Teasing myself was all that I was doing. I wasn’t certain if the exploration I would be partaking of in less than half an hour would grant me the relief I needed after playing with the gorgeous woman on my lap.
I grabbed my glass, pouring a drizzle of my drink between her cupped breasts, and set it down again. Lowering my head, I licked the remnants of the alcohol from between her cleavage, causing her to laugh.
I slid the one-hundred-dollar bill from underneath my glass that it rested beneath. Tucking it into the front of her G-string, I slid it against her folds, my fingers lightly touching her heat before I pulled them back.
She eased up off my lap. I patted her on the ass, and she worked her way to the next table.
Turning my attention back to the gentlemen at my table, I interjected in the ongoing conversation, which I had not missed a beat of.
“I think it would be better if you were to use Bianchi Logistics for those purposes, Neal. I know that we’re looking at shipping times, and it needs to be expedited; however, you’re considering a lot of weight for this transport. Bianchi Logistics is more equipped to handle that than Bianchi Express,” I input.
“Yes, we would be risking the safety of our pilots and our aircraft with what you’re proposing,” my brother, Gerhardt said.
Blowing out a breath, Neal Griggs shook his head. “I’m not so sure that you can get it there within the time I’m proposing.”
“What’s your turnaround time?” I asked the blonde-haired man.
“We need it here within a week,” he said, tapping out his cigar.
I leveled a gaze at my brother and nodded my head. Steepling my fingers, I said, “Gerhardt?”
“I can take a quarter of what you’re proposing and have it shipped here using my aircraft. However, I cannot risk using it for the entire shipment. The rest of the cargo would have to come over through Dante’s shipping company,” Gerhardt suggested.
Nodding my head, I said, “Yes, Neal. If Gerhardt ships a quarter, at least you’ll have a portion of your product available right away until we can bring the rest.”
Nodding, he pulled out another cigar and smiled at the brunette who straddled him. Another blonde, different than the first, approached me with a smile. Shaking my head, she passed me up and rustled her fingers through my brother’s hair.
I watched as he rested his head back against his cushioned leather chair as the woman began to rub her hands over his chest. She climbed into the chair with him, and his hands grappled her ass.
“So, you’re a voyeur, I see,” a raven-haired beauty walked up to me, with gold tassels swinging from her nipples.
“Not really,” I said with a smirk. “I’m full, hardcore participant.”
Licking her lips, she asked, “What’s your flavor?”
Lifting my glass, I drunk the remnants of my Black Russian. Eyeing the woman with a cold, hard expression, I said, “Tonight? It’s chocolate.”
She appeared offended until I stood and slipped a one-hundred-dollar bill into the waistband of her thong.
Pressing a kiss against her shoulder, I replied, “I’ve already got a date tonight, Bella. Maybe some other time?” I suggested, lifting an eyebrow.
“You’re leaving?” Neal asked, lifting his head from the brunette woman’s breasts.
“Yes. I have an appointment. You boys have your fun,” I chuckled, thinking about what lie ahead of me.
Owning several restaurants, a vineyard, a winery, and a shipping company afforded me the pleasure of having my toys. Although I stayed busy with a hectic schedule, I made time for fun.
I’d been introduced to the world of BDSM by an old friend of mine, Lucy Antonella. She’d returned home to Italy but left in me a passion for a world that allowed me to explore my sexual fantasies.
And Privilege & Prestige was the perfect place to allow that to happen. The club offered diversity, inclusivity, and privacy. All of which I required because of my businesses. There was never enough time for me to cultivate a relationship with a woman.
My businesses were so demanding. And although I could free up more time, I’d not met a woman that I was inclined to sacrifice that for. Hence, my membership at the club. I could get all of my fantasies fulfilled without owing allegiance to anyone or explaining myself to anyone. It fit my lifestyle perfectly.
I wasn’t looking to be a playboy; I just wanted my freedom, good sex, and fantasies fulfilled.
A smile curved my lips as I anticipated the woman that I would be meeting tonight. We’d had several conversations over the last month leading up to tonight. It was important that she felt comfortable in this environment.
Because she was Maeve’s best friend, I was willing to do what was necessary for her to ease her way into this. The kinky world that Maeve and I orbited in wasn’t for the faint of heart. And I knew the woman would probably never delve as deeply as I’d gone or been willing to go.
Based on questions I’d asked her during our Zoom calls, I knew she was hesitant to explore some of my greater fantasies, such as asphyxiation, cock and ball torture, cupping, and my all-time favorite, psychrocism.
Just the thought of having sex in a freezer or using ice cubes during sex had my arousal growing as I waited for the arrival of the elevator. Pair that in tandem with the biting that came with odontophilia, and I was liable to release on contact.
Another fetish that I had was rimming. A woman who knew how to use her tongue properly in my ass could control my every whim.
It wasn’t something that I shared with many, but on occasion, it had made for some interesting sex.
My conversations with my new Dominatrix had me curious, wondering what she might be open to. Maeve had described her as vanilla with a drop of chocolate. Just open enough to venture a little beyond plain sex.
