Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  Behind the desk was sign that Darren judged to be at least eight foot tall and four foot wide. The upper third of the sign listed offices and department heads. Below that was a schedule of various events for the weekend. He scanned the extensive list of rules that took up the lower two thirds of the sign. From the way Alicia had become very quiet and still he reasoned she was doing the same thing.

  Couples in all varieties and combinations walked by, some were going in the direction of the restaurant and accompanying bar that took up most of the space opposite the desk. There men and women in three piece suits with a partner wearing more casual attire or barely anything at all. Some of the men and women wore head gear with plumes and sparkly jewels adoring them.

  “I think we underdressed,” Darren leaned close and whispered in Alicia’s ear watching a man and woman walk by wearing a suit, top hat and she had a formal gown that glittered in the soft lighting.

  She watched a couple, both women, walk by. They were wearing tight leather chaps, slinky tops and carried whips. “I think we’re very overdressed.” Alicia nodded to another couple across the room, two men who were very obviously together. They each wore tiny pieces of cloth that barely made sure they weren’t indecently dressed.

  Other couples wore skin tight, wet look fake leather and spandex. Others had on real leather in all sorts of combinations of outfits. Some of the men wore pants so tightly fitting nothing of their anatomy was left to the imagination. A few of the men and women had see-through shirts, most wore a leather or colored nylon harness that crisscrossed their chests.

  Alicia looked down at her wedding rings when a man and woman came by. “These seem insignificant,” she whispered.

  The man’s nipples were pierced and it was easy to see under his practically painted on pants that his cock sported a piercing as well. The thought of such a personal piercing made Darren inwardly wince. The woman with him held a tether that was attached to a collar around his neck. She wore a black, leather bodice and long flowing green skirt.

  Finally it was their turn to check in. The young woman behind the desk wore the same uniform as the other employees Darren spotted. White vest, dark brown shirt underneath and either a skirt or trousers in a matching brown. On the surface, despite the obvious fetish attire of the guests, the resort all appeared very posh and elegant.

  The woman smiled brightly at Darren and said, “Welcome to the Whipping Fern, sir. May I have the name you’ve registered under?”

  Her question set off alarm bells in Darren’s head. He understood that people might want anonymity coming to a place like this. However the same policy used to protect guests’ privacy would make it all that easier to funnel money and funds through the business illegally.

  “Allen and Darlene Preston,” Darren said. He slapped a goofy grin on his face and an arm around Alicia, tugging her close. “Me and the misses need a getaway desperately. We sure are looking forward to this weekend.”

  “It’s true.” Alicia sagged against him and made a big show of wiping one hand over her forehead. “Kids and homework, not to mention that PTA, most of those women I want to slap around on a regular basis. What a relief to pull out whips and get… ” she winked at the woman, “and give a good spanking!”

  The woman, Kim according to her name tag, smiled even more. “The Whipping Fern is the perfect place to forget about the mundane day to day for a bit. You’re first time with us?”

  Alicia and Darren nodded.

  “Well, let me officially welcome you!” Kim was way too cheerful. She turned and motioned to the sign behind her. “There is a printed copy of the rules in your room. We expect everyone to have safe, consensual fun. Any problems and we will inform the local police without hesitation. There are performances; they vary by day, as well as private rooms depending on each couple’s preferences. We also have a list of classes.” She slid a brochure across the desktop to Darren. “There is someone at this desk twenty-four-seven so please never hesitate to call for assistance. We’re here to make your stay memorable and pleasant. Will you be using the credit card you registered with?”

  Darren nodded and Kim spent a minute typing on her computer. She tucked two key cards into a small paper pouch and set that in front of Darren as well. Next she gave him a pamphlet with a map of the resort, complete with the various and ample amenities marked.

  “Is there anything else I can help you with? Your room is on the third floor, take the elevator, it’s over there to the right.” She leaned over the desk and extended her arm, pointing the way. “Once you exit on your floor your room will be down the hall on the left,” Kim said. Darren had to admit, Phil hired, or had a human resources staff that did an excellent job hiring the employees.

  “I do have a question,” Darren said. He picked up a paper from a stack sitting on the desk and set it in front of Kim. “I notice you are looking for investors. We’re interested in investing in a business such as this, provided of course we like it here. Might I be able to meet with your financial officer to discuss options?”

  Kim went back to her computer, typing away. “I’m afraid he’s out of town for a few days. I can have an informational packet set to you and message him about your interest.”

  “That’ll do nicely, thank you.” Darren turned to Alicia and said, a little louder than necessary. “I think this is just the type of business we need to make sure that nice big nest egg grandma left to us will make even more money. Don’t you agree, sweetie?”

  Alicia ran her hand down Darren’s arm and leaned against him. “You’re so smart.” She turned to Kim with a big smile and waved her hand at the woman once. “I swear he’s always coming up with these business ideas!”

  “Enjoy your stay. I’ll have your luggage taken up to your room for you,” Kim said.

  As they walked to the elevator Alicia giggled. “Oh my God, I don’t know how long I can act that stupid. What card did you give her?”

