by CR Robertson
“I’m not good at sex,” I confessed in a muffled whisper. The words of my ex Carl echoed inside my brain.
“Completely untrue,” he said while turning me to face him. “I should know, considering we’ve already fucked.”
My cheeks burned in the darkness at his words. He walked me slowly backward until I felt the edge of the bed against my legs. Every step felt like I was being stalked by a deadly predator, his power engulfing me in waves.
“Sex isn’t about experience. If that were true, then no one would ever want a virgin in their beds, yet, men pay a high price for the honour of taking someone’s virginity. It’s a joining of souls, and if one of the participants is selfish or greedy, then true pleasure can never be reached on either side.”
His hands reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, drawing the straps down my arms. My back arched when his hands found my breasts and cupped them, his thumb caressing the nipple.
“It’s mutual pleasure in the feel of skin sliding against skin,” he said against my right breast before his mouth descended to suckle my nipple.
My legs wobbled, but he steadied my hips with his hands, all the time his lips and tongue lavished attention on my breasts.
He pushed me slightly and manoeuvred me onto the bed, trailing my panties down my legs. He settled himself between my thighs, and leisurely ran my hair through his fingers, calming me with every stroke.
“Bad sex leaves you empty of affection and full of self-loathing, no matter who your partner is. Good sex leaves you feeling confident and satisfied. It doesn’t matter if that comes from sex within a relationship or with a stranger in the dark. You can be fucked by the man you sleep next to every night and feel violated, or open yourself to someone you’ll never know and find the doors to ecstasy. That’s why The Midnight Rooms were created. Not for deviants to have anonymous sex, but for lonely souls to find freedom. The darkness takes away your inhibitions, it silences the words of hate people throw at each other about appearances in the light of day. All that exists in this all-consuming darkness are souls in search of pleasure.”
His lips blazed a trail of seduction down my skin. He licked and sucked until he found every place that made me squirm as he worked his way down my body. I froze when he widened my thighs, and I felt his hot breath against my core. My hands pushed him back and I scrambled up the bed. I’d been touched down there, but no one had ever done what he was about to do.
He crawled up beside me and stroked my back while I hugged myself in a ball. He didn’t speak. Instead, he began to massage my back, expertly removing the invisible knots of tension that clung there. Slowly, my body relaxed against him. He rolled me onto my back and lifted my leg to rub the tension from my foot. His thumb pressed into an area and it was a direct bolt of energy to my clit.
I moaned softly and he continued until my hips moved to his rhythm. He picked up my other foot and did the same until I was restless on the bed.
My body stilled as my Viking moved over me, his head dipped, and I swore he was going to kiss me. “I’m going to stimulate your clit with my tongue. Take a deep breath and relax.”
“I can’t… I’ve never…” My words refused to make sentences or even sense.
“You can and you will.” He sucked my earlobe and my neck canted to the side. “Give yourself up to the freedom down here.”
“But…”
His finger on my lips silenced me. I felt him lift himself on his arms to stare down at me. I could see nothing in the darkness of these rooms. At times in the corridors, with the red glow above the doors, I sometimes made out silhouettes. But in this room, we were both blind.
“I want to taste you, every part of you. Open your legs.”
There was a command in his tone that made my legs fall open for him.
He placed a pillow under my hips to lift them up.
I grabbed the sheets and took a deep breath, closing my eyes. His fingers parted my lips and his tongue swept from my entrance to my clit, before circling the tiny nub. He did this several times, his hands holding my legs open to him, even as I tried to close them against the foreign sensation.
I jumped when his fingers slid into my pussy, curving up to find that spot that made me slump back onto the bed and fling an arm across my face.
His tongue alternated in slow, languid movements and fast bursts of the tip, each tormenting my clit while his finger relentlessly explored inside me, thrusting and rubbing. Beautiful pressure gathered deep in my stomach, pulling all the energy from my body toward the tongue lapping at me. He blew cool air against my heated flesh and I bit my bottom lip, my hands forming into fists.
He sucked my nub and bit down, and at the same time, he pressed deeply against the other side that formed my g-spot.
My pelvis arched into his face as an orgasm ripped through me. No words could describe the sensation that flooded my core and radiated out. He growled against me and I felt every vibration of it against my nub, his finger continuing to move in and out of me to prolong my orgasm. I screamed and it echoed through my inky surroundings, like a ripple on a lake.
I finally collapsed against the sheets, my body shivering despite the layer of perspiration that had formed.
My Viking lover crawled over me and chuckled against my ear. “See? Nothing to fear.”
His hands slid over my curves and I felt his hardness against my stomach. Tentatively I stroked my hand against his length.
“I didn’t go down on you to get something in return,” he said, pressing a kiss at the side of my lips.
I didn’t feel embarrassed with him like the other men I’d met down here. It was silly, but he made me feel safe even though he felt physically stronger than the others.
“Fuck me,” I whispered against his lips with wanton abandon.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his forehead rubbing against my cheek.
