by Tiffani Lynn
“We had different kinks. I’m a voyeur and exhibitionist, and he’s into the BDSM thing. At first it was okay, because I could watch him do his thing and it sort of filled what I was looking for, too. However, because we were exclusive, the sexual element of the BDSM was missing for him since I wouldn’t submit and be his slave. To make a long story short, I came in one night to find him in the dungeon screwing a woman he had tied down. Wish I could say it turned me on to watch him with someone else, but instead it pissed me off. We never agreed to be with anyone else sexually, and I’m not good at physically sharing.
“He could spank, whip, lash, paddle, and pinch whomever he wanted but sexual penetration was not okay. We had a huge fight, because I wouldn’t agree to be his slave to solve the problem. When I realized I could never be what he needed me to be, I broke it off. He understood and found a full time slave who was with him for about five years. It was hard at first, but I’ve since come to realize we were never meant to be. We’re very good friends, but I haven’t been with him, nor have I wanted too, in eight years, so he’s a non-factor.”
Finn’s expression is thoughtful as he absorbs the information. He takes a deep breath like he’s readying himself to continue on. “Why the voyeurism?”
“I have no idea. I guess I’m hardwired that way. I like to watch people in sexual acts.” I shrug, trying to convey I have no idea why. “It turns me on. I’ve been known to check out porn, but mostly I get my fix at the club.”
“Does exhibitionism come with the voyeurism territory?”
“No. In fact, most people who are into one aren’t into the other. The voyeurism aspect was the easiest for me to accept and understand. Watching people have sex is a turn on. The porn industry is proof of that. The exhibitionism part took me longer to realize and accept. I owned Eden for several years before James talked me into having sex in a scene room the first time. I was terrified but once I got over the initial fear, I realized I enjoyed turning people on, giving them the same thing they give me when I watch. I’m not a peeping Tom or anything. I don’t spy on people in changing rooms or anything. These are things I like in the right context, and Eden is the perfect place to live out those fantasies. There are people out there with serious psychological issues who like to do those things in inappropriate settings, but I’m not like that.”
“Do you ever think of yourself as a lesbian? You mentioned being with a woman at one time.” His eyes squint as if in his mind he’s trying to weed through what I’m saying, like he’s not understanding what category I should fit in. I’m guessing in his world everyone fits in a particular category: straight, gay, lesbian, etc. At Eden’s Odyssey the categories are more broad and most people don’t fit into just one.
“No. I do find women beautiful and their bodies fascinating, but that only lasts for a short period of time and then I’m ready for something more substantial.”
His chest heaves as he lets out a deep sigh. The lines in his forehead and around his eyes smooth out and his shoulders relax as if the tension is draining out of his body. He looks so young when he’s relaxed. If it weren’t for his dark facial hair, he’d look like he belongs on a college campus. Instead he looks like he belongs on the cover of a magazine.
“What if I tell you I’m willing to try to get into this voyeur thing with you?”
“I know it’s not your thing. I couldn’t ask that of you.” I’m doing my best to keep the hope my heart feels at hearing his words locked down. There’s no way things could be this easy.
“I’ve had a lot of time to think since I left here the last time. What I discovered about myself is that I was seriously turned on all three nights I was at Eden. I walked around hard almost the whole visit, because I liked checking out other people in sexual acts. Enjoying it with you ramped things up considerably. The problem for me came in when I tried to reconcile that lifestyle with my ideal wife and kids type future.”
I squint my eyes as I prod him along with a hand gesture. He’s not getting to a point I understand. Nothing has changed except he’s willing to admit he liked watching. “Okay.” I drag the word out.
“Can you see marriage and kids in your future eventually?” he questions.
“Yes, but not for a few more years. I have to take care of Georgia first and foremost, but I’m being honest when I say I get off on being at the club. I’m not quite ready to give up that part of me. Instead of giving it up, I want someone to enjoy it with me.”
