by Loc Glin
“You probably won’t believe me, but before you, before tonight, I’ve had only one orgasm in my entire life. This is all so new to me. It’s so exciting and terrifying.”
“Terrifying?”
“You spanked me, Stephen. Philip used the crop on my ass. I don’t know what to expect. I could be hurt. I’ve been chained and handcuffed, not to mention blindfolded. Right now I have a plug up my ass.”
“It’s still there? Thank you, Philip,” he interrupted.
“Right where you…he put it.”
“Good to know. We will have fun with that.” He chuckled.
She couldn’t help but blush. For all she was complaining about this evening, she’d enjoyed every minute of it. “You told me that some men use a whip. I could be seriously injured. I have fears, Stephen.”
“First, let me assure you. We have to master and control all the things that are on these walls. We are not allowed to seriously injure anyone. Drawing blood is forbidden.”
“That makes me feel so much better,” she said sarcastically.
“Would you like a demonstration?” He moved to the wall. He took a whip in his hand.
“A demonstration is not necessary. I’ll take your word for it.” She pulled the sheet up to her chest. She couldn’t manage to keep the fear from her expression.
He gave her a sour look. “I’m not going to use this on you.”
“Oh.” She gave a tentative smile. “I thought…”
“You told me you were afraid, even terrified of the whip. Why would I use it on you?” Exasperation filled his tone.
“Because you can,” she said, her courage returning. “You made that quite clear earlier.”
“I thought I made more than that clear. This is a pleasure room, not a torture chamber. I thought you would have figured that out by now.” He frowned at her. His voice expressed his disappointment.
She felt chastised as if she were a child. “I have,” she whispered. Her cheeks flamed, she closed her eyes. “It’s just…”
“Open your eyes,” he snapped. “You have to see to believe.”
He lit three candles.
“What are you going to do?”
“Prove to you once and for all this will not hurt you.” He shook the whip in his hand. He loosened the whip from his fingertips and flipped it so its full serpentine length spread before him. The flames from the three candles flickered. “Would you like the lights on or off for the test? I can do this either way. I’m not quite good enough blindfolded yet, but I’m working on it.” He smiled.
He seemed proud of what he was about to do. “It doesn’t matter. You choose.” She had no idea of what to expect.
He flicked the whip. One of the candle flames was extinguished. The snap made her jump and gasp in surprise. Her astonishment must’ve shown in her face. He smiled. He seemed to enjoy her shock. He flipped the whip two times in rapid succession. The remaining flames were extinguished.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “You didn’t even touch the wax.”
“So, you noticed.” He seemed pleased with himself. He gathered up the whip and put it in its place on the wall.
“I noticed.” The words were filled with awe.
“Doubting my abilities has hurt my feelings. How are you going to make it up to me?” His eyes swept over her body. They were dark and hungry.
She felt her body flush in response, and a quick jolt of excitement was awakening her nether region. “Take your clothes off and lie down. I’ll think of something.” She patted the bed next to her. She tried to give him a sexy and inviting smile.
He removed his clothes, never taking his eyes off of her. She ran her tongue over her lips before she sucked on the lower one. Stephen’s very muscular, taut frame slid into the bed next to her. Rowena straddled his hips. She eyed the handcuffs and leaned forward, reaching for them. He caught her wrist just before she could touch them.
“Not this time, baby, but it’s good to know you’re quick learner.” He brought the palm of her hand to his lips. He placed a wet kiss in the center of her palm and then nibbled the side of it. He kissed his way up her pinky. He placed a kiss on the pad of each finger tip and gently nipped at her thumb before taking it into his mouth.
Rowena watched him as if she were spellbound, mesmerized by the erotic sensation. The heat in her belly began to rise, and her pussy began to throb. Oh, how she loved what this man did her. To her surprise she was discovering that she enjoyed feeling helpless, and loved not knowing what to expect. This place gave her the freedom to explore emotions she had always kept in check. Here she didn’t have to be in control or keep up the appearance of the proper executive. In this room, she could relax and explore his body and hers in ways she’d never allowed herself before.
After freeing her hand from his, she gently caressed the side of his face. The slight stubble on his chin was a sensuous wake up for her sensitive fingertips, such a contrast from his soft lips.
As she leaned forward, her breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples peaked immediately, and she moaned. Every part of her was primed and ready for action. Stephen’s hips moved beneath her and he sucked in a quick breath. Rowena basked in the knowledge that she was the cause of what she was sure was an unconscious reaction. She ran her fingers through his hair and began kissing his forehead, his closed eyelids, the bridge of his nose and his cheeks. When she reached his lips she hovered, just a hair’s width away from them. Her breathing and his became ragged with anticipation. When she touched her lips to his gently, he moaned. She smiled.
“You like what you do to me, don’t you?” he whispered into her mouth.
“Yes, I do. It’s so different with you because I know what you can do to me. You have taken me to wonderful places. Places I didn’t believe existed. I want to do the same for you. I want to suck your cock until you explode.”
“You want me to come in your mouth?”
