by CR Robertson
Her support allowed me to relax and pretend to be a customer to enjoy the experience. Her fingers clinging to me made my spine straighten. I’d had sex with some of the most gorgeous women in the world, but her beauty started inside and permeated every aspect of her. Everyone else was left in her shade.
I’d discreetly checked which room she’d ordered for tonight. Part of me had worried she’d picked one of the quirky fantasy rooms and expected me to dress up as a werewolf or something weird. I’d made a few additions for tonight, deciding to stay instead of driving home. Hence, my whiskey in my hand since my car would be staying in the private garage.
Our waiters swung into action with trays of champagne for the guests. Excited mutters began to fill the reception hall as people gathered.
“Ready?” Jordan asked, lifting his glass in front of him.
“Always,” I replied.
“To Midnight Manor.” Ash grinned.
Ash, Jordan, and I clinked our glasses together.
With my arm around Cassandra’s waist, we went to join the others in the reception hall. Charles tended to come across as shy when he dealt with people directly, but he was employed for his theatrical training. When we were all gathered, he took his place on a discreet step against the wall beside the entrance to the bar.
“Welcome to Midnight Manor,” he boomed. “Tonight, you will be the first to experience all we have to offer you in the search of pleasure and passion. Leave your inhibitions at the door and collect all your dirtiest desires. As long as it’s consensual between adults, then nothing is taboo behind these doors.”
Deep laughs and giggles echoed around the room.
“If you can fantasise about it, we can provide it. So I invite you to challenge us to provide your greatest fantasy, and let us pleasure you until you are unable to take any more.”
A ripple of applause followed as he stepped down.
Charles turned as he walked into the bar, pausing at the door. “All room numbers and codes have been sent out and the first orgasms await. Tours will begin at eight o’clock sharp, so there’s time for your first knee-trembling experience before we commence.” He winked and continued into the bar.
Yeah, the nervous maître d' transformed when he gave a public performance. He’d had everyone’s attention, all eyes completely transfixed on him. By some of the looks he was receiving, Charles would be in high demand with the single females visiting the manor if he kept up that persona.
We were booked on the first tour because I wanted Cassandra to see everything when it was still shiny and new. It would be cleaned at the end of every day, but tonight, everything was pristine.
While others mingled and began to form parties that would result in group sessions later, I studied my wife. She’d outdone herself tonight with her choice of outfit. If I walked in here tonight without a guest and had to pick someone for the evening, I would have been making a beeline for the woman who wore that dress. It hugged every sexy curve of her body and highlighted those breasts that made me want to fall to my knees to worship them.
The lace up the front of the bodice accentuated all her assets and allowed her to hide the small bump that had appeared on her lower tummy. I’d lost sleep lying with my hand on her stomach while contemplating the future.
Cassandra’s mask was delicate, covering her face and making her a mysterious stranger. It wasn’t gaudy like some of the ornate masks worn by some of the other females. Instead of just covering her eyes, it covered most of her face, only exposing her eyes and mouth. Since her hair was styled differently, anyone who knew her would be hard-pressed to identify Cassandra tonight.
Ash lifted another glass of champagne. He’d have to sleep this off in our private area since he wouldn’t be fit to drive home. Since Michael’s death, he’d hit the self-destruct button. Knowing your brother was marked for death and witnessing him dead on the Persian rug were two completely different scenarios. Jordan was keeping a very close eye on Ash since enemies were circling us at every turn.
As the clock ticked closer to the beginning of the first tour, I intentionally manoeuvred us closer to the door that the tour would initiate through. I didn’t want our party to be crushed and had instructed Charles that the first tour had to be small and intimate.
“Good evening,” A male dressed in a navy suit approached us. His eyes were trained on Cassandra’s bust. “Would you care to join me and my guest this evening?”
I didn’t even bother to look at the tall blonde beside him he was presenting to us. “No, thank you,” I retorted. “My wife and I agreed to a private evening tonight.”
His eyes ran over Cassandra one last time and I suppressed the urge to drag him outside and beat the crap out of him for daring to look at my wife.
“Maybe we can join you on a tour?” he persisted.
“Sorry, buddy,” Jordan intervened when he saw my fist bunching at my side. “We paid extra to be on the first tour since we have rooms booked.” He flashed his megawatt smile that tended to make panties drop.
The woman beside the errant Romeo took a definite interest in Jordan, her body tilting in his direction.
“I wouldn’t,” Carly sneered, clearly more than a little tipsy. “His girlfriend is ferocious and doesn’t like to share.”
Jordan’s eyebrows hit his hairline and his head turned toward Megan, who continued to look at a painting on the wall. What did he expect when he moved a woman, who clearly adored him, into his apartment? Women tended to build nests to live in. I’d seen the cushions that were sneaking into his once-sparse living space. It was a sure sign of female inhabitation.
The hidden door close to where we stood opened, and Charles popped out. “The first tour will now commence.”
