But it wasn’t just the sex that he remembered – as hot as it was – but he remembered her beautiful smile, her quiet voice and the way her face tilted to one side when she was looking up at him. What had this woman done to him, and why could he not stop thinking about her?
He usually took off for several weeks in August – sometimes to Europe and often up to a house he owned in the Hamptons, at Sag Harbor. He could manage his business quite effectively from anywhere through cell phone and the Internet, and it was great to get away from the heat of the city. This year he didn’t have the same enthusiasm as usual.
In the past, if there had been a sub on the scene, he had sometimes taken her with him. But often he went with a couple of friends – guys who were rich and single, the same as him – and they would cruise the local bars and have fun with girls they met. They would all go back to his place, where a lot of alcohol would be consumed and a lot of sex would take place – no strings, no ties – and the girls all knew this and did not expect anything more. Some of them were even married and having a few days away from home with girlfriends, quite happy to have some extra-marital fun. And who was he to judge other people’s morals?
He went to the restaurant once and they told him that Bryony was away for a month and they had no idea where she had gone. He was almost reconciled to the fact that he had missed his chance with her and that he needed to put it all behind him.
He decided that he had been celibate long enough and he yearned to have an evening of ‘no holds barred’ fun. There was a BDSM club in the Bronx that he had been to before. There was sometimes some heavy stuff going on down there, but that was just what he needed right now – something to drive out the beautiful woman with the delicious ass whose image wouldn’t leave his mind. He rang his driver, Clive, to ask him to pick him up from the apartment at 10 pm. Having made the decision he felt relieved that at last he was moving on with life. He reached home and settled down to watch a game of football, with the dinner that his housekeeper had left plated up for him, and a couple of beers.
When he arrived at Club Nassau, shortly before 11 pm, the place was fairly packed. There were strong sensual sounds of a tenor sax that greeted him as he went into the club. Good, tonight was jazz night, which he liked.
On the whole, most of the men there were Doms, and most of the women were subs, but there were a few exceptions. He spotted a gay male couple, one clearly a sub, and there were a couple of women in black leather cat suits, each with a collared male walking behind them. The Nassau catered for all tastes.
He went to the bar and ordered a whisky. The blonde woman behind the bar wearing a red corset and little else was hot – but he knew that they were forbidden from going off with the clientele. He looked around to see if anything interesting was happening this evening. There were a couple of people he knew and he raised his hand slightly in acknowledgement when they spotted him. He didn’t go over and speak. Conversation was not what he was here for.
A voice in his left ear made him turn his head. At his side was a woman with long black hair, who looked so thin that he thought she might snap in the middle if a strong wind were to blow her over. She spoke, whilst looking down at the floor submissively. “Are you looking for anyone in particular, Sir?”
He didn’t like being picked up by women. He liked to be the one instigating the pick up. Besides, he didn’t like pale, scrawny women, who looked as though they couldn’t go one round with a feather duster, let alone with a man like him. He ignored the woman and turned away from her.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a blonde woman with a nice body walk into the club. She was with two other women. For a fraction of a second she looked like Bryony – but then, when he took another look, it was obvious that she was much different. She wasn’t bad looking, and if he didn’t move quickly, someone else would spirit her away. He walked over to the group, but only addressed the blonde woman.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
The woman gave him a quick glance to see the man who had approached her, before she dropped her eyes and replied. “Thank you, Sir. I would like a Fuck Against the Bar.”
Alex smiled. All the cocktails here had very suggestive names and he was familiar with most of them. He caught the eye of a waitress and ordered the cocktail, plus another whisky for him.
The woman had detached herself from her two friends and Alex guessed that the women operated in a threesome for company and safety, but were happy to split apart if any of them met someone. She wasn’t bad looking, but had the jaded look of many of the clientele of this place after a year or two of hook ups. She had seen and done it all probably, and it showed on her face.
Still, he wasn’t here to make any lifelong friends and, as long as she wasn’t a druggie and looked clean, then that was all that concerned him. She knew the score as well as him and came to these scenes voluntarily. He checked her arms, but there was no evidence of drug use. He always made certain he brought condoms to these places, but it was a good idea to be aware of possible danger.
“So, do you want to play a little tonight?”
The girl smiled and looked hopeful that Alex might be the long term Dom that she was looking for. “Yes sir. I am happy to play. What did you have in mind?”
“Let’s go and see what is happening at the back.”
He knew, from previous visits, that there were a series of rooms at the back. One of them was a place where people could look into another room, via a two-way mirror, at group sex shows. He might as well start there to get him in the mood, and then he could request a private room for the two of them.
“Come.”
He turned and walked through the crowd, not even looking whether the girl was following him. She was. The room where people were watching the performance through the two-way mirror was crowded, but he managed to squeeze in, and the girl followed him. They stood about six feet from the front and had a good view of the proceedings. Alex told the girl to stand in front of him, and when she did, he reached around and began to massage her breasts. Damn, those awful silicone jobs again. Why did women do it? He would rather have smaller, natural ones any day than large silicone-enhanced breasts.