I’d attempted to persuade her to enter this agreement as a submissive, but she wasn’t interested. I sensed that she was fearful of relinquishing that type of control.
With the ever-present decisions and pressure and stress of controlling my world, I did not mind renouncing control. This time.
Typically I was always the Dominate.
However, after several conversations with Maeve and her friend separately, I was assured this woman needed to be in control. I would have to coach her into becoming a confidant woman. Whatever she had gone through, I could tell that she needed reassurance. She needed to find her strength again.
And if I could offer her that by submitting and bending to her will, then it would be my pleasure.
My anticipation spiked as the elevator finally arrived, and the doors opened. I could not wait to behold the big, beautiful black woman who awaited my arrival upstairs.
My cock twitched in my pants at the delicious expectation.
CHAPTER 6 – INDIGO
“I promise you won’t regret it.”
“I think I already am,” I said, as we passed through the narrow oak door and stepped into a smoky interior room.
“Just as long as you know that what happens here stays here,” Maeve said.
She had flown into town for the weekend after I’d disclosed I was ready to go to the club to meet Midnight. She didn’t want me to go alone for the first time.
“So, what? We’re in Vegas now?”
“Might as well be. But what goes on behind these walls are more intimate and private than those smoky Vegas casinos. You’ll recognize some faces here, but you’re not to say anything. It’s the reason you had to leave your phone in the lockbox on the way in and why you had to sign the NDA,” Maeve said.
“Wait,” I said, stopping and reaching my hand out to touch my best friend’s arm. “Is it illegal?”
“Nothing is illegal as long as everyone consents,” Maeve said with a wink and pulled me further through the smoky room.
Jazz music played in the background, and everyone looked so gentlemanly. Men in suits, brocade smoking jackets, and dress shirts with their sleeves rolled to the elbows sat around a table playing
Poker and Baccarat. They smoked cigars, sipped from glasses holding rum, vodka, gin, tequila, and other contents that I wasn’t familiar with.
As we moved through the room, we caught the eye of several gentlemen along the way, including a couple of famed actors, a football player, a couple of well-known baseball players, and a soccer player.
I knew these men didn’t live here in Sunset Harbor. They traveled here to hide their sins from their families and communities.
“Is that—”
“Yes, that’s senator Greg Williams. Quit staring,” Maeve whispered harshly as we approached another door.
I turned away from gawking at the senator and watched as Maeve slid a card into a card reader on the door.
The next room that we stepped into was full of men and women dancing on a floor, whereas others crowded around a bar. The music here was much louder and the air thicker with smoke than the previous one.
“It’s like a club in here.”
“This is a club. The entire place is a club that caters to different fantasies and fetishes,” Maeve shouted over the music.
“A den of sin?” I asked, feeling odd and ready to run.
Winking with a mischievous smirk, Maeve said, “Welcome to my world.”
We continued through the club until we came to an elevator. Maeve pressed a button and slid her card into the card reader next to the elevator doors.
“So, if I wanted to turn tail and run, I’d have to have a card to get back out?”
“Not to get out. Only to get in,” she said, still shouting over the music. “Once people come in, they don’t usually want to come out.”
I shuddered when Maeve winked again at the same time the elevators arrived.
“Come on!” she shouted, tugging my hand and pulling me onto the elevator with her.
The doors closed, drowning out the loud music that surrounded us just moments ago. The thick, dark grey padding on the walls sealed us into a cocoon of silence.
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you?” Maeve asked, folding her arms in front of her.
“No. I’m not. I’m in this.”
“Good. Because Mist...Midnight will make you forget all about Keith.”
I swallowed as anger filled me once more, thinking about Keith.
Ratings were high that day as people all across Sunset Harbor, North Carolina, tuned in to see the live stream of the wedding of their favorite local reporter. What Keith, nor my television station, or any of my family or friends could know was that there would be no wedding.
Hell, I didn’t know.
Although Maeve had given me an alternative plan, and we’d set things up to flow, either way, I’d been on the fence about it. That is until I walked down the aisle and saw Lana’s smiling lying face. Even worse was the moment that he glanced towards her when he stalled in the recital of his vows and quickly glanced back at me.
That was the moment I’d decided I would not waver. There would be no wedding.
Thousands of dollars went down the drain, and people across the city were shocked. My phone was blown up with phone calls and text messages, from my parents, family, friends, the TV station. And of course, Keith and Lana had been amongst those. They sent messages, stating how I’d humiliated them. What about the humiliation I’d suffered at him making a fool of me with my co-worker and supposedly close friend?
Yes, I wanted to be a very different woman when I left this club, that only those with privilege and prestige had a right to enter when I exited.
I was thankful that my best friend happened to be one of those people with that sort of privilege and prestige.
Maeve and I met in high school when her father retired from the military, and they moved to Sunset Harbor during our sophomore year. We both went off to college together at Duke University. But when I returned to Sunset Harbor, she went off to New York to follow her burgeoning modeling career.
“How much does a membership cost here?”
“I’m not buying you one.”
Who says that you have to buy me one? I can buy my own.”
Maeve shook her head and scoffed. “Not hardly.”
