His Confession

by S. Valentine

  She stepped forward and instantly felt all eyes burning into her like she was a piece of meat. The men and women took in her every feature, slowly looking her up and down hungrily, like a pack of wolves on the hunt for their prey. A long time ago she would have felt shy at the attention. Things were different now. She had more confidence. But there was only one man’s attention she wanted—Darion’s. The old her, being a little shy and inexperienced, would not have gotten Darion. She had had to let go of all her inhibitions and try wild things that she never thought she’d do.

  Her long, blonde waves hung loosely down her back. Her lids were enhanced by smoky grey eye make-up and the darkest eyeliner she could find. Her full lips were stained in red lip gloss. She wore a tight gold corset, her boobs uplifted, with a black skirt, teamed with black platforms.

  She stood tall and strode behind Darion toward the bar. He glanced back at her, a massive grin spread on his face in admiration. He informed her that it was in fact a swingers’ club, and that he wanted Gabi to experience the playrooms with him. She ordered a strong cocktail, flabbergasted, unsure of what to respond with.

  “Good choice, darlin’.” He squeezed her hand. “You’ll need it for what I’m about to show you.”

  They both swallowed a shot of alcohol. Gabi welcomed the burning sensation, knowing she’d need the effect of alcohol to calm her unbearable nerves. Darion led her toward a booth, and promised to tell her everything about the club. As she followed him, drink in hand, her legs shook. Her stomach was doing somersaults, and she suddenly felt nauseated. She swallowed the lump in her throat and hooked her hands together nervously.

  In the booth, Gabi’s glass was half-full when Darion proceeded to explain what was behind the door. He’d smoked a cigar, and offered it to her, which she found herself uncharacteristically accepting. She probably would have gladly consumed anything in that moment to calm her pounding heart.

  He also drained his whisky throughout the duration of his perfectly practised speech, that he’d no doubt given a hundred times, his voice thick with pride. Before Gabi could properly digest the information, Darion ran his fingers up her leg, sending a shiver of excitement up her spine, and when he kissed her, he made her forget everything and everyone for a moment.

  “I can’t wait to fuck you.” His voice was a hot whisper, his lips curled into a sinister smile.

  Gabi was plagued with confusion, although a tiny bit of her was curious about the tempting playrooms.

  Darion then told her that he needed to tell her something more, that he hadn’t been entirely truthful about himself. Inviting her to see the playrooms, he climbed to his feet, towering over her. She stared at his outstretched hand for what felt like an eternity.

  Chapter

  Thirty-Two

  “You ready?” Darion asked.

  “What else do you have to tell me?” She shot him a questioning look.

  Darion ran a hand through his hair, and slowly sat back down. As he poured another drink, and gulped the last of it back, she shifted awkwardly in her seat. She could tell that Darion was tense, she waited patiently for him to continue, whilst trying to ignore the dizzying rush of her pulse.

  “Remember when I said I’d only tried swinging a few times?” He set the glass down, and faced her.

  She nodded.

  “It’s not true.” She could see that his fists were clenched on either side of him. She didn’t think she’d ever seen him so nervous.

  “What do you mean?” Her forehead creased, as confusion formed on her face.

  “I’ve been swinging for years, Gabi.”

  Years? Her mouth fell open. She was speechless, bewildered. That meant that he probably participated in the playrooms a lot.

  “I’ve experienced it probably hundreds of times,” he said, as if he’d read her mind.

  She felt a sick, acidic feeling rising in her stomach. Is this why he’d tried to warn her away so many times, and told her that he was no good for her?

  “I don’t understand it,” she mumbled, unable to see his fascination with it.

  “It’s fun. I enjoy it.”

  Gabi sensed there was more to it, irrespective of whether he enjoyed it. His ex-wife cheating on him flashed into her mind; the reason why he feared women getting close to him. “You think swinging protects you from getting hurt, don’t you? You can’t be cheated on if you’re allowing it to happen, if you’re both doing what you want.”

  Darion’s features softened, and Gabi knew that she had hit the nail on the head. She placed her hand over his, but he withdrew.

