He was also finally starting to relax a bit about my dancing. As he was out on a Wednesday night, one of Lexi’s bar nights, I was doing a few dances on a Wednesday now as well as a Saturday night, and had earned enough money from tips in my savings to finally sort out paying him back for my operation, without drawing on a credit card. I just had to figure a way of getting him to accept me paying him back. He’d agreed with Dr Jarvis that it wasn’t a good idea for him to watch me as it got him all riled up, but he insisted on dropping Lexi and I off and picking us up when our shifts ended. Lexi was left in charge of me while I was there while he and Doug were at the swimming pool, running or playing games at ours.
‘Baby,’ he held my door open and I took his hand as I stepped out and looked around with a frown on my face.
‘Where are we? This isn’t your dad’s.’
‘No, I told you the night was young. It’s fantasy night and we’re not done yet.’
‘I don’t get it,’ I replied as I looked around. We were in a very exclusive looking area with three storey large town houses as far as the eye could see down the tree lined road.
‘We’re going to a club.’
‘They have a night club here?’ I exclaimed as he led me up some steps to a large glossy black front door and pressed the bell.
‘Of sorts,’ he grinned as he squeezed my hand. I jumped as a posh male voice came through the intercom.
‘Good evening how may I help you?’
‘Mr. and Mrs. Smthye.’
‘Password?’
‘Degustare,’ replied Gabe as I looked at him even more confused. ‘Play along baby,’ he whispered in my ear as he kissed my temple.
‘What does Degustare mean?’ I asked as I heard the door being unlocked.
‘It’s Latin for to savour, or taste with appreciation,’ he winked.
‘O, it’s a club where we can eat too?’
‘You, are so adorable,’ he laughed and kissed my temple again as I looked to see an old fashioned butler holding the door open for us. Gabe tugged me by the hand into the hall and the door was carefully locked behind us.
‘Please follow me Mr. & Mrs. Smythe.’ We followed the butler down a wide hall and he took us into a large room with a reception desk where a glamorous blonde looked up and smiled.
‘Good evening Mr. & Mrs. Smythe. Welcome to 710. Do you have any coats or items of clothing you’d like to leave with me?’
‘No thank you,’ Gabe replied. She nodded, got up and went to a wall of what looked like those old fashioned small drawer safes you saw in the bank vaults in movies, where people left their jewellery and private documents. She opened one and pulled out the drawer and carried it back to us, placing it on the desk.
‘I’ll need your mobile phones, wallets, handbags and keys please.’
‘Certainly,’ Gabe replied and pulled his out of his pocket and placed them in the lined metal drawer. He looked at me and flicked his head at it. I slowly put my clutch bag in as I gave him a what the hell is this? look, and he squeezed my hand reassuringly. How would we buy drinks without our wallets? I watched her lock our things up and she came back over.
‘May I have your wrist Mrs. Smythe?’
‘O.k.’ I replied hesitantly and held out my right hand, my pretty white gold diamond heart ring glinting in the light. She slipped a thin silver bangle over my hand, with the key to the locker dangling from it and smiled.
‘Mr. Smythe, your right hand please,’ she asked. I watched as she tried various silver rings on Gabe’s right hand, until one finally fit. It had symbols etched into it, I couldn’t make out from here what they were. What the hell was going on?
‘You understand the rules?’
‘I do,’ nodded Gabe. Rules? What rules? I wondered as I looked at him again. ‘Trust me baby,’ he whispered as he held my gaze. It wasn’t a question, but I nodded anyway, I did trust him. Implicitly.
‘Then please enjoy your evening.’ She gave me a reassuring smile, as if sensing my unease, before the butler lead us back to the corridor and down to a set of exquisitely carved double wooden doors. He opened them and we were shown into a surprisingly large open plan modern room, with a long dimly lit bar in front of us. The room was painted in a rich red, with soft lighting and comfortable couches and chairs. It was even busier than the hotel bar, but much darker, and as the door closed behind us and Gabe worked his way through to the bar, I smiled as people caught my eye and looked us up and down. I did a double take when I saw a woman in just a Basque, stockings and suspenders. What was that all about? They seriously let people go to clubs in London wearing just that?
