“Ah, no more kissing.” He teased. “Till the next question. You have a flair for enticing.” He smiled pleased.
I groaned and sat on his lap feeling his hard Johnson beneath his pants. My pussy throbbed in familiar desire. She wanted to dance with her soul-mate.
“But you didn’t say no touching.”
A small smile appeared on his lips as I reached below his shorts and felt that velvety texture. It was thick, hard, and I loved his dick. I had never felt so turned out and attracted to someone like this before. I began stroking him and loved seeing him in pleasure.
“Oh, they saw dollar signs.” He said incredibly relaxed with his eyes full of lust.
“You must have felt like what’s his name. The founder of Playboy, Hugh Hefner.” My grip tightened and I pumped him harder.
He spewed a bit of his champagne in laughter.
“I mean, can I ask something? How crazy can that all get? Sexually?”
“Pretty crazy.” His look was firm like a “you have no idea” look.
“Enlighten me.” I released my grasp and let his soldier stand at attention beneath his workout shorts and placed my hand in my lap.
“Oh, I don’t want to spoil that innocent mind of yours.” He reached for me and wrapped my legs around him, torturing my blazing need for him. I throbbed insanely through my panties and spandex pants, so intense, I was sure he felt it beneath his shorts. My body was flooded with a warm fluttery sensation being centimeters from his face again. So close, so intimate.
“I’m not all that innocent! We did meet at a sex club!” I said proudly almost challenging.
“Well, you didn’t know what you were getting into.” He looked deep into my eyes.
“Ugh,” I huffed playfully. “No, really. Tell me. I want to know everything there is about you.” He studied me for a moment as if gauging what to say. But I knew just what to say next to him to pull in the fish, hook, line and sinker.
“Especially if you want me to stay all next week.”
Bingo.
His eyes lit up like a boy and the breeze carried his hair across his eyes. He couldn’t hide those true raw emotions of excitement.
My adrenaline buzzed with curiosity, need, desire. The vast array of emotional sensations I felt inside were just going crazy! Yet, at the same time, that responsible logical part of me appeared in my mind and stood at full attention with her arms crossed.
AHEM. MCKENZIE KANE. FUTURE SURGEON. TOP OF HER MED SCHOOL CLASS. YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY FABULOUS WOMAN HE’S BEEN WITH. DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW?
The imaginary stilettos clanked away echoing in the halls of my subconscious as the responsible muse left.
I sighed.
I felt deflated suddenly. She was right. But I couldn’t help but wonder what it all was like during those crazy wild times in his twenties when he was finding himself.
I took a sip of my champagne trying to wash down any insecurity and jealousy that surfaced as quickly as flies to a light; I couldn’t help it. I looked towards the pounding waterfall and tried to let the washing of the peaceful pure water somehow refresh my thoughts and soothe my worries. I tried to remain positive and in the moment, being thankful of being with him, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought of the other women he had been with throughout his years of experimentation and finding himself.
“But nothing tops this. Us.” He said softly to me and those pearly whites flashed my way. He kissed my neck softly rendering me paralyzed.
“You’re so certain already about that.” My pointer finger nervously tapped against the flute, giving away my nerves and perhaps my bullshit meter.
He pulled away and studied my face.
“I am certain. You have to trust me, Kenze.”
Kenz. That was a new one. It filled my stomach with flutters.
I nodded my head and yet even with the new nickname dripping like honey on his lips, I smiled a fake smile. I wanted it to be a real smile but the truth was, I didn’t believe him. I knew I felt that way, hell yeah. But he lived a whole another world before me. I didn’t want to be naïve. I cleared my throat as if telling myself to remain neutral and not let my feelings get away. They continued to bubble and fizz; analyze, feel, sort, measure, question. I took a sip washing the battle down.
“But, I’m just curious...as to specifics exactly. I mean, I know at the club, there were certain wings. I never went to the red wing, for instance.”
“Bondage.”
“Bondage.”
“And does that...turn you on?”
“Depends.”
He shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his drink.
“Craziest thing you’ve done?”
“Define crazy.”
“Okay, out of this world.”
“You and me.”
I rolled my eyes. “You know how to get right into a woman’s panties, don’t you?” I teased. “No, really. Tell me. I’m curious to know—how does the rich elite have sex? I mean, besides at the club. Because something tells me it sure ain’t the missionary position now is it?” I winked.
He laughed and squeezed my thigh, the touch sending an instant reminder of missing his tongue and the way he tickled my inner thighs with his tongue and wet lips.
“Come on, babe. Don’t act like we are from two separate worlds. I had the same upbringing as you.”
I ignored answering that. I wanted to tell him we were in fact from different worlds now. A whole decade lived in his twenties, I went through puberty and survived hell in high school.
The closest to crazy I witnessed were my undergrad ways with Shelly at the sorority parties she drug me to. And of course, the elite sex club. And that was pretty different.
“Okay, do you really want specifics?”
I nodded and even as I did, I couldn’t banish it away but I felt the buzz awaken in my inner walls, and they clenched in desire to know in more ways than one. I felt myself growing wet with desire, with the ever-encompassing need to know.
