Exhale and Move On

by K. L. Shandwick

  “For a stud like you? Always. Looking forward to seeing you again,” Darcy drawled in a smooth deep rich tone.

  “You remember Jed? He’ll be with me as usual. We’ll be there around ten.” Without waiting for him to reply I closed the call and stuffed my cell into my pocket. My mood instantly perked up at the thought of losing myself in some stranger’s body without the emotional baggage I’d been carrying for the previous two days.

  Darcy was a French-Canadian guy, a very hot and handsome guy, and the owner of Silked Masque; a sex club I’d been to many times in the past. It had been almost eight years since I’d frequented the club… the last time was right before I slept with Jody.

  Around forty minutes after Jed called, Fredrick arrived and was so excited about dressing me he almost creamed his pants. Fussing around me, he matched colors and shit as I tried to be tolerant, but the dude brought out the worst in me.

  Eventually he persuaded me to get into a pair of black slim-fitting pants, a black button-down shirt and a black suit jacket. I’d never dressed all in black before, but I had to admit I rocked the ensemble.

  “What happened to getting the guys together?” Jed asked raising his eyebrow when I told him our final plans.

  “Fuck, I forgot. Tell them I’ve changed my mind,” I said gathering up my wallet and a washbag for my aftercare. I preferred to use my own stuff. I became paranoid about using products I’d never used before, since a time I got allergies while on a previous tour.

  Jed placed his hands on his hips and shook his head. “The shit I do for you. Time for a raise, Boss,” he joked as he pulled out his phone to cancel my previous arrangements with the boys. I watched him cringe as one by one my band members tore Jed a new one because I’d changed my mind.

  It took less than an hour to drive to the club. I called Darcy from our SUV as we arrived and drove down the tiny one-track road in the middle of nowhere. The ordinary metal-clad industrial unit with its black steel, external fire escape made the place look like every other agricultural unit in the state.

  Although the main door was to the side, I’d never entered that way. The service delivery entrance around the back was my way into the underground garage and was reserved for VIP’s of high profile status.

  As soon as our car hit the ramp, the roller shutter retracted, and Jed drove the SUV all the way to the elevator entrance. When the lift door opened, I got out and straight into the elevator car. CCTV covered the service area but not the elevator, so my privacy was maintained thanks to Darcy’s clever design.

  The outside of the building was deceiving and where one would expect to go up, there was nothing but a shell above normal lift ceiling height on the inside. The lift was marked floors zero, minus one and minus two. Pressing the button for the lowest floor, the doors closed leaving Jed behind in the SUV to park up.

  Darcy was waiting to greet me when the elevator doors quietly opened. The luxurious black and red velvet drapes leading to the room were the first thing I noticed besides him. Stepping forward, he pulled me in for a hug. He was another guy who had always been warm and genuine. Then again it was his job to be an attentive host, but I could vouch for how seriously he took the privacy of his clients.

  “Damn, Mr. Fars, time has been most kind to you. I find it almost impossible to say but you get even better looking with age,” he said, eyeing me carefully. “I’m extremely jealous of your fabulous physique,” he said flirtatiously as he grabbed my biceps, squeezed them through my jacket, and smoothed his hands over my arms.

  Recollecting how tactile he’d been in the past, I never read anything into his touchy feeling approach, putting his greeting down to his French culture. Then he gripped me tightly by my upper arms and pulled me into a hug. I almost sagged into him, like I had done with Lennon, because I missed Jody and the strength of his male embrace.

  Stepping back to look at him I smiled warmly, but I knew Darcy was a real flirt and in fact it was quite flattering to have such a handsome guy pay me a compliment like that. I used to give him shit all the time about being a dog because he had no type, no preference for men or women, and an open relationship with his significant other. The thing was, he was such a charismatic dude that no one appeared offended by his behavior.

  Playing catch up, he enquired about Cobham Street, then told me his news about the club. Within a few of minutes I became distracted and tuned out from his information and into the smooth low timbre of his sexy-as-hell accent, instead.