The girl, once Alex started touching her, began to slowly grind her bottom against his cock, which soon responded. It felt good.
The show started. A man entered the other room with two women, one on either arm and began kissing and fondling them each in turn, before one of the women got down on her knees and took the man’s cock from his pants and began to suck and lick it, while the man continued to kiss the other woman. A moment later, a second man, obviously intended to be a jealous husband of one of the women, burst into the room, took one look at what was happening and pulled off his belt and began beating his unfaithful wife across her buttocks.
Suddenly, Alex realized that he really didn’t want to be here, watching this sleazy performance before him, and with a blonde woman grinding in to him to try and excite him; a woman who would quite happily have gone with any number of men in the club tonight. He wanted to leave. He had to get out into the fresh air.
He muttered his apologies to the woman in front of him and fought his way through the heaving mass of people to get out of the room. Once outside he breathed the cool, night air and decided to go home. He rang Clive and asked him to pick him up, and was glad that the woman did not follow him out of the club. He might have weakened and invited her home with him, but he really did not want to take her there. Very few women were invited there. They had to be fairly special or important to him before he took them to his private refuge. It looked like another night using his right hand whilst watching the porn channel, he thought grimly. Damn that woman! Just what has she done to my brain?
It was after midnight when he arrived home. He thought about calling a couple of the guys and seeing if any of them fancied a week up in the Hamptons. His house at Sag Harbor was right on the waterfront, where he kept a boat. A few days up there suddenly began t
o appeal. Perhaps it was too late to call the guys. They were probably either be drunk or screwing somebody – or even both. He would call in the morning.
The next day his enthusiasm for going out to Sag Harbor was as strong as ever, so he rang his friend Luke, who was up for the trip, and between them, they decided to ask Bobby, a mutual friend who was a lot of fun. After a couple of phone calls between the three, they decided to leave the following Saturday and stay up there for a week – maybe longer if any of them were successful in meeting a desirable woman. Both Luke and Bobby had been married before – Luke twice – but were both now divorced. I wonder why, thought Alex cynically, but he knew the answer to that question. They might have been married, but they had still lived like bachelors and their wives were not prepared to put up with it. Both men had had to shell out heavily in the divorces, but it didn’t stop Luke from doing it a second time and getting his fingers burned yet again. Both guys dabbled a bit in the D/s lifestyle, but only outside their marriages and neither was as into it as much as Alex. With them, it was just a pleasant diversion from their normal activities.
A few days later they arrived at the Sag Harbor house, Alex having asked the company that looked after it in his absence to make sure that all was made ready for their stay. They filled the fridge, got in the drinks requested by Alex and provided a maid service to keep the place clean and tidy during their stay. The house had six bedrooms and was built in the English Manor style, with its own boat jetty, tennis court and outdoor pool. Alex knew it was an extravagance, even for a man as wealthy as himself, but he persuaded himself that it was a long-term investment – and besides, it made a great party house. Life was for living, he reasoned, not having lots of money sitting in bank accounts somewhere.
It was late afternoon when they arrived and the guys decided to have a barbecue and some beers that night, and save the socializing for the following evening. Within an hour the steaks were sizzling and the chilled beers were being drunk. Lots of male banter went back and forth, and Alex began to relax for the first time in a while.
“So what happened to that girl you met, Al? I haven’t heard you mention her for weeks now.”
Alex groaned. He had rather hoped the matter wouldn’t come up in conversation. The guys wouldn’t understand. The way they talked about women, and even their own wives at times, was often disrespectful and he didn’t want them talking about Bryony in the same way. He might have some pretty extreme habits in the bedroom, but his parents had always insisted on good manners and respect for women – at least for those women whom they felt were deserving of respect. He doubted that they would have much respect for the woman he met in the Nassau bar recently. He muttered to Luke something about them not being suited and that they had gone their separate ways.
As he spoke, Alex noted the disbelieving look on Luke’s face. He had known him too long to believe a lame excuse like that. At one time he would have given him a hard time over it, but this time Luke let him alone and Alex was grateful. He sensed sympathy from his long time friend, but was not in the mood to discuss Bryony with anyone, and was relieved that Luke let the subject drop.
The guys had a ball that week. They went out on the boat and did some waterskiing. They got out the jet skis and raced around the harbor, upsetting some of the more sedate residents. They went to all the local clubs and bars each evening and chatted up the young, hot, rich girls, up for the summer with their families – and even some of the older women who, in some cases looked barely older than their daughters. Both Luke and Bobby got lucky a couple of times and ended up back at the house with the girls – Bobby even bringing back two girls one night for a threesome. He offered to share one of the girls with Alex and was surprised when Alex declined.
“I’m worried about you Al. You’re losing your knack. I’ve never known you come home empty handed before.”
