by JA Low
She has a British accent, hottest fucking thing in the word, I think I could just come from listening to her. According to Derrick she is royalty. I knew she had an estate but I didn’t realize it was because she was a royal. I thought she was just rich and came from old money. That’s why Derrick keeps calling her princess. She’s definitely not one, so she tells us. She is a lady and one day will be a duchess when she takes over the estate from her father. Not like we haven't met royalty before but none that were this hot.
I haven’t been able to get back to her to continue chatting. Once the girls were on the dance floor that is kind of where they stayed. I did notice that she kept taking sneaky looks my way during the night. And any time I caught her, her cheeks would turn pink. Fuck, if that didn’t get my dick hard. I started to imagine what other things I could turn pink, or what I could do to her to keep those rosy cheeks pink, my imagination is limitless.
“There are limousines waiting downstairs for us to take whoever would like to come to The Paradise Club,” Nate tells the group. The boys are interested, Isla, Stacey, Camryn, Yvette and Olivia are coming as well. The girls say their goodbyes to Vanessa and Sienna and jump into the limousine. I find a spare seat beside Olivia, and when I sit down I hear her gasp when my long leg touches her exposed thigh. I affect her, nice.
You can’t touch, remember that Axel, friends are off limits. That is my mantra I tell myself even though I am intoxicated by her fruity scent as we drive the small distance to the club.
“Axel, wait up,” Derrick calls for me as the others follow Nate and head inside the club. “I need to talk to you.”
“No, Derrick, you can’t watch me.”
“Cute, but one of these days Mr. Taylor, I am going to see you in action,” Derrick flirts. “But right now I need a favor.”
“No you cannot suck my dick.”
“Geez, you are full of sass tonight, Axel.”
I give him a look.
“Ooh the brooding Axel Taylor stare, it just gave me goosebumps.”
This makes me laugh. “Okay, D, I am all ears.”
“Well it’s in regards to princess Olivia.”
This gets my attention. “I know, hands off”
Derrick laughs, “Actually, I am kind of asking for the opposite, I want your hands all over her.”
I stare at Derrick, I’m pretty sure I didn’t hear him correctly. “What did you say?”
“She will kill me for this, but I am doing my civic duty to make sure everyone has a good time.”
It’s hard to follow Derrick when he’s sober, it’s even harder to follow his train of thought when he is tipsy. He leans in and starts to whisper but it’s not as quiet as he thinks.
“Liv is not very experienced, and well most of the men she has been with have not treated her very nicely.” I bristle at his words. “They have, you know, kind of ridiculed her for not being experienced.”
“What the fuck.” Running my fingers through my hair, I become furious. Men can be such dickheads sometimes.
“She did also say they were pretty crap in bed and she is the only one that can give herself an orgasm.” The words tumble out of his mouth quickly.
He can’t say those kinds of things to me, I’m not meant to touch friends.
“Why me?”
“You are Axel Taylor, there is no chance that you want anything more.” His answer kind of pisses me off, maybe one day I could want more, if I found the perfect woman. As if that is going to happen, most women are after my money or the kudos of fucking me, so yeah, maybe Derrick is right, I don’t want anything more.
“But I don’t get what you are asking of me?”
“I need you to be her teacher, maybe not of the super kinky stuff that I know you like.” Derrick gives me a smirk. “But basically give her a fucking orgasm, the poor girl needs it.”
“I think I can handle that.”
“You are such a giving man, Axel. But I must warn you it’s been two years since she last slept with someone.”
“What?”
“Olivia has taken over her family’s huge estate. Her family has owned it for like four hundred years or some crazy shit like that. She’s like the first female descendant to get the estate. It was going belly up, she took it over two years ago, it’s in the middle of fucking nowhere with nothing but probably sheep around to entertain her, but she has turned it into this swish wedding venue, hence Ness and Christian’s wedding is taking place there. That doesn’t leave much time for you know…a good time, because like I said she is surrounded by sheep, and probably a shit ton of ghosts.”
