Sensation Fantasies 1

by Knight, Kimberly

  And he did.

  “I’m close,” he groaned and reached around and started rubbing my clit. “I woke up still fucking hard from Saturday night.”

  “I can tell.” I smiled.

  His thrusts sped up, and I held onto the side of the mattress still on my side. The bed started to squeak again, but this time, Ward didn’t stop. It was almost time for everyone to get ready for school and work, but it wasn’t likely the kids would be awake. With a few more pushes and flicks on my clit, we both came. Ward stifled his groan in my hair, and me into my pillow.

  “Christ, I’m going to be thinking about your pussy all shift,” Ward admitted while we caught our breath, him still inside me.

  “You can call me tonight if you want,” I suggested.

  I felt him smile against my shoulder blade. “I just might if it’s slow.”

  It was never slow in LA. My husband was a hero, and a lot of people depended on Lieutenant Ward Kelly. I did, and I was happy we had finally found something to spice things up.

  I just hoped it lasted.

  Monday, first thing, Peyton and Lorelei came into my office. “Well?” Lorelei asked.

  I smirked. “Well, what?”

  “We didn’t grill you after the club, but we wanna know,” Lorelei continued.

  My smile widened. “Want to know what?”

  Peyton and Lorelei shared a look, and then Peyton said, “Did it work?”

  “I think so,” I admitted, still smiling.

  “Yes!” Lorelei shouted.

  “Yay!” Peyton exclaimed and clapped excitedly. “So, you wanna join?”

  “Well,” I sighed, “we’re not sure yet. How does it all work?”

  “It depends on what you want,” Peyton explained.

  “I need to get some work done,” Lorelei cut in. “I’ll leave you two to discuss the details. I’m happy you had a good time.”

  “Thanks.” I gave her a warm smile.

  When Lorelei shut the door behind her, Peyton turned back to me and explained that there were five levels: Pearl, Ruby, Emerald, Sapphire, and Diamond. Peyton was Pearl, while Booker was Diamond. Since he had the highest level, Peyton was allowed to do everything as long as she was with him.

  “Pearl just grants you access to Sensation like what you experienced on Saturday,” she continued to explain. “You can get in, engage in the common areas, and drink at the open bar. With Ruby, you can do all that plus there’s a room downstairs that has ten or so mattresses around. I’ve never been down there actually, so I don’t know what it’s like.”

  “Why not?” I questioned. I assumed she would have done it all.

  Pink tinted her cheeks. “Booker has a private room.”

  My mouth hung open. “He does?”

  “I’ll get to that.”

  “Okay, continue.” I smiled and leaned back in my chair.

  “Emerald, you get access to the performance room.”

  “Performance room?”

  “Sensation has hired performers that put on shows.”

  “Why?” I asked. Why would anyone need to put on a show at a sex club? Wasn’t all of it a show in some way?

  “Have you heard of Shibari?”

  My eyebrows furrowed. “Shibari?”

  “It’s a style of rope bondage.”

  I swallowed. “No, I haven’t.”

  “I hadn’t either until Booker took me into the performance room.”

  “I don’t know if I want to be tied up,” I admitted.

  Peyton chuckled. “I didn’t think I would like it either, but when Booker wrapped me in a design that was similar to a corset, I felt”—she looked off to the side briefly and then back at me—“sexy. For some reason, it made me feel more like a woman.”

  “Really?”

  “I can’t really explain it, but yeah.”

  “Is that all they perform?”

  “No.” She shook her head. “They do it all, like creating fantasies.”

  “What do you mean?”

  Peyton thought for a moment. “I guess it’s like Chippendales in a way.”

  “What?” I chuckled. “Chippendales?”

  “Well, not that cheesy, but one time I went to see them in Vegas, and this guy was grinding on a motorcycle. It was fucking hot. So imagine something like that, but with actual sex with a woman, a man, or multiple people.”

  “Okay …” I thought I understood what she meant. “So, each show is different? Like an erotic show?”