‘Drink baby?’
‘You have no cash,’ I replied as we stood at the bar.
‘It’s included in the entrance fee.’
‘You didn’t pay an entrance fee.’
‘I did when I booked.’
‘You have to book a nightclub and pay in advance?’ I frowned.
‘It’s a requirement of this club,’ he grinned. I rolled my eyes and looked around as he ordered a water for himself and a vodka cranberry for me. I took in a surprised gasp to see a woman leaning back on the bar with her partners hand down her skirt. He was obviously masturbating her, but unlike when Gabe and I did it in Fazeley’s, here there was no discretion, she was facing the room and others were watching her. She smiled as she saw me staring, and I blushed and quickly looked back at Gabe.
‘What sort of club is this Gabe?’ I demanded.
‘Are you just giving up on the role play portion of the evening altogether?’ he laughed.
‘I apologise Mr Smythe, but your “wife” would like to know what sort of club you’ve brought her to.’
‘My “wife,”’ he grinned as a soft look flowed over his face.
‘Mrs Smythe, not Mrs Austin,’ I reminded him.
‘For now,’ he nodded and leaned in and kissed me. I sighed and opened my mouth for him, letting his tongue tease mine with gentle flicks. When we pulled apart another couple were standing right next to us, so I picked up my drink quickly.
‘I’m sorry we’re in your way, please excuse us,’ I smiled as I went to move.
‘Please don’t go, we’d like to join you this evening,’ smiled the man as he grabbed my free hand and lifted it to his mouth and kissed it. I looked at him startled and Gabe immediately grabbed my wrist and pulled it away.
‘I’m sorry, it’s our first time here so I’m afraid we’re not looking for company.’ He grabbed me and pulled me into his side.
‘My apologies, I hope to see you both here again soon.’ He smiled at me again as he took his partners hand and walked away. I frowned again, then looked back around the room carefully, taking in the way the men were looking at the women, how some were more than heavy petting and not just in the corners, registering what people were wearing, or in some cases not wearing. I looked back around at Gabe who was chewing nervously on his lower lip.
‘It’s a sex club,’ I uttered as it suddenly came to me.
‘Yes,’ he nodded as he kept his gaze on my face.
‘You want to have sex with another couple?’ I asked, feeling hurt.
‘No,’ he replied immediately. ‘I don’t want to have sex with anyone but you, and I don’t want you having sex with anyone but me, no touching of other people either.’
‘Then why are we here?’ I asked, feeling relieved, if not still a little confused.
‘In Edinburgh you told me that it got you excited to have someone watch you having an orgasm.’
‘Right,’ I replied. ‘Ooooo,’ I nodded as I suddenly got it. He’d asked me if I would be turned on to have someone watching us having sex and I’d said “yes.” He’d never mentioned it again since that night, I thought he’d forgotten, I certainly had. I frowned as I looked at him. ‘You brought me here to let someone else watch us having sex?’
‘Only if you want to baby. I thought it was something that you wanted,’ he looked back at me confused. ‘You didn’t want this?
’
‘I don’t know. In Edinburgh that was kind of a heat of the moment reaction to accidentally being seen, this is a bit … a bit … premeditated and out of the blue.’
‘Shit, I’m so sorry, it was a stupid idea. Let’s go.’ He set his drink on the bar and took my hand.
‘What about you? Did you want someone to watch us having sex?’
‘Not particularly, but I thought you did, I thought it would make you happy.’
‘I’m already happy,’ I smiled as I reached up and stroked his cheek. ‘Have I given you any reason to think that I’m not happy?’
‘I’ve not been easy to live with lately baby, I know that. I’m just so scared of you getting tired of me and these damn mood swings. I wanted to try and do something to please you and I’ve fucked this up as well. Instead of a romantic Valentine’s meal, our first together, I bring you to a fucking sex club. Jesus Christ,’ he sighed and rubbed his face.
