He now sat next to me again as his fingers traced the diamonds on my necklace. Chills exploded through my body as my nipples hardened further.
The suspense was killing me.
His hand trailed down my stomach and to my slick bare intimate lips where his fingers brushed my slick folds. My eyes shut and I exhaled in pleasure. It was all very dizzying and I couldn’t think.
He explored all lengths of me—over and over he circled my swollen nob as my body naturally gave way to him. I felt myself relaxing.
Okay . . .
I felt my body heat with desire as his lips found my hardened nipple as his teeth lightly bit down on my sensitive skin. His tongue explored all around the area. I let out a cry as he bit down a little harder and his finger in my pleasure center became more deliberate with more pressure. It was all mind numbing.
He kept sucking harder and harder, as the bizarre mix of pain spun into pleasure. My body screamed for his touch further, until I felt the rising of pleasure—the waves of ecstasy surface and flood my senses.
That was when he entered me.
His hardened shaft filled me deeply in every pleasurably way possible and I let out a sharp gasp. He kissed my neck and cupped my breasts as he pulsed deep in and out of me.
With every re-entry and eager drive, I tried to reason, to think. I was being fucked by a stranger but even in that split second of thought—there was a strange exchange of desire, a desire for him.
The weight of his body pinning me on the velvet—my clit stimulated with each intense thrust—the ceiling spun.
Sensing my pleasure, he lifted and cradled me. My legs wrapped around his waist as he went deeper into that heavenly place barely visited. My G-spot.
Oh god.
Oh god.
My dripping desire provided a slick platform to pleasure my clitoris in ways I never dreamt possible. In and out he lifted me as I was stimulated against his rock hard abs. I held onto his shoulders, fiercely, as I tried to keep my eyes open to see his deep warm eyes, to connect with him. His eyes looked deeply into mine sending me to the moon.
The friction grew into an explosive orgasm. I couldn’t muffle my cries and I wondered if anyone heard.
Higher and higher I soared and I never could recall a time when I ever felt more pleasure.
“That’s right. Come for me, Angel.”
And boy. I did.
He lifted me, in and out he drove until muscles gave way in my inner walls clenching in waves of pleasure sending him over the edge. He let out a long grunt and fell back on the chair, spent. I could barely catch my breath.
I had just tasted the apple in the forbidden garden.
I was forever changed.
“There is a shower over there past that door.”
Dizzied, and dreamily I nodded in acknowledgement.
That was the easiest forty-five thousand dollars I’d ever made or probably would make. Ever. Heck, in history probably. I couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t even . . . hard! It was actually quite pleasurable! I let a relieved sigh; it was over. The anxiety of it all. I smiled and laughed at myself on the inside at how lucky I was.
“You’ll want to freshen up for what’s next.”
“For what’s . . . next?”
He let out a soft chuckle.
“Oh, the night has only begun. At midnight, the games begin.”
The games?
Chapter Five
I exited the most elegant, luxurious shower I had ever seen, but I didn’t have time to admire its beauty, I was too eager to see him again. The scent of roses heighten my arousal, my desire for him grew, and I craved his touch. As I smoothed the most delicious smelling rose lotion over my naked body, I thought about what I was just told by the Greek god himself, the man who just paid to make love to me for $200,000—the games were soon to begin.
Now, I wasn’t sure what these games were—I didn’t know why, but this excited me instead of evoking fear. I couldn’t wait to explore with him again. The way he touched my body, the way his lips tasted against mine. The way he penetrated me deeply was electrifying. My nipples went hard thinking about his touch and the way his teeth lightly played with my nipples.
I still throbbed down there, my silk folds swollen, glistening with a readiness.
I took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door eager to see him again. Naked. But much to my surprise, he wasn’t there. My heart fell to the bottom of my stomach. He was gone and in his place was a thirty something year old woman smartly dressed wearing a tight black and white dress and fishnet stockings. She sat with her long legs crossed. She appeared to be waiting for me. Why else would she be sitting in there?
My hand rested on my chest as the embarrassing realization floated in my head, not only was I naked, but another woman knew I just had paid sex.
Man, that sounded awful.
I just had paid sex.
“Don’t cover up for me. I’m here with your next round of attire.” Her voice was mixed with kindness and authority.
I subconsciously rubbed my arms in a self-soothing manner and sat as far away from her as I could on the velvet couch where I was just squirming in pleasure minutes before.
Where did he go?
She eyed me carefully as I tucked a tendril of hair behind my ears.
I crossed my legs.
“This feels . . . awkward. I should cover up.”
“Oh, no need to. For tonight’s festivities, well, let’s just say, maybe you should use this time between us to become comfortable being naked around other women and men.”
Other women and men?
“But first, you must sign this.”
She handed me a document attached to a smart black clipboard.
“Confidentiality agreement. Nondisclosure. If you speak of this evening . . . morning, to anyone, you are at great risk for very unpleasant occurrences.”
I swallowed hard thinking about the name of this club.
