Passion in Restraints

by Diane Thorne

  Tingles of longing stirred within her. Moisture seeped from her apex while her nipples pebbled. He wanted her and that excited her.

  Biting her lip, she walked to the bed and set her dress down.

  “I think you’ll find my undergarments sexy. The colours are appealing and the styles tend to show a fair amount of flesh.”

  “Tease.”

  A chuckle slipped from her. “You’ll see my sexy attire, if you play nice.”

  “I always play nice. I can’t wait to play with you.”

  “Good to know. I will see you soon, and I’m looking forward to playtime.”

  “Mm… I am too.”

  The line went silent. She reached for the dress and dropped the phone on the mattress. After she removed the outfit from the hanger, she donned the garment. As it slid down her body, she headed to the vanity near the bathroom. Gazing at her reflection, she couldn’t help but notice the spark in her eyes. It was from him. The man had lit a fire within her. She wanted to see him again, see his naked flesh and enjoy the feel of it. Okay, she craved more. A lot more.

  She smoothed her hands over her hips, straightening the dress, and tried to focus on the here and now instead of the hot and heavy later. The man had aroused her—such a wicked man with lusty thoughts and a rock hard cock. She’d punish him later for making her wet and horny.

  Staring into the mirror, she dabbed lipstick on her lips and a light touch of makeup. After she finished, she combed her hair one last time. A final check revealed she was ready to go. She slipped on a pair of three-inch black stilettos, grabbed her phone and purse, then left her hotel room.

  * * * *

  Ten minutes later, Gwen stepped out of a cab. Groups of men and women were walking towards the Red Light District. Music and the sound of chatter hummed in her ears. After she paid the driver, she joined in the crowd.

  During the drive, Gwen had studied the card Mark had given her. She’d entered the address on an application on her phone and memorised the directions to get to the club. From the map she’d studied, she estimated she had a six-block walk from her drop-off point.

  She rounded the corner of a building with the mass and the volume of the music grew louder. The district looked different at night with the glowing red lights and swaying bodies in the windows of buildings. Scantily clad women swayed their hips and taunted those watching. Gwen passed around the onlookers.

  A high level of excitement carried in the night, encouraged by the fast thumping tune and the appeal of sex in plain sight. Men laughed and smiled. The scent of marijuana was strong, especially after she strode by a shop selling the drug. Gwen’s enthusiasm increased too as she drew closer to her destination. The bar with a large neon sign several feet away was the same one she’d seen on the map she’d examined during her cab ride. Past it, the directions she’d read instructed her to turn left. But from where she was, the buildings appeared to be next to each other.

  A sliver of doubt crept into her mind. Maybe she’d read the map wrong and needed to walk another block. She slowed her pace. As she walked by the establishment, she spotted a small alley. A couple who’d approached from the opposite direction turned and proceeded down the passageway.

  Gwen paused and stared at the man and woman striding side by side down the dark narrow path. A short dress clung tightly to the female’s body and she wore high heels. Her partner had a broad frame and short hair. Gwen bit her lip as she debated what to do. Should she follow the duo into the dimly lit alley? The idea of venturing into dark and secluded areas of the district gave her an unsettled feeling. But the map she’d read had indicated that the club was a block ahead and this was her way to it. With a deep breath, she tossed her fear aside and put one foot in front of the other. She had a date with a hottie and she planned to keep it.

  Her heartbeat quickened as she walked along the bricked passage. She passed by doors with small signs displaying numbers or the name of the business. Music thrummed from the buildings. The glow from the red lights helped her to stay on course and allowed her to watch the couple farther ahead. When they slowed, so did Gwen. Then the duo stopped in front of a door and the man knocked on it.

  Gripping the handle of her small purse, Gwen continued towards the duo. The door opened and the fast tune from within flowed outside. He appeared to be facing someone, but Gwen couldn’t see anyone else. Seconds later, he disappeared with the woman into the building.