“Then we’re on the same page. I haven’t met a woman as intriguing or individualistic as you are… ever. If I let that slip away because you like your sex more colorful than I’m used to, I’d be stupid. It would be different if I didn’t like it, but I did. I want to set up some ground rules though if you want to try to make us work.”
Hope sneaks out of lockdown and warms my chest like a good shot of whiskey so I respond, “Okay, that’s fair.”
“We are exclusive. Neither one of us can sleep with anyone else. In fact, I don’t want anyone else touching you in a sexual way if we do this. I won’t share you. That’s a hard limit for me. My ex-fiancé, Nadia, cheated on me and I caught her in the act. I can’t deal with that. Next thing, no preforming in one of those rooms unless I’m there. I want to be present for all of the sexual stuff. I know I’m out of town for a week at a time sometimes, but if I can go without so can you.”
“I guess that means no enjoying the windowed scene rooms without you there?”
He nods.
“Okay, so what are your rules then? Those all pertained to me except no sleeping with or touching anyone else.”
“I’ll make sure when I’m in town that I’m here with you on the nights you work for at least some portion of the evening, so if you want to do your thing you can.”
I nod my agreement, but the skepticism pushes its way in again. “You’re not allowed to freak out and run away if something upsets you with all of this and I’m sure it will. This is not a lifestyle you are accustomed to and I don’t expect things to go smoothly all the time. You have to stay and talk to me about it. I hate when you run,” I confess.
“That’s fair. Can you think of anything else?” Finn’s asks.
“You know this is who I am, what I like. If you decide it’s not for you, please tell me and end it. Don’t make me guess or find you with someone else. I don’t want to go through that again.”
“You’re sure you want to try this with me?” he confirms.
“Yes, Finn, I’m willing to give you a shot.”
“Then I need to come in to pay my fee and fill out any additional paperwork that’s necessary. Bobby said something about a physical exam and blood work, but I had all of it done before I got the weekend pass.”
“Club rules state once a year for a physical and twice a year for blood work. You’re good for six months.”
Suddenly he’s very business like. “That’s easy enough. I’ll call my lawyer if you can have the paperwork sent over to him,” Finn states.
“Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want to pressure you and have you end up resenting me for it.” I chew the inside of my lip waiting for his response. I’m so afraid he will regret this.
“No, this is my choice. I want this. More than anything, I want you. Let’s try it.”
“Alright.” I can’t tamp down the Cheshire cat smile spreading across my face.
Before I can process the conversation any further, Finn rises to his feet, taking two big steps forward, and I stand without thinking but stay frozen in place. A hint of his cologne envelopes me like a soft caress. I missed the smell of him more than I should. His lips capture mine as a frenzy of lust ensues.
“I feel like I waited forever to have you,” he breathes against my mouth. “What is it about you that’s so fucking addictive?”
I moan and run my tongue along his soft lips, while he yanks my body flush with his and grinds against me. His fingers grasp the hem of my shirt and peel it up my body and over my head. With
quick movements he unhooks my bra and flings it across the room. He drops to his knees in front of me and with his height he’s still tall enough to take my nipple in his mouth and tug with his lips as I cry out for more. A flash of heat races through me as his calloused fingers pluck and pinch the other, driving me to the brink of insanity.
“Fuck me, Finn. Please!” I urge as he continues to work me over.
He dips his fingers in the waistband of my yoga pants and pulls them down my legs so I kick them out of the way with my toes. Then he rises to his full height, removes his shirt and his pants. I reach for his engorged cock and feel a shudder run through him as my hand grips and strokes him in slow and controlled. A bead of moisture leaks out so I lower to my knees and swipe it up into my mouth.
“Let me fuck your mouth, baby,” he says. “I’ve dreamed about those lips wrapped around my cock every night since we were last together.”
I moan at his choice of words. I love when he talks dirty. I slide my hands around his waist to grip his ass cheeks and relax my throat as I look up at him waiting for him to let loose. His fingers weave into my hair, clutching the strands tight to force my head forward as he begins to work in and out of my mouth. He’s forceful, but not so much that I can’t handle it. My eyes water when he pushes a little too deep. I see a flicker of concern in his eyes before he pulls out, maneuvers around the chair over to my little dining room table and lifts me, leaving my legs to dangle over the side.