Derrick is rambling, but I think I got the gist of what he is saying, she hasn’t had sex in ages because she is super busy and lives in the middle of nowhere.
“How do you know if she is even interested?”
Derrick rolls his eyes. “You do own a mirror, don’t you?” The question throws me, but I nod in agreement. “Well then, hello, of course she is going to want to jump on the Taylor train.”
“Does she know about this?” I kind of don’t want to scare the poor girl.
“Kind of, no not really, but maybe. I think she thinks I was joking when I suggested it, but I wasn’t joking when I made her jerk off one of the strippers tonight, so I’m guessing she knows I’m not joking about this.”
I still. “What did you say?”
“Well Ness wasn’t going to enjoy her bachelorette strippers and I didn’t want the three of them to go to waste.”
“Three of them?”
“Oh she only jerked off one, I didn’t want to push her. God, baby steps, Axel.”
“You’re telling me that little miss innocent jerked off a stripper tonight?”
“She didn’t finish it because you know…we don’t all need to see that. I did offer the three of them to her for the night but she declined. Luckily one of them swung both ways so I was able to get my money’s worth.”
I shake my head because this chat is ridiculous, mind you most drunk chats with Derrick are.
“Anyway, enough about that, so are you still okay with helping her out? I mean the girl is stunning and if I wasn’t gay I would totally tap that.”
“Um, yeah she is pretty.”
“Hey, don’t go all shy on me now, Axel, I saw the way you were eye fucking her all night. Don’t make out this little request is going to be a hardship for you. Oh, ha, ha, something is going to be hard tonight.”
“Please, stop talking. Fine, come on, but let me do it my way, okay?”
Derrick salutes me and we walk into the club.
128
Olivia
What the hell am I doing at a sex club? It definitely doesn’t look like some seedy, run down place that I envisioned a sex club to be like. This is nothing short of luxurious.
“Please select your bands for the evening,” a beautiful hostess informs us.
“Bands?” I ask, looking confused.
“They are to tell people what you are into,” Axel states behind me, making me jump. God, the man is beautiful, so beautiful. With his caramel, shoulder length hair, which is currently pulled back into a man bun, he looks gorgeous. Most days in his normal rock star gear he looks gorgeous — come on, who doesn’t know who Dirty Texas is, they are everywhere — but tonight he is in a tuxedo that is molded to his muscles. The man could walk the runway for Tom Ford in that kind of suit. Oh and his whiskey colored eyes, the ones that pull you in and make you want to drop to your knees and do bad things to him. Huh, what? Where did that come from? Five minutes in a sex club and I have already turned into a deviant.
“Now this one.” He holds up a pink band. “This is if you like to play with women.” He slips it over his wrist and pushes one toward me, I shake my head. “Okay, so no girl on girl action, such a shame it’s pretty hot to watch.” I gulp because his voice is like silk and sin wrapped together and it makes me want to please him.
“I’ve never been with a woman,” I squeak out, not sure why I needed to tel
l him that.
“Have you ever wanted to play with a woman?”
“Haven’t thought about it.”
“Being with another woman is different to being with a man, she is softer, gentler, she understands what turns you on. From a man’s point of view, two beautiful women exploring one another is one of the most erotic things a man can see.”
My body is humming listening to Axel’s words, it sounds kind of hot, but the inner prude in me pulls me back. No ignore it! Remember you said this weekend is all about the new Olivia, the kind that puts a pink band on her wrist to please a hot rock star in a sex club.
Axel quirks a brow at me. “I don’t want to push you into something you are not ready for.”
I shake my head. “You painted an interesting picture for me.”
Axel just stares at me then shakes his head as if coming to his senses. “Blue is you play with men.” He hands me the blue band. “White is no sexual intercourse but all other play okay.” He holds the white band in his fingers, my heart is thumping, do I want to have intercourse with him? Well, of course. But do I want to have intercourse with someone else? I’m not sure. “Do what you feel comfortable with, Olivia.” I hand him back the white band, he gives me a smirk. He hands me a red band. “This means happy for intercourse.” And I quickly pop it on my wrist. “Now things are getting a little more interesting with these next bands.” My heart is thumping. What more could there be? “Now yellow is if you would like to play with one person.” I take it without thinking. “But the green one here is for multi play.” I still, he twirls the band around.
