Sinful Desires

by Scarlett Avery

  Dirty little rascal for requesting I wear his shirt without a bra or panties.

  I’m still in the dark as to what will unfold tonight, but the mask leaves room for many interpretations and none of them would be acceptable conversation on a Sunday during family dinner.

  “Angel Michael, this gorgeous Amazon is the guest of Mr. Aston. He’s reserved the Black Diamond VIP room and I believe you’re to give her a tour?” The host dressed as the devil turns around to address a tall black guy dressed in a tailored navy-blue pinstripe suit with white wings strapped to his back. The wings and the crisp white shirt only bring more focus to his dazzling smile.

  This evening’s theme is spot on—angels and devils meet James Bond.

  Angel Michael strides towards me and circles my body before nodding in approval. “Master Devil, you’re right, she’s precious, this one.”

  I immediately pick up on the angel’s American accent.

  “Yeah, she fits the part of Elektra King to a tee. She’s beautiful, tall and she looks sophisticated. I bet you she’s very intelligent and I’m sure for tonight, she’s in dire need of a savior.”

  Both the angel and the devil tilt their heads back and laugh in unison.

  What have I gotten myself into, or better yet, what has Nikolaj signed me up for?

  “Indeed, Mr. Aston reserved your name early on.”

  Huh? “I’m sorry, Angel Michael, but I don’t follow.”

  “Each guest was to take on the name of a character, location or fast car from the James Bond movie. We love to see how panicked people get as they scramble to reserve the name of their favorite Bond girl or villain. Mr. Aston reserved your name and his the second the invitations to this party were emailed. I see why he coined you after one of the hottest Bond girls to ever grace the silver screen.”

  “Why did he select Mr. Aston?” I ask, puzzled.

  “Darling, the Aston Martin DB5 is the quintessential James Bond car, and one of the most recognizable and famous cars in cinema history. I believe your friend is the kind of high roller who can easily carry the name, wouldn’t you say?”

  “Indeed he can,” I answer, pensive. The name is quite fitting given his penchant for outrageously expensive rides.

  “Before you go off and play, you’ll need to sign this agreement swearing you won’t reveal to anyone what you see when you pass that point,” he says, pointing behind him. “It also protects anyone you might recognize.” The devil hands me an iPad and gestures for me to use my fingernail to sign.

  “I’ll scan through it quickly.” I’m not one to sign contracts without reading them first.

  “It’s standard, honey.” The devil coos those words flirtatiously when he notices my hesitation, but I still take a minute to read over the document. Once I’m convinced it’s standard, I wave my manicured figure on the screen and hand him back the iPad.

  “Bravo. A copy will be emailed to Mr. Aston and he’ll forward a copy to you.”

  “Thank you,” I say as the butterflies collide in my stomach. Angel Michael smiles at me with an eager look before addressing the devil.

  “Master Devil, you’ll need to call for backup. There must be other little angels lurking around,” he says, winking at me. “I’ll be a while. Mr. Aston requested I show Elektra all of our rooms.” He’s speaking to the tall guy dressed in a black suit with a face painted red, but his eyes are locked onto mine. “Honey, this is a night to remember. I hope you’re ready?”

  “To be honest, I’m a little nervous.”

  “Don’t be. You can take this night as far as you wish,” he says as he grabs my hand and pulls me towards the back of the club.

  “What do you mean?”

  “This club is the ultimate hideaway to give into any one of your kinks. Why do you think the name of the club appears only above the welcome counter and not outside the building? Only people in the know understand what goes on here.” He stops right in front of a room with a hand on the doorknob. “What’s your kink, love?” he asks with a cocky grin.

  “I don’t think I have one.”

  “Come on, we all have a kink. Do you like to watch, be watched, BDSM or orgies? Perhaps you’ve always wanted to experience the hedonistic pleasures of a ménage à trois? I could see you tied up and completely submissive to your master.” He flashes a wicked smile.

