by Tia Lewis
I sat down at the bar, overlooking everyone else. In the haste, I’d gotten dressed in a short black skirt and matching blouse, so I wouldn’t attract attention to myself. It seemed to work for the time being as no one approached me, leaving me to watch Dustin from afar. Before we came in, he told me he had to attend to business first, but he’d be happy to sit down with his friends and myself for a “chat.”
The impatience was slowly creeping up on me, but not enough to move me off the stool. Dustin walked around the room as if this was one of his buildings. Everyone greeted him with a smile or a handshake immediately after making eye contact with him.
His stride made me feel something. A hot flash took me, and before I knew it, I was daydreaming about him walking up to me and demanding that we go back to the vacation house. That he would throw me on the bed and remind me that I was hired by him so I should do whatever he tells me to do. I was working for him.
I shook my head to snap myself out of it. The embarrassment could’ve made me blush harder than I already was if I wasn’t somewhere public. I fought the urge to step into the bathroom and splash water on my face, fearing it’d attract more attention.
Why would I want a guy like him? He’s probably a criminal or worse. I deserve better than him, but then… Why do I…?
While I was distracted, I didn’t notice a woman sitting down on the stool next to mine. “Not from around here, huh?”
I didn’t fully hear the question, so I answered with a halfhearted, “Nope.”
“Well, then. Where ya from?” asked the woman, her voice sounding slightly strained from having to talk over the noise.
I briefly turned around and answered, “New York. I’m here working on a case. I’m uh… A lawyer. I guess I should’ve mentioned that first.”
She held up a hand and replied, “It’s fine, it’s fine. Must be a pretty sweet case if it gets you into clubs like these, eh? My cousin would sell his sister to get in here.”
“I can’t imagine it’s that great…”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “You really are new around here.” My eyes were too focused on Dustin to keep giving the woman my full attention. “That’s your man?”
“No, that’s my client.”
She reached over to nudge my arm, forcing me to give her my attention again. “I see the way you look at him… I’ll be honest you’ve got a good eye. He looks pretty great in that suit, doesn’t he?”
I could feel the prickles of unease parading my skin. “No, he’s just my client I assure you. He’s the reason I’m here on this business trip.”
The woman climbed down from the stool, grinning at me. Without a word, she winked and left me alone at the bar. She left me more confused than when she’d found me. My head spun with the onslaught of thoughts surrounding Dustin. How could I combat someone so charismatic? Was it impossible to resist?
Exasperated with myself I decided to order a small drink. Martini couldn’t hurt. As I sipped it, the masked guests around the room all started to melt together. I lost focus on Dustin for a while. When’s he going to come back? I wondered.
“Excuse me…” a mature, male voice called out to me. I looked to my right and saw a man hidden behind a thin, light blue mask adorned with pink feathers at the sides. It just barely covered his eyes, allowing me to see him grin.
“Yes…?” I asked hesitantly. My immediate thought was what happened the last time I was approached by a man at one of Dustin’s parties. He said it wouldn’t happen again. Where is he…?
“I’m gathering a few choice guests up to my private room for some… extravagant indulgences.” His voice caressed my ears with a snakelike tone.
“I’m sorry, I don’t…” I put my hands up, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I understand…”
He leaned forward, pulling a small key out of his pocket and offering it to me. “There’s a back room where you’ll find the bathrooms. The door between them is locked. Here’s the key, it leads to my room where fantasies are realized. Do you understand now?”
“Oh, I don’t think…” I wanted to back away, but I was stuck where I sat.
“Hmm, what’s this?” asked a familiar voice coming around to my side.
I couldn’t help smiling the moment I realized that it was Dustin. Without realizing it fully, I gasped, “Dustin!” louder than I should have.
“Why, hello there. You’re a fine specimen yourself, so I’d be more than happy to invite you as well.”
Dustin paused for a moment, studying the man before us. After a few moments, he held out his hand saying, “Ah, yes. A private room, am I right?”