  “I set up a dummy business when I first started looking into this place, complete with credentials and had a card issued to Allen Preston. If anyone looks too closely we’ll be outed, but at least for now it should let me nose around. I wanted confirmation Phil really was out of the office for the weekend,” Darren explained.

  They walked into the elevator with a few others, nodding politely to them. Further conversation would have to wait until they were in their room. When they reached their floor and were able to leave the elevator to meander down the hall, they found their luggage waiting in their room.

  “This is pretty nice,” Alicia said and turned a circle.

  There were two rooms and a large bathroom. The outer most room was a sitting area, complete with small entertainment cabinet, a wet bar, half-sized refrigerator and counter space with a mirror over it. There was a couch, two arm chairs and free standing lamps. A small desk was tucked into a corner. Darren usually preferred a full suite or the penthouse, but in this case it would have called too much attention to Alicia and him.

  The bathroom was large enough for two people to comfortably use the dual sinks. There was a deep bath with jet sprays on one side and a huge shower stall on the other. The tub was long enough and deep enough for several people to completely stretch out if desired. It was blue tile with geometric designs in gray running through it.

  Alicia was pacing around the bedroom. The bed was enormous. Darren estimated the size to be about double that of a standard king sized bed. It was a sleigh style, with waved head board and foot rest, of luxurious honey tone wood. He could see restraints tucked partially under the mattress at each of the four corners. Alicia stood with hands on hip looking at the ceiling above the bed.

  Darren followed her gaze and chuckled. Instead of the expected mirrored ceiling this one had a metal frame. Slings hung from it. “Huh.” Was all Alicia said.

  He walked around the room, looking in the drawers. One of the top dresser drawers was filled with a number of floggers, whips, dildos, butt plugs and a few things Darren was too embarr
assed to admit he couldn’t identify. Each of the items was individually wrapped in a plastic bag with a sticker indicating it was sterilized. On top of the dresser was a tray with an assortment of condoms, lubricants and massage oils.

  Darren picked up a laminated sheet with the events for the weekend and bounced backward on the bed. Alicia began unpacking both her bags and Darren’s and arranging their clothes in drawers and closets.

  After a few minutes studying the events schedule and the pamphlet Kim had given them with the resort map he looked up. “Throw me that pad of paper and a pen, would you?”

  Alicia retrieved the requested items and set them next to Darren. She went back to what she was doing asking, “What did you find?”

  Writing on the paper, Darren said, “I found some of the regular events held every day, not the special ones, are held near the executive suites and offices.” He set the pad of paper down, and turned it for her to see. “Take a look.”

  Alicia settled on the bed beside him and tilted her head for a good view. “Which ones do we attend first?”

  “Well, tonight there is the rope tying demo and then a class for beginners afterward.” Darren pointed to a spot on the resort map. “It’s here. Down this little hallway right beside it is where the back office is, that might have people all the time in it. But look here, down the hall a bit farther.”

  Alicia leaned over and peered more closely. She looked up at Darren and grinned. “Executive offices!”

  “Yep. And as luck would have it,” Darren dug through his pants pocket and extracted a set of keys, jangling them. “I have a set of keys, since I’m technically part owner of this resort, the club and building. I bet Phil doesn’t even remember I have them, it was so long ago this building was purchased.”

  “So a little entering without breaking?” Alicia crossed her arms and tapped the fingers of one hand against her other arm. “What if the locks were changed?”

  “I don’t think he’d do that, no reason and as far as Phil knows, I’ve never been here and don’t know much about this place. I’ll go sign us up for this class. It’s later in the evening so hopefully there won’t be many people wandering around the place.” He scooted off the bed. “You figure out what we should wear to this thing.” He pulled out his wallet and tossed down a credit card. “Use this and buy what you want for us.”

  “I saw a shopping center a few blocks from here. I’ll go there first.” Alicia tucked the credit card into her purse. “In case anyone recognizes the name, or asks if you and Phil are related.”

  “Good idea.” He leaned over and kissed her. “Meet you back here by three.”

  “I can do a lot of shopping in that amount of time,” Alicia said.

  She smiled and breezed out the door but not before Darren called after her, “Don’t bankrupt me.” He heard her laughing as she headed down the hall to the elevator.

  Darren waited about fifteen minutes before leaving their room. He headed down to the main floor where the rope typing classes would be held later that evening. While he and Alicia had dabbled in some BDSM practices, neither cared for the more hard core, heavy duty activities, so this was something he really knew nothing about.

  The rope tying demonstration seemed pretty popular. There were already a number of names on the sign-up sheet. Darren estimated the presentation would be standing room only, which would help them all the more. He wasn’t sure if he was disappointed or not that the class after the performance was full. That would work out well for him he decided after a moment’s contemplation. Alicia and he could blend in with the crowd as they left the auditorium to walk the short distance to the room where the class would be held. There would be a short break, fifteen minutes or so and during that time according the schedule, refreshments would be served in the lobby and adjacent hallway. They would be able to simply drift away and no one would likely look twice at them or consider their actions unusual.