I nodded, knowing he’d feel my response.
He reached behind me, and I heard the tell-tale noise of a condom wrapper. He sat back to put it on. It was strange but I missed the heat and weight of his body against mine.
My hips were still elevated on the pillows. His erection nudged against my opening, and I closed my eyes. Inch by slow inch, he pushed into my body, opening me to him. I let my arms fall on either side of my head and handed myself over to him. He stretched and filled me with his constant slow thrust. There was no nudging himself in and out. I was slippery wet from his previous ministrations, my body opening itself without resistance.
From the angle, I knew he was on his knees as if praying to the olden gods as he took my body as a sacrifice. His hands on my hips steadied my body in preparation for the coming storm, his fingers under my back raising it slightly to allow the last of his cock to lodge itself to the hilt inside me.
Fuck! He was so deep in me that it bordered on painful. His balls rested against my ass. His fingers tightening was the only warning my body received. He reared back like a python ready to strike before he plunged viciously into me again.
“Ohmygod…” I muttered. I heard him laugh briefly in reply.
Over and over he plunged with an intensity that made my legs shake. Every time tension entered my body and threatened to erupt into an orgasm, he slowed his pace and made shallow thrusts.
It was exquisite torture.
His body bent over mine, and his mouth covered my breast. Everything was too much, the sensations, the pleasure, the pain of his deep penetrating thrusts. My hands latched onto his hair and I let go. I moaned every time his hips collided with mine. His growls and groans turned me on, and I wanted to pierce his skin with my nails. When he moved his hips just right, I felt the piercing on the end of his cock massage my tender flesh.
His hands found mine and his fingers threaded through mine, anchoring us together. There was nothing else in the world except his body moving over mine, the musky scent of his aftershave and arousal, the tang of my spent orgasms. My legs moved around his waist, demanding he give me everythin
g as he lost control, driving into me with a bruising intensity.
I screamed as my body flared with the heat of an all-encompassing orgasm. My muscles contracted and tightened, holding him at his deepest position in my pulsating core. Then I collapsed back, struggling to find breath.
“Fuck, you are magnificent.” My Viking lover pressed tender kisses across my abdomen. “You’re not good at sex, you are fantastic.”
I grinned into the darkness, a dopey smile of satisfaction even while I ran my fingers through his hair.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said.
He rewarded me with a chuckle that sent goosebumps rippling across my flesh.
We lay together as we caught our breaths, each of us enclosed in silent thoughts. I knew it seemed silly to admit it even to myself, but I was shy and embarrassed. I’d had sex with this man on two separate occasions and I didn’t even know his name.
Megan could separate sex from emotion easily, however, I had a real issue trying to. The sex with him was amazing, better than anything I’d experienced before. Yet that fact was the saddest part of this, finding a connection with someone and never being able to experience it in the light of day.
Even the way he held me close to him in the aftermath of our passionate storm, his fingers creating designs on my flesh, was something that I craved in the real world. No one had ever held me like this before and I cherished it.
This was the exact moment that I realised how lonely my life had become, how isolated from human affection I’d been. It made my skin turn cold and clammy and a hard knot formed in my stomach.
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Chapter Nine
Xavier
I knew it was her the moment I smelt her unique perfume in the reception hall.
Parma violets.
Even now, when I saw them in buckets of confectionary you bought for Halloween, they made me smile. The scent had attracted me to her twice now. The more time I acclimatised to the darkness, the more I came to rely on my other senses.
She stiffened in my arms and I tightened my hold on her, not ready to let her go just yet. She wiggled.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. Women tended to shy away when they had too much time to think about anything that they could attribute emotions to, like sex.
“Nothing…” her voice was distant.
There was never ‘nothing’ wrong with someone, especially when they were trying to run away after mind-numbing sex. Normally people wanted to live in the moment for a while afterward.
“You can tell me,” I coaxed. “I thought we had broken through some of your barriers to The Midnight Rooms.”
Her sigh sounded like it had emerged from the depths of her soul.
“It sounds silly.”
“So? Most things do, but we say them anyway. Try me.” For some reason I couldn’t bring myself to let this woman walk away. She featured in my dreams after our first time together. Her reactions to my touch were so reflexive that I now admitted to myself that I hoped she’d be here tonight.
“We’ve had sex twice,” she continued.
Technically it was three times, but I didn’t want to correct her.
“And I know I don’t know how everything works in The Midnight Rooms, but my friend who brought me here seems to know people’s names from being involved in other activities…”
She was shy. It never occurred to me that anyone who walked in prepared to have sex with a stranger would still have those sorts of emotions.
“Most people call me Zee,” I interrupted her roundabout way of asking me my name.
Silence followed my introduction.
“That’s your cue to tell me your name,” I teased her.
“Cas…” She cleared her throat. “Everyone calls me Cas.”
“Pleased to meet you, Cas. Now, can you just relax? It’s very hard to enjoy a post orgasmic interlude when the other person is nervous and trying to escape.”