Remember why you are here, Olivia. You are here to go wild, crazy, have fun, get experience, then you can go back to your boring old life in your gilded cage. I take it from him and slip it on.
“Interesting.” He smiles. “Now this one, I like.” He slides the purple one to me. “Means you will play in public.” I stiffen.
“I’m not going outside on the street to do anything.”
This make him chuckle. “No, darlin’, once you are in the club, you are in and only super select people get to come in here, you are perfectly safe. But public play is maybe on a stage.”
Gulp…on a stage…
“Or maybe in a room, and there are many people around just enjoying watching you receive pleasures.”
Gulp again…having people watch me have sex…
“Or maybe you would like to go into the glass cube and let many people watch you, I bet you would have a crowd before you knew it, everyone would want to watch you come.”
Gulp, gulp, gulp. Glass cube? His words are heating my skin. Remember Olivia, you only live once. I grab the band.
“Orange is for play behind closed doors.” He hands me that one. “And there is one more but it is missing, it’s black and it’s for staff. Now staff that are wearing just black, they don’t play, but staff that are wearing black with colors, they are allowed to play.”
“What? You can sleep with the staff?” I didn’t mean to yell that out so loudly, it makes him laugh.
“Yes, most are professionals, so you are guaranteed a good time.”
“So you like this?” I shake my bands at him.
“Very much, very much indeed.” Those whiskey eyes trail over my body. I can’t believe I let Derrick talk me into this dress, I look like a slut, which is of course what he was going for. My tits are practically hanging out, and I don’t have big boobs to start with. I thought he was a big time stylist, and he puts me in this. At this moment Axel’s eyes are very much stuck on my mediocre breasts spilling out of the dress, maybe Derrick does know what he is doing.
“Hey, how are you doing?” Stacey wanders over breaking Axel’s gaze.
“I’ll leave you ladies.” Axel moves away and heads to where the others are.
“Are you excited?” Stacey asks.
“I am so nervous.”
Stacey laughs, “I know, everyone is the first time. I was and then I had multiple orgasms and I soon chilled out.” This makes us both laugh. I think I could handle that. “So Axel seems interested,” Stacey states.
My eyes find his as he talks to the boys, he gives me a wink and goes back to his conversation.
“He makes me nervous.”
“Don’t be, Axel is a sweetheart, he is very careful and considerate, he is the best person to walk you through this new adventure that you are on tonight.”
“But he is so…experienced,” I sigh, feeling totally inadequate, especially when a beautiful, elegant woman walks past and captures every male’s attention. “How can I compete with that?”
“You don’t, this isn’t a competition, Liv. This is about fun, safe sex and exploring things you wouldn’t normally do.” Maybe Stacey is right, I need to forget all about my hang ups, they need to stay at the door. Tonight is the only night in my whole entire life to experience something so far out of my realm. Maybe I can pick up some tips so when I have to be with Eddie, I can surprise him with tricks of my own. Ugh, I don’t want to think of Eddie.
“Okay, you’re right, let’s do this,” I tell her as we follow the rest of the crew inside.
Wow this place is impressive, it looks like an old yacht club, the walls are white washed with wood paneling, blue and white striped couches and old drift wood sculptures. The bar is made to look like the hull of a ship, it is totally different to everything I ever thought a sex club would be like.
“The one in LA is totally different to this, it has a Gatsby theme about it, this is very Mediterranean,” Stacey whispers to me.
