Club Belle Tori

by Michelle Hoppe

  Needing to move, wanting a distraction from his closeness, she looked at him and said, “Would you like a tour?”

  “Hmm, I thought you'd never ask.”

  Taking her hand, he pulled gently to lift her from the seat. With his arm resting on the small of her back, they walked toward the door leading from the club back into the lobby.

  “What would you like to see first?” she asked.

  “Your body devoid of clothing!”

  “I meant a tour of the mansion, sweetheart, not my body,” she laughed.

  “Your meaning was never in question Victoria. And given the choice, I repeat, I want to see your naked flesh, lit by candlelight, exposed to my eyes only.” He moved close, taking her face in both hands and lifting her eyes to meet his. He continued speaking in soft, sensual, deep tones, “Breasts standing tall and firm, nipples hard. Your body trembling with anticipation, as you wait for my lips to glide over each sensitive inch of tissue. I will share you later, but for now I want you alone, no distractions, no interruptions, and no doubt in your mind that I am here for one reason.”

  “One reason only?” She asked in barely a whisper.

  “One reason only, Victoria.”

  “Which is?”

  “To carry you to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.” Even before he had finished speaking his lips lowered to hers. Effortlessly he lifted her into his arms and moved toward the stairs. “Which way, angel?” he asked as his lips parted from the kiss.

  “Left, down the hall. End of the corridor, then through the double doors.”

  Once in the room he set her tenderly on her feet, his arms holding her in a tight embrace. It was as if he wanted to sear her body's impression into his mind, making it a part of him. Her head lay in the center of his chest, body leaning into his frame. He held her there, neither of them speaking, barely breathing, lost in the warmth surrounding them.

  “I'm going to take you for the ride of your life, my beautiful lady. Your body is going to sing like it has never done before.” His fingers moved to the hooks holding her bustier in place. Releasing first the top one and then the bottom one, alternating back and forth, he worked his way to the middle, leaving only one holding the material in place. She felt his body move gently back, as the last hook gave way, creating enough room for his hand to catch red silk as it slid from her body. Lifting it to his nostrils, he inhaled the fragrance of her perfume still lingering within the folds. He took a step back, letting the bustier fall to the floor, and taking her arms, he pushed gently up until they were suspended over her head. The look in his eyes telling her he wanted them to stay in that position.

  Walking behind her, he felt for the zipper of her skirt, and slowly pulled it open, letting the skirt float to the floor at her feet. He knelt down, reaching for the straps on her heels, and starting with the left, unclasped the buckle, then slid her foot free, as he reached for the right one to do the same. Standing once again, he moved close in behind her, not speaking, not touching. All she could hear was the slow steady sound of his breathing. Feeling his fingers on hers, he cupped her outstretched hands into his and slowly pulled them down to her chest. Placing her fingers on the soft flesh of her breasts and using her hands inside his, he started to massage her nipples. “Let your hands be mine,” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes, allowing her mind to concentrate on the feeling of warm flesh rubbing over now hard nubs, as his hands withdrew from hers. She heard him move, walking slowly around her body. She could feel his eyes roving over her naked skin as he stopped in front of her.

  “Open your eyes Victoria; I want to see the look of desire deep within their depths. I want to see the sparks of ecstasy fly from the core of your being as I make you mine.” His voice was hypnotic, soothing, “Let them be my window to your soul.”

  Standing there bathed in the light being cast into the room by the lamp in the hall, he could see her nakedness framed against the blackness of the room behind them. Her fingers still massaging her breasts, she opened her eyes, to look deeply into his. Whatever it was he saw at that moment pleased him, because the smile, which lit his face, was heavenly.

  “Where are the candles, love?”

  “Over on the table beside the door.”

  “Don't go away,” he instructed, as he left to find candles and matches, then moving throughout the room, lit several. The soft warm glow they cast brought the corners of the room out of shadows.