“You would be correct, sir.”
“I was wondering who’d rented it out tonight… And you want Bianca to join?”
“The more, the merrier, after all, sir.”
Dustin nodded slowly and took the key from the man’s hand and then turned to me. “What are we waiting for? They’re probably in the thick of it right now as we speak!”
His enthusiasm baffled me. “Dustin…” I started to say, looking away from him. “I can’t do this.”
“Are you kidding me? Of course, you can! You’ve got vigor and stand out in a sea of people. Can’t you see? It’s a great send off for your last few days in New York. This is for your last party, so you might as well make the best of it and enjoy yourself, right?”
That is tempting… “Hmm…. I don’t know…” I slowly turned to face him again. “You’re going to be coming with me, right?”
“Certainly.”
“Then… I suppose I could try it…”
“Just follow me. Headed back now. Got enough people and all,” the man said.
Fluttering heart and shaking palms aside, I followed the man with Dustin to the backroom, curious as to what awaited me inside.
Bianca
I didn’t know what to expect. Time slowed, but my heart sped up. My mind could hardly keep up with everything that was happening around me. It was as if I was lost in a hazy dream that I couldn’t control. I was watching myself through my own eyes, but the second I thought to look somewhere or do something my body refused to obey.
This is really happening right now… I thought to myself, my eyes jumping from group to group of masked guests. This can’t be happening right now. Everything happened all at once. They were in small clumps of two or three people scattered all throughout the spacious room.
At the center, there was a rig to hold up people bound by rope. A blonde girl that had to be around my age was strung up so tightly she could barely move. Her pink was exposed—only brighter because of the two men taking turns slapping her sex repeatedly. I could hear the smacks from where I was sitting, which was a considerable distance away.
Everyone wore masks, but the real oddity were the things they wore as accessories. I’d never seen anyone wear anything like them before. Whether it be leather studded cock rings, chains, or collars they were far from ashamed of showing their true colors here. The ultimate expression of sexuality in such an unabashed manner sent shivers down my spine. It was almost like I was dizzy, but the shock kept me from feeling it.
My eyes drifted over to one of the other scenes happening around the central rig. This time it was with the man who’d led me here and two other women. They were tending to his every whim and desire with more enthusiasm and eagerness than I’d seen in any woman before. It was almost entertaining in a way to watch them clamor over each other for his attention.
Looking from the outside, he disregarded one purposefully to spite the other into doing something even viler for him. “Open your mouth,” I heard him distinctly say. My curiosity lasted briefly as he spat into the open mouth of the red headed girl that’d obeyed him.
At first, I recoiled in disgust. That pig! I thought to myself. However, I couldn’t bring myself to look away from it. I squirmed in my seat, continuing to watch for a little while longer as he arranged the girls into a position around him. One of the girls sat behind him, tied to a chair
, while the other bent over in front of him.
What could he possibly…? I wondered to myself, slightly afraid of what was to come next. Without a command, the girl from behind plunged her face between his cheeks and at this instance, I forced myself to look away. I bit down on my bottom lip, looking for somewhere else to keep my attention desperately.
When I’d found another scene, it looked a little milder than the others. It was simple: a man and a woman sharing a bed together. All right. Maybe this can be something I can enjoy… The hope didn’t last long as the two quickly undressed to reveal what they were wearing underneath.
Contrary to the other scenes it was the man who wore the collar and allowed his female partner to command him. She wore a tight corset and the innocent expression on her face quickly changed into a much fiercer scowl. The authority she demanded was as authentic as the way she presented herself.
Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea… I squirmed in my seat uneasily, doubts starting to seep in from every corner of my mind. As I adjusted and rearranged my position, I could feel the signs of my growing slickness between my thighs. Every slight movement only made it more prevalent. I feared standing because I knew I’d feel my wetness start to drip.