  “I bet it wasn’t your idea. I bet that deep down a part of you wondered why your ex wanted to try swinging, why she wanted to sleep with other men. A part of you must have felt like you weren’t enough for her?”

  “You don’t know anything.”

  “I’m right, Darion. I know I am.” Gabi didn’t know what to think about the whole situation, although she did respect him for his honesty. Surely he had to give up swinging one day. She just hoped that it was sooner rather than later.

  “Gabi, the hows, buts, and whys don’t matter,” he said with a tilt of his head. “This is me.” He waved his arms in the air, indicating the club and the playrooms. “It’s down to you whether you can accept that.”

  “You’ll never change?” she asked. Ever?

  “Will you change?” he fired back.

  Gabi was silent.

  “Let me show you the playrooms, Gabi. You’ll understand more then.”

  Ignoring the nervousness that overcame her, she took hold of his outstretched hand. Tightening her grasp around his fingers, she allowed him to lead her toward the back of the club. She was relieved that the lighting was dim, because her cheeks were already burning in embarrassment.

  After passing a red velvet rope, Gabi noticed a security guard stood at the door; several black lockers lined the wall behind him. Catching sight of the rules pinned to the wall, Gabi leant forward, reading the content.

  No mobile phones. No cameras. No recording devices. No weapons of any kind. No smoking. No use of drugs or prostitution. You may bring your own toys. Lockers and use of showers are at no charge. Rules will be strictly enforced. Any violation of the rules will result in ejection from the club.

  The guard gave Darion a welcoming nod, and moved aside to allow them to enter, although it wasn’t open for another hour. Gabi stepped inside. The only illumination came from the ceiling spotlights, which cast a red, gentle glow. Gabi noticed that the left side of the room held many rooms separated by walls, but had no doors, so people could get a clear view inside. On the right hand side were more rooms, but were made slightly private with round glass windows to peep in through the doors. She noticed several nude portraits hung on the walls. Upon closer inspection Gabi realised Gina, Marnie, and Lexi were on some. She also spotted small condom machines outside every room.

  While still holding her hand, he led her on a tour. They passed the first room, where Darion pushed open the door. Gabi peered inside to see every wall was mirrored. There was a hot tub in the middle, full of steaming water, surrounded by black glittery specked tiles throughout. There were four black loungers to lie on. Gabi noticed her crimson reflection in the mirror, but felt herself relax. This room isn’t so bad.

  They stepped back out. To her left hand side she noticed that the first room held nothing but a huge, king-sized bed with red silk sheets and a ceiling mirror. She stared incredulously, realising that it was a bed where you could be watched by other people, and the mirror could be used to watch yourself. She let go of his hand and wrapped her arms tightly around herself, feeling exposed. She couldn’t think why anybody would want to writhe around naked in full view of others. Had Darion been on that bed? She willed her heart to slow its frenetic pounding.

  “You wanna see more?” he asked concernedly. “Gabi, this is normal. Some people want to improve their marriages, their sex lives, seek adventure, variety, and experiment with the same sex. Others just w
ant an escape. Singles and couples can lose their inhibitions, totally let go, nothing is off limits.” He reached for her hand again, which Gabi didn’t give.

  She was disgusted. She couldn’t see herself changing her opinion on the matter. Couples couldn’t love one another to allow their other half to engage in intercourse with a stranger, in front of them whilst they watched. She felt sick, but curiosity got the better of her. She had never seen anything like it before, except that party he had taken her to. Even then, she had only seen the living room. She had to know more.

  The next room on the right contained huge, red cushions. The floor felt like one big mattress, and once again the walls and ceilings were mirrored. Back outside, the room to her left resembled a dungeon, as it had black walls with one large mirror. Leather cuffs on straps hung from the ceiling near the opposite wall, and several handcuffs, paddles, and whips were on a nearby table. There was a leather sex-swing hanging in a corner, and a king-sized leather bed in the other, next to a rail of garments. She could make out several black PVC catsuits, leather corsets, masks, and shoes of many sizes—black shiny stilettos, thigh-high boots, and platforms. It was obviously a room for roleplay, BDSM fantasies. Darion threw her a provocative glance. It must be a favourite of his.