  “A beautiful room for a beautiful lady,” he said, while walking back in the direction of the door, which he closed softly. Then she heard the lock hit home, effectively closing out the world beyond, he turned, bringing their eyes back into contact. “I want you to move over to the bed and lie down.”

  Moving to the bed, she sat on the edge, lifting her feet off the floor and stretching out straight on top of the satin comforter. He reached beneath her knees lifting them slightly, then with deft fingers, released the garter clasps holding her nylons in place. While allowing his palms to glide over her skin, he rolled the hose down her legs and over her toes, leaving the only article of clothing still on her body the garter belt itself. Stroking his fingers up the front of her hip he soon had it removed as well, leaving every inch of her uncovered body open to his gaze.

  With a twinkle dancing in his eyes, he took her wrists and lifting them over her head, tied them to the headboard, using the nylons he had just taken off her legs.

  “Where are the toys?”

  “In the top drawer of the bedside table.”

  Opening the drawer, he took out a blindfold and slipped it over her eyes, casting her back into darkness. She could hear him going through the drawer looking at the rather extensive array of goodies there. Several items were placed on the bed next to her, and then…

  Silence.

  She could no longer hear him. “Jase?” She whispered.

  Nothing. Not a sound in the room.

  * * * *

  Tony crossed the main salon until he was standing next to Pierre, waiting for the guests within distance of their voices to move by, then he asked. “What has become of Tori?”

  “I believe Mr. Hunter has captured our fair lady, and taken her away.”

  “You sure this is the right thing to do Pierre?” Tony asked with concern in his voice.

  “I'm sure.” He sounded so damn confident. “She needs a man in her life, and I'm not talking about a sexual partner, I'm talking about someone to love her as she deserves to be loved.”

  “But is she ready for this?”

  “God dammit Tony, it's been seven fucking years since Matt, just how long do you think I should give her?”

  “Is it really for you to decide? After all it's her life you're interfering with.”

  “I know that, but I have to try.”

  Pierre didn't need Tony telling him he might be making a mistake with Hunter. He had been switching between congratulating himself and kicking himself all week. “Let's just keep moving forward here Tony, time will tell if I'm right.”

  “And what am I supposed to say to the members asking where Belle Tori is?”

  “Fucking hell, they should all know after the way he swept her off her feet with that dance.” Pierre's voice sounded incredulous that anyone could wonder where she had gone.

  “Dance, is that what you call the way he played her body?” Tony laughed, his voice carrying a note of surprise.

  “It's as close as I can come to describing it. I don't think in all the years I've known Tori, I ever witnessed such complete surrender on her part.”

  “God, it was a stunning sight to behold.”

  “Oui, stunning.” Pierre replied as he glanced around the room, checking quickly to make sure they could not be overheard. “So we agree, tonight Tori is otherwise engaged, and if any guest has a problem with it send them to me.”

  “Okay old man, I'm going to trust your judgment for now.” Tony called him old man because he knew it was the only way he could rattle Pierre.

 
“Just get your ass behind the bar, and run this place for thirty minutes because I need a break,” Pierre barked as he walked away in the direction of the east wing.

  Once in the lobby, it did not take much to see Victoria and Jason had indeed gone upstairs. Usually a velvet cord hung across the stairs, a gentle reminder that the upper level was private. At the moment though the cord was hanging loose and the private sign was lying on the floor. As Pierre moved to climb the stairs he reattached the hooks onto the banister, then headed for the solitude of his office.

  He didn't turn on the lights as he entered, just walked straight ahead until his legs bumped the front of the couch, where he proceeded to stretch out to his full length. His head rested on a pillow in the corner and his feet hung comfortably on the arm at the other end. He closed his eyes and tried to shake the doubt from his mind, knowing he couldn't stay there long. It wasn't acceptable for both Victoria and he to be missing at the same time.