  Gwen’s anxiety rose. Moreover, she was curious to find the club and get the hell out of the alley. She had to be close. As she came upon the door, Gwen eyed the sign. To her surprise, it had the name of the club she was looking for.

  Heart pounding, she took a deep breath. She swallowed and approached the black door. She tapped it three times with her knuckles.

  In a matter of seconds, the music rushed towards her and a large bald man appeared. He had an average build and wore only black. He looked like a regular guy except tattoos covered his arms and peeked above his T-shirt.

  “Hi, I’m here to see Mark Bongard. My name is Gwen Stratten.”

  He stepped aside and opened the door wider. Smiling, he gestured for her to enter while he held a cell phone in his other hand.

  Gwen entered the building and came to a halt in a red painted hallway. The floor vibrated slightly from the thumping music. She looked around as the man closed the door. Two feet from the guard, a tall staircase led up. A beer bottle sat on one of the steps. On her right, a long iron railing protected her from falling down a flight of stairs. At the end of the hall, she spotted another exit.

  “Bar.”

  Gwen turned to the man in black with the phone. He held his arm up and pointed towards the end of the hall. “Bar.”

  His English wasn’t clear, but Gwen understood enough and headed for the door. She wasn’t sure if she should knock or proceed inside. When she reached the exit, she twisted the knob. It turned and she pushed forward.

  The loud tune filled her ears as she entered a dark club with a bar directly ahead. Men and women were gathered in groups, drinking and chatting, while a mass of bodies danced farther away. Gwen circled around people and walked towards the bar. She had no idea how to find Mark and her nerves made her jumpy. A drink would certainly help to calm her anxiety.

  She found an empty stool and set her purse on the counter. Four male bartenders tended to customers’ requests. Gwen sat patiently until one server finally headed her way.

  He placed a napkin on the bar and spoke in Dutch. She assumed he was asking for her order.

  “Orange juice and vodka please,” she said, hoping he understood English. He gave a single nod and started to prepare her drink.

  Gwen tapped her foot in beat to the music and glanced at the bodies swaying and bumping together. The club wasn’t what she’d thought it would be like. In fact, it appeared to be a normal dance venue.

  The bartender placed a glass on the napkin. “Six euros.”

  Gwen reached for her bag and dug inside.

  “It’s on me.”

  Recognising the voice, she looked to her left. A smile instantly formed on her face. “You found me.”

  She scanned his delicious body. The black T-shirt he wore fit snugly and emphasised every muscle in his arms and chest. Tight black trousers covered his lower half. She couldn’t see in the low lighting if he sported an erection or not, but she looked at his groin for a few seconds longer to try to find the answer.

  “Stan informed me he sent you to the bar.” Mark’s gaze slid to her chest, then lower.

  “Stan’s the doorman,” she said.

  “Yes. I told him to expect you after we spoke earlier.” He lifted his arm, signalling for a bartender.

  At the same time, Gwen took a sip of her drink. “I have to admit, this club isn’t what I thought it would be like. Your card is misleading.”

  “This is only part of the club. The entertainment is in other places.”

  “Other places?” She cocked an eyebrow.

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sp; “Well, you wouldn’t want to walk in on a woman getting whipped or fucked by multiple men. Would you?”

  She widened her eyes and her pulse jumped. Although she’d seen enough porn over the years, she couldn’t imagine walking in on people having sex. And she couldn’t fathom seeing a real-life whipping session. The fact that such activities were going on unsettled her, yet she understood some people got their thrills from the rougher, naughtier side of sex—to each their own.

  While Gwen downed more of her liquor, the bartender arrived and Mark placed his order.

  “You look lovely in that dress. I wonder what’s underneath it.” Mark said, while the server filled his drink request.

  Gwen set her nearly empty glass on the countertop. “Well, the answer may come later.”

  “May?”

  The bartender set a beer bottle on a napkin next to Mark’s hand.

  “Well, I seem to recall a discussion about punishment.” She gave him a crooked grin.

  “Ah, I see.” He lifted the bottle and pressed it to his lips.