  “Mmmm, Gabi.” He nuzzled her neck, wrapping his arms around her. “I’d love to get you on that swing.”

  Gabi didn’t speak.

  They made their way into the next room. It was a simple room with a bed in the corner, a mirror on one wall near a stripper pole, and a rack of outfits. She caught sight of several kinds of uniforms for men in different sizes: fire brigade, police officer, military soldier, blue mechanic overalls, and for women there were: schoolgirl, maid, army, and nurse outfits. There was a black basket with a lid on it near the door with a sign above stating:

  Please put outfits in here for washing once worn. Thank you.

  “Which one would you wanna see me in?” he asked, arching a brow.

  “Police officer,” she said without hesitating. Her body ached just at the thought of it. She could imagine Darion, a corrupt officer dangling handcuffs, barking orders at her, and taking control, punishing her for misbehaving.

  “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in a PVC catsuit,” he purred in her ear, his warm breath making the hairs on her neck stand up. “You could tie me up.” He winked. “And anything else you had in mind.” His brow shot up, challenging her.

  “Do you like women who take control, Darion?”

  “I love it. I love it all, Gabi.”

  She examined a glass cabinet. It contained several different coloured toys and objects for purchase. Gabi leant in closer to look at them. Some she had never seen in her life. Double ended vibrators, butt plugs, anal beads, strap-ons, whips, paddles and more. It must have been a room to fulfil any fantasy that one might have. As she turned her head, she caught sight of Darion’s amused expression. She remained tight-lipped, and followed him into another room.

  A huge television screen hung from the wall, showing an erotic movie. There was a large, king-sized bed, and mirror. There were lit candles throughout, and fake red roses. It looked as romantic as could be in that sort of club.

  The last room had no peephole. There was a sign above the door stating ‘Couples Only.’ Gabi realised that this was obviously where most of the couple swapping took place. Inside, there were round, gigantic beds in each of the four corners, which automatically spun slowly round. Great viewing. There were two stripper poles in the centre of the room.

  At the back of the club, there was another room, again with no peephole, but this time a key lock on the door for maximum privacy. As they neared it, Gabi noticed Darion become unbearably tense, his jaw twitched; his fists clenched on either side of him. As his hand gripped the handle, he inhaled a deep breath and pushed open the door. He hovered for a moment in the doorway.

  “Um…” He turned to Gabi, avoiding eye contact. “This used to be a room offering complete privacy. But, not anymore. It’s, um, it’s a dressing room for the girls, and the dancers.”

  What’s got into him? Gabi thought, puzzled. Why had he changed it into a dressing room? Did it bring back bad memories or something? Before she could drive herself crazy with unanswered questions, he held his hand out, indicating for her to enter.

  Gabi was surprised to see six beautiful women applying make-up, or brushing their hair at a large dressing table mirror. Each of them wore miniscule fantasy outfits: dominatrix, school uniform, nurse, army gear, and more. They were unbelievably sexy. Gabi could have stood and gawped at them all day. She noticed the sign above the door.

  For assistance in roleplay, please request a price list and choose a member of staff in this area.

  She couldn’t believe it. Darion really had gone all out. She wondered if these women just aroused the men, gave them their fantasy, or actually slept with them.

  “These girls help to create a scene for the customers, play along. They’re not prostitutes. They don’t offer anything else,” Darion’s voice was firm. “No other club puts in this much effort, Gabi. I’ve ensured it has everything to appeal to the customers.”

  “Hey, boss.” One of them grinned, twiddling one of her pigtails round her fingers.

  “Hey, Clara.”

  “Hi, Darion,” another employee greeted him smoothly, giving him a little wave, and adjusting her nurse’s hat.

  He beamed at them.

  “You love the attention,” Gabi said when they’d backed out of the room.

  He let out a laugh. “What man wouldn’t, Gabi?”

  “So, where are the men?” She arched a brow. “I don’t see the army guys, officers, or firemen anywhere.”

