by J. L. Ostle
“I guess I just go with the flow.” I can feel my cheeks heat up.
“Don’t be embarrassed. It’s a good thing, it’s rare, especially for someone new to the whole fetish scene. I am just happy that I met you, and hope if you ever need anything you will come look for me.” She plants a small kiss on the corner of my mouth smiling sweetly before placing the blindfold on and taking away my towel. I can feel the draft of the room hit my warm skin. “Enjoy this.” She says before I can hear her walk away.
I hear the other girls getting ready, I notice how my hearing has gotten stronger, the longer the blindfold is on me. I soon hear the girls say ready so I say the same and soon I hear the door open and feet approach me.
I feel hands on my stomach, gliding across my hips to my back, then I feel another set of hands go straight to my breasts, then another set to my thighs. They slowly touch me all over, teasing me, but never once touching me in a lustful way. It’s like they are exploring my body. Admiring it.
I feel so many different sizes of fingers enter inside me, each making small movements, my mouth hangs open making sure I take in enough air, all the hands and fingers is so much. When I think I can’t take anymore I feel someone suck on my left nipple, then someone else sucking the other.
My body is shaking when someone stands behind me, keeping me in place, their hands on my waist, their nails stroking my sides. I feel lips on my neck so I move my head to the side to give them better access. My head has gone cloudy, my body tingling all over.
They bite down hard on my neck, sucking, marking me. I pull on my arms from the reaction. The fingers that are inside me thrust faster, one hand playing with my clit rubs harder. So many hands and mouths are on me, I soon scream out my release when I am being turned around and lifted so my legs wrap around someone’s body.
My breathing is coming in fast, I can feel their erection press into me, I lean forward and soon the smell hits my nostrils. My body vibrates with his touch. I can sense who it is. Killian kisses me hard making me dizzy before pulling back.
“Want me to stop?” He asks me. I shake my head. I don’t want him to stop. “Say it.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes please.” I plead.
It doesn’t take another word before I feel his dick at my entrance and with one quick motion, he thrusts inside me, causing us both to scream out into the room. My arms are still tied up above my head so I am trusting him to keep me safe.
He doesn’t go slow, he thrusts inside me like a man possessed. His fingers digging into my skin. I wrap my legs around him tighter, my heels pressed against his ass. I squeeze harder to indicate I want more.
He keeps thrusting inside me. I start kissing his neck until I bite down, causing him to growl, I bite hard, causing him to thrust harder. The ache is getting stronger and soon I scream out his name as he growls out his.
“Fuck.” He swears. He unwraps my legs and helps me back to my feet. “Fuck.” He swears again, but with the blindfold still on, I can’t see what’s going on.
“Killian,” I say softly. A pause.
“Fuck.” I hear him say again before I hear him walk away from me. I turn my body around. I start to feel like I’m trapped. I need to get down.
“Red,” I shout and soon the blindfold is taken off and I am helped out of the silk ties. I look around the room and the two women are still tied up as a group of people have their hands on them and a few watching. “What happened?” I ask the room, talking to no one in particular.
“He left.” A woman says with a sympathetic smile.
“Why?” I ask.
“I don’t know.” I see the towel I was wearing on the floor near the far wall, so I grab it wrapping it around me before I walk out of the room.
Why would Killian just leave?
He has been wanting to sleep with me as soon as I walked into this place and now that we did he walks away? What if he got what he wanted.
and it wasn’t as good as he thought it would be? Maybe I disappointed him.
All the insecurities start flowing through my head.
If he did leave me because he got what he wanted, he is an asshole. I look at people entering and exiting rooms and I feel like the veil has lifted. I no longer want to stay here. I just want to get my dress and leave.
I head back to my room seeing my dress on the dining table, slipping it on, I hold my shoes in my hands and head back down. I want to do a quick getaway. Walking past everyone I walk to the receptionist, I feel like when I first saw her was days ago, not hours.
“Hi Angel, everything okay?” She asks me with a smile.
“Yeah, I’m leaving so here is my room key.” I pass it to her. “I don’t know what happened to the sheets of paper you gave me but they are here somewhere.”
“Is there a problem?”
“No, I just think I had enough for tonight.”
“Oh, you sure you don’t want to stay? This does carry on all weekend.”
“I’m sure, but thank you.”
“Would you like to leave an address so we can send out a membership form?” I think it over. I remember Violet saying I wouldn’t be able to afford it, so there’s no point.
“No thank you, I will see you later.” I walk away, not letting her have a chance to ask me anything else or to stay.
I walk past the bouncer like men to the end of the road, going through my bag for my phone, ready to call a taxi when I hear my name being called behind me, I turn to see Violet running after me.
“Violet what are you doing?” She holds onto my arms.
“Mindy told me you were leaving.”
“Mindy?”
“The receptionist.” Oh, that’s her name. “Why are you going? Did something happen?” I wonder how much I should tell her, or if I should say anything at all.
“I don’t want to talk about it. Thank you for inviting me, it has been life changing but I don’t think it’s really for me.”
