Jonathan's Bite of the Apple by Dana Littlejohn

by Red Rose Publishing

  He chuckled and gave her a small bow. “I am at your disposal.”

  “Be careful what you ask for, Johnny. You just may get it.” She took the drink from the bartender and handed him one of the shot glasses of green liquid. “Don’t worry; I’ll get it this time. I’m sure there will be plenty of times when we’ll be hanging out and you’ll be the one kicking out.” She clicked his glass and chuckled. “Bottoms up, baby.” She drank the drink in one swallow.

  He mimicked her moves and looked at her fascinated. He wondered if all New York women were as adventurous as this one.

  “Ahh, I love these things.” She wiped her mouth and chuckled. “Let’s go.”

  “Are we going to dance?”

  “Naa! Not tonight. Tonight we go to the Dark Room.”

  She pulled him along though the crowd again following glow in the dark arrows on the floor. The arrows led them down a narrow hallway that left all traces of light behind. Kenya slowed her pace using caution not being able to see in the darkness. Jonathan on the other hand took no such precaution being able to see as if it were bright daylight in the darkness. He pulled her along through the darkness until she took the lead being able to see again.

  They came upon a large iron door with a small red light above it. She knocked on the metal door. A small window in the door slid open and willows of smoke wafted out showing a pair of eyes.

  “Show me your red bands,” a soft male voice said from behind the door.

  One at a time they put their bands in the small window. The eyes looked at them a little longer before the window slammed shut and the door creaked open. They walked into the room where only a few torches were the only source of light. The room reeked of a heavy incense smell that seemed to intoxicate her as they moved along.

  “Free your mind,” was all the man said when he closed the door behind them.

  Kenya led the way through the dimly lit room toward a brightly lit area.

  A blindfolded man was attached to chains hanging from the ceiling and mounted to the floor with thick manacles. His only clothing was a leather throng and a spiked collar. On both sides of him were two women dressed identically in a sleeveless black vinyl body suit with openings where the breasts were and patent leather thigh high boots. One carried a small twisted whip, the other, a leather and fur paddle.

  Jonathan slowed to a stop to watch what was going on. “Hmm, this is indeed a night of firsts,” he mumbled.

  Kenya backed up. “Something caught your eye, Johnny?” she asked coming to his side.

  “It has been a long time since I have seen this kind of torture.”

  She chuckled. “Really? Torture, huh? Well, let’s move up, because you ain’t seen nothing yet.” She pushed up to the front where they could see better. “Just watch,” she whispered in her ear.

  The man’s head hung low as the women took turns slapping him with the paddle then the whip. When they didn’t get the desired effect from him they began circling him and slapping him harder each time, but still he said nothing. They stopped walking around him and stood behind him taking turns smacking him with the paddles and whipping him until each smack sounded like a crack of thunder then finally he cried out.

  “Please, no more,” he said breathlessly.

  With a smile on her face the woman with the whip threw it down and dropped to her knees in front of him. Pulling on his thong she freed his already hardening penis. Taking the full length into her mouth she suckled him with expertise as the other woman whipped him again with the paddle.

  They worked him into frenzy as he thrashed on his chains. His cries were a confused mix of pain and pleasure that rung off the walls mixing with the jungle beats in the background. His eruption came quickly resulting in a long howl of enjoyment.

  “Fascinating,” Jonathan said as Kenya pulled him away from the scene and off to another.

  “If you liked that you’re going to love this next one,” she said with a chuckle.

  The next scene was separated by a short distance of darkness then red and black lights came into view. Several people sat on sofas surrounding a low platform. They sat in an empty spot and watched silently with everyone else. Spread eagle and mounted on the low platform by chains and spikes was a woman.

  Her body lay naked for all to see with only a sheer, blood red scarf to cover her large pale breasts and her belly then it pooled at the dark triangle between her legs. A man with his back to the crowd stood over the woman. He kneeled before her and lifted her chin bringing her face to his and kissed her. She moaned loudly giving her air. He kissed her again returning her to the platform as he moved his hands between her legs sliding his fingers in and out of her.