  “I don’t like competition,” he told her, smacking her ass, which made her yelp. “Besides, I’m the only army guy, officer, or fireman that you need. And trust me…” He nailed her against the wall, bringing her face up to his. “I look more than good in uniform.”

  He tugged her lip gently with his teeth, igniting a spark in the pit of her belly. His tongue slowly slid in her mouth, invading it. Helpless to his touch, Gabi gripped his bottom, pulling him closer, devouring him. Grinding his hips, she felt the prod of his erection against her pelvis, and a throb of desire pulsed between her legs. His kiss became aggressive, possessive, as he let out an agonising cry of ecstasy. She forgot everything but the feel and taste of him.

  “I cannot wait to see you in one,” she said breathlessly.

  “You will.” He slowly pulled back, a playful twinkle in his eye. “Come on.” He grabbed her hand. “There’s more to show you.”

  He opened the double doors to his left. Inside, a large room had an open shower area, private shower area, and two hot tubs. As the steaming water bubbled, Gabi felt extremely tempted to strip off her clothes, and climb into one with Darion.

  She looked over her shoulder, surveying the corridor again. Overall the club looked glamorous, expensive, and inviting. Darion must earn a fortune.

  “What do you say, me and you put one of the rooms to good use?” He picked her up, causing her to wrap her legs tightly around his waist. His tongue traced along her bottom lip.

  She felt fear rise inside her, and asked, “Just me and you?”

  “Just me and you, darlin’.” He winked. “We have this place all to ourselves. Which room are you in the mood for?”

  Gabi thought for a moment. The dungeon suite had looked scarily sexy. And something about a tight PVC catsuit and thigh-high boots appealed to her. Or perhaps Darion could bend her over and really show her who was boss. As if reading her mind, Darion’s lips curled at the sides.

  “Mmm. You wanna be punished, don’t you?”

  “What makes you say that?”

  “It’s the most popular room.”

  Gabi wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her to the dungeon. She’d never experienced proper pain with pleasure before.

  Chapter

  Thirty-Three

  After th
ey’d spent a good forty minutes in the dungeon suite, both of them reaching a satisfying climax, Darion led her out of the playrooms and back into the main bar.

  “Let’s go have a drink, and wait for the playrooms to open. I really want you to try it, Gabi, with other people.” Darion studied her. “Just see if you enjoy it.”

  In the bar, she found it much busier, as more people had arrived. Looking around her, Gabi noticed lots of displays of public affection, couples kissing, men kissing women, men kissing men, women kissing women. The doors opened to the playrooms, and Gabi watched as a few people passed the red velvet rope and entered.

  “So, what do you think of the club overall?” Darion asked as he took up residence on a sofa. A bartender instantly came and brought a tray of alcoholic drinks. Another one put a bottle of champagne in a standing bucket of ice. Gabi caught one of them flashing Darion a smirk, before sexily sauntering off.

  Gabi bit her lip, feeling anger and jealousy boil up inside her. Sure, the rooms had looked impressive—when empty. She wondered whether Darion had fucked that girl in one of the rooms, whipped her, used toys on her, had an orgy. She wondered how many times he had used the rooms, how many people he had slept with. She felt her stomach tighten, suddenly afraid that she would vomit. Just the thought of sharing him made tears prick her eyes.

  Darion took a bottle of champagne and poured them each a glass. “Go and check out the place in action,” he told her.

  “Um…I’m going to the ladies’, I’ll be right back,” she excused herself, standing up.

  When she turned the corner, out of Darion’s sight, she caught her breath. It was all too much for her. She was overwhelmed with emotions. She realised she couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to see other people writhing about naked, having sex. She didn’t want to see Darion watching other women, touching her, and desiring other women. What went on in those rooms was perverted. She needed to get out of the club, and quick. She had originally thought that he owned only a gentlemen’s club, but he owned a swingers’ club too. He also engaged in swinging frequently. It wasn’t just a now and then hobby. How could she ever trust him when he owned this type of place? Her head was throbbing. It was way too much to digest.