  “I’ve had a few threesomes. It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything like that.” I smile back. “As to being roped… I can’t help but wonder if Mr. Aston is planning on tying me up tonight?” Oh God, is Nikolaj trying to recreate the Fifty Shades of Grey movie?

  “You definitely don’t give off the vibe of an ingénue in those five-inch red heels.”

  “I didn’t select them. He did.”

  “I’m sure he has big plans for those shoes.”

  “I’m afraid you’re right.”

  “To answer your second question, guests don’t share their kinks with us, they simply request specific rooms.”

  “I see,” I answer nervously, feeling my stomach churn. “What’s so special about the Black Diamond VIP room?”

  “I’m not at liberty to say, but you’ll find out soon. Honey, tonight you’ll experience a different kind of pleasure you never knew existed before. Trust me. Your body, mind and soul may never recover.”

  A part of me is excited to discover a new side to Nikolaj’s sexual desires, but at the same time I’m not sure how far I’m willing to go down this road. There are many sexual fantasies I’ve never tried before with the men I’ve slept with and I can’t help but wonder if tonight Nikolaj will demand I step outside my boundaries.

  “I’m about to open a door and show you inside, but you’ve not yet answered my question.”

  “Oh, yeah, I forgot,” I lie. “I don’t have any outrageous kinks I’m dying to try.”

  “Are you open to exploring a few new ones tonight?”

  “I’m not sure what Mr. Aston has in mind.”

  I don’t know how far I want to take things tonight with Nikolaj. Would I allow him to tie me up, whip me until I beg him to stop or talk me into submitting myself to him like a love slave? Would I be willing to become the submissive pet her master forces to have sex with other men under his watchful eye?

  The tour of the kinky club makes me feel like a girl who’s never left Kansas. I would never call myself a shy one, but what I’ve seen tonight has left me speechless, jaw-dropped and amazed all at once.

  I can’t believe how far people are willing to push the envelope for sexual pleasure.

  When Angel Michael said I could satisfy any one of my kinks, he wasn’t joking. The motto of this club should be, “If you can dream it, you can have it.” It’s quite an eye-opening experience for me.

  The Dungeon room is slightly scary, with chains of all sizes, leather straps, wooden paddles in an array of colors, harnesses, whips, a large gold-framed mirror and a big black table in the middle of the room. There is something very taboo about the décor and the red walls and area rug only accentuates the hush-hush factor.

  The Shared Love room surprises me the most. The name should be a giveaway, but I don’t clue in until I become a witness to some of the kinkiest sex I’ve ever seen. We don’t go inside the room, but my guide does have me stand in front of a two-way mirror where I’m able to watch a group of naked masked men and women engaged in a dirty orgy. Angel Michael assures me it’s an exhibitionist orgy where the participants not only take pleasure in fucking multiple partners at a time of both sexes, they also get a high from knowing they’re being watched. Amongst watchers, there are couples who are getting it on as they observe the naughty group sex.

  Jesus. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more forbidden in my life.

  By the time we’re done with our tour, I’m so turned on the wetness from my throbbing pussy is dripping down my bare legs. I’m forced to keep the mask on to conceal my identity. The beads of sweat pearling down my temples are the only outward indication of how desperately
I need Nikolaj’s cock inside me.

  “I believe it’s time for us to make our way to the Black Diamond room,” Angel Michael says, looking down at his watch. “Mr. Aston is waiting for you.”

  I’m far too overwhelmed to answer and I simply nod and follow him down a dim hallway and up a few stairs until we reach a set of private elevators.

  “Each one of our VIP rooms has a private elevator. This one is yours. When you reach the top, Mr. Aston will greet you. When the doors open, you can remove your mask. Upstairs it will only be the two of you.”

  Gosh, this is all so theatrical. “Okay, thank you for the tour.”