It drew me in deeper. The feeling only deepened. What could the feeling be? It had a stronger pull than normal lust. The lust I felt for Dustin or the other men I’d come across in Brazil. In the wake of the erotic room where fantasies were realized, I came to realize my own.
An intangible connection to the side of sexuality I’d never dared to explore. It caressed by psyche—teased it—made me want it more and more. To know what was forbidden, what others might think wasn’t “normal.” The night was almost too similar to a dream with the way it made me feel. I could do anything here.
But what I wanted to do more than anything wasn’t the conventional sex I thought I craved. I turned away from everyone, but I could still hear them, feel them. It was as if they were a part of me now. I was a new person because of them.
I was a person that craved the darkness of the lust. I wanted to be as desired as they were. I wanted to feel like them. To feel like they belonged here in this dark world.
The world of taboo.
“Bianca,” Dustin called to me, helping me out of my slightly dazed state. “Are you all right?” he asked in a soft tone that practically melted in my ears.
I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t think of the words to say. My mouth watered and I could feel my tongue lashing out at my teeth, but I didn’t feel like speaking. “Mm-hmm…” I hummed to him, nodding.
“You look a little…” His eyes dipped down as he spoke but slowly made their way back up to connect with mine again. “Flustered.”
“Mmm…” I hummed, unsure of how to respond. I wanted to deny it, but at the same time, I knew that I couldn’t. He’d see right through me no matter what I did. There was a part of me, however, that seemingly yearned for the exposure. After all this time, I felt myself growing weaker to Dustin and his hold.
He bore into me with his icy blue stare. Unlike the other times he looked at me, the way I could hold myself just out of his reach, I could feel myself slowly slipping. Before I’d realized it, he was parting my legs one from the other.
Dustin earned a subtle shiver as he placed one of his warm, heavy hands on my thigh. I only thought to pull away from him a little. It was a meager effort as he easily slid his hand down lower, his fingertips teasing along my inner thigh. A quiet gasp escaped through my open mouth as the side of his hand brushed past my skirt’s exposed underside.
“You know… We could go somewhere a little more private if you’d prefer,” he whispered into my ear, his lips just barely grazing past. My eyes shot open, but I couldn’t see anyone else in the room anymore. They were all blurred out.
The only man in the room was Dustin.
No longer did I feel the others or hear them. Dustin’s smooth voice and hands pulled me away from all of them. I didn’t need to think about my decision. I knew what I wanted at this moment more than anything.
“I want you,” I said without a second thought, looking into his eyes.
A more sensible part of me knew it was wrong. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this, but I wouldn’t let it stop me. It was one of my last nights in Brazil. I should have fun.
The two of us basked in the desire in each other’s eyes. Dustin held my chin at a tilt. There didn’t need to be any words exchanged between us as we got up—we already knew what the other wanted.
We wandered through the party guests. No one paid any mind to us as I followed Dustin to the back, my hand in his. He showed me the way to a new room. A room hidden away from all the other guests. I didn’t dwell on how he knew where it was or who’d shown it to him first. None of that mattered to me. All that mattered was that now we’d found each other here and I never wanted to let him out.
Unlike the room we were once in, there wasn’t an overexpression of sexuality packed into every corner. I could breathe in this room—enjoy myself. There wouldn’t be pressure from the other guests here, and since the room was far from everyone else, I wouldn’t be able to hear them, and they couldn’t hear me. I smiled a little, realizing that they were almost the perfect conditions.
Candles on small stands and atop the tables brought warmth into the room. It was far more welcoming than the cold chains and ropes that were in the previous play room. A massive king-sized bed with black sheets sat in the center of the room. I wasn’t sure if it was a decoration at first, but rings and slots were carved into the bedposts. A glance was enough to make my heart skip a beat once I realized what they might be used for.
My mind raced with the possibilities as Dustin led me to the bedside. He sat me down gently, a comforting look in his eyes as he brought me closer. Dustin, how do you make me feel like this…? I wondered, knowing the question would never be answered.
