by Diane Thorne
“I’ll tell Krystal you checked in,” Kristy said.
“Thank you. Let her know I’ll call after I settle into my hotel in Ireland.”
“I will. Love you, Mom.”
“Kiss kiss.”
“Bye.”
Gwen lowered her cell and slid it into her bag. She took a deep breath and gazed at the surroundings. A boat emerged from underneath the bridge and slowly continued along the canal. Bicycles and scooters littered both sides of the waterway and across from the row of buildings. Each structure kissed the next to the end of the block. Windows faced the sidewalks and streets, allowing a clear view inside to each business. The majority involved sex and drugs. A few places offered stylish clothing or food. Gwen didn’t know where to begin now that she’d ventured into the naughty zone.
A chuckle bubbled within her as she recalled her daughter’s words and stared at the various shops advertising sex and drugs. Kristy had told her the place wasn’t safe. In reality, the area appeared to be the opposite. Prostitution, hash, and marijuana were legal, but people weren’t acting out of control or crazy. Criminals weren’t running amok. Sure, anyone could purchase beer from a vending machine at any time, but not a single person appeared drunk or disorderly. Business went on as usual. Gwen was as safe in the district as she was anywhere else, if not more so.
A cloud cast a shadow and cool breeze brushed over her bare arms. She shivered slightly and wished she’d brought a sweater. She’d dressed in a knee-length white dress with little pink flowers and short, sheer sleeves. The cute outfit had kept her from perspiring while she roamed the streets of Amsterdam. But once the sun had disappeared and the wind had picked up she needed to cover her exposed parts. Gripping her purse, she continued over the bridge in her white three-inch sandals. Perhaps visiting a few shops would help to warm her.
She strolled along the brick path, staying clear of the bicycles and scooters while glimpsing inside the windows. Others passing were doing the same thing. The businesses she could see into had few customers. Walking by the Sex Museum, she wished she could peek inside but the tinted windows blocked all viewing. She continued until she reached an establishment selling attire and toys—the sexy kind.
Smiling, Gwen entered the shop. Shelves along the wall contained food items in the shape of body parts. The penis-shaped sucker grabbed her immediate attention and she stifled a chuckle. In addition to candy, she found candles and various other items to liven-up a sexual mood. Gwen moved deeper into the store, glancing at the provocative attire on display for women and men. Most of the lacy two-piece outfits came in black, red and pink.
“I’d go with red if I were you,” said a man behind her. His English was clear with a slight Dutch accent.
Gwen twisted to face the stranger. Blood rushed through her as she took a quick scan of his body. The man was pure muscle under his tight grey shirt. He had short dark hair and stood several inches taller with broad shoulders and a tattoo on one of his arms. His jeans fit him well—too well. In fact, he appeared to be sporting a bit of wood. Her cheeks warmed. No, her entire body heated.
“I, uh, was just browsing,” she said. God, she’d like to wrap her lips around his sucker.
He grinned. “Of course.”
Gwen turned and slowly walked away before she needed to fan herself. He was smoking hot and making her burn with need. She curved around a rack of clothes and found an aisle leading to the back of the store. She followed the route and paused. One side displayed books and videos while the other showed a wide variety of toys. The mischievous part of Gwen was roped towards the vibrators, wands, pumps, nipple clamps, floggers, paddles, whips, gags, various restraints, and more. Holy cow, she’d never seen so many items intended to enhance sexual pleasure.
Eyes wide, Gwen stared at the merchandise for men and women. How would someone like her know what was best to use? They had to have differences. What were they? Would one whip cause more pain than the other? The assortment available overwhelmed her and she suddenly felt like a virgin.
“Are you visiting Amsterdam?”
Gwen heard the familiar male voice and swallowed hard. Maybe she shouldn’t have ventured to the toy department with the hottie perusing in the store. Her heart fluttered and heat warmed her cheeks as she twisted to face him.
“I am. After tonight, I’m here one more, then I leave for Ireland. I’m touring places in Europe,” she said.