  “You’re more than welcome, Elektra. You’ve been extremely quiet, but I understand. Most people who come here for the first are dumbfounded by all of this. Don’t worry. Focus on soaking in every moment of pleasure when you get up there and forget about what you’ve seen so far.”

  “Easier said than done.”

  “Why not use it all to enhance whatever the man who’s waiting for you has in mind?” Angel Michael suggests with a complicit smile.

  “That’s one way of seeing it.”

  “It’s the only way, love. Now off you go,” he says before pressing the button to the elevator. “I have to dash back to the welcome counter. I’m expected to conduct another VIP tour in five minutes.”

  The elevator doors close as I wave goodbye to the angel in a pinstripe suit with big white feathery wings. I ride three stories and the doors open.

  He’s been waiting.

  Even with Nikolaj’s mask, I’d recognize his muscular physique and his signature bad-boy grin anywhere. He’s standing in front of me looking like a sex god holding a tumbler filled halfway with what I suspect is his favorite drink—cognac.

  “Hello, love,” he greets as he extends a hand to help me step out of the elevator. The distinctive voice of the man I love immediately sends chills down my spine. “You can remove your mask now,” he says, getting rid of the disguise concealing his beautiful face.

  “Hello, baby,” I respond as I remove my own mask.

  I’ve never seen him looking so casual and I can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s wearing a pair of tight dark-washed jeans and a black shirt under a black leather jacket, and when I furtively look down at his feet, my eyes drop to the sexiest pair of rugged black motorcycle boots I’ve ever seen on a man.

  His hard-on leaves nothing to the imagination. His jeans look like they’re about to erupt from the pressure of his bulge.

  “You look amazing in this leather trenchcoat, Elektra. I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding underneath,” he says, kissing my lips.

  Elektra? So he’s playing this game all the way. “Mr. Aston, you don’t look so bad yourself,” I say, getting on my toes and leaning into him to make this kiss last as long as possible.

  “How did you enjoy the tour?”

  “It was enlightening,” I say, biting my lower lip to avoid smiling.

  He takes a step back before turning his back on me. He takes a long stride towards a bar located on the left side of the room and I take advantage of this opportunity to scan the VIP room.

  Contrary to what I expected after my little tour with Angel Michael, there are no chains, harnesses, whips or any other BDSM paraphernalia. The room is bare other than an armchair located in front of a wall right next to a large window, the long bar and a few accent tables here and there.

  I don’t get it. I thought this room would look more like the Dungeon.

  Soft music comes from the speakers for the first time. The club remake version of California Love. What a sexy song.

  He drops his drink on the wooden countertop and casually removes his jacket. He turns around and leans his sexy body against the bar. He takes me in from head to toe before locking his gaze onto mine.

  “Is that all it was to you? Merely enlightening?”

  I’m not sure what he wants me to say. I’ve never visited this type of establishment before nor have I ever watched people fuck. Okay, I’ve watched porn with guys I’ve seen in the past, but those are well-paid actors. The people I saw downstairs were real.

  “What I meant to say is it was a lot to take in all at once.”

  “I bet.”

  “Have you been here before?”

  “Would it make a difference?”

  He’s looking at me with such lust in his eyes, but it’s as if he’s punishing me by standing so far away from me. Everything about his body language suggests I should remain exactly where I’m standing.

  “Actually, yes, it would.” How many women has he taken here before me?

  He folds his arms across his chest and closes his left fist under his chin. “Why don’t I ask you a few questions before I answer yours.”

  Oh, yeah, he’s in control of this entire evening—even when he chooses to answer my questions.

  “First off, can I offer you a drink? I asked them to stock the bar with champagne because it’s one of your favorite drinks and let’s be honest, you don’t want to taste one of my martinis,” he says, smiling.

  He’s so darn hot when he’s this controlling and I can’t help but smile back. “Champagne would be perfect.”

  He circles the bar and grabs a big silver bucket filled with ice and four bottles of champagne and drops it on the countertop.

