“A pleasure,” Sophia said, wondering if good friend was code for anything more, and then telling herself to cut it out. She had no exclusivity rights, through her own choice.
Elizabeth took both of Sophia’s hands in hers. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you. I haven’t seen Nicholas so smitten since…” She paused, furrowing her perfectly arched eyebrows. “Well, since ever, actually,” she finished with a musical laugh.
Nick laughed, too. “Guilty as charged.” He put his arm around Sophia, pulling her close.
Sophia leaned into him, feeling ridiculously happy and pleased, in spite of her promises to herself to keep her emotional distance.
“Is the room set up?” Nick asked Elizabeth.
“You betcha, boss,” Elizabeth said with a conspiratorial grin. “Including a gear bag with the requested items.”
“Excellent. Thank you, Elizabeth.”
“The room?” Sophia asked, curious. “What room?”
Nick tightened his grip around her shoulders. “You’ll see. But first, how about a quick tour?”
“I’d love that,” Sophia agreed eagerly.
They stepped into an elegant living room furnished with fine antiques beautifully upholstered in silk and leather. Oil paintings were framed in gold gilt against cream-colored walls. People were seated here and there about the room. A man in black dinner jacket with jeweled cufflinks glittering at his wrists reclined on a leather divan, a naked woman kneeling on the carpet at his feet, her head resting on one of his knees. He was talking quietly to another man seated in an armchair across from him, a wineglass in his hand. He wore black leather pants and a red silk pirate’s shirt, the laces opened to reveal tufts of gray curls at his chest.
In another grouping sat two women, both dressed in elegant designer suits and sophisticated gold jewelry, as if they’d come straight from Wall Street or a fancy law office. They were attended by very handsome, younger men, both in white shorts, their smooth, tan chests bare.
On closer inspection of the room, Sophia saw the St. Andrew’s crosses, one on either side of an ornate Italian Renaissance marble fireplace. She noted the slave cages set at various intervals around the space, some tall and narrow, some long and low. Two of them were occupied.
A naked woman was inside a standing cage, her back to them, her fingers tight around the bars. Her bare bottom showed evidence of a recent, rather severe caning. The other, nude save for a leather harness and slave collar, was lying on a thick pad in a sleep cage, her eyes closed, a half smile on her face.
Neither Nick nor Elizabeth paid the slightest attention to them. “Along with its being an informal gathering place,” Elizabeth was saying, “we hold slave auctions in this room. We also host the occasional party or wedding ceremony for those of our guests who like whips and chains as part of their festivities.”
“And who doesn’t?” Sophia couldn’t help but quip.
“Indeed,” Nick agreed with a laugh.
“Most of our play spaces are private dungeons available by appointment,” Nick added as they walked through the room toward a wide, curving staircase of beautiful mahogany. “We also have bedrooms on the fourth floor for members who come in from out of town, or just want to stay overnight.”
The second floor consisted of private dungeons with equipment to rival anything on Desire Island, with an added overlay of opulence. They were only able to view a couple of the rooms, as the others were occupied. Sophia was becoming increasingly aroused, both by the BDSM equipment with all its potential, and the sounds of snapping leather and cries of erotic pain from behind closed doors.
“Which room are we going in?” she pressed, curiosity getting the better of her.
“Patience is a virtue in a submissive,” Nick teased.
“Good thing I’m not a sub,” Sophia retorted with a grin.
Nick chuckled. “You’re incorrigible.”
Elizabeth bid them a good night as they ascended the stairs to the third floor. “The rooms on this floor are more specialized,” Nick explained. “A hot wax room, a medical exam room, a cross-dressing room, a mirrored room with a suspension rack at its center so you can see and torture your slave girl from every angle.”
“Oooh,” Sophia breathed. “That sounds hot. We going there?”
“Nope,” Nick replied cryptically. He led her past several closed doors to the door at the end of the long hall. “This is where we’re going. I had it designed especially with you in mind. I haven’t seen it yet, either. Hopefully, Elizabeth made sure all my specifications were met.”