  “That was the expectation for this evening. Playtime, as you call it.” She finished her drink.

  He set his beer glass on the bar. “And you want to play.”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to.”

  He leant forward as if he were going to kiss her. “Eager to punish me.” His gaze dropped to her lips.

  She warmed from his closeness and her pussy wept. “It does excite a woman.”

  He pecked her cheek, then moved to her ear. “You excite me. I’m as hard as stone right now.”

  Desire surged through her, sensitizing the parts that hungered for him. As he finished his beer, she looked at his groin, hoping to view a massive bulge. The dark lighting and attire he wore made it impossible for her to see if he were telling the truth.

  He set his bottle on the countertop. “Would you like a tour before we begin?”

  “A tour of…?” She swallowed.

  He placed his hand over hers. “You may see something you like and want to try.” The mischievous smile aroused her.

  She couldn’t deny she was curious to see the inner workings of a sex club. But would parts of it deter her? What if she saw something that spoilt her mood?

  He gently squeezed her hand. “Trust me, everything is consensual. What you will see is people fulfilling their desires in different ways. That’s all.”

  Put like that, BDSM didn’t sound so bad. Could seeing others fuck before her eyes change her mood? She doubted it. Would witnessing acts of raw passion discourage her from sex? She didn’t think so, but she had one way to find out.

  She took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, show me around.”

  He grasped her hand and stepped back. Excitement pulsed within Gwen in rhythm with the thumping music as she grabbed her purse and followed him through the club. They left and entered the red hallway. Together, they descended the stairs.

  “Am I to believe there is some kinky activity going on in the basement?” she asked, her shoes clacking on each step.

  “You can find it upstairs and downstairs. It depends on your flavour.”

  They reached the end of the staircase and proceeded towards the one and only door.

  “I’m a vanilla kind of girl. Will that be a problem?”

  He stopped and faced her. “Vanilla with some flavouring, perhaps.”

  She shrugged. “Nothing too extreme.”

  He lifted her hand and kissed it. “All flavours are welcome.”

  He turned and knocked on the door. Two seconds later, it opened and a man appeared with a mask covering his entire head. Dressed in coordination with the others, he wore only black clothes. Mark spoke in Dutch to him as they passed by.

  When the masked guard shut the door, the music faded to a low hum and distant beat. Mark led her down a dark hall where lighting trickled in from windows on either side. Black curtains hung in place of doors. A woman’s cries of passion leaked from somewhere nearby.

  Gwen moved slowly, clutching Mark’s hand as she approached the first window. As if he sensed her hesitation, he let go of her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

  “One-way mirrors. They can’t see us,” he said softly. He pulled her close and escorted her to the first viewing spot.

  Gwen widened her eyes when she saw the naked trio on the other side of the wall. A woman wearing a mask over her eyes was sucking a man’s dick. The second man held a flogger and swung it in the air as he watched the lovers. His rigid member stuck out and it was big.

  Mark kissed the side of her head. “See, nothing horrible here.” He tugged her to the next showcase.

  Gwen couldn’t believe her eyes at the scene she found. A blonde-haired woman with her eyes covered clung to the restraints holding her arms above her head. She wore a harness around her large breasts, which made them seem bigger. Clamps were hooked onto her nipples. A bar between her ankles kept her legs apart. A man stood behind her and smacked her ass with some kind of paddle. The female cried out, but it wasn’t a painful sound. He thrust the paddle and hit her buttocks again. Her plea spilled into the hall. He slipped his hand between her legs and from the ecstasy on her face, it appeared she was ready to climax.

  Heat stirred below Gwen’s navel as she watched the man finger fuck his partner. The sexual tension appeared intense from their rosy faces. The woman looked ready to burst and it appeared from the dude’s stiff purplish erection that he was too. He removed one of the clamps and took to sucking on the female’s pointy bud. She bit her lip and Gwen chewed on hers too. It was as if Gwen understood the stranger’s need. Could Gwen endure such passion-filled treatment and find it equally satisfying? She started to wonder.

