.
He found a booth that was still alight, and once he entered, he turned the light off, providing them with privacy.
“Why did you do that?”
“To let any new visitors know that this booth is taken.” He tugged her to his side, sliding his hand inside her dress, and stroked her erect nipple.
There were five couples in the basement in different forms of play. The spanking bench, the St. Andrew’s cross, and the swing were in use. Other couples were practicing different forms of punishment. “Have you ever played with a Dom?”
“No.”
“Would you like to?”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard of this, and I’ve seen things online, but never like this.”
“Touch your pussy, Alexa, tell me if you’re wet.”
She moved, and he heard as she pressed her fingers through her slit.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“What are you watching?” he asked.
“The woman on the spanking bench.”
Corey looked toward the scene. There was a man who had a woman bent over the spanking bench. Both of them wore masks so he didn’t know who they were. The Dom was fucking, then spanking his woman as she took her punishment. He would pound his dick inside her pussy, then pull out, using his hand or whatever instrument he wish to spank her.
Releasing his jeans, he pulled his cock out and started to work his length as he watched the scene.
Alexa moaned. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Yes, baby. Do you wish that was you?” he asked.
“Yes, but I’d prefer you to be the man spanking me.”
In the booth, watching the scene, they both played with themselves, and the intimacy of the act was not lost on Corey. They were sharing their arousal and their enjoyment of watching the pleasure unfold.
The Dom brought the woman to orgasm twice before the Dom actually found his release.
Alexa surprised Corey as she took his length into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat, and sucking hard. She didn’t let him go, and he released his cum into her mouth. Once she was done, he wasn’t about to be outdone, and moved her so that she was sitting on the table. He spread her legs and gave her an orgasm there with his tongue while at the same time using his fingers in her pussy and ass.
Afterward, they sat together, and peace settled over him.
There was no desire to run for another woman. There was no sudden urge to get away from Alexa. Corey found himself more than content to sit with Alexa in his arms, not wanting to let her go.
He had an idea of what his feelings meant, but it scared him.
After so long of playing around with women, he was suddenly faced with a woman he didn’t want to let go. What would he do if Alexa wanted to let him go?
The tables were turning, and he was suddenly the one at risk of being left behind.
Chapter Seven
The orgy room
Corey was pretty determined to get her to the club, so on Tuesday night, Alexa found herself back with him in the safety of the club. She wouldn’t allow him to meet her outside, and even though at work she looked for him, he didn’t invade her space. She had no doubt that he knew where she lived. He�
�d had access to her file, and before she burned her file, she saw that her address was indeed there, along with all of her other documents. When she saw the fantasy part of the file, she’d been embarrassed. Once she read through her answers, she saw she’d not gone into detail of her darkest ones.
In three weeks Becca was going to be back home, and Alexa was worried about what her friend would think. They never really talked about their own personal lives, but she just knew her friend would say something about her time with Corey.
The club members were talking about them, which was strange. She noticed the pointed looks and the whispers. Some women had even approached Corey tonight wondering if he wanted a taste. She hadn’t said anything even though she’d been struck by jealousy at their rudeness. Alexa fought with herself constantly not to show any emotion when it came to Corey. She liked him, and that was enough to get her hurt. He’d waited for her at the entrance to the club, and even escorted her to the main bar. Now, they were actually sat in the orgy room that Nathan had taken her to.
She looked around the room, and it just didn’t do it for her.
Sure, it was pretty hot watching the men and women get it on, but that kind of sex never any appeal to her. She liked sex, but she preferred to know who her partner actually was.
“Orgy is not your thing?” Corey asked.
“Nah. Sex is all well and good, but look, they’re just diving right in. I don’t judge anyone who likes it. I don’t. Do you?”
“No. I don’t actually. But I’ve never even wanted to try it. I just find it interesting to watch.”
“You’re being serious, right now?” She never really knew if he was just trying to make her comfortable or not.
“Yeah, I don’t see the appeal.”
“Then why bring me here?”
“Getting to know you, babe.”
She turned back to look at the room, and couldn’t help but smile. Alexa couldn’t lie to herself about how he was making her feel. He was making it hard for her to fight her growing feelings for him.
Tucking some hair behind her ear, she snuggled up against them as they watched the show. He wrapped his arm around her, and she felt comforted.
It was one of the nights they actually spent together, watching the show, and never actually doing anything together. She didn’t feel the need to. Corey didn’t seem to mind either. They held each other, and at the end of the night, he saw her to her car.
****
The toy room
Two days had gone by since he last saw Alexa. She hadn’t gone to the club Wednesday or Thursday, and he’d had no choice but to visit her at the library. He had her cell phone number, but he doubted she’d even respond to his call.
She was an enigma, and he found himself thinking about her all the time. When he was at the club the other two days, he didn’t touch any other woman, and spent most of his time with William.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“You’ve got to trust me.” They were in one of the secluded rooms, which allowed people to watch, but you didn’t know if they watched or not. The room had some loops that allowed you to bind a woman with her arms above her head. He’d never used the room with a woman before for personal use. A Dom, a few years ago, had taught Corey how to best use the toys and all the equipment. You didn’t have to be a Dom in order to enjoy the way it bound a woman for pleasure.
Alexa stood naked in the corner of the room, and he’d fastened the rope through the hoops. The fabric of the rope was soft, and it wouldn’t hurt Alexa’s wrists. He didn’t want to cause her pain unless it would enhance her pleasure.
