Winning Streak

by Alice Ward

I swallowed hard, trying to force my heart back into my chest. “Okay, but just to check it out. Not to stay.”

  He picked up the bag of items he'd purchased and slid his free hand around mine, linking our fingers together. My clit pulsated against my panties as we touched. His smile was so delicious, so dangerously sexy I knew I couldn’t say no to him much longer.

  He pushed open the doors with his shoulder, handed our cards to a large man who sat on a white leather covered stool. “Stay as long as you like,” he said and motioned us through another set of doors. The tile floors were so shiny they sparkled against the warm lights hung on the wall of the long corridor. A strong scent of lavender filled the room, and it somehow reminded me of the spa I used to frequent in Atlanta when I had money.

  What was this place? I was looking for the special toys, the movies, and possibly even a peep show or strip club to be inside. But as we walked down a long, narrow corridor toward pulsating music, I wasn’t sure what to expect.

  My grip tightened on Todd’s hand. “What is this?”

  He shrugged his shoulders. It was obvious by his expression he wasn’t entirely sure either. The long hallway finally ended, dropping us into a large, round room with a stage and several tables surrounding a dance floor. My jaw dropped as my eyes rested on the couple on the stage. A woman with long red hair was spread out on a cushiony mattress. Her body was magnificent, fully nude. The man standing above her held a burning candle, dripping the wax onto her skin, leaving red marks from the heat before the wax dried. I watched her squirm, contort toward the flame, and almost beg for the painful pleasure. My hand loosened from Todd’s, moved quickly to my mouth to cover the shocked look on my face.

  “A sex club?” Todd said, sounding more like he was asking a question than making a statement. A deep chuckle sounded from his lips, then he gripped my free hand, tugging me toward a table.

  “Did you know?” I asked.

  “That this was a sex club? No. I just came in here because I saw your cab drop you off.”

  The music was so loud it vibrated my skin. I stared into Todd’s eyes as we took a seat at the table near the front of the stage. It was exciting. I was excited. But, I still wasn’t sure I wanted him to know that.

  He sat the bag of toys on the table. Their presence teased me. My pussy twitched at the thought of Todd using the handcuffs on me and rolling the vibrator around my skin. I was eager to learn where my erogenous zones were, the ones he'd told me I had no idea about. Yes, I wanted to be here. Just as much as Todd. He was right. I needed to relax.

  Todd’s eyes remained on me, even with the sexual atmosphere surrounding us. Mine wandered. The image of the naked woman on stage, her pussy open for all to see, and the man dripping hot wax so close to her delicate flesh was stirring a variety of emotions inside of me. I’d never been anywhere like this. I’d never seen anything like this before. People danced to the music, lost in their own worlds. Some dressed, some not so dressed. It was bizarre but exciting.

  Todd’s hand rested on my leg, the weight of it somehow making me relax. The tingling in my skin from anxiety calmed with his touch, arousing a new kind of sensation between my legs. “Let’s dance,” he said, standing from his seat.

  My leg instantly missed the warmth of his hand. I shook my head. I could feel my cheeks turning red with heat. Watching was one thing. Participating was another.

  He gripped my hand, not taking no for an answer, and pulled me up from my chair. “One dance,” he insisted. God, that dimple was back. I’d marry that dimple if I could.

  He led me to the dance floor. His arms wrapped around my body, pulling me in tight against his hard chest. The tightness in his jeans that I’d admired on the plane returned and his cock pressed into the soft flesh of my belly. I was lost in his scent, his touch, his sexuality. Everyone in the room disappeared, and it was just me and Todd on that dance floor as he swayed me back and forth.

  My body reacted to his touch. His hands gripped my ass cheeks, my body lifted toward his. His hips rocked into me, my hips grinding with the same motion. It was as if I’d become his puppet, following his every move on the floor.

  I looked up and into his eyes. They were so blue they made my heart ache to stare into them. His lips were so full, so eager to taste me. All I wanted was to taste him.

  “Can I kiss you, Katrina?” he asked softly.

  My nipples tightened against my blouse just as my fingers dug into his skin. I nodded, wanting his lips against mine more than anything.