  “Good Lord, you don’t expect me to drink all of these tonight?” I ask, alarmed.

  “Oh, no, love, I want you very much aware tonight. I’d never dream of dulling your senses to the point where you can’t remember what I’ll do to your body,” he says with a dangerous stare.

  Something about his answer makes my skin tingle with excitement. “What do you have in mind for me?”

  “You’re dying to know, aren’t you?”

  “You’ve kept me in the dark for days now…”

  “I’m not quite finished with my questions,” he interrupts. “What do you want me to do to you?” He hands me a flute of champagne as he undresses me with his eyes.

  “I haven’t seen you in days. I want you inside me as quickly as humanly possible,” I answer before downing my drink in one gulp.

  “Easy, girl. Don’t drink so fast,” he says, grabbing the flute from my hand.

  The bubbles hit me fast and immediately calm my nervousness. He’s totally in charge and he knows it. He’s only torturing me by making me wait longer before he fucks me.

  “Take off the coat. I want to see how my shirt looks on you,” he says, taking a sip of his cognac.

  I step away from him and slowly remove the leather trenchcoat and place it along with the mask on a table in the room.

  “Where’s the vibrator?”

  I shiver. Nikolaj is eating me up with his eyes like a famished predator. “I put it in my pocket.”

  “Fetch it and bring it to me.”

  I obey without asking questions and I turn around to fish for the little love toy hidden inside the right pocket of the coat.

  “Good girl,” he says when I place the sex toy in the palm of his hand. “Now I want you to walk all the way to the table located near the armchair and I want you to drop the toy there and then I want you to come back here.”

  I don’t know what game he’s playing, but each command is getting me wetter and wetter. I sashay my way to the table, soaking in the lyrics of Joe Cocker’s classic You Can Leave Your Hat On, pause and turn around to make sure his eyes are on me. Oh, yeah.

  I drop the vibrator on the table and notice there’s a bottle of lube and condoms sitting and waiting. Hmmm, I thought we were past condoms and I’m way too wet to require additional lube.

  I pretend to pick up something off the floor and I give him a quick peek of my aching pussy before striding back to him.

  Damn, these heels are so high.

  “Naughty girl,” he says, his gaze supercharged with desire.

  “What?” I ask innocently.

  “Fuck, the way the light hits your body in my white shirt, I can see all of your
curves. It’s as if the shirt is transparent.”

  My erect nipples are so hard, they are scratching the shirt, dying to feel his touch.

  “Do you like the shoes?”

  “They’re sexy.”

  “So what’s your kink, love? You can live out any experience you want tonight. What will it be?”

  He’s studying me carefully, waiting for my reaction.

  Do I tell him what I truly want or do I tell him what I think he wants to hear? “I’m not sure,” I answer, torn between the desire to please him and the fear of experiencing something way out there.

  “What are you saying?” he asks, approaching me before grabbing my face in his hands. “After the tour, is there something you’ve seen you’d want to try tonight? I can give you anything you want, Elektra. You simply need to ask.”

  I lose myself in the fire burning in his deep blue eyes. I hesitate a while before answering. “I want you. You’re my kink. You’re the one who turns me on like crazy. When I’m not with you, the mere thought of you makes me want to get undressed and touch myself.”

  “Do you give in to that thought?” he interrupts.

  “I can never resist. It’s like a force so strong the only salvation is to rub myself until I climax thinking of your hands, your lips and your dick. I can’t get enough of you. I’m totally wet right now just standing this close to you. I don’t need chains or ropes and I don’t need whips. I don’t want three men fucking me nor do I feel the need to gorge on a blonde’s pussy to get off. I want your cock inside me and your lips on mine,” I blurt out without taking a breath.

  God. I hope I didn’t say the wrong thing.

  He flashes a look I’ve never seen so far in his eyes before crushing my lips. “That’s a good answer, because I only want you as well.”