He curled his lips, and she licked hers. Damn, he looked delicious.
“Well, welcome to Amsterdam.”
“Thank you.”
“Have you been in a shop like this before?” He gestured towards the wall with all the toys.
She kept her eyes on him instead of on the items on display for fear of turning red in the face. “Not exactly. Where I live, we have Victoria’s Secret and some kinky gift shops. Nothing like this with such a variety.”
“And it interests you?”
“Well…I don’t know about that. I’m a curious person. That’s all.” She turned around to the wall of promiscuous goodies. The first one she spotted was a large vibrator with a rabbit. She sure could use it to relieve her current desire.
The stranger moved to her side. Gwen glanced at him and again caught the bulge in his jeans. She quickly looked away.
“Do you have a husband or boyfriend?”
She moved her attention to the whips. Stop thinking of sex. Stop thinking of his large cock. “No. I’m alone. I divorced a long time ago.”
“Do you have a lover?”
Gwen inhaled a deep breath before she looked at him. “No lover at the moment. What about you?” This time, she let her gaze lower to his groin and she didn’t care if he caught her looking.
A crooked grin formed on his face. “I prefer to stay single. The world is full of beautiful women and I want to please them.”
“Freedom does have its benefits.”
He took a step closer to her and offered his hand. “I’m Mark Bongard.”
She accepted his greeting and stared into his captivating hazel eyes. “Gwenevere Stratten. Call me Gwen.”
His heated grasp spiked her temperature. Okay, maybe the fact he had an erection, was good-looking, and stood by the sex toys also had something to do with her elevated temperature.
“Gwen, do you like what you see?”
What? Her eyebrows twitched. Assuming he was asking about an item on display, she turned to the wall.
“Uh, well, vibrators are a good substitute and there are plenty to choose from. I’m not sure about a lot of this stuff, though, to be honest.”
He closed the distance between them and rubbed the back of her hand against his dick. “I meant this.”
Fire consumed Gwen’s face as she quickly searched for people nearby. A couple several feet away were looking at harnesses and bars on the back wall.
“I saw you look. It’s okay. Did you like it?” he asked, holding her hand to his member.
“Yes. It looks like you have a large cock.” She swallowed and studied his bulky torso with ripples of muscle.
“I was aroused the moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Yes, I can tell.” She was ready to burst into flames. Moisture might not have formed on her brow yet, but it certainly had seeped from between her legs. Hot and horny described her best.
He finally let go of her hand. “I hope you don’t mind, but my imagination is running wild at the moment with thoughts of you.”
She clenched her thighs. Her hormones were racing out of control. “I suppose standing in a sex toy shop doesn’t help either.”
“Oh, it gives me so many ideas.” He tilted his head while he surveyed her body. “I do love that dress. You look so innocent.”
“My daughter insisted I buy this. She said I looked cute in it.”
He straightened his head. “You have children?”
“Grown and on their own.”
“Ah, I see.”
She moved her arms behind her and gripped her wri
st. “How old are you?”
A wide smile appeared. “I’m twenty-nine. I’m guessing you’re late thirties.”
“I’m forty-four.”
His eyebrows rose. “Really? I would never have guessed.”
“Does my age bother you?”
He stared into her eyes. “No. In fact, I appreciate older women. They obey and their orgasms are more intense.”
Gwen couldn’t believe her ears. His words gave her a mini-spasm between her legs. Lust burned in her veins. She wanted to climb upon this hard young stud and ride him.
“Do you always pick up older women in the Red Light District?” she asked.
He chuckled. “Well, I do meet a lot of women, but I assure you, I’m clean, healthy and respectable. If a woman doesn’t want me to touch, I won’t touch. Everyone has limits and I respect them. But if a woman wants to play…” He grinned slyly. “I play well.”
He intrigued her, especially since she was in need of a sex fix. But could she believe he was telling her the truth?