“Excuse me, Princess Millionaire. How much does a membership cost?”
“Fifty for initiation fees and twenty for the annual membership.”
“Really, Maeve, and you thought I couldn’t afford it?” I said, laughing.I said, lifting an eyebrow at her.
She glanced at me with a smirk. “That’s grand, baby. Fifty grand and twenty grand.”
I choked on my spit, my eyes widening.
“Besides, you’d have to have a reference from a member to join. Ready?” Maeve asked as we stepped off the elevator.
I looked down the long, plush carpeted hall. The gold-painted walls held no décor or any indication of what occurred here. It just looked like the hallway of a rather expensive hotel.
“Look, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I said uncertainly.
Maeve could hear the doubt in my voice.
“Okay. Breathe. You guys had a few conversations already, and you agreed to a list of approved acts, words, and behaviors, right?”
I nodded. We had spoken on quite a few occasions, and I enjoyed our conversation. We had agreed not to see one another before today because of our careers, and we’d both agreed to wear masks.
“I felt good during our phone calls like I can trust him. But what if he’s different in person?”
Maeve took my hands in hers. “It’s your call at the end of the day. I can tell you all day long that he’s a great person, and I trust him implicitly, but it’s your call, babe.”
“Have you ever—”
“Nooo! I told you that he and I are just friends. That’s it. I met him here, but that’s all. Indi, I’d never lie to you.”
“I know.” A surge of nervousness rushed through me.
“Okay.”
“Go inside,” she said after we stopped at the door marked 4C. “I’ll be right across the hall and down some, in 4 I,” she said, pointing.
“Is...”
“No one’s in there right now. Go in and get comfortable.”
I nodded, inhaled, and turned the doorknob in my hand. Stepping inside, I took a look around the suite. My heels echoed across the dark, cherry wood floors as I stepped further into the room.
Clutching my purse tightly against my chest, I looked around, taking in the understated luxury.
A crème settee stood across from a matching sofa. In the corner near a set of glass double doors leading to a balcony was a bar. I quickly made my way to the bar and pulled out a bottle of Yamazaki to deal with the tangled nerves in my belly.
My hands were shaking as I poured myself a glass of the single malt whiskey,. I swallowed it, savoring the burn as it went down my throat. My eyes closed tightly, and I let the powerful alcohol run its course.
When I dared open my eyes again, I poured another one and slowly took it down this time. I hoped both of them gave me enough courage to do what I was about to do. Replacing the bottle, I looked out on the room with its lavish furnishings.
I couldn’t appreciate the expensive art of renowned painter Mary St. James or the sculptures of Vincent Lueso positioned throughout the room. Instead, I took one step after the other to lead myself back to the bedroom of the hotel suite.
When I arrived,After stepping inside, I closed the door and inhaled.
“Come on, Indi. You’ve got this girl,” I muttered to myself.
Against one wall stood a teal queen-sized four-poster bed with a cornice at the head. At the foot of the bed were a teal and tan bench with drawers on the front. Blackout curtains in this room blocked out everything on the outside. One couldn’t tell if it were day or night.
On the tan sheets lay my attire.
I walked to the bed and nervously fingered the black open bra. My fingers ran across the translucent material with rhinestone studs.
Would he think I was sexy in this o
utfit? Or would I look like a fool?
At least I would have a mask to hide behind. A smile tilted my lips for the first time since I’d stepped foot inside of the establishment.
Having showered before I arrived, I began to remove my clothing carefully, one item at a time. When I’d finished, I stepped inside the bathroom and hung them in the closet that Maeve instructed me would be there.
Walking back into the bedroom, I picked up the bra and slid the halter top of the bra over my neck before tying the strap in the middle of my back.
Turning around, I glanced at myself in the mirror. I felt sexy for the first time in a while.
Maeve told me that I would have twenty minutes to get prepared. I’d spent a great amount of time at the bar already and knew I needed to get moving.
I grabbed the crotchless leather pants with strips of leather crisscrossing along the inner thigh and leg, leaving flesh exposed. I slipped into them and zipped and buttoned them easily.
Once I’d stepped into the black sized eight heels left for me, I glanced in the mirror again. Midnight had asked for the honor of choosing my outfit for tonight. I’d agreed, hesitantly giving him my size, scared what he might think. He gave no indication it was a problem, but rather a pleasure to have so much woman to devour.
Who was this sexy woman standing before me, I wondered, as I ran my hands across my bare midsection.
When I heard the buzzing on the front door, I quickly moved to the bed and grabbed the final item. Firmly slipping the black, feathered mask into place, my costume was complete. I needed nothing more to disguise my identity and become the sexy vixen I needed to be. If only for one night.
Nothing except to drop the fear that cloaked around me and pick up the confidence that I knew lay somewhere within.
Could I pull this off?
CHAPTER 7 – DANTE
I smelled her long before I laid eyes on her. And it wasn’t just the floral scent that she exuded; it was her nervousness fear, and desire. They were potent pheromones in this room that drowned out all else.
Walking to the bar, I grabbed the liquor glass she’d drunk from and poured myself a couple of fingers of whiskey. I took them down and looked around.
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