“Lay back, Darcy. I’m going to fuck you now. It’s going to be hard and fast. I’m losing patience quick.”
I nod eagerly and flatten my back to the cool surface. I grip the edges of the table with my finger tips as he grabs my ankles, spreads my legs wide and plunges into me. He sets a punishing rhythm right away, robbing me of my breath and coherent thought. The sound of our flesh slapping seems to be echoing off of the walls as he hits the spot inside me that turns my muscles to liquid. My fingers continue to anchor me in place. Sweat accumulates on his brow and drips down his face, through his short beard and over his neck. I have the overwhelming desire to lick it off of him but am unable to do anything but succumb to the hard drive of his hips. My womb clenches and my body shudders as stars explode behind my eyes. My screams echo through the room as he grunts and slams into me one last time before collapsing on me. I kiss his shoulder and lick the sweat from his neck before I place a sweet kiss on the underside of his jaw.
Hard and hot, absolutely.
Soul shattering, without a doubt.
The passion between us every time we’re together is deeper, stronger, more potent than I’ve ever felt with anyone before.
“That was intense,” he says, his voice scratchy from exertion.
“Yeah. Intense,” I agree.
“I’ve missed you so much,” he murmurs as he places a sweet kiss to my lips. Gently, his fingers sweep the hair away from my face as he pulls back enough to make eye contact. His amazing indigo eyes twinkle with happiness as I tell him, “I missed you, too.”
He stands upright, taking me with him, and carries us to the bathroom where we shower and spend the next hour getting reacquainted.
Chapter Ten: Darcy
The Parents. In my head that’s horror movie title one that I’m staring in tonight. We’ve been together now for several weeks and things have been going very well in all aspects of our relationship. Tonight we’re taking a big step though, and I’m nervous. I’m meeting his parents. They come to town a couple of times a year to watch him play. They try to catch games when he’s in Toronto, but they’ve always come to visit in the town he calls home. Celeste and Jasmine, two of his three sisters all of which are younger than Finn by a couple of years will be joining them. Finn assures me everything will be okay, but I’m still nervous as hell. After his game, we’re all going to dinner.
I pair my red cashmere sweater with a pair of tight black slacks and slide on my sexy black low-heeled boots that come to right below my knee. My hair is down and curly and I’m wearing a minimum of makeup. I had to reapply my eyeliner twice though. I’m so nervous that my shaking hands kept giving me squiggle lines. Last, I roll on some lip gloss and clasp a thin gold chain around my neck and push gold hoop earrings into my ears. I grab my black leather coat and small black purse and take a cab to the arena.
The brisk air pushes against my coat, begging entrance as I hustle from the car to the will call window. Small pathways have been cleared between the mountains of old snow piled up so fans could get to the arena. There are people everywhere. Most are wearing team jerseys or other various team paraphernalia. I’m reminded that if I’m going to be dating a hockey stud, I need to invest in some appropriate game day wear. I had this epiphany last time and forgot to do anything about it.
When I get to the will call window, I’m presented with my ticket so I ride the elevator up to the second level and weave my way through the crowd as I follow the signs to my seat. My seats are amazing, better than the last game. The team is already warming up on the ice and a little thrill of excitement zips through my system.
Finn is gliding along the ice seamlessly, taking shots at the goalie and skating back in line to do it again. His gracefulness on the ice reminds me of a ballerina on stage. His motion is fluid and his physique breathtaking even with all the padding he has to wear. The only time I’ve ever been ice skating I looked like a baby giraffe on ice. It was awkward and embarrassing.