I turned my back on the man still ogling my wife, my hand on the small of her back leading her through the doorway. In all my years attending events like this, I’d never reacted the way I had tonight. Group sessions were an integral part of the scene, sharing partners and maximising pleasure. I’d signed up for just about everything that came my way in the past. However, the thought of another man’s hands on my wife made my blood boil and rage pump through my veins.
“You okay?” Cassandra asked softly, her fingers straightening my tie. It was an intimate gesture that effectively staked her claim on me.
“Yeah.” I summoned a half smile that was fake.
The troubled look in her eyes and the way she chewed the inside of her mouth told me she didn’t believe me. Not wanting to spoil tonight, I tugged her tight against me and pressed a quick, hard kiss to her lips. Cassandra loved kissing, and if ever I wanted to stop where her mind was wandering, kissing her was her weakness. She melted into me, her hands grasping my shirt.
Mission accomplished.
Midnight Manor incorporated the best-selling points of our other businesses. The location and grounds sold it as something different, a unique experience since you could stay here for a few days to fully enjoy every aspect of it.
We’d kept the front of the house close to the original structure, the bar and restaurant classical in appearance. As soon as you walked through this door, everything changed.
My gaze followed Cassandra, watching every one of her reactions. I knew what was on the tour, and now I wanted to see it through her eyes. I needed to see my wife in my world, craving her acceptance of my dark soul.
Her purity was a gift, her generosity a healing balm, but her approval set my soul on fire.
***
Chapter Eleven
Cassandra
One moment we were in a scene from Jane Austen, and the next the entire atmosphere changed. The air felt colder, making my skin prickle, and the lighting changed so that everything was in shadows.
Charles began to speak, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. “Join us as we take you on a journey into our world of unbridled pleasure. Every submissive who kneels in our rooms undergoes a rigorous training to ensure they know their limits and how to enforce them.” He
opened a door and we found ourselves entering an auditorium designed for theatre style performances.
My hands grabbed the rails and I leaned forward, my breath catching in my chest. On the stage were three women dressed in white lace underwear interspaced across the expanse. Each of them was submitting to the man dressed only in black jeans. One woman knelt in front of her master as he caressed her face. The next woman hung from a St. Andrew’s cross in the centre of the stage. The Dom expertly used a crop to mark her back and legs as he flogged her. The last woman was suspended around her waist and thighs from an elaborate rope swing, her arms tied in a series of knots to her legs. Her hair hung loose and hit the floor. The man behind her was using his hand to spank her exposed ass, her moans filling the air as she counted for him.
“This auditorium will be used for your viewing pleasure. There will be regular submission schools held here at Midnight Manor for those wishing to learn the delicate art and train in a safe environment. We will also be developing a Domination academy for those among us with a preference to lead. They will be taught how to give the ultimate pleasure while keeping their submissives protected. Other evenings will be dedicated to group sessions for some to participate and others to watch.”
The movements on the stage were poetry in motion, none of the participants paying attention to the group watching them. Each was engrossed in their own world in the pursuit of sexual gratification.
Xavier’s arms enveloped me, and his hands came down on either side of mine to enclose me in a cage of flesh and bones. I leaned back into his strength. There was something incredibly naughty about watching someone writhe in unabashed pleasure, their body moving instinctively.
“I doubt you can use any of the ropes since your pregnant,” Xavier whispered in my ear, pressing a kiss where my neck met my shoulder.
My lips tipped up in a smile. “Doesn’t stop you from being suspended,” I retorted.
I felt his smile against my skin. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”
There were times I forgot that everything in this place was created from his mind, and for that to happen he had to experience it first. Jealousy crept up my spine in a green-eyed monster that demanded a sacrifice of flesh and blood.
As if he sensed my mood, his fingers interlinked through mine on the rail, our rings clinking together. That ring said that every woman before meant less than me because he’d never given them the commitment he gave me.
Charles led us away from the auditorium through another door.
The atmosphere changed again, and the décor morphed from a dimly lit theatre with lights on the stage to the imagery that I would have associated with a Victorian brothel. Ruffled red silk adorned the walls and black drapes hung down. We were in a massive room with huge beds that could easily accommodate twenty people. There were already naked and semi-naked people on them.
The orgy room.
It was different to the room in The Twilight Rooms. The four-poster beds had curtains that could be pulled to give each bed privacy if you wanted it. One of the beds had one woman with six men kissing and caressing her, stimulating every erogenous zone on her body. Her back arched as the man between her legs devoured her flesh.
Megan took an unconscious step forward and Jordan’s arm snaked around her waist to tug her back.
“The orgy room is accessible to all members. If you wish to book a bed for your party, that can be arranged. We cater to groups or solo participants seeking to build their own fantasy.” His gaze deliberately moved to the woman on the bed, implying that this was her own personal fantasy that she’d requested. I could definitely see the appeal as one of the men kissed her deeply while she cried her release.
This was the one room that intrigued me. In The Midnight Rooms, I’d been in an anonymous room where anyone could have sex with you, but this was different. In this room, you could see the sex going on around you while indulging in your own affair. The darkness heightened other senses, but the visual display in this room made my thighs tremble and my panties grow wet and tight. It was the look on the woman’s face as she came apart that left me reeling. I’d never seen myself or any other woman orgasm.
