Open Doors

by Tymber Dalton

  “Wristbands,” Leah said. “That, or an inkpad and hand stamp.” She pointed at Tony, who was monitoring the front door and playing gatekeeper for people going outside to smoke. “It’ll make it easier to tell who’s paid and who hasn’t.”

  Marcia added it to her list. “I like the idea of wristbands. I end up washing my hands so much that I’m afraid the ink will come off.”

  “We should have nametags for the DMs and volunteers,” Leah added.

  Marcia added that to the list, too. “Think I can get the guys to wear those orange safety vests? I saw them at a dollar-store booth at the flea market last weekend.”

  “Not a chance in hell,” Leah said.

  “Dammit. Oh, well.”

  Marcia stared around. One guy was currently getting a blow job from his submissive, who was tied down to a bench. In one hand, he had a paddle and kept reaching down her body to smack her ass. One woman was bound face-out to one of the St. Andrew’s crosses. Blindfolded and gagged, her Dominant was inviting people to reach in and grope her while he kept her coming with a vibrator.

  Another couple, the man was the one bound to a bench while his wife reddened his ass with a cane.

  And…more. All over, people were playing, talking, watching. Two naked women were kissing and fondling each other on one of the couches while their Dominants stood there, watching them.

  Marcia added another item to her list so she wouldn’t forget.

  Wipe couches down every night.

  She was working on an opening and closing procedures list to make it easier on all of them. Less worrying about forgetting to do something.

  Derrick walked over and sat down, a red plastic cup in hand. “Well?”

  Marcia patted the cash box sitting in front of her on the table. “I haven’t counted it yet, but yes, we covered basic monthly expenses for the night. Everyone showed up.”

  He looked shocked. “Everyone?”

  “Yep. Seventy-two people.”

  “Holy fuck,” he whispered before he took another sip from his cup.

  “Exactly.” She pointed around the room. “Imagine doing this twice a month.We could actually have it support itself once we finish doing improvements.”

  She could tell her husband was still processing that.

  Leah looked amused. “Kaden’s going to be really sorry he missed this. One of the partners up in Atlanta had a family emergency and it couldn’t be helped.”

  “No, work and family has to come first,” Marcia assured her. “We had enough help. But we really appreciate you still coming out for this. I definitely couldn’t have managed this without you.”

  “We’re happy to help. I feel a little responsible since Kaden sort of egged him on.”

  Marcia stared at Derrick, whose eyes peeked over the top of his cup. “Whut?” he asked.

  She poked him in the chest. “Don’t whut me, Mister Master.” She smiled. “You did good.”

  He lowered the cup. “Hey, I’m no idiot. I couldn’t have done this without all of you helping.”

  “I suspect the next guest list will be even larger,” Leah said. “Especially once word of this gets out. The people who didn’t RSVP, they’re going to wish they had.”

  “Yeah, well, there were a hundred on the original list,” Marcia said. “Thank god they didn’t all reply. That would have been too many at once.”

  * * * *

  Derrick still felt stunned. Yes, it would have been too many people. Hell, he hadn’t been expecting this many people. And so far, nearly everyone he’d talked to asked when the next party was scheduled, and had asked to be notified and included on the invite list.

  Two parties like this—or larger—every month would easily pay the expenses.

  Meaning they wouldn’t have to shell out much of their own money for running it.

  No, he wasn’t planning on it making them rich. But that it looked like it might eventually operate in the black instead of the red was…amazing.

  Ed and Hope Payne sat at one of the tables. The attorney was looking around the room, watching various scenes, probably. Derrick followed his gaze and saw two of their friends, George and Amy. George had his cock down Amy’s throat as he smacked her ass on the bench.

  This was a party.

  He stood. “Want me to go lock that up?” Kel had given him a key to his place for just that reason. They didn’t want to lock it in a car for fear of it getting stolen. Not that they didn’t trust their friends, but no reason to tempt fate.