The next morning (or rather afternoon, as it was one thirty before they all surfaced), Luke caught Alex alone. “You okay, buddy? You seem a bit subdued this trip. You’re not still thinking about that girl are you?”
Alex decided to confide in his friend.
“I guess I must be. It’s been a month now and I still can’t get her out of my mind. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Well, if I didn’t know you better, I would say that you are in love.”
“Nah, I hardly knew the girl. People don’t fall in love that quickly do they? Anyway, I don’t think I’m capable of falling in love.”
“Haven’t you heard of love at first sight? And what makes you think that you are immune to the sickness that seems to strike us all from time to time. What happened between you?”
Alex gave his friend the edited version of what took place between him and Bryony.
“So she’s not a player then? On the D/s scene, I mean.”
“No, a complete innocent. I thought I could draw her into it, but she got scared and ran away. Probably for the best, really. You know me, Luke; I’m not the type of guy who could live a vanilla lifestyle. I could have tried it, but eventually it would have failed. Best to find out now before either of us got in too deep.”
The conversation ended when Bobby joined them. He wasn’t as sympathetic as Luke, and Alex didn’t want him chipping in with his advice. He switched the conversation to something else.
The end of the week arrived and the guys reluctantly agreed that they needed to get back to New York. Alex could have stayed on and done some work from there, but he didn’t want to stay on alone. He decided that he would head back to the city and then look at a couple of options. He had had an invitation from a friend, a successful rock star, to join him on a yacht in the Mediterranean that he had rented for the whole month of August. Then there was another friend who had issued an invitation to stay at his home in Miami. He would decide when he reached home.
Thinking of home made him think about his parents. He was overdue to visit them and his Mom kept asking when he was coming over to California where they now lived since their retirement. He had an overwhelming urge to eat some of his Mom’s home cooking and play a round of golf with his Dad. His mind was suddenly made up. He would fly to California and visit his family.
He spent a couple of days in New York sorting out a few business matters before flying across the country. He had rung to warn them that he was on his way.
“That’s wonderful, darling,” his mother proclaimed excitedly. “Your Dad and I were only saying the other day that we see so little of you these days, since we moved west. It will be great to see you. Are you coming alone?”
She always asked that question, hoping that one day her son would announce that he had met “the one” and she would see her son safely married and in the care of a good woman. To date she had always been disappointed.
His Dad came to the airport to meet him, despite Alex telling him that it wouldn’t be necessary and that he could hire a limo.
“No point wasting your money, son.”
The fact that he was a multi-millionaire didn’t seem to get through to his parents. But in a way, he was glad that they were stubbornly independent and unwilling to accept any money from their only son. They were comfortably middle class, and perfectly happy to stay that way. Alex wondered from whom he had inherited his entrepreneurial spirit. Perhaps it had skipped a generation or two? He had picked up a bottle of his father’s favorite whisky and a bottle of perfume for his Mom, but he knew it was pointless taking anything more expensive than that.
His Dad’s smiling face greeted Alex as he came out of the Arrivals Hall and he welcomed him with a big hug. He wasn’t a man who used a lot of flowery words, but he had a lot of love for his son and wasn’t afraid to be seen hugging him. “It’s good to see you, son. Your mom is so excited that you are coming that she’s been running around like a headless chicken since your call. She went to the market twice yesterday just to get the right ingredients for that chicken dish you always like.”
Alex suddenly felt choked, as
he often did, when he thought about how lucky he was to have such loving and down to earth parents. He had made the right choice between the luxury yacht in the Med and his parents modest three bedroomed retirement home in California. It was no contest.
CHAPTER EIGHT
In Oakley, South Dakota, Bryony was having a great evening with her friend Lola and her husband Scott. Her friend lived in a slightly rundown house, but it was clear that she and Scott were very happy. Lola had never really had the same ambitions as Bryony and had been happy to marry young and have a family, rather than a high-flying career. They reminisced about their days at Oakley High, and about what had happened to mutual friends. Somehow Alex’s name came into the conversation. Lola thought she saw a flash of pain cross Bryony’s face when his name came up, but didn’t want to pry. She got the feeling that her friend had strong feelings for this man and had been hurt.
Bryony wanted to confide in her old friend, but was wary about discussing Alex with her. She didn’t feel that she could confess to Lola that the reason she and Alex had broken up was because of his sexual needs. The years since she and Lola used to giggle and confide about boys and their funny ways were long gone and she didn’t feel comfortable bringing up such a subject now.
The evening flew by and at eleven Bryony felt she ought to go back to the motel. She knew that Scott had an early start for his job, which was some forty miles away in the state capital. Lola walked the short distance with Bryony back to the motel, and hugged her friend.
“It’s been so good to see you, Bry. You must try and come again soon. Perhaps there will be another baby the next time you come. Scott and I would like a little brother or sister for Kelly.”
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