  His eyes narrowed as he lowered his mouth to me. I lifted up onto my tippy-toes to meet him halfway. I didn’t want to close my eyes. I wanted to watch this beautiful man kiss me. I wanted to watch his lips part, his eyes flicker behind his lids. I didn’t want to miss a thing.

  Instantly, my body released a wave of electricity as our lips met. The kiss was more than expected, filled with emotion, passion, and desire I hadn’t thought possible. My arms wrapped around his neck, my fingers slid into his short, groomed hair, and my body pressed hard against his erection. Wow, just fuckin’ wow!

  CHAPTER NINE

  Todd

  My dick felt like it was going to rip the denim away from it with one more pulse. I pulled back from Katrina, stared into her eyes, and hoped she felt the same strong chemistry I had with that kiss. That amazing fuckin’ kiss!

  Her eyes looked dazed and full of confusion. Yes, she felt it too.

  I hadn’t realized I’d backed her from the dance floor and up against a wall. Our mouths had locked together, our bodies melted into one, and everything, everyone else disappeared.

  “Excuse me.” A man in a white suit tapped me on the shoulder.

  I still hadn’t spoken, neither had Katrina.

  “Yes,” I said quickly, suddenly worried that maybe we’d crossed a line here or something, although I couldn’t imagine how a kiss could be offensive in this place.

  “I couldn’t help but notice the strong sexual tension between you two. Would you be interested in renting one of our special rooms?” he asked.

  Relief flooded over me, but then a new tension arrived. A special room? Like a fuck room? My eyes stared into Katrina’s. Her lips were still parted, her breathing still labored. Damn, she was so fuckin’ sexy.

  “Would you?” I asked, softly, fearing that I was overstepping.

  Her eyes sparkled against the lights circling the dance floor. I watched carefully as her lips curled into a smile, and she barely nodded. Was that a yes? Holy shit!

  “Yes. We’d like that,” I replied to the man.

  His smile was welcoming, putting both Katrina and myself at ease. I’d spent time in sex clubs before, but never with a woman as classy as Katrina. I couldn’t believe she was agreeing to stay here with me, to experiment something I knew was too far out of her comfort zone to even comprehend. I wanted to ask her if she was sure but feared she might change her mind. I’d take her home if she panicked once we were in the room. I loved pushing her past her limits, but only if she wanted me to.

  The man motioned for us to follow him up a winding staircase and down a long wooden hallway. He opened a set of blue doors, revealing the special room he had to offer. It was wildly sexy, filled with a variety of toys, lotions, and contraceptives. I looked toward Katrina, who was now searching the room with panicked eyes. Maybe she wasn’t ready for this. This was too much. I'd pushed too hard, too fast.

  “The rooms are thoroughly cleaned after each guest checks out. You will find everything you need. Use only what you want, leaving the other items in their secured packaging. You will be billed only for what you use, or what you open. Any items you use are yours to keep. If you do not want to keep them, we will properly dispose of them for you once you leave. There is a bed, a massage table, a variety of chairs, sex swings, and a full bathroom for your convenience, or your pleasure.”

  I handed him my credit card once he completed his instructions. My heart raced as he closed the door. I watched Katrina take a step forward. H
er hand reached out, grazing the leather whip that hung on the wall.

  “You into whips and chains?” I asked, half chuckling as I spoke.

  She was so meek, so mild, I couldn’t imagine her into anything beyond an occasional toy, probably played with in the bathtub at home. She shook her head. Her cheeks were bright red, but her eyes had lost that panicked look. She looked excited. Was she excited?

  “Can I?” I asked, stepping toward her. I reached up, gripped the tight clip she had holding her hair into a loose bun and released it. Her hair fell past her shoulders and down her back sending an instant rush of blood to my dick. “You’re beautiful.”

  I wanted to kiss her again. But I needed to know if she really wanted to be here. She was hard to read, and I wasn’t going to assume anything.

  “Are you sure you want to be here?”

  She nodded. The innocence in her eyes turned me on like a light switch. Katrina Delaney wasn’t an ordinary woman. She was professional, smart, tough, but also sweet, innocent, beautiful. She was a challenge that I couldn’t walk away from. I wanted to push her past her limits and to bring her pleasures she’d never experienced before. I wanted to make her feel as good as she made me feel, even better if possible.