  “Yep.”

  “And the next level?”

  “Sapphire. Did you happen to see a guy wearing a mask and sitting in a winged back chair with a woman on a leash at his feet?”

  I blinked. The only person I had seen sitting in a chair and not doing something was Vaughn, but he didn’t have a woman on a leash when I’d seen him—or a mask. “No?”

  “Well, that’s Savior, and he’s the owner.”

  “I take it he’s into BDSM.”

  “He is. And Sapphire members can get lessons from him.”

  I wasn’t sure if Ward and I would be into bondage or discipline or sadism or masochism. Maybe light bondage. I wouldn’t mind being tied to the bed while he pleasured me, but the others … nope. “Okay, and Diamond?”

  “Everything plus a private room upstairs.”

  “With the balconies,” I said more to myself than to Peyton. I was wondering about them when I had seen them.

  “Yes, I suppose most of them have balconies, but I also think there might be a wait-list or something. It’s like your own room in Savior’s house, and no one ever uses it except you.”

  “So, Booker—and you, I guess—have a private room?”

  “We do, and so does Carrie.”

  “But not Randy and Lorelei?”

  Peyton shook her head. “No. Randy is Emerald, I think, and Lorelei is Pearl like me.”

  “So, if Ward and I wanted to join, just one of us would need to upgrade?”

  “Yep.”

  “And how much are we talking?”

  “I’m not sure if the price has gone up, but when I joined, it was two grand. Savior doesn’t have a yearly price increase or anything, and you stay locked in at your signup rate.”

  I grinned at her. “You should be a club promoter or something.”

  Peyton chuckled. “I’m just excited you enjoyed yourself. People frown upon the idea of sex clubs—I know I did at first—but it’s freeing in a way, you know?”

  I smiled. “Yep, I know. I did too.” Ward and I had both come out of our sexual shells, and it had only taken one trip to Sensation. What would more parties uncover? I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my desk. “I’ll need to talk to Ward about the price and levels.”

  “Totally, but you know, you two can come again as our guests for free.”

  “Really?” I beamed.

  “Yep. You’re allowed to come twice as a guest before you make a decision. How about you check out Savior and see if that sparks your fancy?”

  “Sparks my kink?” I snorted my rebuttal.

  Peyton laughed. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

  I beamed. “Okay, I’ll talk to Ward.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Ward

  I couldn’t get Sensation out of my head. I’d never experienced something like that in my entire life—obviously. Of course, I knew I would be turned on. What red-blooded male wouldn’t have been?

  I had to admit I was curious about what was behind the secret doors we weren’t allowed to go in. Were there sex dungeons of people tied up to St. Andrew’s Crosses? Floggers? Crops? Were there playrooms where you could live out your schoolgirl fantasies and fuck a student? Or was it more of the same that was on level one?

  Unfortunately, I wouldn’t find out for a month or longer, depending on what Kiera wanted to do. Also, it depended on how much it would cost to join if we could even go back. We made decent money, but Sensation looked expensive from what I could tell. There was no way it would only
cost a few hundred bucks to go once a month to fuck.

  No way.

  “You look happy.”

  I closed my locker and looked over at Dominic, one of my firefighters. “Am I not usually?”

  “Not like this. You get some before shift or what?”

  Before shift, and all fucking weekend. “That’s none of your business.”

  He tsked. “Don’t be like that, Lieu. We all know your wife is hot.”

  All the guys knew her because of parties and award ceremonies we had for LAFD, and I knew Dom was only busting my balls.

  “So what you’re sayin’ is you’re jealous?”

  He grinned. “Yeah.”

  “Then, to answer your question, I did have a nice time off with my wife.” No way in hell was I going to go into details.

  A call came over the loudspeaker. It was time to get to work.

  Twenty-four-hour shifts go by quickly, especially when you work with great men and woman who are good at their jobs and want to help people. There were some shifts that stuck with you for days, weeks, months. Hell, to this day, I still thought about how I wasn’t able to get to an elderly man in time when a nursing home went up in flames some years back. But, this wasn’t one of those shifts.

