My evening has taken on a dreamlike quality. I’m standing stock still in the middle of my sex club, surrounded by people fucking, kissing a beautiful, beguiling woman whose naked body is wrapped around me. One hand supports her bare arse in a firm grip. I entangle the other luxuriously in her mane of hair as I take her mouth with ravenous kisses.
Because seeing her come undone like that, up on that cross at my hands and the hands of several others, was an almost religious experience that left me cowed. Awe-filled. And desperate for her.
Her mouth around my cock was a benediction, the most potent hit of pure pleasure I could ask for. I was so riled from seeing her on that stage in that un-fucking-believable lingerie, trussed up and blindfolded, while this Ben guy worked her up—Jesus Christ. It was all I could do to avoid ramming my cock into her mouth as soon as I got my hands on her.
I have my arms full of her, and she’s sated and pliant—for now, anyway. I signal to Ben to fetch her a silk robe from the selection we make available to our members on various coat-stands around The Playroom. I hold onto her as she lifts one arm and then another so he can feed them through the kimono-style sleeves. She’s covered up, and I can whisk her away and get her to myself.
I don’t put her down. We took her heels off before attaching her to the cross, and I don’t want her barefoot in here. At the entrance to the corridor where the private rooms are located, a staff member hands me a key to room five.
I’m hit with the sudden memory of coming down here with Claire, but I shove it away to the darkest recesses of my mind because I cannot handle memories of what I’ve lost right now. Not when I’m about to commit one of the most self-indulgent acts of my life. Instead, I focus on this scented, sensual woman in my arms.
The click of the door shutting behind us has the effect of taking me back into our scene, of reminding me that we’re here because I won Maddy. I own her for the night. It seems she remembers too, because she takes a step backwards when I put her down. The robe hangs open, showing off the curves of her breasts, the expanse of flat stomach and the thin dark strip of hair between her legs.
I back up to the door and lean against it, crossing my arms as I survey the pretty picture before me. Maddy, ready and willing to serve me in a dimly lit room whose claret and crimson tones serve as a reminder of the carnal nature of this rendezvous.
As if the enormous bed in the centre wasn’t reminder enough.
We’ve fooled around a few times now. We’ve made each other come with our mouths. I made her come on my fingers in the office, for Christ’s sake, with the others just the other side of an open door. We’ve kissed in the silence of my home.
But there’s something final, something grave, about the click of that door blocking out the revellers and leaving us alone. This moment is calculated. Deliberate. And it will certainly end with me fucking Maddy.
As I appraise her in silence, she eyes me back. She looks nervous, but there’s something else, too.
Anticipation.
I catch a gleam of it. Of course I do—this exact scenario is what she’s been rabbiting on about for God knows how many weeks. And I’ll be damned if I under-deliver on her precious Slave Night experience.
On the contrary, it will be my pleasure to surpass her most intoxicating fantasies.
This is exactly what I need, actually. A specific focus with a goal about which I can be utterly single-minded. And that goal is Maddy’s pleasure as well as my own. There’s no other burden for me to carry here—no grief, no grieving children. In this room, I’m excused from my daily life for a short moment.
My only responsibility is the beautiful young woman in front of me.
She clasps her hands behind her back. Her demeanour is demure, but she’s giving me one hell of an eye-fucking.
I hope she likes what she sees.
‘How do you want me, sir?’ she purrs, and I have to stifle a grin, because she is fucking good at this. I cock my head, considering. Jesus, there are so many ways I want her.
‘Robe off,’ I tell her, careful not to betray a trace of the deep desire and roiling eagerness I feel as she brushes her fingers over her shoulders, letting the robe slither to the floor. This is where I get my money’s worth. Where I take my fill of the woman who’s been tormenting me for weeks. No more furtive looks at the glorious curve of her bottom across the office. No more anonymous opportunism in Alchemy’s darkest corners.
I’ve earned her, and I get to take her.
All of her.
The thought of it makes me impossibly harder. My cock strains painfully against my flies. I’m going to spread her out and enjoy every sweet inch of her, as slowly and as sinfully as I please.
She stands there, still and quiet and obedient and blessedly naked, and the irony that Maddy, of all people, makes the most perfect fantasy slave girl is not lost on me.
She is so fucking beautiful.