He opened the door and flicked on the light.
The space was a nearly exact replica of the vacuum bed chamber on Desire Island. It had the same counter at the back and recovery couch on a side wall. Just like the one at the resort, there was a vacuum bed set on a raised platform covered in black latex, a clear sheet of latex over the top. A small gear bag sat waiting nearby, as promised.
“Whoa,” Sophia exclaimed. “It’s like you airlifted this whole thing from the Outer Banks.”
“I got the specs on the vacuum bed from the resort management, and sent them, along with a detailed description of what I wanted, to Elizabeth. She took care of the rest,” Nick replied as he closed the door and turned the lock. “I’m thinking of adding a vacuum bed chamber in all my clubs.”
“Cool,” Sophia enthused, moving closer. Her juices were already flowing with anticipation. She couldn’t wait for the intense sensory deprivation experience.
“For the next half hour,” Nick said, “you will be my willing and compliant sex slave. Your first task is to strip and get on your knees.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sophia agreed willingly, her nipples hard against the black lacy bra under her red silk.
To her delight, Nick, too, removed his clothing. She admired his long, lean body as she stripped. His cock was already semi-erect. Her cunt tightened at the sight.
“On your knees,” he reminded her in an imperious tone, his dark eyes hooding with lust.
She dropped at once to the yoga mat at his feet, her mouth watering with anticipation. She reached out, eager to cradle his balls and grip his shaft.
But he stopped her, placing a hand on her head. “No hands,” he directed in a low, sexy voice. “Put them behind your back and keep them there until I direct you otherwise.”
“Yes, Sir,” Sophia replied, gripping her forearms behind her back with the opposite hand to give herself balance.
Nick reached for her hair, gripping a handful of curls in his strong fingers. He pulled her head forward, guiding her mouth to his cock, now fully erect. She parted her lips, savoring the sweet weight of his shaft on her tongue as it glided back until the head was lodged in her throat.
She closed her eyes as he thrust slowly in and out of her mouth, his fingers still tangled in her hair. It wasn’t long before he was panting, his thrusts more insistent.
“Look at me,” he commanded in a low, throaty voice. “I want to look into your beautiful eyes while I fuck your mouth with my cock.”
A jolt of submissive lust hurtled through Sophia at his words, making her entire body throb with need. He locked his eyes on hers as he thrust in her mouth. She stared back, mesmerized as he gazed directly into her soul.
All at once, his body stiffened and, with a cry, he jerked forward, climaxing in a series of powerful spasms. Sophia did her best to swallow, startled by the suddenness of his ejaculation.
Apparently, he hadn’t expected to come quite so quickly either, because he barked a laugh and said, “That caught me by surprise.” He untangled his fingers from her hair and took a step back. “I guess it’s a good thing. It’ll take the edge off so I can take my time with you.”
He held out his hand. Sophia let go of her arms from behind her back and allowed him to pull her upright. She couldn’t help but grin, delighted that Nick had been so aroused that he couldn’t contain himself.
“Lie down on the bed, sexy girl,” he instructed, leading her
to the platform. “What I have in mind will make our previous vacuum bed session seem like vanilla missionary play. I’m going to take you further than you think you can go, and then just a little past that.”
An involuntary shudder of nervous excitement passed through Sophia’s frame. “Sounds kind of scary,” she blurted, hugging herself.
He moved closer, standing directly in front of her. He placed a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His eyes were glittering, his lips lifted in a sensual, cruel smile. “A little fear is a good thing,” he said in a soft voice tinged with steel.
Though she trusted him implicitly, Sophia swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
~*~
Sophia looked so sexy, her lightly tanned skin and pink nipples a pleasing contrast to the shiny black latex beneath her. They’d talked over dinner about their relationship going forward. And while Nick wasn’t especially happy with her assertion that “friends with benefits” was the way to go, he wasn’t in a position at the moment to press the issue.