She nodded and pressed her lips to his. Her tongue probed his lips for access. He opened his mouth to her. She began to explore with the curiosity of a child and the hunger of a vibrant woman. He allowed her control, only answering her lusty probes. She relaxed into the kiss, moaned her surrender, and wasn’t aware that he had begun to chase her tongue, answering her invitation. She kissed him until her hips were undulating against his lower abdominal region. She could feel his cock softly stroking the flesh of her buttocks.
She broke away from his enticing tongue and mouth. “My God, you turn me on, Stephen. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“Neither have I,” he whispered.
“I want to suck your cock. I want to bring you the kind of pleasure you’ve shown me tonight.” She moved down his body, kissing his neck and collarbone. She stopped to nibble on his nipples and was pleased when he jumped in response. “I’ve never felt like this touching a man before. Everything about you excites me. You’re so hot and sexy.” She pressed her fingers into him and massaged. “Your muscles feel like bands of steel, so hard, and yet your skin is so soft and warm.” She kissed the spot she’d just massaged.
He moaned.
Her lips and tongue followed the almost imperceptible hairline to his crotch. Her fingers wrapped around his rock-hard organ. “You are so big and so hard everywhere.” She stroked his cock. “And you’re clean shaven in the most delightful places.” She ran her fingertips around the base of his cock and around his balls. “This will be even more pleasurable than I thought. No pesky hairs to tickle my nose.” She kissed his shaft up and down its length, and then ran her tongue around its base.
His muscles tightened as he pressed his hips into her face and groaned. Rowena squeezed his balls and nipped the skin inside his thigh. “Patience,” she said, but was thrilled that he wanted her that badly. Leaning forward so her breasts dangled over his cock, she moved her torso from side to side so they each in turn moved into his cock. “The bells of Saint Mary are ringing.” A chuckle passed through her lips. Squeezing her breasts around his thro
bbing rod, she moved them up and down its length. Then she moved her hands palm down to his hips and let them make a slow exploration up his stomach to his chest. When her fingertips encountered his taut nipples she swirled them around the areolas and then made her way back to his crotch.
“Rowena.”
She assumed he was warning her, but it seemed more like he was begging. “Do you want my mouth around your cock?” she asked.
“Yes.” He pushed up his hips.
Rowena smiled. “So it would seem.” She wrapped her fingers around his shaft, her red fingernails a stark contrast to the skin. After a moment of hesitation spent in admiration, she moved her head over his crotch and her mouth opened above the head of his penis. Her hot breath making promises of what was to come.
His fingers slipped into her hair.
“Not yet, Stephen, you can fuck my mouth after I’ve had a chance to play.”
He released her with a groan. “You are driving me crazy,” he said.
“Well…I know how that feels,” she said. Her lips touched the head of his cock with each word, a featherlight caress.
“So, you were going to make me pay?”
“I was thinking more in terms of returning the favor. I have learned I like being driven crazy.” Rowena ran her tongue over the pulsing head of his penis. In her hand she could feel its length throbbing. Her mouth watered. She’d given head before, but she never really wanted to do it. However, right now, it was a burning desire. Her pussy was throbbing with its craving for his cock. Even though he’d made her come numerous times already this night, she wanted more. Those feelings surprised her. She’d never felt desire so strong she forgot about all the things she’d worked so hard to create in her life. She could only think of this moment with this man.
She lowered her mouth over his shaft and sucked. She made love to his cock with her tongue and mouth, full strokes up and down his veined shaft. Her hips began to move in time with the strokes of her mouth.
He was groaning. “Rowena, come around to the side. You want something I can give you.” He patted the bed next to his hip.
She followed his direction without hesitation. She was kneeling next to him. Her ass was in the air. His large palm caressed the fleshy mounds of her buttocks. She moaned. He slipped two fingers over the butt plug and into her steaming pussy.
“You’re so wet, Rowena. You’re so hot. Fuck my finger. Let me see that ass move. You’re so beautiful. I love the way you respond to me.”
She moaned and was pulled into the magic of the moment. She moved and lost herself to his cock and to his fingers. Her mouth went down on his cock, and her pussy engulfed his fingers. The butt plug made his fingers a tight fit. He expertly found her G-spot. She worked herself and him into a hot frenzy. His hand was twined in her hair and he fucked her mouth. His fingers fucked her cunt. She was struggling for control.
He wiggled his fingers, hitting her pleasure button. She exploded, sucking in deep breaths through her nose as she continued to suck his cock. She was lost in sensation. He lifted her head from his cock with the hand wound in her hair.
She was panting and gasping for breath. Her hips were still bucking their pleasure. He lifted her body so that she straddled his hips. She was barely able to focus. Her entire body was wracked with pleasure. Her lips tingled from his cock. Her pussy was still throbbing, but the waves of pleasure were subsiding.
His hands were on her hips. He held her above his cock. She finally focused on his glazed and hungry eyes. Her heart went out to this man. He locked gazes with her. It was as if he was asking permission, and yet it was more. He wanted to see her pleasure, just as she wanted to see his. He lowered her slowly onto his cock. His naked skin felt so sensual. She could feel every ripple of his hot rod. She pulsed a light and easy come as he filled her. Her eyes still locked with his. “You feel so good.” The words came out in a deep rumble as her eyes closed with the subsiding pleasurable throb. He sheathed himself completely inside her, and then he flexed his cock.