“I do.”
She was really getting under his skin. He had thought that fucking her every chance he got would lessen this need he had for her. Instead, he was finding himself wanting more from her. The time they shared wasn’t enough. No other women appealed, and even in the last week since he’d first been with her, he’d not fucked another woman. That was a record of being faithful for him.
He never made any promises with other women, and he loved variety.
“Come here.”
With Alexa, she blew his mind. There was no need for variety for him.
She walked toward him, and he loved the bounce of her tits. She stood in front of him, and he took one of her wrists in his. Taking hold of the rope, he looped it around her wrist so that it was secure, then did the same with the other wrist. He tied it up, and then moved back, pulling so that her arms were above her head, but there was a little slack in the ropes. Once he was satisfied, he moved toward her.
Her chest rose and fell with each of her indrawn breaths. Her nipples were rock hard points, and her belly tightened as he placed his palm on her stomach.
“What will I find if I touch your pussy?” he asked.
“You’ll find it wet. Do I have to call you Sir, or Master?” she asked.
Corey shook his head. “No. We’re just playing today. I don’t expect you to call me anything but Corey. I’m not ready to play Dom and sub.”
“That’s fine with me.”
He chuckled.
She moaned as he slid his fingers between her thighs, teasing her slick pussy. “You’re wet, Alexa.”
“You make me wet.”
“By the time I’m finished tonight, it’s going to be dripping down the inside of your thighs.” He moved his hand away from her pussy, dragging his slick fingers across her thigh. Walking around her body, he admired every single curve. Her rounded ass just begged to be slapped, and to have his mark on her body. Squeezing the cheeks, he pulled them apart, caressing down her anus. She tensed up, and he couldn’t resist chuckling. “Still an anal virgin.”
He slapped her ass, circling her body until he stood in front of her. Caressing her fingers up her body, he circled her nipple, gliding across her body, and going to the next. She was fucking beautiful, and she drove him crazy.
“Open your thighs,” he said.
She spread her thighs as best she could, and he watched as she held onto the rope as she did. Her curvy body was on display for him. He’d gladly keep her like this, open and exposed for his pleasure. Moving toward the bag in the corner, which he’d placed there himself an hour before she came, he pulled out a fresh anal plug and some lube. He’d reserved the room, and made sure William kept everyone away from it.
Moving in front of her, he slipped his hand between her thighs, touching her soaking slit.
Without waiting for her to decline him, he moved behind her, spreading the cream from her pussy to her ass. She gave him a little moan and tried to tense up, but the position stopped her from achieving that.
He twisted the tube of lubrication open and applied a great deal to the plug. Corey put more than was needed, and he threw the tube to the floor and pressed the tip of the plug against her ass. He applied plenty of gel to her anus before pressing the plug into her ass.
She gasped, and he slowly started to push and pull the anal plug against her. When it was seated in her ass, he moved around her. His cock was already thick and ready to fuck her.
“Keep that plug in your ass.” He moved to the pouch of condoms and took one out. With his gaze still on hers, he tore into the condom, and slid it over his length. Corey was in front of her within seconds, lifting her up, and plunging inside her tight pussy once again.
“Who do you belong to, Alexa?” he asked.
“You.”
“Who controls this body?”
“You.”
“Good.”
He fucked her with a passion that surprised him. There was no chance of him ever letting her go. He knew it. Now, he just needed to make Alexa see it.
****
One week later
“What is this?” Alexa asked, staring at the two trays of food. Laura was watching them, and Corey simply shrugged.
“It’s food. You know, lunchtime, food. I figured you’d prefer to eat good food instead of those sandwiches you make.”
She had told hi
m about her current hatred of paste sandwiches. Most of her time was spent at the club with him so that her lunch had gone from being elaborate salads or pastas, to paste sandwiches. It was the only thing she could make within the minutes she was given. She was sleep deprived, hungry, and the scent of that food, whatever it was, made her mouth water.
“Go, have some lunch. You and I both know you couldn’t stand another paste sandwich,” Laura said, giving her a smile.
“Okay, if you’re sure.”
“I can handle the library. Go, have lunch, and some fun.”
Some fun was what she’d been having with Corey. She was tired, exhausted, and the thought of going to the club right now, it didn’t appeal to her.
She rounded the counter and followed Corey out of the library. They walked a few feet until they came to a park. Walking inside with him, she stared down at where he took her hand.
So it wasn’t just something he did within the club.
“It’s a beautiful day.”
Alexa looked up. It was a hot day, and she’d decided on wearing a dress with thin straps. She didn’t even need a cardigan or anything like that, it was so warm. “It is.”
They had to turn on the air conditioning in the library as otherwise they’d have been melting into a puddle.
He sat down on a bench, and she sat beside him.
“Here you go,” he said.
She took the food and lifted the lid, scenting the jerk chicken. “Wow, you remembered?”
“Of course.”
They had gotten into a conversation at the club about their favorite food. She loved jerk chicken but hadn’t been able to replicate the recipe.
He handed her a fork, and she took a bite, loving it.
“This is lovely.”
“I was thinking about tonight,” he said.
She winced. “Erm, about that. I’m not going to make it to the club tonight. I’m really tired, and I can’t spend another late night and early morning.”
“I picked up a movie, and was wondering if I supplied the food, if you wanted to watch a movie with me?” he asked. “I’ll come to your place. No sex, no expectations, and I’ll even leave at the end of the night so you don’t have to worry about the time.”