  This was a shift where we saved everybody.

  “Hey, Lieu,” Dominic called as we were back in the locker room changing to go home. “A few of the guys and I were talking about going to see Flirting with Fire in two weeks. You up for it?”

  My eyes widened, but I didn’t turn around. Shit, I was hiding the fact that the lead guitarist saw my wife’s pussy less than seventy-two hours prior. “We flirt with fire almost every day,” I joked.

  Dom slapped me on the back. “Flirting with Fire is a local rock band, Lieu. They kick off their tour here, and we’ve already figured out that we won’t be on shift that night. It’s perfect.”

  I swallowed. Was it perfect? It wasn’t as though Vaughn would see us in the sea of people, invite us backstage and ask to watch me finger fuck my wife again, but the thought of Vaughn seeing us outside of Sensation sent a thrill through me, and I knew Kiera would want to go see them in person. She played their album on repeat even before our night at Sensation.

  “Yeah, that sounds like fun. Text me the date, and I’ll run it by Kiera.”

  “She’s invited, you know?”

  I smiled. “Of course.” It was weird that Kiera hadn’t mentioned that they were kicking off their tour in LA. I was certain she would have told me she was going. “Hey, when did they announce their tour dates?” I asked, changing my T-shirt.

  Dom smiled. “An hour ago, why?”

  Well, that explained why my wife hadn’t told me. “Just curious.”

  “They put up tickets already, so if you two want to go, let me know so we can get them before they sell out.”

  “Where are you thinking of sitting?”

  He shrugged and leaned against the lockers. “Cheapest seats we can find.”

  Right. “What about front row?”

  He balked. “Front row?”

  If we were in the front row, there was more of a chance for Vaughn to see us. Did I want him to see us? Would he remember us? Would he call us backstage and … Wait. Was it a fantasy of mine to have him watch me with my wife again? I started to get hard at the thought. Christ. Having someone watch me with my wife was my kink. How did I not know that before Sensation?

  “Yeah, Kiera would love it. Have you ever been front row at a concert before?”

  “No, because that shit is expensive.”

  “You wanna get laid all weekend like I did?” Well, shit, I hadn’t meant to slip and confirm that Kiera and I had a nice weekend fucking, but I was trying to talk him into it. I needed this for Kiera. She would be ecstatic to see Vaughn work his guitar up-close and personal, so I went on, not missing a beat, “Then you take your woman to a rock concert and get front row tickets.”

  He thought for a moment. “Well, you are eighty, so you must know what you’re talking about.”

  I laughed, throwing my head back. “Fuck you.” Dominic was in his twenties, and I was working my way to mid-forty.

  “But”—he pointed his finger at me—“you do have a point. Shelly would love it.”

  “See?” I agreed and closed my locker after grabbing my bag. “Stick with me, kid, and I’ll teach you how to stay married going on fifteen years. Now, let’s go buy those tickets.”

  “I thought you needed to check with your wife?”

  I beamed. “Trust me, she’s gonna love this.”

  “I have a surprise for you,” I stated into my truck’s Bluetooth. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I drove home, so I’d called Kiera at her office.

  “Oh yeah?” Kiera asked.

  “Yep.”

  “What is it?”

  “Well, first”—I switched lanes to get onto the freeway—“why didn’t you tell me that Flirting with Fire was kicking off their tour here in LA?”

  There was silence on the other end of the phone.

  “Baby?”

  “Are you shitting me right now?”

  “You didn’t know?” I questioned. How didn’t she know?

  “When did they announce that?” I heard clicking through my speakers as though Kiera was typing on her computer.

  “A few hours ago.”

  “Oh, my God.”

  I grinned as I merged with the flow of traffic that was always a thing in LA. “Do you want to know my surprise?”

  “Yes!”

  My smile widened more. “I got us front row tickets.”

  Silence filled the air again.