It was ironic. He’d always been the one in past relationships to try to slow the tide of emotions. He hadn’t wanted to get tied down to any one woman, especially given his rigorous work schedule and periodic need to travel. He’d even been thinking of suggesting to Sophia that they take their time, now that they were both back in the city.
But when she’d been the one to say, without a hint of anger or resentment, that she understood his work came first in his life, he’d very nearly argued that no, she came first.
Which was insane, given that they’d only known each other such a short time.
Though, as Elizabeth, a one-time lover and still a good friend, had pointed out once to him—BDSM relationships were like vanilla relationships on steroids. A first date involving rope and a flogger was, by its very nature, more intimate and intense than dinner and a movie.
Whatever happened going forward, he was super turned on at the moment, despite his recent orgasm. Already, his cock was tingling, his balls tightening in anticipation of what he had planned for her.
He reached into his gear bag and pulled out the small pillow he’d packed for the scene. “Lift your ass,” he directed. “I’ll want better access during this session than we had back at the resort.”
Sophia looked confused. “But the latex,” she began.
“This will be a little different than last time,” he interrupted. “You’ll see. Now, do as you’re told.”
Sophia obligingly lifted her ass, allowing Nick to slide the plump pillow underneath her, forcing her hips up.
“Good. Now, spread your legs as wide as you can while still keeping them on the bed. As she complied, he added, “You’ve already demonstrated you can take quite a lot. Tonight, I want to push you to the very edge. I want to test your limits of erotic pain and pleasure. Do I have your permission?”
“Yes, Sir,” Sophia said, her eyes shining, her lips softly parted. “Yes, please, Sir,” she added with a small, saucy grin.
Nick smiled back, his eyes narrowing with anticipation. “Excellent. I’m going to pull up the latex top sheet and zip you in place. There’s already a hole cut for your mouth. Before I turn on the pump, I need to make a few additional alterations.”
He pulled out a pair of scissors and a Sharpie pen. Sophia’s eyes widened in question. Before she could ask, he said, “I want access to your pretty little cunt, not to mention those lovely nipples.” He crouched beside her and pulled the latex loosely over her to mark the right spots. He drew strategic circles and set the pen aside. Lifting the latex sheet, he cut the holes he’d marked.
“Remember,” he said as he pulled the latex sheet up over her body once more. “If you don’t feel you can speak, your safe signal is to waggle your tongue. Got that?”
Sophia nodded, a combination of fear and excitement radiating from her in almost-tangible waves.
He placed a sleep mask over her eyes. “I’m going to seal you in now and turn on the pump.” Getting to his feet, he zipped the latex closed around the perimeter of the bed. He adjusted the top sheet until the holes were properly aligned over her mouth, breasts and cunt.
“Stick out your tongue if you’re ready to begin,” Nick directed, his finger on the switch that would activate the pump.
Her pretty pink tongue appeared from between pouting lips.
He flicked the switch and the pump came to life. Its vacuum-cleaner hum filled the room as it sucked the air from between the layers of latex, effectively shrink-wrapping the naked girl.
He started at her breasts, which rose in luscious, rounded mounds above the latex, her nipples fully erect. He took two individual clover clamps from his bag. Pulling each nipple taut in turn, he pressed open the clamp and let it close again, catching and compressing each nipple in the process.
Sophia moaned through the aperture in the latex, the sound one of both pleasure and pain unique to sexual masochists. Satisfied with his handiwork, Nick retrieved the rabbit vibrator from his bag and crouched at the base of the bed. After lubing both the phallus and the clit stimulator, he eased the phallus carefully inside her and positioned the rabbit ears snuggly against her clit.
Getting to his feet, he took a step back to survey the lovely, bound girl. She looked phenomenally sexy—immobilized in latex, her nipples clamped, her cunt stuffed, her mouth in a pout as if waiting for a kiss. She was completely at his mercy, and he planned to make the most of it.
Returning the lube to the gear bag, he pulled out the rabbit’s remote, along with his favorite single tail whip. He turned the remote to its lowest setting, causing Sophia to jerk beneath the latex. Taking a step back, he snapped the whip experimentally against her right breast, careful to avoid the clamp.