“I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
“How about I show you? Remember our little agreement last night? You said you liked being told what to do?”
“Okay.” I felt excitement surface throughout my body, sending ripples of chills across my skin.
“Tonight, you will see. But first...there is a spectacular waterfall calling our name and calling all clothes to come off.”
“Ohhhh...” I smiled and clinked his flute with my own. “I like that calling.”
We both finished our flutes and he tossed them into the basket. We both laughed like school children, not having a care in the world as we undressed. I nearly fell with the unsteadiness of the rocks and from the light champagne buzz creeping in.
“Careful there.” He steadied my fall as he was just down to his boxers.
I was down to my sports bra and thong as he lifted me up and wrapped my legs again around his waist. He was so strong! My sex throbbed, yawning to touch that punishing swollen dick of his, skin-to-skin, face-to-face, love-mate to love-mate.
He kissed me hard, exploring deeply into my mouth, his tongue draping across my bottom lip and up against my smooth teeth and gums.
“Are you sure this is safe?” I said woozily and playfully as I freed myself from his grasp, not because I wanted to, but because I wanted to save my body from dozens of bruises if we fell against the rocks.
He freed my busty breasts from the sports bra and tossed it on the rocks as his hands caressed them and twisted one of my nipples.
Okay, who cares about safety. This feels too damn good!
I closed my eyes and sighed as I fell once again into his hard chest. I could never grow tired of his touch.
I reached down and removed his boxers, his Johnson springing free, proud, eager, and ready for the next adventure.
I shimmied out of my thong as he reached for my hand.
“Okay, follow me.”
And there we went, naked, in the m
iddle of the rain forest in Maui in his private estate, and were off to make love under the rainfall.
The waterfall gushed beside us with misty water floating in the air kissing our bare skin as the trailing water brook along the rocks provided the most beautiful symphony I had ever made love to. Every once in a while, a bird called out and sang to another who replied with a sweet echoing chirp.
As he sat down on the sand that led up to a natural rock enclave behind us, he sat down and wrapped me around him; he knew this was my favorite position. I didn’t need any foreplay; my tingly pussy already was spasming with desire to be filled once again.
As his smooth member entered me deeply, and as my puffy swollen clitoris pleasure center found it’s favorite landing strip on the base of his lower abs—she was ready for her diamond to be shined and polished again all sparkly and bright. And there we were, in our already familiar rhythm of making love.
As we continued this familiar intoxicating rhythm, I couldn’t help but wonder in sultry anticipation of the erotic adventure he had yet to show me later tonight.
Chapter Twenty-One
I about lost it from nerves as the limo stopped just at the foot of an elaborate iron rod gate, nestled thick in a lush forest of trees high above a mountain. I saw a bit of the sparkling ocean off in the distant, shining beautifully and majestically hundreds of feet below. A blazing trail of tiki torches illuminated a path behind the entrance.
Why did I almost lose it?
It was the mask.
That’s all it took to send my body in a tale spin of memories of my last involvement with the club and that one night I was the King’s. Or, was supposed to be the King’s.
“This time it’s different.” He had comforted me in a calm soothing tone when I could no longer stifle my nerves or hide behind my own mask of composure.
I had studied the mask the entire way over to wherever we were. It had been a bit of a drive. We were at least half an hour from his estate. I knew every corner of the mask. It was silver with glitter, with small red small rhinestones outlining the edges, yet on the right edge, a small crack appeared. It would cover half of my face.
A crack.
Was this a preview to what I could handle? Would I crack under the intense heat of our erotic behavior?
“Well, we’re here.” He said majestically.
His mask was already on and it complemented the silver he wore in his bowtie with his tuxedo. As always, he looked like a million dollars, the epitome of a very important man.
“I suggest you place that mask on, darlin’.” I placed it on as I smoothed out my hair. “Here cheers.” He handed me a flute of champagne and I looked through my mask at him.
I saw him slightly different when I looked at him through eyes of my mask, a slight fear grew within me but no matter what I felt I could not escape—the twinge in my stomach, the pulsating of my heart, the beating of my heated pussy of what was to come inside.
“Are you nervous?”
I shook my head yes honestly.
He draped his fingers lightly over my bare arm and up to the thin strap on my silver beaded gown.
“You’re going to do great. And if for some reason you do not like it, or if you do not have fun, we are free to leave. This isn’t about me. This is about you, and what makes you happy and brings you pleasure.”
Pleasure.
I took another sip of the champagne, my hands were practically shaking. I had no idea I’d react this way.
“What is it?” He laughed.
“I honestly have no idea. Maybe I’m still freaked about that asshole. Maybe I’m afraid I’ll be found out? Noticed? This feels different this time.”
His laugh was light and he kissed me on my cheek below the mask.
“I promise you have nothing to worry about. These people are good people from all over the world. I promise you’ll enjoy yourself. And if you don’t, I’ll make it up to you. There are drinks to die for, incredible food, music and conversation. You don’t have to do anything. You can merely watch. There are plenty of couples here who watch...and then get incredibly turned on.”
My pussy clenched and tingles filled every inch of its slickness. Oh, there was no problem in the being turned on department. Trust me.