  Marcia handed it to him. “Sure. Don’t need it, now. Everyone’s here.”

  Tony let him out the front door. He walked around the building, the music barely audible out here, between the hum of the AC units near the large roll-up doors and the sound of traffic on the nearby road.

  Walking around the end of the building, he waited until safely locked in Kel’s office to unlock the box and count the till.

  Over fourteen hundred dollars.

  Cash.

  Holy fuck.

  Yes, he was an accountant. He was used to dealing with money figures and tallies and P&L sheets and all of that.

  But to see that his little brainchild had actually come to fruition, that just…

  Mind…blown…

  He left the box on the desk and walked back to the space. The large clay flowerpot filled with kitty litter and sitting near the front door wouldn’t do long-term as their ashtray, that much was obvious. They’d need something better than that. Already, it was nearly choked with butts.

  Marcia and Leah still sat at the table. “Add a smoking receptacle to the list, please.”

  “Already did,” Marcia said. “Tony told me.”

  “Ah.” He stared at her for a moment before grabbing her and kissing her, hard.

  She came up for air smiling. “Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?”

  “For loving me. For being my slave and my wife, and my partner. For supporting me and my crazy ideas. And for being you.”

  She gently poked him in the chest. “Well, I do love you. You’re stuck with me.”

  “Good, because I think it’d kill me to lose you.”

  Chapter Seven

  When Marcia and Derrick finally returned home a little before five Sunday morning, Marcia felt the good kind of exhausted, but also the wide-awake kind of exhausted.

  Due in part to all the coffee she’d consumed that night.

  And due, in part, to the scenes and play she’d witnessed. Play she hadn’t been able to partake in because they’d been too busy supervising things.

  She was lying naked in bed when Derrick emerged from the bathroom and shut the light off.

  “I figured you’d be asleep already,” he said as he climbed into bed.

  She snuggled tightly against him. “Nope.”

  It took him a moment. “Ah.” He rolled over on top of her, finding her hands and pinning them over her head, making her clit throb.

  He squeezed her hands. “Stay.”

  When he released her hands and started kissing his way down her body, she whimpered but her hands stayed right there. She knew he’d take his time when he was like this.

  Her breasts first, his mouth enclosing one nipple, sucking, nipping, while he kneaded her other breast with his hand. Each pull of his mouth seemed to tug right on her clit, making her pussy wetter by the second. He worked his way back and forth, taking his time and making no move to head south.

  Then, he sat up. “Stay right there.”

  She let out another whimper but didn’t move as he got out of bed. When he returned, she wasn’t sure what he had, at first.

  Until he shoved her legs apart and pushed them up and back, her knees touching her chest. “Hold them for me. Open wide.”

  She felt subspace settling in as she obeyed and felt him tuck a towel under her ass. Followed by the feel of his fingers, covered with lube, pressing against her ass.

  Heart racing, she dug her fingers into the backs of her knees as he slo
wly started prepping her. Oh, he was going to make her work for it tonight, burn off the nervous sexual energy filling her.

  And as he finally eased a third finger into her ass several minutes later, she let out a loud moan, unable to hold it back any longer.

  “That’s right. You know what’s coming next.”

  Sure enough, he removed his fingers and seconds later, the lubed and condom-clad head of the large butt plug pressed against her rim. Wider than his cock at its widest point, he always used it on her before he fucked her ass so he knew he wouldn’t hurt her.

  Once it was seated inside her, he went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and returned to kneel between her legs. “Do not come,” he ordered in his stern voice.

  The voice she knew not to fuck with. His full-on Master voice.

  Then he bent between her legs and licked the full length of her pussy, from entrance to the top of her clit and back again, pulling another loud moan out of her. She’d involuntarily started bringing her legs together, but his hands grabbed onto the backs of her thighs, fingers digging in, and shoved them wide apart.

  “I said open wide.” She heard the wzhip of the cane just before it bit into the backs of her thighs, making her cry out before he leaned in and licked her clit and pussy again.