  “Getting ideas?” Mark asked.

  Gwen swallowed and turned away from the couple in the room. “Maybe.” Her cheeks warmed.

  He kissed her temple. “A little flavouring never hurts, but each person has their limits.”

  She nodded. “I suppose it wouldn’t be so bad to be tied up and spanked. I could probably handle that.”

  “Would you like to try it sometime?” he asked with a slight tilt to his head.

  “Another time, perhaps.”

  “Of course. This is your night.” He gestured towards the end of the hall, “Shall we see what other activities are going on?”

  Gwen continued to the next window, then to another. Both revealed similar scenes with men controlling women or fucking them. Mark took her around the corner where there were more windows. A crack sounded and Gwen cringed inwardly. Yet she kept walking and looking. She heard another snap and found the source at the following window. A thin female held a flogger as she stood next to a kneeling man. His wrists were bound behind him and he wore no clothes. Red welts on his ass indicated where she’d left her mark.

  Mark’s hand lowered to Gwen’s ass and he patted it. “You might learn something from this one.”

  Staring at the man, she moved her head from side to side, trying to get a better view of the front of him. The abrasions on his flesh looked painful, but his control made her suspect otherwise. “I can’t see if he’s responding well to his punishment.”

  “Trust me, he is.”

  Her curiosity rose with her eyebrow. “Oh, really?”

  He turned her to face him and brought her body to his. She felt the stiffness in his pants instantly.

  He held her face in his hands. “Care to find out how this man responds to discipline?”

  The feel of his body, his hard length, and his warm hands made her pool between her thighs. She craved him as if she’d gone years without sex and was starving now. What was wrong with her? How could she long for him so much? Did the kinky play inspire her to want to join in similar fun with him? Whatever the reason, she needed a sex fix and she had to have it from him. Now.

  She licked her lips. “I’m ready to deliver your punishment.”

  Chapter Four

  Gwen’s zeal had lessened by the time she reached
the third floor of the building. The stairs from the basement in addition to the three flights had left her a little winded. Mark kept glancing at her and making polite conversation. He offered to carry her at one point, but she declined. If she’d known he planned to take her up to the top level, she would’ve agreed to relax in his arms.

  “Do you bring your clients up here all the time?” she asked as she walked next to him down a narrow hall.

  Mark withdrew a key from his back pocket. “My regular clients will come up here with me, but most of the time I’m in the basement.”

  He turned the corner and continued until he reached the first door.

  “You have regulars?” she asked, coming to a halt behind him.

  He turned the key and a click sounded within. “Sex pays very well here. That’s why it’s important for me to stay healthy and in shape. Clients are willing to return if they like the product.” Grinning, he twisted the handle and pushed open the door.

  Gwen followed him inside. He flipped the light on and Gwen came to a quick halt. Her jaw dropped as she gazed at the oversized four-poster bed with a plethora of pillows. A cushioned bench sat at the end. Two armoires stood along the side wall with a narrow desk separating them. A laptop lay on top of the workstation.

  “Would you like something to drink?” he asked.

  Gwen took a step to the side and noticed a small refrigerator under the television stand. A long flat-screen TV faced the bed. The set-up reminded her of many hotels, except the cooler was much bigger.

  “Not right now.” She scanned the room again. “This is nice. Much better than the hotels I’ve stayed in so far.”

  He chuckled. “It’s supposed to make clients feel comfortable.”

  “Mission accomplished.”

  “I have toys, restraints, whips, floggers, and other goodies in the cabinets for you to use.” He pointed to the armoires.

  She nodded. “Good to know.” She briefly considered a toy to play with, but what she wanted more than anything was to have hot sex with him.

  He moved closer to her until he was inches away. “There’s a private bathroom if you need to freshen up.” He grazed the tips of his fingers down her arms. “And if you’d like to relax in a hot bath, I can prepare it for you in the garden tub. I’m yours tonight. I can take care of your every need.”