  I moved toward her, my eyes locked onto hers. Those sweet pink painted lips that tasted so delicious on the dance floor were still teasing me. “I want to taste you again.” I leaned in, pulling her close with my arms clasped around her tiny waist.

  Her eyes closed, her head fell back, and her lips parted. I leaned in, slowly grazed my lips against hers, and teased her tongue with quick flicks from mine. I pulled back, watched the sweet desire forming on her face, the yearning she felt for me so evident, and the utter disappointment of my moving away displayed so openly in her eyes as they widened. Fuck, my cock was ready to explode.

  “You ever submit to a man?” I asked softly. Her eyes widened, her cheeks reddened, and she shook her head. “You just keep eyeing those whips.” I smiled to show I was teasing.

  She made a soft sound that was probably supposed to be a laugh. “Do you want me to submit to you?”

  Blood rushed to my dick, filling it to a painful level of excitement. Yes, I wanted that more than anything right at that moment. I couldn’t believe she was considering it. Or was she just playing with me? Teasing me?

  “I’ll let you choose the toys,” I said, releasing my grip on her.

  I watched as she fingered each toy, her teeth sinking onto her lower lip, and her eyes lingering on each one as if she was imagining how it’d feel.

  "This one,” she said, her voice suddenly filled with a strength I found highly erotic.

  I took the soft feather duster from her hand and smiled. Simple. Not exactly exciting. But it still meant she was allowing me to pleasure her body. “And this,” she handed me a small leather flogger. Now you’re talking, sweetheart.

  “Really?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise. She blushed, moved her eyes away from me and onto the massage table.

  “Can I restrain you?” I asked, my dick jumping at my words.

  She nodded. “But you have to be nice.”

  “Oh, I plan to be more than nice. You tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. We need a safe word.”

  Her eyes widened. They were so innocent, so trusting. I wanted desperately to please her.

  “Baseball,” she said quickly.

  I laughed. “Okay. If I do anything you’re not comfortable with, say baseball.”

  I set the toys aside, moved toward her, and gripped her chin in my hand. I brought her mouth up to mine, kissing her sweet lips with more passion than I’d felt on any skydive, motorcycle ride, or even during any game.

  “You’re amazing,” I whispered, letting my hands move to the buttons on her blouse. Each one felt like a sweet victory as it was released. The last one unbuttoned, I pushed the blouse away from her silky smooth skin. A lace bra, pink, covered her full breasts. I stood back for a moment to take in the beauty of her image. Wow.

  “Do you want me to undress?” she asked, her tone flirty and sexy enough to cause me to come in my pants. Slow down, Morris. I wanted to cherish this moment for as long as possible. I dug deep for my endurance, my stamina, and managed to work some of the excitement from my cock.

  “Yes.”

  Katrina reached behind her back, unsnapped the lace bra, and let it fall to the floor near her feet. Her breasts were magnificent, round and full. My eyes struggled to leave the beautiful mounds she’d just exposed but couldn’t help but follow her hands to her skirt. A quick unzip, and it was on the floor, around her ankles, leaving her standing before me in high heels and pink silk panties. My mouth watered at the sight of her pussy pushing against the thin material. She stepped out of her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the sides of the waistband and teased me as she playfully pulled the material away from her skin.

  “Leave them on… for now,” I said, knowing that anticipation would only create more excitement for both of us.

  I kicked off my shoes and stripped out of my t-shirt, then unfastened my pants, dropping them to my ankles. I kicked them off and watched her eyes linger on the package not very well hidden beneath my briefs. She licked her lips slowly as she stared. I wanted to unleash my cock. It was painfully pressed against the cotton of my briefs, but I wanted to tease her like she was teasing me. Nope, they stay on. For now.

  “On the table.”

  She didn’t hesitate to follow orders. She climbed on the table, laid on her back, giving me full access to her sweet spots. I pulled the handcuffs from the bag and carefully slid them onto her wrists. I pulled her hands above her head, fastening the cuffs to the convenient bars on the wall. I smiled as she seemed to grow nervous.