“But it is you, you were in your element in there. You think you just enjoy watching people, being intimate with women, but you are so much more. You have varied tastes and this place can help you explore that.”
“I don’t know what you want from me.” I sigh.
“You. I like you, Angel. So, does Killian. We both want you, it’s more than sexual.” She pleads with me.
“Killian doesn’t want me,” I tell her.
“He does, trust me.”
“No trust me. He just fucked me and left me. Me still being tied up, blindfolded, feeling used and discarded, so trust me, he saw me as a challenge and I guess the fantasies didn’t meet up with the reality.” I see the shock in her eyes.
“I am sure there is a reason why Killian left.”
“But I’m not waiting around to found out why. Goodbye, Violet, it was really nice meeting you.” I kiss her lips softly before walking away from her until I am further up towards the end of the road and the mansion type place is a good distance away.
Calling for a taxi, I sit on the wall nearby, breathing in the fresh air. I also messaged Hannah telling her I am heading home, even though it's after three in the morning she is going to meet me there as she wants to know every detail.
When I go over everything in my head I feel like it’s a story from one of my books. I can’t believe I caved and slept with him. Well no not slept with, fucked. I let him fuck me. I feel so stupid. I did really like him.
In the short amount of time, I was around him, I really started to like him. He made me feel like a Goddess, wanted, safe, but I guess that was the point. Maybe he only enjoys fucking Violet because she is more into girls and sees her as a challenge.
The longer I sit here, the longer I start to feel angry at him.
When the taxi arrives, I climb in and I turn watching the place get smaller and smaller until I no longer see it. I am looking out the window when I feel my phone vibrate and see I have a message on Tinder.
/> Fuck Tinder.
Walking through my front door I take a sigh of relief of a bit of normality. Taking off my dress putting it in my wash basket, I walk to my room grabbing my comfy PJs and towel, heading to my shower, making sure its scolding hot before stepping in.
Leaning my head against the cold tiles, I close my eyes and images of everything I’ve seen tonight enters my mind. I shouldn’t have gone. It was all too much and now I feel so stupid and a little gutted.
Killian was the first guy I felt a connection with, emotionally as well as physical. Images of him walking into the bathroom and kissing me without a care in the world, him standing naked, his body pressed against mine.
I can feel the ache build between my thighs but I shake my head, getting rid of the sexual images of him. I wash my hair and scrub my body clean before stepping out, drying myself then getting into my warm, comfy PJs.
Grabbing a bottle of prosecco, the only wine I like and two glasses I head to the living room sitting on the couch putting on Friends as I pour myself a hefty glass. Taking a sip, I lean back, but my brain won’t shut off.
Five minutes of sitting there quietly, just staring into space, my door opens and walks in Hannah, taking her coat off showing off her own PJs.
“You need to tell me everything. Don’t miss anything out.” She pours herself a glass of wine and gets comfortable on the couch, her legs tucked under her, as she looks at me.
“It was more than I expected to be,” I tell her, clearing my throat.
“Did you watch couples?” I take another sip of my wine nodding. “Come on you can’t leave me hanging here.” She begs.
“It was like a hotel but with people who have different kinks and fetishes.”
“I kind of gathered that bit from the questionnaire, but tell me what kinks did you see,” I tell her the rooms I went into and when I tell her about the golden shower room, her face scrunches up. “I feel sorry for the people who have to clean the sheets. If Drew ever wanted to pee on me I would tell him he can do that elsewhere.” She shakes her head.
“So, did you get involved with anyone while you were there?” I bite my lip. “Holy fuck, you did. It was a girl, right?” She giggles taking another sip from her glass.
“There was a girl, but a guy also.”
“Too bad for the guy then, was he okay not being involved?” I hesitate on how much I want to say but Hannah is my best friend, why should I not tell her?
“He was okay with it, but as the night went on, things started to change.”
“How do you mean?” She tops up our glasses.
“I started to like him.” Hannah almost chokes on her drink; her eyes bulge out on me. “Are you okay?” I tap her back.
“I’m fine, but I’m shocked. I love you, Angel, you know I would never judge you but I just assumed you were a lesbian in denial or something as you would rather get all sexed up with a girl than the guy.”
“You know it’s because I find it cheating if I got with the guy.”
“But if you switch it the other way around it’s like you’re helping the girl cheat. You like girls more. I accepted it.” I stay quiet, not in the mood to argue over this. “This guy must really be special.”
I shrug. “I guess he was.”
“But he fucked up though, right?” I look to her. “It doesn’t take a scientist to guess something happened. If you were having a blast you wouldn’t have left. You would be gushing about him.”
“I let him fuck me.” I blurt out.
“You need to stop blurting these out when I’m not ready or I’m going to have a heart attack.” She presses her hand against her chest. “You let a guy inside you?” I nod. “Fuck.” She pauses. “Was he good?”
“He really was. It was so good, I felt like I died and went to heaven. It was mind-blowing, the best I ever had.” I sigh.
“The best fuck of your life, fucked up how?”