“How do I know you’re clean and healthy? You could be saying that to lure me to your bed.” Gwen had never questioned the lovers she’d met thus far on her European vacation, but since Mark had made the statement, she wanted to know more.
“It’s a bit of a job requirement. I actually get tested every six months.”
Gwen scrunched her eyebrows. “A job requirement?”
He dug into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. “I work in a club.” From his billfold, he tugged a card out and handed it to her.
Gwen took the small paper from him and read it. Underneath the name of the club were the words A club to fulfil your fantasies. Mark’s name appeared in the corner and under it was a question. What’s your desire?
Gwen’s jaw lowered and her heart pounded. “You work at a…?”
“Yes. Customers are allowed to call and request proof I’m medically fit,” he said as he stuffed his wallet into his back pocket.
“Are you a Dom?”
“I’m a Switch. I can be whatever the customer prefers.”
“Wow. This is… Wow.” She used the small card to fan herself. What were the odds she’d bump into a man who worked at a fetish club in the Red Light District? A fucking hot dude who had a woody for her. She wanted to jump his bones even more now.
“Would you be interested in coming to visit me tonight at the club?” he asked.
She squeezed her thighs together. God, her panties felt soaked. Every bit of her wanted to go to him tonight. But at a BDSM club? She wasn’t into pain.
“I don’t know. I’m not really into…” She turned to the display wall with the whips, floggers, clamps, and restraints. Could she handle playing with such items?
“But you’re curious.”
She jerked her attention back to him. “Well, sure. But the idea of pain—”
He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Trust me, I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”
“Trust you—a man I don’t know and who works in a sex club.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Is there anyone better, or any place more suitable than in the district?”
The hottie had a valid point.
He grazed his hand down her arm, giving her a slight chill. Tingles spread through her limbs. “You’re a smart and sexy woman who is curious. You’re my wet dream and I’d love to please you. Give me the chance and I’ll make it well worth your while.”
Gwen glanced at his groin. The large bump would please her well. She was certain he could make her climax multiple times.
“I’ll think about it,” she said.
His lips twitched. “Think about my dick or coming to the club to see me?”
“Both.” She grinned.
He stared at her while his smile grew. In a swift move, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to his body. Her breasts smashed against his solid chest while his member touched her belly. He placed his hand on her face and brushed his thumb over her lips.
“Let me pleasure your body and give you incredible orgasms,” he said.
“I have little doubt you can do that.” So much desire pulsed within her body she was ready to relinquish all her control. She considered a quickie in an alley with him.
He pressed his lips to hers and held them there for a few seconds. Heat from his nose tickled her. She almost melted in his embrace. Then he pecked her cheek.
“You know where to find me,” he said as he let go of her.
Smiling, he gave her a once-over, then walked away.
Gwen stood numbly, holding his card in one hand and her purse in the other. Her body yearned for a man to please her, and she’d found one—a nice, big and oh so hard stud. Yet, she had let him go. What the fuck was wrong with her?
She looked at the small paper and spotted his telephone number. Maybe after she had calmed her rampant hormones she’d send him a message and find out if he could set some time aside for her tonight.
She lifted her head and saw the vibrators on the wall. Oh hell no—a battery operated boyfriend wouldn’t suffice.
She dug her cell from her purse as she strode towards the exit. She’d make sure Mark set a time for playing with her tonight.
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About the Author
Diane lives Indiana. She is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. Her mind constantly wanders into other worlds full of dark and mysterious creatures.
Vampires, werewolves, demons, and other supernatural creatures are her friends. A few bite, others tempt, and some are hot as hell. To escape her day job, she puts her thoughts into words and brings those fantastical worlds and creatures to life.
Reader beware: She is not responsible for any titillation, increased temperatures, hormonal stirrings, or unusual bite marks. Besides writing, Diane enjoys sunny days, travelling, shopping with her daughter, laughter, and red wine. She dislikes taxes, slow drivers, and cranky people.
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Diane loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.totallybound.com.
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