  “Kiera?”

  “You—you did?”

  “Yeah, is that okay?”

  “What if he sees us?” She didn’t need to tell me who.

  “You don’t want him to?”

  There was another pause. “I don’t know, Ward. We’re not in the red glow of”—she lowered her voice—“Sensation anymore.”

  “What?” I snickered. “You think he’s going to pull you on stage and announce to the theater that he saw me fingering your pretty pussy?”

  Kiera snorted. “Of course not.”

  “Then what’s the problem? We all signed NDAs.”

  “True, but what if he thinks we’re stalking him?”

  “Because we bought tickets to his show?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I’m pretty sure that’s why they put on concerts. They want to make money, baby.”

  “I know that, but—”

  “But you feel as though we had a moment with him?”

  “Kinda.”

  I got it. We did have a moment with him. When I was two fingers deep inside of her, Vaughn and I had locked eyes for a few seconds. It was as though he wished he was me. Or maybe he just wanted to see if I was okay with him watching. Whatever the case, I knew that a celebrity who went to a sex club and signed an NDA wasn’t going to make it awkward. And so what if he did? I mean, it wasn’t as though he fucked Kiera’s pussy while I took her ass.

  “If you don’t want—”

  “No!” she shouted. “I want to go.”

  “Good. And who knows, maybe we can recreate the moment again with him while he’s on stage.”

  For the past two weeks, I’d woken my wife up before our alarms, even when I wasn’t due at the fire station for my shift. Something had triggered inside of me since Sensation. Kiera had given me the rundown on how the memberships worked, and we had a plan to go one more time to see if we wanted the full package—we knew that one would need Pearl, and the other would need the higher package if we wanted more.

  Unlike the night we went to Sensation, Kiera took much longer to get ready for the concert. It was probably because we both were thinking that Vaughn would see us in the front row, and she wanted to make sure she looked good for him. Truth be told, I wanted to see his face when he saw us. I wanted to see if recognition crossed his face. I wanted to see if there was still th
e desire burning in his eyes.

  When Dom and I searched for the venue to buy the tickets, we found out that the concert was being held at the El Rey Theatre in the art deco district in LA. That meant that it wasn’t at a huge stadium, and there was a greater chance Vaughn would see us. I hadn’t seen a concert there before, but from what I’d seen online, we were going to be within arm’s length of the band—within arm’s length of Vaughn.

  The kids were with Kiera’s parents, and therefore, we had the house to ourselves when the concert was over. We were making a night of it with dinner, drinks, and then the rock concert.

  After we had dinner and drinks down the street at a Korean barbecue restaurant, we walked a few blocks to El Rey. “Are you excited?” I asked Kiera as we strolled hand in hand.

  She looked up at me. “Are you kidding me?”

  I smirked. “I know you are, and I feel as though I should get jealous that you got all dolled up for him.”

  “Dolled up?” She laughed. She was dressed in jeans, a sequined, short, light-pink tank top that showed some of her flat stomach, and black heels. Her long brown hair was up in a high ponytail with some sort of poof on the top of her head. She was gorgeous as always.

  “Don’t think I didn’t notice you taking your time getting ready tonight.”

  She stopped walking and grabbed my arm for me to stop. “You really are jealous, aren’t you?”

  I smirked. I wasn’t jealous at all. I was—excited too. I felt as though I was fulfilling my wife’s fantasy of being with the hot rock star, even though we weren’t going to fuck him. We were going to be within feet—or even inches—of Vaughn, and thinking about it made my blood race and my dick stiffen because I knew how wet and turned on Kiera would become.

  Then I would take her home and fuck her all night since the kids weren’t home.

  I stepped forward, and she stepped back, pressing her back against a brick wall. I lowered my voice and whispered into her ear, “No, baby. I’m turned on.”

  “You are?” she whispered back.

  I rose my head and looked into her light brown eyes. “I don’t know why, but the thought of him wanting what’s mine makes me fucking hard as a rock.”