They were billionaires, after all. Men with money that you didn’t want to mess with.
“Of course not.” My voice was weak and frail.
I suddenly thought about my girl friends in East Texas who didn’t go away to college like I did. They were all probably tucked safely in bed with their husbands. Or maybe a few of them were tending their children. What would they think of me here, at this grand mansion, at a sex club signing a ridiculous non-disclosure?
I swallowed hard again.
It doesn’t matter, McKenzie. Your medical school is getting paid. You’re going to be a surgeon that makes a difference. Snap out of the comparison.
I shook my head.
“May I ask you something?” I said as I flipped through the pages and suddenly gasped.
Not responsible for:
Bodily harm
Seizures
Death
“Death?”
“Oh, they have to put that in there. There was this one case.”
“One case?”
The woman sucked in fresh air and nodded rhythmically with the pointing of her toe as if she were answering a boring question of something in the manner of, “Do you cook the chicken at 450 or at 475”. But this was no chicken, this was someone’s life. Possibly mine!
“Uh, hm.”
That didn’t sound right. Who dies from having sex? From mere games?
Not giving me a chance to ask any further questions she continued. “Just follow the rules and you’ll be fine. But once you sign your name on this dotted line, you are at their disposal until it’s time for you to leave at 5:30am. No ifs and buts.”
I thought about the man who bid for me, who caused me to believe in things that I never knew existed—that intoxicating electrifying pull to someone. I had never experienced that in my life with a mere stranger. Surely he couldn’t be dangerous? Surely he could never bring me to death?
That really baffled me.
“I just don’t understand how someone has died here.”
“It’s best
not to know. These nights happen all the time and only once out of hundreds, thousands, of women, has that ever happened. It won’t happen again. But our attorneys have warned us. I’m sure you’ve considered your options. This isn’t your KK club where women lead. This is the elusive and exclusive BC. Women are paid well for a reason.” Her eyes grew very dark. “And once the games begin, there is no safe word.”
Safe word. My head spun with more questions. “What is the KK club?”
“You’ve never heard of Killing Kittens? A sex club where women call the shots?”
I shook my head grimly, feeling suddenly sick.
There is no safe word bounced off the walls of my mind, echoing like a racket ball in a lonely gym hall.
That man who made love to me made me feel oddly safe. He was worth seeing again.
Shakily I asked, “Who was the gentlemen who . . . won me?”
My voice sounded foreign opposed to my confident front I normally presented.
“No names are exchanged here.”
“Will I see him again? I mean, since he won me.”
She let out a sigh.
“You’re new.”
I nodded.
“He won first bidding. An initiation I guess you can say, into the club. Some women choose to accept the invitations to come here because they are sexually adventurous and they like the surroundings of luxury. I’m sure some toy with the grandiose fantasy that a billionaire will come whisk them away after they’ve fancied their pickle.”
She eyed me curiously as if to say I was one of those women with such grand fantasies.
“But these are men with means, and men of taste. What they want, they always get. Men always conquer and move on to the next conquest. Just like they always have since the beginning of time.” She said slowly as if trying to engrain in my brain this lesson.
“And then there are others that are here that accept the invitation on the account of needing money. They have the looks that open the door.”
She stared at me, examining my motives and I felt uncomfortable.
I lifted my chin taller and lifted my chest, proud of their size at the moment. I was here to pay for medical school and I was going to save thousands of lives in third world countries. A night of games, whatever the hell they were, was nothing compared to saving a life on stretcher. I could handle anything. I could handle the games.
“What are the games?” I asked confidently as if I didn’t care. I twirled a silky blond tendril of hair. It was all an act. I did care! But maybe reverse psychology would work with her.
She lowered her glasses and made locking eye contact. Her grey eyes were accentuated against the heavy dark blue shadow. “Well . . . they are a sight. Indeed. Just sign right here.”
To hell with it.
Fuck it!
Let’s get on with it.
I just want to see him again.
I signed the paper like I owned the world.
As I signed, she generously continued her commentary. “It’s every man’s fantasy. A rich man can have the world, just like any king of old.”
My feminist side’s feathers were ruffled. I fingered the red diamonds dangling across my chest thinking about how this would all be worth it if I could see him again.
“Ah, you’re a red tonight.”
“Excuse me?”
“The necklaces are for designating into groups. You’re a red. And well, get ready.”
Get ready for what?
She held up a black satin thong with diamonds dangling in the strip that would be in between my ass.
I’d never seen anything quite like it. The front was crotchless. I gulped.
The bra had an underwire with incredible thin chiffon that barely made it one inch around my breast, exposing generously my nipples. Strings of small diamonds draped from the top of the cup and dangled over my hardened sensitive nipples, the rough edges causing me wetness already.
She broke out a makeup bag and touched up my face. Minutes later, she slipped a pair of strappy Jimmy Choos on my feet.
“Stand up.”
I stood as she encircled me with approving stares.
She sprayed perfume around my neck, my breasts, my stomach, my ass, and then squatted down where she inspected my bare twat.