  Darcy could have been telling me the weather forecast and it would have mesmerized me. I began to focus on his mouth with his luscious full lips and became mesmerized by how his tongue flicked back and forth, wetting them.

  My frustrated gay fantasies took over and imagined us in one of his playrooms with his mouth wrapped tightly around my dick. I shook my head and tried to concentrate on what he was saying but I was a little distracted by my full mast dick as it strained against the zipper of my new pants.

  I’d never had a problem voicing my thoughts when I figured a man was good looking because I guess I was confident and comfortable in my own skin—although I’d never been into dudes apart from Jody. Yet I now struggled with these new sexual feelings and how attracted I was to Darcy.

  I put it down to an overactive rebound imagination because it was early days after the break-up with Jody. Once I’d told myself that, I could justify all the horny, pent-up feelings I had and excuse the sexual tension I imagined flowing between us.

  “So, Monsieur Rick, what is your pleasure this evening? Are you voyeur or participant?” he enquired as he gave me a sexy smirk and raised an eyebrow. My dick twitched in my pants and began to ache. I cupped my hand loosely in front of me to hide my growing erection.

  If I hadn’t known him for as long as I had I’d have said he was hitting on me, but maybe it was just that my ‘gaydar’ had gone haywire and my imagination was clued into anything that could be construed as ambiguous.

  “Oh, I’m not here as a spectator, I need to get laid. I’ve got so much tension I feel like I’ll go blind and sprain both wrists if I don’t find a body to lose myself in.”

  The risk of someone taking pictures, even in a place like Silked Masque were huge, and I didn’t get off on other dudes watching my performance. What I did at my own place or in a hotel room could be controlled but not in an environment like this where the responsibility for my confidentiality was left to another.

  Darcy nodded sharply and his assistant, a younger guy dressed in an immaculate black suit, stepped forward. He was groomed to perfection and had one of those faces men had to find fault with because he was so fucking hot.

  “Pierre, please ensure our very special guest has everything he needs this evening. If you’ll excuse me, Rick, I have a little something to attend to.”

  Pierre gave Darcy a tight smile and nodded sharply, “Good evening, Monsieur Rick; what is your pleasure?” I shared some of what I was into and after changing my mind several times I thought I’d figure it out as I went along.

  Chapter Six

  Slow Torture

  “You know what? Fuck it. I’ll go with whatever takes my eye… I’m just gonna go with the flow and see where it leads me.”

  “Ah, an adventurer,” Pierre stated and appeared to relax with my response.

  “Maybe I should take you to see the master,” he said almost to himself.

  I stared pointedly into his eyes for him to enlighten me because what he thought I’d see in a big butch BDSM Dom I had no idea. Without waiting for my reply, he spun on his heel and walked away from me. I followed slowly behind, down the low-lit corridor until we reached an open door to my left. I stopped for a few seconds to take in what I saw inside.

  There was a mass masturbation session in progress with both men and women of all shapes and sizes who were either sitting on chairs or lying naked—but all of them were observing one another as they tossed off.

  Most people would have been freaked out by fifty others in one
room in various states of undress, all trying to come, but I never batted an eyelid. When you got to my time of life with all the sexual experiences I’d had, it was just like watching the road crew on a normal night off after a couple of beers.

  Passing another room, a middle-aged woman sat in a sex swing while a guy who was probably barely twenty-one rocked in and out of her. She squealed like a pig so that everyone in the whole place heard when she came. The erotic sound raised my libido in a few heartbeats even though I hadn’t found either of the people particularly attractive. I guess the scene was still sexy.

  A new playroom had been designed since the last time I’d been there, and it caught my attention. A dimly lit room held around twenty people dotted around inside.

  There was a crimson red spotlight in the center of the ceiling that shone down on a flat, shiny steel structure with a thick metal post at each corner. I stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed who had everyone’s attention.