  He kept this game up for a while, the next several cane strokes not nearly as hard as the first one, just enough to keep her attention and help keep her from coming.

  Reaching in, he tugged on the base of the butt plug, making her moan. “What do you think, slave? You ready to take me?”

  “Yes…Sir…”

  He played with it some more, tugging, pressing, not quite fucking her with it. “You suuure?”

  “Yes Sir.”

  She felt something pressing at the entrance of her pussy, and then he was sliding it inside her. Only after she heard the noise did she realize it was an inflatable vibrating dildo. He took his time, licking her clit on occasion as he filled her with the device, stretching her to what felt impossibly full, but she knew differently.

  This wasn’t her first rodeo with the man.

  Finally, satisfied it was inside her and not going anywhere, he sat up and got the butt plug removed. After taking it into the bathroom, he returned and lay on the bed, rolling a condom onto his stiff cock before slathering it with lube.

  “You know what to do.”

  On wobbly legs, she managed to sit up and straddle him, impaling her ass on his cock, watching his gorgeous green eyes as she felt his cock replace the butt plug inside her.

  “Good girl,” he said, reaching up to switch on the vibrator.

  She moaned.

  “That’s right, baby,” he said. “You want them, you’ll have to earn them. You can keep coming as long as you’re fucking my cock.” He grinned. “Start riding.”

  He added pinching her nipples to the mix, sending her over the edge as she started bouncing up and down on his cock. She suspected he was at the edge of his energy. Like this, it wouldn’t take long for him to get off, between the sadism and the tightness of her ass clamped around his cock. Sure enough, she heard his breath quicken.

  “That’s it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Keep doing that.”

  She bounced harder, faster, despite barely being able to think with how hard she was now coming. Finally, he released her nipples and grabbed her hips, thrusting up hard inside her several times as he emptied his balls inside the condom.

  She slumped over him, forcing him to feel for the switch to the vibrator to shut it off.

  “I think we need a shower now,” he joked.

  “Maybe,” she mumbled, content to fall asleep right there, like that, despite knowing she’d be sore and itchy as hell in the morning.

  He gently poked her shoulder. “Sweetie, we need a shower now.”

  “Ugh.”

  She didn’t move.

  He let out a sigh. “Please don’t make me tickle you.”

  She sat up. “I’m up.”

  He deflated the dildo and when she rose up onto her knees, he pulled it from her as his limp cock slid out of her ass.

  “Okay, I guess we need a shower,” she said.

  “Duh.”

  Twenty minutes later, the toys were clean, they were clean, and they were snuggled back in bed.

  And Marcia felt decidedly sleepy this time, with the nicely stinging cane stripes across her ass and thighs.

  He kissed her. “Better?”

  “Much,” she mumbled. “I needed that.”

  “Sorry we didn’t get to play tonight.”

  “Don’t worry. I figured that would happen.”

  “I didn’t. I thought we’d at least be able to play.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “No, it’s not.”

  She looked up. “Derrick, if you’re trying for pillow talk, you’re failing miserably.”

  “I want this to be fun for us, too.”

  “I know you do, and I appreciate it, but let’s be realistic. Until we figure out what we’re doing and work out a routine, and get more volunteers, we’ll be shouldering the major burden. It’s okay.”

  “I guess I thought once the initial work was done it’d get easier.”

  She lifted her head. “Really?”

  “Well, yeah. I mean, I knew we’d still have stuff to do, but I thought it’d get at least marginally easier.”

  They obviously weren’t going to sleep until he got this out of his system. “Look, I knew it would be work. It will continue to be work. Eventually, it’ll get to a point where yes, we can play, too. Right now, I’m okay with this. I saw how much fun people were having. It was great energy. Everyone had a blast. Julie and I are going to send out follow-up e-mails asking for suggestions. I’m okay with this.”

  “Are you sure?” He sounded far from convinced.