“Ladies, what would you like to drink?” Nate, the owner of The Paradise Club and good friends with the Dirty Texas boys, asks us. “Cocktails, champagne, beer?” He looks to us. If you asked for a tall, dark and handsome man then he would be it. Brown, almost black hair, tanned skin, probably from spending his days laying in the sun. I bet he has no tan lines as well, probably from being naked on a yacht somewhere surrounded by women in bikinis, nope scratch that, they would all probably be naked as well, and I’m sure he knows how to give them multiple orgasms. What is wrong with me? I have never had so many sexual thoughts in my life. Maybe that is what is wrong with me.
“Hit us with your best cocktails.” Camryn decides for us. Nate gives her a smirk and talks to the barman, the very good looking bar man. He looks like he could have walked off the runway in Milan and straight into this club. It’s not long before I notice the colored bands on his wrist as he busily makes our cocktails. I watch the muscles in his arms twist and turn as he throws the shaker around.
Moments later we are handed the most beautiful cocktail I have ever seen, I take a sip and it’s amazing, and before I know it, it’s almost gone.
“You might want to slow down; you’re going to need your wits about you tonight,” Axel whispers as he passes by to grab another drink, his hand lightly touching the curve of my back, the tiniest connection and my body feels on fire. Maybe I should slow down my face already feels hot.
“Most of you know how the club works.” Nate looks at our group. “But for those that don’t, this level we are on now is just for relaxing. There is to be no full playing to go on down here, meaning no sex. If a hand wants to disappear up a skirt that is fine,” he says, giving me a wink. Oh, that man is hot. “There are four levels to the club and each one has a certain level of comfort, the first level is beginners, second level is intermediate and the top floor is experts. So just remember that and you won’t stumble into something more than you can handle.” Again, Nate looks at me. I get it, I’m the inexperienced one. “If you will excuse me, Camryn and I have a meeting.” Camryn smiles and disappears with Nate.
“Okay, well, I am ready to go check things out,” Derrick says excitedly. Oscar and Stacey have already disappeared, Finn, Isla and Yvette are talking at the bar and that leaves Axel, Derrick and me. “Hey, Ax, do you mind keeping an eye on my princess while I go find myself a prince?” Derrick chuckles.
“Of course.” Axel looks at me, a
nd it sends shivers down my body, I am so nervous, but also a little bit excited.
“Okay, well, have fun kids, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, which is pretty much nothing so…” Derrick bounces away energetically and disappears up a staircase.
“You look nervous.” Axel turns to me.
“I kind of am,” I confess.
“You know you don’t have to do anything at all, you can just watch.” My eyes widen. “Watching is kind of hot.” He gives me a dirty smirk.
“Might be a good place to start, maybe.” I gulp down any apprehension I have and take the hand he holds out for me, linking our fingers together.
129
Axel
Having Olivia’s hand in mine feels nice yet strange. I can’t remember when the last time was that I held a woman’s hand as we walked. I’m going to say never, there is not one memory in my mind where I think I ever held a woman’s hand other than my mom’s. That sounds kind of sad, but that’s just not the type of guy I am. So why am I doing it now? Because Derrick asked me to look after her, to protect her, to teach her. Maybe that’s it; my protective instincts have kicked in. The security guard scans the membership band on my wrist to check in, and does the same for Olivia’s guest band. We ascend the first set of stairs. The higher we go the tighter her grip is on my hand. I like the fact that she trusts me to look out for her. Remember, you are doing Derrick a favor, nothing more.
We reach the top of the stairs, and Olivia lets out a gasp which makes me smile. Right in the middle of the floor is a huge glass cube room and inside there is an orgy going on. I try and move her forward but her feet are firmly planted to the floor. “Olivia,” I call out to her but she is so zoned out that she doesn’t hear me. “Olivia,” I say her name again, trying to snap her out of whatever is happening in her mind, but still nothing. I step in front of her, my large form shadowing her, this pulls her away from what is happening in the cube. “Hey, stay with me. Are you okay?” I let my hand cup her cheek, my thumb gently rubbing across her soft skin, God it is so soft. She shivers at my touch and my dick responds. Easy boy, it’s going to be a while before any action can happen, if any.