Her laugh caught me unawares and my fingers stumbled over my route on her back. Most people in the outside world fell over themselves to give me what I wanted. Even in The Midnight Rooms, many of the women knew me as one of the Doms upstairs. This woman with the sexy curves only knew me from our brief moments together in this room. She didn’t expect anything from me, and it was refreshing.
She snuggled into me and every muscle in my body froze. I couldn’t remember the last time anyone curved themselves on top of me like a damned kitten ready to take a nap. All my subs knew they could have a brief moment of affection if they’d been good and that was it. Even just lying here with her went against my usual urges. I argued with myself it was because I’d had a stressful few days.
Her fingers spread across my chest and her head rested on my shoulder.
“Why are you so nice to me?” Cas asked, her fingertips tapping against my skin.
That was a good question, one that I didn’t have an answer to.
She sat up to stare down at me. “I mean, people tend to climb on and off one another down here without even taking the time to say hello.”
I smiled at her openness. I’d had my fair share of those type of encounters. Sometimes all you wanted was a release with a willing participant. No-strings-attached, frantic fucking to get rid of tension.
“Some days you just want to escape your daily life. Words create connections.” I sighed and tugged my fingers through my hair, trying to find the right words to explain down here.
Her leg snaked over my hips and she sat on top of me. “Sometimes, we can’t communicate with words because they aren’t enough to express our emotions, our pain.”
I lay speechless. She was right; mindless sex didn’t require any emotions except for pleasure.
Her lips traced a path down my chest, my fingers spanning her hips to keep her grounded.
He should be down for the count, but my dick jolted to life under her heat.
I knew she needed to feel control in this crazy underground world. The Dom in me understood control, so I lay still and gave her what she needed.
When her kisses reached my waist, she stilled. “I’m not good at…”
My hands tightened on her hips. “I’m sure you’re more than good at it. Take it slow, don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. Use the safe word if you need it.”
I’d trained subs before. Each was different, but they all needed encouragement and boundaries. Tension radiated from her body.
“Relax, Cas.” I stroked her legs.
Slowly, she touched my dick, her small hand moving up and down. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Some men proclaimed that women needed experience to give blowjobs. That was nonsense. Most men were more than happy for a woman to suck and fondle their dicks.
Her tongue touched my tip tentatively and it jolted in her hand. My teeth dug in deeper when she did it again. Cas was like a kitten lapping at me. I struggled to resist thrusting up when she engulfed my dick with her mouth, taking me as far as she could. If she kept this up, I wouldn’t be able to contain myself.
My hands found her face and lifted it up. “If you keep going, I’ll come and there’ll be no more sex for you.”
I imagined a pout on red lips.
“Fine,” she huffed, and my grin spread. “What do you want me to do?”
Fuck, the possibilities were endless.
“What do you like?” I pushed myself up and braced myself so our faces were close together. It was the first time in years I was tempted to kiss a woman.
“Um…” she replied. “I don’t know?”
“Is that a question or an answer?” I challenged.
She sighed, her head coming down to rest on my shoulder. “Let’s just say my past encounters involved me lying on my back with my legs spread, filled with lubricant, and literally counting to two hundred because it would be over then.”
“Interesting visual.” I chuckled. “Let’s see if I can change that up a bit.”
So many people had read that one book or watched the
films and thought dominance was about crops and restraints. It wasn’t. There were so many aspects that you could spend a lifetime studying it and never know everything.
“Have you ever tried submitting?” I spoke into her ear, even as my fingers moved over her body to find the erogenous zones.
“You mean being spanked?”
“No, that’s vulgar. Submitting means that you are willing to hand over your pleasure to another. Sometimes that means pain through spanking, for others it means provoking the senses.”
My finger dipped inside her pussy and her back arched.
“We are made of nerves and flesh. By submitting, it allows me to find those pleasure areas and explore your response to them.”
Cas moaned when I curved my finger and rubbed against that nub inside her.
“I… ah… don’t know what you mean.” She gasped.
I spun her so she was lying on her back. “Let me show you.”
Settling myself between her legs, I used my teeth to pull and tug on her left breast because I didn’t have any nipple clamps down here. She screamed in pain the first time my teeth nipped and tugged her sensitive flesh. I held her firm and sucked, my tongue coaxing her. The next time I dragged my teeth over her nipple she groaned and squirmed against my mouth, trying to dislodge my teeth. Over and over I nipped until she moaned, and her fingers found their way into my hair.
I crawled up until my face was directly above hers. “Your body responds to the pain and tries to escape until it becomes desensitised to it. Then it finds the pleasure.” I rolled her left nipple between my fingers and pulled.
Cas moaned in reply.
“You stayed with me through the pain because you wanted to find pleasure. That is submission. Not tying you up in a red room and spanking you.”
I attacked her other nipple and her scream of pain when I bit down made my dick even harder.
“Zee,” she moaned, her hands tracing down my back, drawing me closer. I was a stranger, yet she trusted me with her body, and not just for the normal hard fucks that happened down here.