  She tugged at her chains returning his kisses and riding his fingers. He broke their kiss, releasing her moans into the air, to move his kisses down her neck. She writhed back and forth in obvious pleasure as she rode his fingers to a powerful orgasm and screamed her out delight for all to hear.

  The crowds’ breathing was heavy although not a word was spoken a loud. The man continued what he was doing until the woman was still and had regained her breathing. He turned to the crowd, slowly making eye contact with each one of them. When his gaze landed on Jonathan a slow smile split his handsome face and what looked like blood dripped from the corners of his smile.

  I hoped you enjoyed the show, my brother.

  The thought pierced Jonathan’s mind as clearly as if the person next to him had spoken. His eyes immediately went to the ”vampire” on stage.

  Raymond? His question was laced with amazement.

  Later, brother, we’ll speak upon it later, at Richard’s, came the reply and the connection was severed.

  “So, did you like it?”

  “What?”

  “I thought you might like that with your vampire-like mentality and all,” Kenya said with a laugh and pulled him away from the scene. “It’s all fake, you know, but the new jacks love that freaky shit. I don’t know of any other club in the city does stuff like that.”

  Again they walked through a darkened area to a door that was under a bright light marked The Dungeon.

  “Now in here everything is real,” she explained pushing the door open. “This is where we part, Johnny. You have to go down that hallway and follow it to the stairs and I’ll meet you on the other side. OK?

  He shook his head and followed the hall. It was dimly lit but he didn’t need it. He could see in the darkest of night without the barest hint of light, this was nothing for him. He could like it here. These people seem to have found a place where they could express themselves sexually with others like the same. He wondered what other wonders Kenya had in store for him as he descended downstairs without hesitation.

  But Raymond, what was he doing here? he asked himself. Why didn’t he tell me about this place in the first place? Surely he knew what I was looking for if Richard knew. We definitely had to talk later.

  He exited through a door an entered another world and smiled. He closed the door behind him and looked about for Kenya when a man stepped in front of him to block his path.

  He was dressed in a vinyl jumpsuit that completely covered his body from his shoulders to his feet except for his engorged penis that protruded from a hole in that area.

  “Who are you with?” he asked.

  Jonathan looked the man over and sensing no malice in him he answered. “I’m here with Kenya.”

  “Mistress Kenya.” He bowed low and stepped back letting him pass.

  Jonathan had been in this type of atmosphere before, but it had been a long time ago, many centuries and in another country, before the wars. He walked around looking for Kenya as he passed a topless man in a full leather mask. He sat on a stool with a woman over his lap and a line of women behind her waiting. He slowed down and watched to see what would happen.

  The woman across the masked man’s lap wore a white shirt and a short plaid skirt that didn’t need lifting to show her bare bottom. It already showed signs of
reddening from being smacked with the paddle that was about to come down upon it again as Jonathan watched. After a few more firm smacks to her bottom, it glowed a bright red and the masked man switched paddles. The new paddle he used left little red hearts across her bottom. He smiled and kissed each one before pulling her from his lap.

  She stood, pulled her panties up under her little plaid skirt and walked away leaving his lap empty exposing his hardened penis protruding through his opened pants. The next girl stepped up to the man, took his pulsing penis into her mouth suckling him for just a while before dropping her panties and laying across his lap and offering her naked bottom to him for spanking.

  Jonathan moved on in his search or Kenya coming upon another similar scene. A tall, slender woman dressed like the women upstairs in a vinyl cat suit with holes in the tops to expose her large full breasts, held a cat o’ nine tails in one hand and a fuzzy paddle in the other as she paced back and forth before a man that was strapped to the wall.

  The man was spread eagle and naked except for a full face mask, facing the wall.

  “I heard you were a very bad boy,” the woman said as she smacked his already red bottom with the cat o’ nine tails.