  Damn Tony's hide for bringing the words to life, as if he needed someone other than himself questioning what he was doing. Summoning a picture of Matt and Victoria together into his mind, he remembered even on the best days with Matt, Tori had never abandoned herself so freely, not as she had done this evening. Thinking back on all the conversation they'd had during the four years she and Matt were married, he could not recall her ever once saying he fulfilled her sexual needs.

  They had been happy, madly in love and oh so young. Pierre never believed Matt when he said it didn't bother him when Victoria engaged in sexual fantasies with other people. It was not as if he tried to hold her back or made her feel guilty in any way, but you could see it in his eyes when he watched her. As far as Pierre knew, he had never objected to the club, or tried to get her to close it down. Pierre found it a little sad that Victoria was the only one who never realized Matt only allowed her to indulge her passion because of his undying love.

  That was the thing Pierre had admired most about Matt, his complete devotion to her happiness. Victoria had spent the last seven years trying to replace him with a string of male partners, none of whom had lasted more than a few days. And with each failed attempt to find another Matt, Victoria became more and more difficult to please. Lately she spent less time one-on-one than she did in groups of three or more, which was why the night she disappeared with the new member Samuel Grimes, he felt perhaps it was time to consider the situation.

  It was four days after his first visit before Grimes reappeared at the club, and when he did Pierre made sure he arranged a meeting with him at his hotel. He needed to find out what had happened between the two of them, and was surprised by what he learned. Apparently, Victoria had spent the time talking to the man, captivated him completely and at the same time made him decide he was not the type of man she was looking for. His disappointment had only begun to register when Grimes started talking about Jason Hunter.

  After half an hour of listening, Pierre came to the conclusion Hunter just might be the man to bring Victoria back to life. A plan was hatched between the two men to bring this couple together as soon as possible. It had taken several weeks to get everything in place, and Pierre realized at this point there was no turning back; then again, after what he saw downstairs earlier, he would not want to turn back. Pierre returned to congratulating himself, thinking again of the complete surrender he had witnessed just a short time ago on the dance floor.

  The sound of the intercom beeping pulled him back to the present. Hitting the light switch on the table lamp, he sat up and grabbed the phone. “Oui.”

  “Sorry to disturb you, boss, but you're needed in the main salon.” Sophia's voice came over the line.

  “I'm on my way now.”

  Locking the door on his way out he headed toward the stairs, stopping momentarily to assure that the door leading to the private residence was also locked.

  * * * *

  With the first stroke of the feather, shivers ran over her skin, causing goose bumps. Starting at her belly the soft down moved softly as it teased her inner thighs and glided slowly down to her toes. Then back up, smoothly gliding along her arms, touching briefly on her fingertips. Slowly, meticulously, the feather was stroked over each inch of skin. Touching lightly until her body was tingling from top to bottom.

  “As the feather now touches you, soon it will be my lips. My hot tongue sliding over soft tissue, teasing, and nibbling until your body quivers at my touch.” His voice continued to whisper in the darkness surrounding her. “The texture of my tongue as it moves up between your legs, resting on your clit, licking, tasting, sucking.”

  She could feel the moisture start deep inside. Her muscles contracted as the feather and his words continued to raze her senses. She moved her legs as the tickling sensation continued, trying to stop the spasms that were building within. His hands took her ankle and he tied first one then the other with what felt like silk to the footboard, effectively stopping her squirming.

  “We must cool the heat igniting inside you, angel.” Cold liquid hit her mound. “I want the passion to build slowly.” More cold fluid dribbled onto her breasts. “Starting as an ember,” a splash hit her belly and slowly ran down her sides.

  Victoria struggled against the ties holding her in place. The blindfold hid him from view and only his voice penetrated the moment.

  “Building to gentle flames,” as more oil ran down her legs, the cold hitting hard as each new drop landed on nerve ending so close to the surface. “Then bursting forth into an inferno,” now on her neck, hitting like a raindrop, cold at first then flowing out from the center to coat more exposed skin, as it warmed with the air.