‘You haven’t fucked up Gabe, you just surprised me, I wasn’t expecting this. I’d never have thought you’d do something like this even if I desperately wanted it. You put yourself out to do something that you didn’t want to, because you thought would make me happy. That’s the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for me.’
‘You’re not being serious?’ He gave me an incredulous look.
‘Forget where we are Gabe, or why you brought me here. Focus on the fact that you’ve just put my desires above your own to make me happy. Of course I’m serious, I love you even more for doing this.’
‘Even though you don’t want to do it?’
‘People just go at it in here?’ I asked as I looked around again.
‘No,’ he laughed, ‘though there’s no rule against that. At 9 p.m. the doors to the playrooms open. This is where people can mingle and meet others if they want company before they head to the rooms.’
‘What sort of rooms?’ I was curious now.
‘I was told that they have BDSM rooms with heavy equipment, ones with massive beds for group sex, ones with Jacuzzi’s, open plan rooms so others can watch etc.’
‘You’ve never been here before?’
‘No,’ he laughed. ‘It wasn’t an easy place to find out about either, or cheap,’ he shrugged.
‘Then we better stay and take a look around, I don’t want you to have wasted loads of money for nothing.’
‘You want to look around?’
‘Sure why not? I’m not sure I’m ready to let someone watch us, but I’m kind of excited at the thought of watching someone else,’ I giggled.
‘You are so wanton today Mrs Smythe,’ he laughed. ‘Dates with singers, snogging women, orgasms in taxi’s and now this.’
‘I’m wanton for you Brandon Smythe, I’m already seriously horny at the thought of having sex, without even seeing other people doing it. What time is it now?’ I asked as I palmed his chest and pressed up against him, tilting my head back to look at his handsome face.
‘Very nearly nine baby. Have I told you how amazing you look? That dress clings to you like a second skin and those shoes … damn they make your sexy legs go on for miles. You have so many men, and women too, watching you right now.’
‘Then let’s put on a mini show for them,’ I winked as I pulled his head down to mine and kissed him passionately. I felt his hands slide up the back of my dress to cup my bare buttocks and knead them. I tried not to think about the fact that it may have ridden up far enough for someone to see, instead I kept my thighs pressed firmly together and gave into my desire for my man. My wonderful man who’d put my perceived needs above his own to make me happy. ‘I think I could fall in love with you Brandon,’ I teased as I pulled away slightly giddy.
‘Then we’ll need to end this right now. I was only after a night of hot sex with a sexy stranger,’ he winked.
‘You want to end this before you’ve even had a degustare?’ I smiled, realising now how apt the password was for this sort of club. I slid my index finger between my thighs, through the dampness and lifted my it and hesitated in front of his mouth as his lips parted and his pupils dilated. I quickly put it in my own mouth, sucking slowly as I rolled my tongue around it and let out a sexy moan as he watched, enthralled.
‘Fuck, you’ll be the undoing of me Mia,’ he sighed as he swept my fringe away from my forehead. ‘I can’t wait to latch onto that wet little clit of yours and have you scream my name as I suck you dry. You’re my favourite flavour.’
‘Compared to what?’ I asked as I took my finger out with one last flick of my tongue for him to watch.
‘Everything,’ he smiled and bent his head to kiss me as the gong rang. He reached around and tugged on the back of my dress, before grasping my hand. ‘Ready?’
‘I am,’ I smiled back. ‘But what are the rules?’
‘Quite simple actually. People wearing silver bracelets and rings can only go through the silver door. Guys must wear condoms, even for oral, and everyone must politely ask permission to join in, and accept refusal graciously. No one discusses the club unless it’s with someone that they trust implicitly.’
‘Simple as that?’
‘Yes,’ he nodded. I looked around and saw the doors on the opposite side were gold.
‘What’s gold then?’
‘Regular membership fees, sexual health checks first, no condoms required and the same remaining rules, plus access to different rooms on that side of the house.’
‘And those steel doors over there?’