  Jonathan couldn’t hear if the man answered because Kenya’s voice turned him away from the scene and moved toward it. He turned the corner and stopped short, stunned, again she had managed to surprise him. She had her back to him, but he knew it was her. She wore black leather top that left her back exposed, a black leather skirt that fitted her even better than the jean one she wore earlier and showed off her firm full thighs. As he looked her over she lifted her fishnet covered leg and pressed one of her stilettos into the back of a man who was on all fours before her. The man, like most of the men he had seen, wore a full face mask and black leather pants.

  Seeing Kenya dressed like that as he watched her with the man made his own pants tighter as his groin enlarged beneath them. His erection surprised him, but didn’t displease him. Kenya sensed him behind her and turned to him smiling.

  “Hi, Johnny,” she said pleasantly. “You’re just in time to see me punish this sub. Have a seat.”

  He sat where she indicated and took in the site of her. Her hair was the same, but pushed back by a beautiful jeweled and feathered mask, different from anything he’d seen so far. The front of the leather top she wore was a keyhole opening to show just a peek of her large breasts with a large red stone resting between them. She smiled and winked at him and he thought his pants would tear as his enlarged member ran out of room.

  “Sub, state you business,” she said, her voice breaking into his thoughts.

  “To please you, Mistress,” the man responded.

  “That’s right, and what pleases your mistress, sub?”

  “Spanking me, Mistress,” he answered.

  She smiled again and pushed him forward with her foot. He leaned forward onto his elbows as she dropped her foot back to the floor. “That’s right,” she said and smacked his bottom with her paddle.

  “Again, Mistress, please.”

  She obliged and smacked him again.

  “Yes, Mistress,” he all but growled as his voice grew more lustful. “Again, Mistress, please, again.”

  She smacked him twice more and he moaned his approval as his body rocked forward and his penis grew in length beneath him. “Are you ready, sub?”

  “Almost, Mistress, please, again.”

  She smacked him three more times, his bottom was bright red by the third one and his penis was an impressive pole of power beneath him. He cried out, almost a full howl and panted as he spoke.

  “Mistress, I’m ready.”

  Kenya walked away from him and called out. “Bring her in, quickly.” She moved toward Jonathan and sat on his lap. “This is where it gets good, Johnny.”

  Another leather covered man came around the corner with a woman. Jonathan recognized her as one of the girls he had seen in line earlier to be spanked. The man on all fours stood up, revealing an impressive piece as it stood proudly from a hole in from of his pants. Immediately the girl dropped to her knees and took it into her mouth.

  Kenya leaned back into Jonathan’s arms and pulled the rubber band loose that held his hair in a ponytail and ran her fingers through his hair along the nape of his neck.

  Jonathan watched the scene unfold as he enjoyed the feel of Kenya in his lap and her strong fingers on his body, all the while alert to his own member responding to the whole situation. They watched the girl pleasure the man with her mouth for a little while longer, then she moved to all fours and he mounted her. He entered her from behind in one smooth movement, smacking her bottom as he did.

  Kenya stroked Jonathan’s head and shifted in his lap as they watched the man ride the girl with long strong strokes and smacking her bottom with quick, crisp smacks, leaving it bright red, warm and glowing. He rode her for just a little longer until they both were both finished letting out a long drawn out moan of pleasure. The man collapsed on top of the girl and Kenya stood to her feet with a sigh.

  “Well, that was nice. Did you like that, Johnny?”

  He reached for the band she left on his shoulder. “Yes, it was interesting to say the least. Why did you bring the girl in? Why not just let him pleasure you instead?”

  She chuckled. “Johnny, that man doesn’t anything for me. I don’t let just anyone jump on me. I need a real man, a strong man, not a sub.” She touched his hand to stop him. “No, don’t tie it back up. It looks good out, my little vampire.” She kissed his cheek and pulled him along. Come on.” She pulled him to the next scene where a woman was strapped to the wall. “This looks interesting. Let’s watch this.”