  “Swept away on the flames of desire,” as the oil spread out over her body its heat increased, searing her flesh, moving from new splashes of cold to warm to intense heat, until her body could no longer distinguish temperature. His voice became soft again, “Carrying you high on the wings of ecstasy.” He stopped.

  Silence again, her limbs ridged with expectation. She could not tell where he was, what he was doing. All she could do was wait for the next touch to come, the next sensation to arrive. The seconds ticked by. Nothing happened. All she could feel was the heat of the oil on her skin, coating her body like a blanket. With the blindfold covering her eyes, she tried to concentrate on sounds around her, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. The tingling anticipation was causing the pit deep in her belly to tighten, the orgasm he was seeking resting just below the surface. Her mind started to strain, wondering when and where his touch would land next.

  Without warning his teeth latched onto her nipple, a shock wave ripped through her veins, sending an orgasmic scream of pleasure reverberating around the room. Cum flowed from her pussy and her body shuddered. Her arms strained at the bonds holding them against the headboard, her body rolling from side to side as far as the restraints would allow. “I want to see you,” she screamed at him. “I need to see you.”

  The blindfold was moving off her eyes and she saw him standing at the side of the bed. Drinking in the vision of his lean relaxed body, his eyes swimming with desire, she suddenly realized with everything that had happened between them, he was still dressed.

  Summoning every ounce of will power she possessed, her voice deep and soft from the haze of orgasm, Victoria asked, “Do you always dispense such exquisite torture on women with your clothes on Mr. Hunter?”

  “No angel, but a special lady needs special handling,” he replied, his voice passionate and confidant.

  “Why do you think I'm special?”

  “I don't think it Victoria, I know it. Your body thrills to my touch with such sweet abandon; your mind gives itself freely to sensual pleasure. There is no thought, just sweet and total surrender. It takes a special woman to allow her body to overrule her mind in such a way.”

  “That does not make me special, Jase.”

  “Hush Victoria, 'tis not something I can explain, it can only be felt.”

  He walked to the end of the
bed, slowly kneeling between her legs. She felt another gush of honey start moving toward the surface. His lips were so close to her overwrought skin, and his tongue touched the inside of her knee. The texture of his tongue, licking down her calf, coming to rest on her ankle, he nibbled. With soft bites he took small amounts of skin between his teeth, licking the edges as he applied gentle pressure. Licking, biting, sucking, he continued up and down both legs between ankle and knee, then slowly he started to move up her frame.

  The attention he gave each delectable bit of skin occupied his lips, tongue, and teeth. Her entire body was trapped in the throes of climax, the rush of orgasms coming one after another, as his mouth worked its magic on her body. No flesh was left untouched, no inch of skin neglected, his hot mouth flowing along her limbs, and where his mouth first touched soon his hands followed. Massaging, probing, and rubbing sweet honey into her pores, raising needle pricks on each nerve ending that existed below the surface of her tissue. Hours of exquisite pleasure, as orgasms swept her beyond the bounds of earthly delight, dazzling ecstasy expertly delivered by a master.

  True to his words, Jason brought her body to a quivering mass of nerves. Her orgasms weaving in a circle without end, until she sailed on his wings beyond the boundaries of earth and sky. No longer able to tolerate his touch, she released her muscles, lost in an obscure world between tenderness and bliss, she drifted off to sleep.

  Lying down carefully beside her on the bed, Jason whispered softly, “Sleep now my angel and dream the sweet dreams of a woman who is cherished.” As the soft light of dawn filtered through the slit of the drapes, Jason fell into a peaceful slumber.

  Chapter 6

  Yvette arrived at the mansion exactly on time, to find Pierre, Sophia, and Tony all sitting in the lobby waiting for her. She came into the room with a smile lighting her eyes, hoping for a report on last evening's events with the mystery man.

  “Good morning Yvette.” Pierre said as he took her hand and led her to the couch, pulling her down next to him.