‘Sit on the bed. Lean back on your hands. Legs as far open as you can. I’d like to see what I’ve bought.’
She gives the tiniest nod of approval, like my instruction is exactly what she needs, and sits. Her hands go to brace behind her, and her gaze doesn’t leave me as she opens her legs and plants her feet wide.
So fucking wide.
I belatedly recall that she does yoga. Jesus Christ.
‘Good,’ I say, transfixed by the sight of Maddy sitting on a bed, waiting for me to instruct her, her beautiful pussy on full display for me. I twist and turn the dimmer switch, flooding the room with light. She looks up at me and blinks in surprise.
‘I want to see everything,’ I tell her, stepping between her legs and getting to my knees.
I want her to feel uncomfortable. Inspected. Assessed. I want her to buckle under the weight of my scrutiny. I loop her long, thick hair through my hands and push it back off her shoulders.
Better.
I touch my fingertips to her jawline, learning it before brushing a thumb over her gorgeously plump bottom lip. The lip that’s caressed my dick. Fuck. I slide my thumb into her mouth on impulse. ‘Suck.’
She sucks hard, those astonishing grey-green eyes wide, and swirls her tongue around the tip.
‘You’re a good girl,’ I say hoarsely, extracting my thumb before her blowjob simulation makes me come in my pants. I turn my attention to her astonishing tits. They’re a very generous handful and perky as fuck. I brush my hands over her collarbones before palming and cupping said tits lightly. I don’t want her getting too excited just yet.
I want her begging for every touch shortly.
‘Very nice,’ I tell her, my thumbs strumming oh-so-lightly over her nipples. The pretty pink nubs are so tightly pebbled. I could play with them forever.
Maddy was right. Her entire fucking body is a stress toy.
Her lips part despite my efforts at keeping her on a low simmer. I think she’s going to ask for more, but she just says, ‘Thank you, sir.’
My mouth curves up into a smile. ‘Such a polite girl for your new master. Let’s see what else you’ve got, shall we?’
I stroke the impossibly soft skin of her stomach before sinking back onto my heels so I’m even closer to her pussy. My knuckles graze over the token landing strip of hair at the front, and she shivers. Underneath, she’s totally bare. Perfectly pink. And best of all, she’s glistening with arousal despite the fact that five guys got her off mere minutes ago.
A pretty slave girl with a greedy pussy.
I can work with that.
I move my hands to her knees, where they caress her kneecaps before brushing up her inner thighs. I pause just shy of her pussy, my thumbs digging into the very tops of her thighs. As we stare at each other the blood thrums so fervently through my body that it blocks out everything else.
‘I bought this.’ I trace an exploratory trail through her folds with one finger, front to back, and she shivers again.
‘Yes, sir.’
‘I own this’—I press a finger to her clit—‘and this’—I probe lightly at an entrance so slippery I could fall down it forever—‘and this’—I tap the ring of muscle further back.
‘Yes, sir.’ It comes out as a sigh.
My eyes aren’t on her face. They’re affixed to every slick, swollen, glorious fold. I simply can’t look away. Having Maddy spread out for me like this, naked and available and in all her glory, leaves me breathless. This kind of power is heady indeed.
I can’t resist. I dip my head and lick. Not for her, for myself. I swirl a meandering path through the very centre of her, recalling the scents and tastes that left me intoxicated last week.
She opens herself up to me even further and moans, and it’s long and low and enraptured.
I pull away and look up at her. ‘No. This isn’t for you. It’s for me. You don’t get to make a sound. I’ve bought your body for my enjoyment. Got it?’
Her eyelids flutter closed for a second before she grits out a pained, ‘Sorry, sir.’ It’s reassuring to know I’m not the only one in agonies of rapture here.
It pains me to admit it, but Maddy was right. This scenario is the hottest fucking thing I could ever conceive of.
I continue my explorations of my newest, sexiest possession. Fuck, I could stay here all night like this, weaving a languorous path through her essence with my tongue. I bring two fingers up and slide them inside her before twisting them to see what she feels like from the inside out.
Fucking glorious, that’s what.
Her already tight walls clamp beautifully around me, and it’s impossible to miss the anguished breath she sucks in through her teeth.
She’s too close already. It’s too risky.
I pull away and get to my feet.
‘Stand up and undress your master.’