Unlike most of the rest of the team, he isn’t wearing his helmet yet, and the loose curls at the ends of his hair are flapping in the wind. While the drill changes, he’s searching the club level seats with his eyes until they land on me. It takes my breath away the way his smile lights up his face. His eyes sparkle with happiness and it’s obvious he’s pleased that I’m here. I wiggle my fingers at him in a small, shy wave, and he winks, then takes off like a bat out of hell in some sort of passing drill.
I remove my coat and lay it over the back of my chair before I sit down while continuing to observe warm-ups. A few minutes later both teams exit the ice and people start heading to their seats. All are filled up around me except for the four reserved for Finn’s family. The puck is going to drop soon, and I can’t imagine they’d want to miss it. As I’m beginning to get worried that maybe they got lost, a shadow falls over me in the form of a man. I lift my eyes up and up and up. This guy is enormous. I stand to move out of the way and realize in an instant he’s Finn’s dad. He’s tall with broad shoulders and a handsome face that resembles Finn’s with the same striking blue eyes. The only difference other than age is the salt and pepper hair covering his head and the slight beer belly protruding over the top of his pants.
I smile and offer my hand to shake.
“Mr. Thompson? I’m Darcy.”
He gives me a polite smile and shakes my hand. I step out of the way so he can pass to take his seat. His wife who is right behind him is lovely. She’s tall, with light eyes, and curly blonde hair cut in a bob above her shoulders. She gifts me a hesitant smile and takes my out-stretched hand with a limp fish shake and lets go. I hope that’s her usual hand shake and not something she did because she found me repulsive. Finn’s sister is next to move past me. Which one? I have no idea.
A cheeky grin is spread across her adorable face. She has the smallest bone structure so far. Her hair is dark like her father’s and straight, cut into a chic pixy cut that very few people can pull off, but she rocks it. She’s only a little taller than I am. Her hand shoots out before mine can.
“I’m Celeste, the oldest of Finn’s sisters. You must be Darcy.”
She’s the warmest of the bunch so far, and I feel my shoulders relax as I take her hand. She leans over far enough so I can see the last person with them. His other sister is about as tall as Celeste, but her dark hair is longer and stylishly cut around her shoulders. Her bone structure is smaller like Celeste’s and I find myself wondering whom they take after. She gives me a shy but friendly smile and waves. I try to let them pass, but Cele
ste shuffles to one side and Jasmine takes up the other side. I’m certain they sat me like this so the interrogation can begin.
Before I can say anything, Celeste says, “We aren’t anything like Roxy. It’s good she couldn’t come this visit. She can be a bit of a witch at times. She scared the last girl off who got to meet the family. It wasn’t pretty, and Finn went a month without talking to her because of it. We have no intention of acting like that; we want to get to know you. It’s obvious Finn cares about you or you wouldn’t be sitting here.”
Since I hadn’t heard about an ex-girlfriend issue with Roxy, I don’t comment, but I make a mental note to ask Finn about it later.
After getting to know his sisters, we settle into a comfortable quiet as we watch the game. His parents never say a word to me. His dad grumbles at the game but otherwise is quiet. I note that they hold hands throughout the game, and I think it’s sweet, but I’m a little surprised they didn’t exchange one word with me. I’ve always heard that Canadians are so friendly; so far I’m not finding that to be the case with his parents.
I’m distracted by thoughts of his family when Finn cuts across the ice and checks some unsuspecting player into the boards. The guy drops to the ice and the crowd goes wild. Finn changes direction and intercepts the puck from the other team. Racing down the ice, he looks to his right and passes to his teammate, who spins and passes it to a guy behind both of them. Finn’s set up near the net so when his teammate passes the puck back to him, he redirects it into the net and the crowd breaks out chanting, “Thompson, Thompson, Thompson!” I glance over at his parents to find proud grins pasted on their faces as they observe the crowd.
I loosen up a little at their obvious pleasure and hope things will get more comfortable between us before Finn gets off the ice. They never come around, but by the end of the game I’m joking and laughing with Celeste and Jasmine while praying Finn will be out of the locker room before our camaraderie dies down and I have to make stunted conversation with the folks. It’s obvious they don’t like me very much.