Spray. Spray. Spray.
She sprayed around the area and I inhaled and breathed trying to calm my nerves. The only time another woman was down there was my female doctor. I was already so sensitive there that I was embarrassed by the excitement and the eroticism of this night. I was embarrassed that I was a teensy wet from my nipples being stimulated. I didn’t want her to think she had anything to do with that.
She stood to face me with no look of suspicion or judgment. I exhaled not realizing my breath was held.
“Alright. All set.” She turned me briefly to the golden full-length mirror and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
It was sexy. Naughty sexy. Exactly how I imagined billionaires would dress their women.
Oh dear Lord. I prayed in my mind. What am I getting myself into?
Swiftly, I saw the back of the black lace and felt it tight around my eyes and head several times before it was secured, obscuring my vision once more. My eye lashes screamed in protest. They weren’t used to so much mascara.
She reached for my hand and led me out of the room. I listened quickly to my surroundings in hopes of finding out anything more about where I could possibly be.
The draft was chilly and my footsteps echoed. We walked for minutes past many twists and turns, and after carefully walking down many flights of stairs, my feet ached and I was out of breath realizing I needed to run more now that school was winding down. There was no reason for me to be this winded.
There was a sudden change of temperature. I felt chilled and my nipples hardened even more. I wrapped my arms around my waist.
I heard three loud pounds on a door that echoed and sent chills down my spine.
“Password,” the word was shouted through what sounded like a small sliding window in the door.
I was elbowed.
“Uh . . . BlueAlpha118.” I said quickly.
I heard the door open as the chilly arm from the mystery assistant let go.
“Good luck.” She whispered as I walked through the door. It shut loudly behind me like iron.
The lace was lifted off my face immediately. A woman stood next to me. She wore dark eye shadow, no expression, as well as no bra. She did wear a thong though! She strolled off with a silver tray in her hand.
No one on earth could have prepared me for that view I took in at first sight. It was enough to make me faint.
I scanned left and right taking everything in, but just when I thought I saw it all, the very next thing I saw struck me more.
At first glance, I realized I was in the middle of the grand ballroom with exquisite architecture. The ceiling had wooden square beams with silk lining with elaborate iron lanterns hanging. I noticed innate white wooden pillars reaching to the first layer of ceiling—the remainder went at least a hundred feet in the air getting smaller in smaller until a beautiful painting was seen at the top. This all was taken in very briefly, the majestic estate became lost as I witnessed the most atrocious craziest thing I had ever seen in my life. Left and right in the giant marble ballroom that seemed larger than two basketball stadiums, were dozens of men in suits and tuxedos with masks covering their eyes, either having sex with naked women, fondling naked women, or watching naked women kiss each other among other sexual acts.
It was one giant orgy—something I had never laid witness to in my life. Only heard of.
On four corners of the room, a giant archway led to four more hallways with detailed crown molding. I nearly stumbled in weakness when I saw a giant bed with black satin sheets. Orgies, naked women and men having sex, sex toys, dildoes, dominatrices. It all was there in plain sight.
I didn’t see any of the women in distress though. None of them seemed to be taken advantage o
f. No, many of them seemed to be enjoying it.
Something told me on the inside, they don’t seem to be taken advantage of yet and I shuttered. I shook my head to shake my thoughts.
I couldn’t help but notice those wearing red necklaces like mine. I was in awe of what was happening. It was a total culture shock, me, church going girl raised practically on the second pew of my southern Baptist church, at an orgy party, a sex club.
“Miss.” A petite brunette with lingerie similar to mine appeared with a beautiful crystal glass of bubbly on top of a golden tray. She sure was bubbly, as well. Of course, she probably was paid enormously just as I was.
“Oh, yes please.”
As she walked about the crowd, I wondered if I would ever see this woman just randomly at Barnes and Noble or something. And in that same breath, I wondered where my mystery man was. Where had he gone? Did I displease him? Did he like me? Because I, for one, felt like we had an incredible connection. I strained my neck trying my best to look past the masks that covered men’s eyes and noses. It was useless trying.
Ah. Secret identities.
Just when I was about to ask myself what was going to happen next, I felt a presence of a very tall and stout man next to me. His chin had an aristocratic air about him and his right arm rested behind his back. All I could see were his full lips and chin.
“You’ve made it just in time for the games. I trust your initiation went just fine, giving that you are still here?”
This was just so bizarre. I couldn’t even find the words to answer this masked man. His hand went to examine his chin and I couldn’t help but to catch the glistening red on his cuff links.
I sighed. It wasn’t him. He wore black cuff links.
My observation quickly was obliterated when I saw a beautiful exotic woman going down on a gentleman sitting in an antique chair randomly placed in the open space. Yet with so many people and so many things going on at once, it wasn’t oddly placed. His head leaned back and he moaned in pleasure. His mask nearly fell off. The woman knelt before him, taking him deep into her mouth as another man pleasured himself by entering her from the behind; something I had never ever done in my life.
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