  Darcy stood in an imposing stance, focused on a flaxen-haired, statuesque female. She was obviously the “little something he had to take care of.” Alluring in her naked form, she had a very curvy, toned body. No wonder Darcy couldn’t wait to get back to work.

  The couple stood eye-to-eye, but neither touched the other, nor did they move. My gaze was fixed on them because together they were simply stunning. Elegant and refined, almost aristocratic in appearance, they made a stark change from the people that usually filled my days.

  The atmosphere in the room was electrifying as around twenty of us patrons charged the air with anticipation, each one of us objectifying their display for our pleasure.

  My desire to fuck someone became increasingly urgent. It had been a long time since I’d felt the physical need long before anything sexually explicit had happened. I slid my hand down in front of me and squeezed my stiff dick through my pants to ease the ache which had taken hold. I preferred my women with meat on their bones and this one could easily have been a plus-sized model, all fit and toned and scrumptiously fuckable.

  My mouth watered at the sight of her and my hands itched to sink my fingers into that perfectly round plump ass of hers.

  From the trust in her eyes I could tell Darcy was the center of her world. Her master. The Master. I could see from the look he returned that he adored her. Lust grew in his eyes making his eyelids heavier with every second he looked at her, and my dick grew thicker the longer they kept me waiting.

  Mesmerized by the scene, I felt my heartbeat slow to a steady pace as my body tuned into the rhythm of accepted anticipation. Patience settled in me as I fought against my anticipation because I knew the couple’s connection couldn’t be rushed.

  For a moment I wondered what thoughts ran through his mind. Hell, I wanted to do whatever those thoughts were—and probably more—with her… or him, or preferably with both. Once that idea had broken free in mind, my dick twitched again with the pulse of excitement as my fantasy took hold.

  The wearing of a black velvet diamond-studded collar around her neck identified her as Darcy’s submissive, and I’d always thought when a submissive was before her master she knelt on the floor at his feet. My observational thought was quickly dispelled a few moments later when he quietly murmured in a soft tone, “Down.”

  Instantly she dropped down on her knees to the floor and bowed her head with her palms resting flat on the front of her thighs. Her long blonde hair rippled sexily down her back and suddenly she looked ten times more appealing.

  “Up, mon amour,” he instructed in a demanding tone.

  Gracefully, the female silently rose to standing again, but her gaze continued down toward the floor. Darcy walked around her, swept her hair to one side, and drew one fingertip lightly from her neck down to her wrist as he circled to stand in front of her again. I was close enough to see her flawless skin as it erupted in goose bumps—her direct response to his feather-light touch.

  “Look at me,” he commanded, and her head lifted to face his gaze. Darcy leaned forward and inhaled her scent deeply and took one step back. Taking her by the shoulders he turned her to face the metal bed beside her.

  “Spread your legs wider.” Without hesitation, she obeyed his order.

  “Bend over and put your elbows on the cold surface. I want only your nipples and forearms touching the steel beneath you.”

  Again, the girl complied with his demand. It was much sexier watching how someone could give themselves up like this rather than what I had been used to with the women climbing all over me.

  From where I stood I had a perfect view of her beautiful peachy ass and her shaven pussy from behind. Darcy smiled his approval. She couldn’t see it, but I was in no doubt she could hear the smile in his voice. “Good girl, you are making your master very pleased,” he praised her as he wandered over to the softly lit glass cabinets on the back wall.

  Pulling out a small black paddle he wandered over and offered it to me. “Be my guest,” he said without an ounce of humor in his voice. My eyes darted around the others in the room, aware they were watching me, and Darcy immediately sensed my discomfort.

  “Monsieur, I assure you not one of these people would ever admit to being here, never mind disclose witnessing such an erotic scene.” As soon as his words were out my eyes darted back to the girl waiting patiently for her master’s pleasure.

  The sight of her beautiful round ass was a delicious temptation, and I was so fucking horny by that point I think he’d have had to use his ropes to stop me once I had that paddle in my hands.

  “Feel her beautiful silk skin, Monsieur. It is perfect, no?”