  Jonathan, are you still here?

  Yes, Raymond, I’m here. I’m in The Dungeon.

  Time grows near, my brother. The sun approaches, we must leave.

  I’ll be at Richard’s, we must talk.

  I’ll be there, was his final reply.

  Jonathan turned to Kenya. “Kenya, I have to leave.

  Kenya sighed. “Already?”

  “Yes, it’s--”

  She held her hand up to stop him. “No, don’t tell me, let me guess. The sun is rising and you have to be home before that. Right?”

  He smiled. “Yes, that’s right.”

  She chuckled. “Yeah, ok. Whatever,” she said with a shrug. “You don’t drink blood too, do you?”

  This time he chuckled. “Not as often as I’d like to.”

  She laughed. “You crack me up. Will you call me so we can kick it again?”

  “Yes, I will.”

  She told him her number, gave him a hug and quickly made his way out of Club Rapture and back to Richard’s penthouse apartment before sunrise.

  Chapter Three

  The next evening Jonathan woke to find Raymond sitting on the couch waiting for him in the living room. He joined him.

  “Good to see you, Jonathan. I must say I was surprised to see you at Club Rapture last night.”

  “And I, you, Raymond. How is it that the human’s think that you were play acting?”

  “Richard’s wife Caroline told me of Club Rapture. She fed off the owner once and thought I would like it. They had some human pretending one night and I take his spot every now and then to feed. They never know the difference.”

  “Hmm, I wonder why she never told me.”

  “Perhaps Richard has not mentioned your distinct likes to his wife. She will feed from anyone, she’s not that particular, but Richard only likes young women,” he said with a sly grin. “Speaking of young women, Jonathan, where did you find that lovely dark princess you had with you last night? Was she as delicious as she looked?”

  He chuckled and moved to the window. “Kenya? I wouldn’t know. I did not have her.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “No, I watched her beat a man in the park the other evening and went down to meet her. It was very funny, actually. We talked and she said she could show me what New York was
really like after dark. We’re friends.”

  “Really? Well, she can’t take you to the places that I can, brother.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He laughed. “Tonight, brother, we feed. Come and taste the night.”

  Jonathan followed Raymond down to the docks to a goth type club called Gothiem. Inside the music techno music blared so loud that you couldn’t even understand it anymore, but the people on the dance floor jumped up and down to it anyway. It reminded him of Club Rapture in that way, but that was where the likeness ended. The people in Gothiem were dressed as if it were Halloween at all times. Black fishnet, dark makeup and blood red lipstick seem to be the garb of choice.

  Raymond took him by the hand and pulled him through the over crowed room to a back room where the music was much more mellow. He closed the door behind him and the music seemed to disappear. The room was filled with many love seats scattered about and small tables to accompany them filled with various drugs.

  “Raymond--”

  “Hold your questions, brother. We are almost there.”

  Raymond kept moving through that room to another room and closed the door behind them again.

  “Jonathan, it’s about time you found your way here.”

  He looked around surprised to hear his name. The woman on the couch had a young man across her lap as she smiled at him.

  “Caroline. I could have been here sooner had you told me about this place.”

  “I’m sorry, darling. Richard doesn’t partake in this type of scene and I assumed you wouldn’t either since he always brought home someone for you to feed on as well. Forgive me.”

  He smiled and sat next to her. “You’re forgiven. So, tell me about this place.”

  “I come here often to feed. The darker side of things means nothing to me. I feed from whoever catches my eye.” She bent her head down and kissed the young man in her lap. She lifted her head leaving his mouth bloody from her kiss.

  “But--”

  She chuckled. “Don’t worry, dear, he has had his dosage of blood wine. It flows very freely in here. In Gothiem, they are into drugs, music and sex so much they don’t expect to remember much the next day. What better place to feed? I don’t too much go for the ones that do drugs. It gives their blood a bitter taste.”