“He literally came inside me then left, as I was suspended from the ceiling and blindfolded.”
“You were suspended from the ceiling and blindfolded? Right, you need to explain that to me.” I tell her about people signing up to be in the rooms, I tell her about the ones I went in, about Killian in the bathroom, then when he came to my room. I told her everything. With the look she is giving me, I feel like I just told her about one of my books and not my life story.
“Now you see why I left.” I down my drink and she does the same.
“Holy shit, you got whipped and caned? And let people, strangers watch you get it on? I wish you filmed it as I am still having trouble getting my head around it. From what you have told me, it sounded like he was head over heels into you.”
“I was obviously a challenge for him.”
“I think there’s more to it. We are thirty years old, not teenagers, surely men have got over their asshole ways and not do a runner.” I am about to reply when I hear a ping on my phone and I see it’s a message from Tinder. I go on the app and delete it. I don’t want them having any way of getting in touch with me.
I don’t want to be tempted to see what the messages say.
“It was them, wasn’t it?” Hannah asks me.
“I deleted the app.”
“Why? What if he wants to apologise?”
“It’s too late. I am not letting a guy fuck me and think he has power over me. He fucked up, he lost the best thing that ever happened to him.” I say proudly.
“Doesn’t he still have Violet?”
“She’s more into women, she sleeps with him when at the club.” Hannah nods.
“I still can’t believe this has actually happened. It’s crazy.”
“Tell me about it. Now that I’m home, I feel like I dreamt it all or something.”
“Least you experienced it and can say you were adventurous. Next weekend you and I are so going out. After all that I need a good drink and dance. Is it okay if I sleep over, not in the mood to go home now?” She giggles.
“You know you don’t have to ask.” She stands to give me a hug.
“I love you and I am going to bed. My head is still going through this.”
“Join the club.” We laugh. I watch her go to the spare room then I head to mine. Lying in bed, hugging my sheets to me, I feel like I’m different in some way but I can’t explain it. That place has changed me, I don’t know if it is a good thing or not, but I know that men are dickheads, I go to sleep of images of Killian’s eyes on me.
A week has flown by and I have got back into my old routine. I have started writing my next book, the muse speaking out to me. I am definitely writing about the experience I went through. Everyone will think it’s a story made up but I will know it’s not. I need this chapter of my life out of my system, to let all the pent up emotion I am feeling out.
Looking at my writing board, all my sticky notes, I feel that I have over plotted my book but I don’t want to miss anything . I am thinking of names for my characters when Hannah walks in, looking at me with a disappointed look.
“I told you to be ready for seven.” I look at the clock and see it's ten minutes after. Where has the day gone? I guess I was too invested in my story.
“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy, give me twenty minutes.” I quickly hit save and run to the shower, having a quick one, before going to my closet wearing a short black dress with suede heels. I am blow-drying my hair when I see Hannah standing in the door way.
“I have read through your notes. The book sounds like it’s going to be amazing.” She shouts over the noise. I turn it off, grabbing my brush.
“I like to think I try hard with all my books.”
“I know you do, but this one sounds so interesting and everyone is into kinky shit now. I like that you put me in it.” She winks at me.
“How do you know I put you in it?”
“I am the best friend, so I knew it was me. Just make sure I come out as funny but intriguing. Sexy but not in your face kind of way.”
I laugh at her. “I w
ill try my best.” I quickly do my makeup and grab my bag and phone. “Do I look okay?” I ask her.
“You always look amazing, it’s unfair. You can look like a slob then like a goddess in two minutes. You have a gift.” I wave her off.
Heading out, we go to our usual pubs and of course we head to our favourite club at the end of the night, I have drunk more than I should have, feeling tipsy, but I haven’t thought about Violet, Killian or kink mansions for hours.
I am at the bar waiting to get served when I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn to see Lewis and Hilary smiling hugely at me. “We thought it was you.” Hilary hugs me tightly. I look to them both and it feels like forever ago when I was last with them.
“Hey, you both having fun?” I ask them.
“Better now that we have bumped into you,” Hilary says softly.
“We haven’t stopped thinking about last time,” Lewis says with a blush.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” I give them a wink.
“Well, we have something to ask,” Lewis says in a shaky voice.
“What’s up.” I turn so I’m facing them.
“We want to know if it can happen again.” He pauses and looks to Hilary. “I want to know if you and Hilary could do stuff.” Stuff? The drink inside me is making my head fuzzy and I almost laugh at the word stuff. Bless him. You can tell he’s nervous. I look to Hilary who is watching me and normally I would love that I didn’t have to try to get a couple to join me, but I don’t know if I am in the right frame of mind to join them.
“Let me go speak to my friend, stay here.”
“Is she into this stuff?” Hilary asks. It’s the stuff word again that I hold back to shaking my head at them.
“No, she’s very vanilla, but she knows what I’m into. She knows how to keep a secret.” I smile sweetly at them and walk off to the far end of the room where Hannah is sitting.
“Where're our drinks?” She asks pouting.