She gave a small cry as she registered the pain. A lovely red mark appeared where the tip of the leather whip had made contact.
He gave her left breast a matching mark and whipped his way along her torso and down to her mons. Then he turned up the remote a notch, pulling a sexy moan from his captive’s lips.
Added pleasure called for additional pain. He snapped the whip against her thighs and the soles of her latex-covered feet. That got a strong response, as he’d known it would, her cry far louder than before.
He turned up the remote another notch to distract her, and then reached once more into his goody bag. He pulled out a very thin, whippy cane, perfect for marking tender breasts.
He whipped it in the air near her ear, curious if she could hear its whistle over the sound of the pump. Apparently, she could, because she reacted to the sound by tensing and emitting a small cry of alarm—or was it anticipation?
Setting the cane aside for the moment, he regarded her compressed nipples. While she could have withstood that particular torture longer since her nipples had surely numbed by now, he didn’t want the clamps interfering with the cane.
Crouching beside her, he grasped each clamp between thumb and forefinger. He compressed the springs to release her nipples from their vise-like grip. As the blood flowed back, Sophia yelped, probably as much from surprise as pain.
He quickly cupped her breasts, gently massaging the nipples with his palms. Bending over her, he kissed and licked each tortured nipple until her cries segued into sighs of pleasure.
His cock throbbing, he picked up the cane again and flicked the whippy rattan rod against the creamy mounds, leaving narrow red welts behind. Unable to resist in any way, Sophia squealed and moaned in her latex body sheath.
With the pain came more pleasure. He turned up the rabbit another notch, and Sophia emitted a low, guttural sound, like a cat in heat.
Crouching at the base of the bed, he flicked the cane at her spread thighs as the vibrator pulsed at her cunt. As welts rose on her skin beneath the latex, he turned up the vibrator to its highest level.
Getting to his feet, he walked around the bed, flicking the cane over her immobilized form. Her nipples were hard as pebbles, her entire body trembling, a steady moan issuin
g from her lips. Sophia twitched and cried out at each cruel flick of the cane. At the same time, the vibrator was drawing her inexorably toward climax. Her moans and breathy sighs were like fingers massaging his cock. If he so much as touched himself, he would explode.
As he moved around her, he kept a careful eye on her face, listening for her safeword, watching for her safe signal, but Sophia held out. He’d never been with anyone before who could take as much as she could. She was fucking awesome.
The pleasure was now overtaking the pain. Sophia writhed beneath the latex, her orgasmic cry a keening wail. The cane fell from Nick’s hand as he watched in admiration and delight. His cock was hard as steel, his own recent climax notwithstanding. He couldn’t wait to make proper love to this sensual, responsive woman.
Deciding she’d had enough, he flicked off the vibrator and gently pulled it from her body. He considered climbing over her then and there. He would thrust himself into the hole he’d cut away while she remained captive beneath the latex, still wracked with post-orgasmic aftershocks.
But he wanted more than that with Sophia. He wanted more than to use her body solely for his own sadistic and sexual pleasure. He would take her up to one of the VIP bedrooms on the top floor of the club. There, he would make love to her. Slow, delicious, intimate love.
He flicked off the pump, releasing the suction that held her down. In the sudden silence, he asked, “You all right, Sophia?”
“Hmmm.”
Nick unzipped the latex and peeled it back. Sophia’s body was sheened with sweat, her cheeks flushed, her nipples still at full attention. He gently lifted the sleep mask from her eyes.
She squinted up at him with a sexy, sleepy smile.
“Hey, you,” he said, a sudden tenderness nearly overwhelming him. What was happening to him?
Gently, he slipped an arm beneath her shoulders and helped her to a sitting position. As he tucked a curl behind one seashell pink, perfect ear, he asked again, “You okay, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she sighed, still smiling that dreamy smile. Her blue-green eyes sparkled like sea glass. “Nick, that was incredible. Let’s do it again.”
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