  “Have I ever hesitated to speak my mind before?”

  “True.”

  “You can feel guilty all you want but it’s wasted energy. I appreciate you feeling guilty, but you don’t need to.” She laid her head on his chest. “I think what we’re doing is a good thing. I’m glad we’re doing this.”

  “I couldn’t have done it without you, you know.”

  She smiled. “I know. But it’s nice to hear you say it. Now, go to sleep, and no waking me up before coffee, unless you want to risk the wrath of a really grumpy slave tomorrow.”

  * * * *

  Derrick lay there, still awake even after he felt her body relax and heard her breathing slow and deepen.

  He couldn’t help it. He felt guilty she’d had to work as hard as she had and didn’t even get to play and enjoy it.

  Yes, the energy tonight had been amazing. It was wonderful seeing so many of their friends playing and happy and having a great time, and knowing their hard work was the reason.

  The start of something big.

  Closing his eyes, he knew he wouldn’t get to sleep anytime soon. So many ideas raced through his mind, things to do for the club, things to check on, stuff to prep before the next party, ways to improve what they’d done. Equipment to build, things he’d like to do…

  So much.

  Talk about a to-do list from hell.

  He did worry a little about liability. That was a large number of people to have gathered together. It was only a matter of time before something happened, accidentally or as a result of play, that opened them to liability.

  Getting insurance, which he still hadn’t done yet, had now moved to the top of his priority list. Yes, Kel had insurance on the unit, but they needed their own liability insurance.

  But whose name to put it in? He didn’t want to put it in his business name, that would be silly as well as an unnecessary risk. Not to mention he didn’t want the club tied to his accounting business. He didn’t really want the LLC having his personal name on it, either.

  I guess there is a talk with Kaden in my near future.

  He’d hoped to avoid a massive outlay in legal expenses, because th
at would only piss Marcia off on top of the work they had to put into the space, but if he didn’t want to have that worry hanging over his head he knew he’d have to figure out a way to swing it.

  I’m a lucky guy. I hope my luck holds and she doesn’t kill me when we have to spend that money to incorporate.

  Chapter Eight

  Early Monday morning, Derrick met Ed Payne for breakfast a little after six o’clock. He wasn’t exactly sure why his friend had called him late yesterday evening and asked for the meeting—although he had his suspicions.

  From the tone of his friend’s voice, he knew it had to be pretty serious. Marcia drove separately that morning, not wanting to leave so early for work.

  Once the waitress took their order, Ed wasted no time. He leaned in and dropped his voice.

  “You can’t do this every month,” Ed told him. “The parties. You can’t. Not like that.”

  “Sure we can. Twice a month.”

  “Seriously. There were people having sex.”

  “Blowjobs aren’t sex.”

  Ed arched an eyebrow at him. “Really? Don’t even.”

  “Hey, it was a great party. Like a giant house party without the house.” Although he already knew exactly where Ed was going with this.

  Ed slowly shook his head at Derrick. “I was thinking you were going to have twenty-five, thirty people. Maybe fortyish. Max. You cannot run this like a garage party. You had over sixty people there. This needs to get set up as a business, immediately. And you can’t let people have any kind of sex. Vibrator play, yes. Otherwise, that’s just asking to get you shut down. When I called Kaden yesterday, he told me he went through all the zoning stuff with you a while back.”

  “There were seventy-two people, not counting us and everyone who helped out as a DM or volunteer. But we’re not even a business. We’re just renting the space.”

  “Exactly. That’s even worse, because it puts not only you and Marcia at risk, but Kel, too. Look, I’m your friend. More importantly, I’m your attorney’s business partner. And I’m telling you, you cannot run this place like that. It needs to be legal, or you’re asking to get shut down and risking you and your friends getting outed. You need to set it up as a private membership club, with an offshore parent company owning the LLC to keep people’s names off it. Don’t give me any excuses, because Kaden said he went over this with you already.”