  “Remember, just tell me to stop, and I’ll stop. Promise.”

  She nodded, bit her bottom lip into her mouth, and let out a sweet sigh.

  The feather duster seemed like the best place to start. I’d only had a few experiences like this, but she somehow made it feel new and more exciting than the others. Her body squirmed as I barely brushed the soft feathers against her skin. I started at her calves, working between her thighs, teasing each of her breasts equally. My mouth lowered, and my lips latched onto her nipple, tugging hard as I sucked the sweet flesh. She moaned, making my cock twitch. I needed more.

  I picked up a long stick from the toy box. It had a round foam tip and a switch on the side of the long shaft. A vibrator. Perfect.

  I removed it from its packaging, then used one of the bacterial wipes available to clean it thoroughly, just in case. I turned it on, let Katrina hear the buzz of the small motor and then lowered it to her belly. I circled the sweet indent of her belly button and then brought it up to her tightened nipples. She arched her back, pulling at the restraints as she stared into my eyes. Fuck!

  I took the toy away, leaned down and kissed those magnificent lips once again. As she entangled her tongue around mine, I slid the stick between her legs, letting the vibrations pulsate against her pink panties. Her legs clamped closed against my hand, her ass lifting from the table as she ground into the toy. Moans rolled through her body and escaped past her lips as she released our kiss and let out the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

  She was still twitching when I reached into the bag and pulled out the toy we bought. I turned it on, rolled it up her arm, and back down again. Against her underarm, she giggled, but sighed as I traced it along her ribs. It was fascinating to watch the device in contrast to her soft skin as I ran it up to her neck, covering every inch of skin. I calmed her sexually tortured body, soothing her with the soft vibrations of the toy. I rolled it around her breasts, not on them, just around. I was loving the exploration of her body. Watching her squirm, moan, and grind was breathtaking.

  “Does that feel good?” I asked.

  She nodded, making little sounds that spoke to something deep inside of me.

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  She shook her head, her eyes h
ooded with passion.

  I slid my briefs off, exposing my hard erection and her eyes widened. I smiled at her, moved to the lower end of the table, and rolled the little ball down her thighs and against her silk panties.

  Her hips ground toward my hand, the toy. The vibrations teased her flesh, the tiny nubs massaging it as she tensed. My eyes moved along her body, the slender waist, the firm breasts that heaved with delight, and fell onto her eyes. Her lips were parted, her tongue limp in her mouth as I worked the toy around her clit.

  I set the toy aside, turning it off and listening to only the sweet sighs coming from her mouth. I gripped her panties, pulling them down her legs. Her thighs fell open, exposing the sweet flesh I craved. Her clit was swollen and pink, peeking out from beneath the thin strip of blonde hair. My God, she was beautiful. My hands pushed at her thighs, opening her legs as wide as possible before they fell from the table to each side. My fingers slid between her soft folds, flicked at her swollen clit, and watched as she bucked toward me.

  “You want me to lick that pretty pussy?” I asked, licking my lips in anticipation.

  She gasped out a, “Yes.”

  “Don’t come, or I’ll have to spank you,” I teased as I lowered my mouth between her legs.

  My tongue glided along her inner thigh, closing in on the sweetness of her swollen flesh. My cock ached as I got my first taste. She was so sweet, so perfect, I wanted to be inside of her.

  She arched her back, lifting her ass from the table and pushing her pussy hard against my mouth. I sucked her clit, tugging it with my lips as I massaged it with my tongue, causing her to shake with excitement. I felt her orgasm releasing with tiny pulsations that she could no longer control. I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucked again hard before sliding a finger deep inside of her wet pussy. Her throbbing body welcomed my finger, pulling me deeper inside her as loud moans escaped her lips.

  I didn’t give her time to calm before releasing her cuffs. “Turn over,” I commanded.

  She blushed, but obliged, and rolled on her stomach, her perfect ass in the air, her sweet pussy barely tucked between her cheeks. I gripped the flogger she’d chosen and gave her a soft tap. I knew her skin was still tingling from her orgasm, and that any sensation was overly stimulating, so I wanted to start out slow.