I took another breath and exhaled. I needed to embrace this moment, this opportunity.
“We will establish a safe word.”
I looked deep into those dark brown eyes behind the mask. This very act made me want to make love to him right then and there. It was such a turn on and a reminder of our meeting the first night I was at the club. I remembered how I felt hearing his voice.
“Tell me angel. Do you find me attractive?”
Butterflies fluttered...I don’t think the giddy butterfly effect from him will ever go away.
“So, what will it be?”
His question snapped me out of my daydream.
“I don’t know?”
“Okay, how about Oxford.”
“Okay. Oxford.” I said slowly taking another sip of my champagne as I looked down to my left hand resting on my lap.
“Remember, we are here to get to know each other in a deeper way. Nothing else. Look at it like an art museum.”
“Okay.”
“Admire the beauty, and if anything inspires you...well, let me know.” A smile grew on those gorgeous pouty lips of his and I couldn’t help but smile and lean in and give him a kiss.
Minutes later we finished our drink, as Shelly would say, we got our pre-party on, and the door opened. I was escorted out of the limo and was immediately in awe of the surrounding beauty. A full moon, in all of its’ glory and shine sparkled and illuminated the sparkles on the water. A light sea breeze danced across my face.
“Would you look at that?”
“Harvest moon.” The moon was orange and I’d never seen it look so pure, so crisp.
The scent of fresh flowers tickled my nose and I decided right then and there, I’d never in my life forget the smell. I closed my eyes and inhaled. Once I opened my eyes, I noticed we were on a cliff of some sort. I didn’t realize how high above elevation we were.
Kyle’s arm looped my own and he led the way.
My black Jimmy Choos clanked faintly on the stone driveway. I was careful not to get my heel stuck in the perfectly manicured grass that grew in the inches between the cracks.
Flickering lights from tiki torches lit the path to a glass two story, modern mini mansion. People beautifully dressed, wearing masks, dancing, talking, and engaging in all kinds of sexual behavior. From where I stood, there was not a room in sight that appeared to be off limits, a private area. Not a single drape, curtain, blind, or heck, damn ficus tree from what I could gather in my seconds of pure anxiety. Everything was seen out in the open. The blinking strobe lights on the top floor allowed a distinct barrier between the two floors. It did not even appear that the second story floors even had a covering, they were glass too.
I saw everything as clear as day and I felt like an adrenaline bomb went off.
No privacy. How would I ever enjoy exploring with Kyle in front of others?
“It’s all glass.” I said in a slight panic.
He nodded. “Uh hmm.”
“I’m sure...I’m sure, surely there are some sort of barriers for privacy?”
“I guess we’ll have to see.” He squeezed my hip in a loving gesture.
He tried to lead me but I didn’t move. I was frozen in shock from the vision before me.
Judging by first glance, there appeared to be over fifty or so people so far dressed like they were at the Oscars, while a dozen or so were in lingerie, and a few already naked in various acts. Downstairs looked like one giant party, but upstairs, well, that’s where I saw machines I’d never seen before and from the looks of it, it seemed to be the bondage wing.
Bondage.
I saw one woman in the far left corner constricted on some sort of a machine that had a dildo attached pulsing in and out of
her as another woman teased her pleasure center with a toy. A man in a white suit held clamps in his hand while teasing her nipples before finally snapping one on.
I squinted my eyes and saw her head going back in forth and her body bucking.
“Did...did you see that?”
I felt like a giant boulder weighing a hundred pounds dropped into my stomach and settled at the bottom, refusing to ever go away. And I stopped once again and placed my hand over the lower part of my stomach trying to soothe the faint and nausea feeling.
And then, in the same breath, a buzzing desire suddenly bubbled up in me, raising up the giant boulder of nerves, dissolving it into desire, longing, curiosity.
“See what? Are you ready? There will be lots to see, trust me.” He laughed and pulled me tighter.
The closer we stepped to the home, I could no longer see the entire view of the house anymore, taking in the room for room spectacular scenes.
We finally were at the front door where more tiki torches and gas lanterns lit the entrance proudly, as if announcing a great festivity awaited any who passed through the giant glass door.
A man in a three-piece pinstriped suit stood at perfect attention wearing his own mask, yet his was a different color. It was black. He held up a scroll and unrolled it with such crispness and preciseness; one would think he spent his entire life perfecting the act.
“ZetaCumPhiPantherEagerFalterOmegaThree459817.”
My jaw hung open and I quickly shut it so I would not laugh. It sounded like a line straight out of a parody movie making fun of elite parties.
“It should say two.” Kyle added.
“Very well. You may enter.”
“Uh, that’s some sort of pass—”
The door opened and booming music flooded my senses enveloping me and escalated my desire. Chill bumps covered my body as I quickly scanned the room.
Kyle stood proud, tall, and debonair. I know I looked like someone who was attending one of these parties for the first time (as an attendant that is).
I was in awe of the thirty foot ceiling in the entry way that beautiful displayed the most spectacular crystal chandelier I’d ever seen. The decor was modern, crisp, white, clear, and pristine.
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