Lidded eyes fluttered moments before his lips touched mine and as I leaned back, he pressed forward. His hands kept me in place—slipping under my clothes to tease what lay beneath. The dreamlike state I was in came back fully, my entire body melting under Dustin’s every touch. He didn’t even have to try.
I was already becoming his.
Dustin… A lustful heat enveloped me as Dustin’s hands explored me. They knew no boundaries, softly caressing my sides one moment and then swiftly gliding over to my tender breasts the next. I gasped, but Dustin muffled it, his tongue taking it as an invitation into my mouth. As our tongues danced together, a moan would tumble out of my mouth into his.
I must be dreaming…
He broke the kiss to say, “That’s it, babe… Just relax…” The twisted emotions inside of me all came out at his gentle tone. My entire body shivered under his touch, wriggling beneath him as he kissed the side of my neck and down my collarbone, slowly going down lower. Each kiss was softer than the last, leaving me with a teasing, hot sting that didn’t last long enough.
I couldn’t help but let out a sound of pleasure at the loving samples of his affection. I’d never had someone be with me like this. I’d always suppressed my urges, and kept my distance. I’d never let a man touch me the way he did. Dustin managed to break past my restraint and scale all of my walls. God, yes…! I thought as he pulled my blouse up and over my head. I laid back on the pillow, taking in a deep breath only to release it in a sharp gasp.
“Sing for me, baby… I want to hear you…” he growled as he reached my mid-section. I reached down to him, yearning to see the face I could just barely make out in the candle-lit room. From the corner of my eye, I caught him grin a little. This is really happening…
It didn’t matter what we were anymore. It didn’t matter that we were “lawyer” and client and that I knew I had to keep things professional. It didn’t matter that I was a virgin and he was obviously so experienced. Things just felt too good. Right and wrong at the same time. I didn’t even know it was possible before tonight.
The instant h
e touched me there, I never wanted him to stop. He pulled my legs apart roughly, his head lost between my thighs. A soft kiss to my inner thigh coupled with a light lick up the outside of my panties had me quivering. Shallow breathes were all I could manage as he looked up at me from my thighs, a smirk wedged in the corner of his face.
Fuck, don’t look at me like that, Dustin… I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at me. Instead of unsettling me, it only made me want him more, my lower half rising up to grind my concealed sex against his chin, my hands keeping the skirt’s ruffle from getting in the way.
I pressed my head back against the pillow, biting down on my lip as he lapped at me a little harder. His moist, wet tongue greedily poked at the sides of my panties to get to my exposed sex, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. “Ahh… Mmm…” I hummed contently, my hand resting on his shoulder, nails digging into his suit.
“I think you’re ready…” Dustin said as he got onto his knees. He hastily undid his belt and threw it to the side, pulling his pants down. I could barely see what looked to be a bulge in the dim lighting. The idea that I’d gotten him hard sent a shiver up my spine, pulses taking my sex as I watched him undress.
In seconds, he was down to nothing but his now ill-fitting boxers. Every movement allowed me to see his toned body clearer. He had to work out more than the average man back in New York. Built like a stallion, strong yet lean. I couldn’t take my eyes off him and without realizing it, I’d been rubbing myself with a finger, gently prodding around my clit.
“I like the way you think,” Dustin said, his eyes suddenly locked onto my movements. Before I could ask him what he meant, he grasped my hips and pulled me up to him. The rush caught me by surprise, my legs kicking outward. I put my hands out to slow myself, but in the confusion, I’d accidentally groped Dustin’s bulge.
Should I…? Oh. Oh, my God… My initial concerns melted away as soon as my fingers sized up his length. The tip of his cock was just barely held behind a button closing the boxers’ slit. Do I dare? Impatience got the better of me, and I ripped the button off, freeing his stiff cock from his boxers.