  It couldn’t have been a more perfect set up if Darren had planned it out himself.

  He did note the doors would be locked during the tying demonstration, so they’d have to either slip in with the crowd as the performance let out, or sit through it. Darren decided sitting through it would be the better option.

  Next he wandered around the lobby, pretending to examine the specials menu for the restaurant, look over the indoor garden then wander to the back hallway and leaf through brochures on display there. No one paid attention to him, he was doing everything any other guest had likely done at one time or another.

  He was able to get a good look at the offices. The area wasn’t off limits to guests, so he just meandered down the hallway, stopping to scrutinize the art on the walls. Locating the office belonging to his cousin, Darren quietly took the keys from his pocket. Looking around to be sure there was no one in the hall or hovering in a doorway who might see him, Darren silently eased the key into the door lock. Holding his breath he turned the key. When the door popped open and no alarms sounded he breathed a very deep sigh of relief, shut and relocked the door.

  He spent another few minutes in the hall to be sure no one from security showed up to check on the office. Satisfied he and Alicia could safely get into the office unnoticed he made the return trip to his room. On the way he investigated all the possible routes they could use to slip back among other guests or to their room depending on what the situation might call for. Hopefully he had prepared for every contingency.

  The one contingency he wasn’t sure he was even the least little bit prepared for was being correct about Phil and his financial activities. For once Darren hoped more than anything he was wrong. He’d told Alicia he’d dole out physical punishment to Phil but they both knew that wasn’t Darren’s style even though he was more than capable of such actions. He was in shape and had the muscle to back that threat up too.

  It was more likely he’d have to either blackmail Phil into turning himself in, or call the authorities himself. He’d also have to figure out how to end whatever alliance Phil had formed and begun these activities with in the first place. Darren had to face the fact he might have to hand Phil over to his former associates and let them decide the appropriate course of action. In no scenario did Darren see Phil coming out a free man and in a few he didn’t see him coming out a living man.

  Back in his guest room, Darren decided a soak in the tub would help him think and relax. Turning on the jets he enjoyed how the bubbly water felt over his long, muscular legs and back. His flaccid cock bounced waving gently back and forth and his balls bobbing slightly in the gently churning water. His mind wandered back to Phil. His cousin had created this mess, the fact was they were both going to have to accept that Phil would have to face consequences. It hurt, but Darren wasn’t the one participating in illegal activities with people who were very possibly not only shady but dangerous.

  The feeling of the water flowing over him and how the bubbles tickled all sorts of personal places was more sensuous than he’d imagined it could be. Darren would definitely have to spend some time in this tub with Alicia. Maybe he’d have one installed in his house and her townhouse. He’d always been a shower sort of guy, but possibly it was time to expand his horizons.

  Leaning back against the side of the tub, Darren took hold of his cock, closed his eyes and let his mind wander back to the plane ride with Alicia. He moved his hand, curled firmly around his cock in a slow, steady motion. A minute or so later he was hard as a rock. Using his thumb he swiped through his slit and over the sensitive head.

  The water seemed to warm and the bubbles seemed to intensify as he tightened his grip and ramped up the speed of his strokes. He was weightless in the water and it made the feeling of his hips rocking even more exciting. Even the way the water and bubbles worked into the crack of his ass and skimmed over his nipples brought little tingles of excitement to his skin.

  Using his free hand he gripped the side of the tub and pumped his cock harder. A deep, feral moan rolled up from his chest and out of his mo
uth. His hips stuttered side to side and he almost lost his grip on the tub, slipping under water for a second. When his head bobbed up he spit water from his mouth and gasped. His fist clamped shut until his arm cramped. A prickle started at the base of his spine and erupted into powerful jolts, balls tightening, the muscles of his legs went rigid and he shot his load into the water with enough force a small fountain formed and gurgled up for a few seconds.

  He stayed there in the water waiting for his body to still and his ragged breathing to even out. Finally Darren opened his eyes and pushed straighter up in the tub. Several shopping bags sat near his head.

  Alicia cleared her throat. “Goddamn that was hot. You’ll have to start without me more often, but next time I want the complete show.”

  Darren’s eyelids felt heavy, but he smiled and crooked one finger at her. “C’mere love, I’ve got a fix for you.”

  She held out her hand to him. “You look like you’ll fall asleep before the job is finished. I think I’d like to cherish that image and cash in my chips later.”

  Darren took her hand and hoisted himself out of the tub. “You’ve got to try this.” He dipped his head toward the tub.

  Alicia laughed and handed him a towel. “I soak in baths all the time.”

  “Yeah, but the little jet with bubbles make it truly amazing.” Darren wiped the towel down his legs and across his rear before turning it on his chest and back.

  “You bought me one of those over a year ago. I’ve been trying to get you into it ever since. But apparently taking a bath isn’t manly enough.” Alicia cocked her head to one side. “You might own my ass, but I’ll give you credit you do keep me in style. If I’d known sooner the only thing I had to do was leave you alone with the tub I’d have done that months ago.”