Xavier’s chin leaned on my shoulder. “Enjoying yourself?”
My head canted to the side. “What do I look like when I climax?”
His eyes flashed over the beds, zeroing in on the one I’d been watching. “Better than that,” he commented dryly.
“In what way?” I never thought this would intrigue me.
Xavier moved me into a recess at the back of the room. His hands cupped my ass to haul me against his cock that was beginning to harden. “Because when you orgasm my cock is buried balls-deep in you and your eyes are fixed on mine.” His words were spoken against my mouth, his gaze locked on mine. I wanted to reply, but there was nothing I could say to that. Xavier pressed a quick kiss on my lips before returning us to the rest of the group.
The bed closest to us contained around ten people. Everyone moved together in a synchronised harmony, moving from partner to partner, irrespective of the gender. A man who’d been having sex with one woman rolled off her onto his back when she screamed her release. Another woman climbed onto his erect penis to continue the sexual dance seamlessly.
To me, an orgy had always been about mindless sex between strangers. Tonight, I witnessed a different side to it as the participants sought to maximise their mutual pleasure. Every touch was designed to seduce, every caress to arouse, and when they had sex the males ensured the women came first.
“Don’t even think about it,” Xavier whispered in my ear. “Tonight belongs only to us.”
Charles moved us onward on our tour. The next corridor led us to the experience rooms. Megan and I had giggled at them on the website, but in real life they were beautifully designed. He stopped before allowing any of us to continue. “Only a few rooms are open to observe because the rest of them are booked for the evening. We’ve selected a few to show you to whet your appetite.” His voice deepened at the word whet.
There was a room filled with costumes for roleplay, another dedicated to props.
“You can select a room with utter privacy for you and your partner, and there is the option for voyeurs in some of the rooms that can be turned on at any time. The mirrors can operate with you unable to see your audience, or that it’s a two-way mirror that the participant and voyeurs can view each other. The hexagon rooms fit together like a beehive in which there is a mirror at each wall to allow you to view others or allow others to view you.”
The experience rooms were all laid out like an expensive hotel, the only difference being the elaborate wooden restraints on the walls in some of them, or the swing in others. They’d catered to every imaginable fantasy, and even some that I couldn’t wrap my head around.
In the basement was a maze that would have the lights turned out later to create a Midnight Room. Different sized rooms branched off the main corridor. I stopped to stare at the strange hole in some of the walls. Megan discreetly poked her finger out at her groin in the imitation of a penis and poked it into one of them. My eyes widened and my head popped in through the open door of the room. There was a cushioned area for the participant to sit on the other side. A glory hole for anyone who wanted hands-free anonymous sex.
Xavier chuckled at my reaction, shaking his head.
Once upon a time, I was an innocent woman until my husband corrupted me. I narrowed my eyes at him in fake warning and he replied with a salacious grin. The fucker knew how he affected me and was using it to his advantage. His hand hooked around my waist, his fingers splaying across my stomach, pulling me tight against him. He didn’t need to speak to let me know how he was feeling, his body did that for him.
My breathing hitched and my heartbeat thudded in my ears. I wanted to drag him back to the orgy room and push him onto one of the beds. His hand slid between the tassels that made the skirt of my dress, and his fingers slipped under the lace of my panties. I was unashamedly
wet from all the stimulus. His middle finger found that needy bundle of nerves between my thighs.
My head rested on his shoulder and my legs widened.
“Enjoying the tour?” Xavier asked, sucking my earlobe into his mouth and biting down.
“Hmmm.” My hips tilted to accommodate his wandering hand.
“I’m loving the dress.” He kissed down my neck. “It definitely has possibilities.”
“Any chance of a trip to the orgy?” I wanted to feel the delicious stretch of him thrusting into me.
“Nope.” He made the P pop.
“Fuck,” I hissed when his fingers pushed further and one delved inside.
“That’s the idea later,” Xavier replied, his tongue flicking the pulse point at my throat.
I grabbed his other hand and dragged him into an empty room, delving my fingers into his hair and kissing him. Xavier’s tongue took control and stroked along mine, his deep kiss drugging me.
“You definitely would have won,” he muttered.
“I don’t care who won,” I murmured. Right now, the only thought in my head was letting that hand that was in my panties make me scream.
Xavier pressed me into the wall, his hand pinning my wrists above my head. I whimpered and ground myself against him since he was currently holding me static. His other hand moved between my legs to make me squirm.
“Baby, you don’t get to come until I say so. Tonight, all your reactions belong to me alone. You don’t get to climb that ladder unless I permit you to. You only get to come on my command. This”—he grabbed me between the thighs—“belongs to me.”
A flush crept up my body until it reached my cheeks. I was so hot and aroused that I thought I would combust.
Xavier nuzzled my neck. “When you come it will be with me deep inside you ready to explode.”
“Please,” I begged softly. Everything was too much, and I needed to find a release.
“Save the begging until you’re on your knees, baby.”