‘Platinum. You have to pay a serious annual membership fee to access those areas, with more luxurious rooms and hostess services, full sexual heath checks first again.’
‘How much was it?’ I asked as he led me to the silver doors.
‘Not telling baby because I don’t want you to feel pressured by the monetary factor, or the sex side of it, ok? I’m more than happy with our sex life, I don’t need this. I only booked it for you.’
‘Thank you,’ I smiled as I squeezed his hand a bit tighter. I was astonished as we walked through the doors. ‘Why’s it called 710?’
‘It’s open seven days a week for ten hours,’ he replied. The 710 club obviously owned a number of the terraced town houses and had knocked through making it huge. There were stairs and lifts and silver etched plaques on the wall showing the layout of our section. The BDSM rooms were in the basement, a swimming pool and beach on the ground floor. I raised my eyebrows, they had a beach? First floor housed the fantasy rooms, which included a prehistoric cave, an office, a castle tower, ranch, hay barn, western saloon bar. The list went on. The top floor was designated as open plan, I assumed for watching and joining in on orgies. Shit, the place just oozed sexual pheromones and I was already turned on enough from our little scenario at the bar.
‘Where would you like to go?’ Gabe asked.
‘I think I’d just like to see the basement first.’
‘Ok,’ he smiled. I could already hear the sounds of sex filling the air, seeping through the closed double doors in front of us, but we went down a flight of stairs into a cellar, with Gabe holding my hand tightly to make sure I didn’t trip. There were brick arches over wrought iron gates to individual little “rooms.”
‘You want to watch?’ Gabe asked as I hesitated in front of one, intrigued. A guy was bent over a wooden device, with his hands cuffed to the front of it and his ankles cuffed at the rear. One woman was lying down underneath it giving him a blow job, while another was wearing a strap on and greasing it up with one hand, while she greased up his rear with the other. I tucked my hair behind my ear as Gabe stood next to me, still holding my hand. It felt so wrong to be standing there, so close to these strangers, especially when he started groaning and I gasped as the woman slammed her fake penis into his backside and started to fuck him roughly. ‘Not really my thing,’ whispered Gabe with a shudder.
‘Damn it,’ I teased as he led me away. ‘I was really hoping to fuck your virgin arse with one of those big dildo’s for our next role play.
’
‘Over my dead fucking body,’ he exclaimed as he looked at me. I winked at him, finger and tongue play was as far as he was willing to go and that suited me. I didn’t like the idea of him being totally debased like that. We walked even faster past a room with two guys sucking on each another’s cock while the woman were in a 69 position eating each other out.
I looked fascinated at some of the empty BDSM areas. I liked our headboard at home, where Gabe could tie me up, which we both enjoyed. I liked being spanked and the light flogger, butt plugs, the gag and blindfold, but this? There were suspended harnesses, crosses with shackles and an electric fucking machine. I saw people in fetish pvc and leather and a girl manacled on a wall, spread in a ‘X’ shape screaming with pleasure as a cane left angry red welts across her backside and the back of her thighs.
‘Over my dead body,’ I advised as I looked up at Gabe. I did pink spanks, sometimes light welts if I was feeling adventurous, but not these sort of welts that were bruising and verging on bleeding.
‘As if Mia,’ he snorted. ‘I don’t want you to hurt you, just turn you on.’ He led me upstairs and we peaked into the pool and beach area, where people were going at it in the water and on sun loungers spread around. We bypassed the first floor and headed up to the vast open plan area and started doing a tour. Gabe tucked in behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder, as we stopped next to a distinguished looking gentleman in a suit. He was watching two guys spit roasting a buxom girl on a bed, her heavy tits swinging below her. I wriggled my hips as I started getting turned on seeing her being fucked from each end. The guy who was fucking her doggy style had one hand around her throat, the other holding her shoulder as he rammed into her. The guy getting head turned, looked at us and smiled, then winked at us and flicked his head for us to join them and I shook my head quickly. Watching was one thing, joining in was a no way.
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