  My left hand trailed from her left shoulder all the way down and over the swell of her perfect left globe and couldn’t resist sinking my fingers deeper into her flesh when I squeezed it firmly.

  I glanced from her rear end to Darcy and he gave me a wicked smile, wandered over beside me, and without warning smacked her hard on the ass. It rippled deliciously, and he grabbed one cheek in each hand and wobbled them. “Janine loves to be spanked, don’t you Mon Chéri?”

  In a seductive, lust laced voice she softly answered, “Oui.”

  My dick stirred in excitement and I drew back the paddle then took a light swing and whacked her once at the center of an ass cheek. The vibration rippled through her again and I took pleasure from the red paddle mark staining her creamy skin. The submissive never made a sound and remained in position.

  I held back on an urge to bite her ass though I desperately wanted to. Instead I rubbed it tenderly to take the sting away.

  Darcy came up behind me his mouth close into my ear, his voice barely a whisper. “You want more, Monsieur Rick, we have a private party? You, me, and Janine, yes?” His breath sent a light shiver down my spine and pre-cum seeped from my dick.

  “Fuck, yeah,” I said breathily and almost sighed like a chick because his voice was so fucking hot.

  Darcy clapped his hands in command. “You all leave now. This is not a public display. The rest of the club is for your viewing pleasure. Please, champagne is available in the main bar room when you wish to have refreshments, now go.” he said in an urgent tone.

  Although I’d left Jed in the parking lot, he was never too far away and ensured the last person was clear of the door before Darcy closed it. Jed would guard in front of it. Not once during the commotion of them leaving did Darcy look at Janine nor did she attempt to change her position. It was as if Darcy had forgotten she was even there.

  As sex sessions went this one was laced with intent. Darcy’s hand slid up and he loosened his tie, glanced at Janine’s ass, and looked to me with a wicked smile playing on his lips. He tugged roughly at the tie and pulled it through his collar.

  “You, me, and Janine. Yes? Hard limits?”

  “I don’t do male to male anal,” I lied.

  “Nonsense, Monsieur Rick, for me… you will do it, and you will bottom. Maybe not today, but accept that as fact and it will come easier to you.”

  Before
I could answer he asked more questions.

  “Male, female, male, yes? Both males to female DP?”

  “Try to stop me.” Crossing swords wasn’t new to me. I’d done spit roast enough times to give lessons.

  “No to anal penetration?”

  “I’d prefer a little two-on-one with your sub if that’s all the same to you,” I said because when it came down to it I wasn’t ready to replace Jody that easily.

  I hesitated, wondering if I should divulge a little of where I was at then decided I wasn’t ready to share that information with him.

  “Yeah, I guess that’s about it.”

  “Does that include digits?”

  “Digits? You mean a finger in my ass? Oh, I don’t mind that, just no dick in there.”

  Darcy smirked like he didn’t believe me, and it made me a little on edge, but not in a threatening way. I turned to look at Janine, who had been bending over the whole time patiently waiting, and my dick was instantly hard again. When I looked up over to Darcy again, he’d peeled his shirt over his shoulders displaying his gorgeous bare muscular pecs.

  My dick began fucking with my head at that point because it twitched just as hard at his half-clad body as it had when I eyed his sub’s neat little pussy.

  I’d been in plenty of ménage situations where two males pleasured a girl. Once a random guy had sucked my dick when I was drunk, but I put that down to the fact we were all high and were probably tripping at the time—so I'd let it go.

  “Shall we, Rick? Darcy asked seductively, his mouth close to my ear. A shiver ran down my spine because I knew he was determined to seduce me. Black suits you—it’s your color, and it accentuates that bad boy image of yours and makes your gorgeous bright eyes pop. Tell me, do you fuck like the alpha you portray, or is everything an act?” he asked in a playful tone.

  I struggled to keep the desire from my voice. “Performing on the world stage I have to be the best… that includes ruining women for all those who come after me.”