Her eyes opened and locked with his once more. She felt warm and dazed. Every inch of her being was focused on this man. She’d never felt so powerful before. They were complete and equal partners in this act, each of them wanting only to please the other. This is what she’d worked for and attained in her career. She never thought she’d have to surrender to become equal in the bedroom. To be vulnerable and forced into submission somehow gave her power over this man. He wanted to please the one he could dominate, and she wanted to please the master. This somehow made them equal.
With that thought in mind, she matched his thrusts. She watched his eyes burn with desire and felt him devour her. She gave herself to this man with no reservations. Together they were one. Two equal halves becoming a whole. She saw the same sentiment reflected in his eyes. When he erupted inside her, she watched an emotion cross his face akin to surprise, but laced with something more. His guttural cry of release pushed her over the edge. Wave after wave of pleasure, almost pain, washed over her body. She heard his name uttered in the throes of her release, but did not recognize her own voice.
She collapsed on his chest and was thoroughly pleased when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. She felt loved and cherished.
“You amaze me, Rowena Milestone. I never thought I would meet a woman like you, especially in here. I’m beginning to believe your story.”
“I’m glad to hear that, but at this point it doesn’t matter. I think I could learn to like this lifestyle. At least if it was with you.” She absently circled her finger around the areola of his nipple.
He clasped her hand. “I think I’ve created a monster. A man needs time to recuperate, you know.” He kissed her finger.
She smiled into his chest. She breathed in the Stephen scent. She lifted her head just enough to see his face. “You could always send Philip in to take your place.”
He smiled. Before she knew what he was up to, his hand came down on her ass.
She bucked, and his cock slipped out of her. He held her still. She could feel his cum and hers forming a pool between them.
“My God, what you do to me, woman. I have never been so lost in making love that I forgot to wear protection.”
“Neither have I. But I use birth control and I am disease-free. Are you?” She held her breath.
“Yes Rowena. This club has very strict requirements.”
She released her breath. “Thank God,” she whispered.
He twisted to his side and pulled her back against his chest. They lay together like this, Rowena felt the slow steady breathes of sleep overtake her lover. She lay there and basked in the warmth of his embrace. Where was she? How had she gotten here? Why was she here? Who was Stephen? How was she going to get home? She pushed these questions from her mind. She was at peace and would not allow her doubts to destroy this bliss.
Chapter 6
Stephen opened his eyes. He half expected this evening and the woman to turn out to be a dream. But she was still in his arms, soft and warm.
What an unexpected surprise. After all these years, he’d never expected to find a woman like Rowena here. This was his last night, and he’d decided that he wanted to get around the no fraternizing outside of the club rule. He’d also decided that he wanted to believe Rowena’s impossible story. He wanted to see her again, and not in here.
He lay there and contemplated the night so far. She’d changed over the course of the evening. The cold bitch that had been strung up in chains when he entered the room had become this incredibly warm and vulnerable creature in his arms, someone who gave as much as she received. The truth was in her eyes. He’d seen the same realization dance across her face, the same feeling of oneness that he’d experienced. He’d never felt this way about any woman. He’d never experienced this kind of connection. He didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to have her in his arms forever. Unfortunately, nature called and he needed to get washed up. He kissed the top of her head, and she stirr
ed briefly as he left the bed.
After showering, he looked at his scruffy face in the mirror. “I suppose I should shave, but I’m sure she wants to clean up,” he said to his reflection.
He returned to the bed and was surprised to find her still sleeping. He kissed her eyelids and nose. Her hand went up to swat away the nuisance. When she touched his face, she opened her eyes and she smiled. It was a lovely sight.
“I was afraid I’d dreamed it,” she whispered. Her eyes were filled with tenderness.
“Great minds think alike. I felt the same way when I woke up.” He smiled and gave her lips a tender kiss. “You need to get cleaned up. I think you can remove the butt plug now, if you’d like.”
“How could I have forgotten about that being inside me?”
“Your body gets used to it. Eventually you can accommodate much larger…”
She raised her hand and placed a finger on his lips to quiet him. “I think I’ve learned enough about that for one night. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around something so gross feeling so good.”
He smiled under her fingertip. “You’ve come a long way in one night. I must say I like the changes. Come on, get up.” He pulled her out of bed. He slapped her ass. “Off to the shower with you. I’ve already taken one.”
She paused in the bathroom door. She looked over her shoulder. “That’s too bad,” she said with a sigh. She had a devilish grin on her face.
He rose and headed toward her. “I wouldn’t mind another,” he said as he rapidly closed the distance between them.
“Too late,” she squealed as she closed the door just as he reached it. “Maybe next time,” she said, laughing.
“Tease,” he said. “I’ll let you get away with it this time, but you owe me a shower.”
He went back to the bed. He was hungry, but he didn’t want to leave the room just yet. He stared up at the ceiling, his fingers intertwined behind the back of his head. He knew there was a grin covering his face, he couldn’t stop it.
