“Great work, you two. Love the chemistry. Do you need some help untying her?” she asks.
We both look around to find the crowd disappearing, several of them carrying rope with them as they move down the hallway.
“I’ve got her,” he says, bending down once more to free me.
Something about his words stirs a feeling inside me. I couldn’t name the feeling or even begin to describe it. It’s something raw, intense and carnal, though.
One by one, my limbs are freed until there is nothing left holding me to the chair. So, why am I still sitting here, staring up at this man like he is a God amongst us mere mortals.
His hand reaches out in offering, and I slip my palm into his. He wraps his fingers around me, pulling me to stand as he looks down at me. My head tilts up to maintain eye contact with him.From far away he didn’t seem too tall but up close, I understand how wrong that assumption was. I’m 5’9 wearing five inch heels and he is easily four inches taller than me. I’ve always been the tallest woman in my family, tallest in my friend group. I’m never the short one. The way he’s making me feel, though, it’s something I’ve never gotten to really experience, not in heels that is. Like I’m small, dainty. Like I’m something precious to take care of.
“For volunteering, we’d like to offer you two the VIP room for the night, if you’re interested,” the demonstrator offers, dangling a gold key card in front of us.
The man takes it easily, pocketing it before lacing our fingers together, tugging me down the hall.
“VIP is straight ahead. Golden doors. Enjoy!” she calls out, a smirk in her voice.
Anxiety fills my body from my head to my toes, but so does an equally powerful level of excitement.
Oh, I have no doubt I’m about to more than enjoy this.
Chapter Three
Nico
For a moment, I wonder what the fuck I’m doing. I just broke up with my girlfriend and my first move is to run to a sex club? Kind of sleazy. Then again, I never planned on any of this. I didn’t even know it was a sex club until I was inside. Then, I told myself I’d grab one drink and leave. Curiosity is what led me upstairs and when the guy mentioned a bondage demonstration happening, well, I can’t exactly tell you what led me towards it.
I definitely didn’t come upstairs with the intent of hooking up with anyone. That was the last thing on my mind. A few scotches later and one hypnotic red head making eyes at me from behind her mask and…this is a bad idea, right? Rebounding like this, within hours of a breakup is not only frowned upon, its gross.
That’s not stopping me for cupping the soft hand attached to the beautiful red head as I guide us down the hall. I can practically feel her excitement running through her, or maybe it’s my own. I haven’t felt anything so…connective, ever, I think. That display was in front of dozens of strangers and it still felt like we were the only two in the room. Every wrap of the rope around her creamy skin, every brush of my finger against her only had the anticipation building and building. Who the fuck am I kidding? Us going into this room isn’t a choice, it’s not a decision either of us are making. It’s a need.
When we get to the golden door, I wave the card the demonstrator handed me over it, and the lock whirrs to life, clicking open as I push inside. I hear a soft gasp escape the woman beside me as she looks around the room. Gilded walls, cream white carpet, a golden bedspread and a large chandelier fill the space. It’s nothing too extravagant from what I’ve seen but I can’t help but admire the way this beautiful woman’s eyes sparkle behind her mask as she takes it all in. Fuck, I’ve missed that. In a partner but also in myself. I miss appreciating the little things, seeing the beauty in something others could take for granted.
When those bright green gem colored eyes land on me, I push the door shut behind her, closing the distance as I once against cup the back of her neck. She turns to putty in my hands, melting into my touch in a way that is so goddamn responsive it has my cock hardening in an instant.
Her red full lips, almost the color of her hair, tug into a soft smile as I lean over her, ghosting my mouth just over hers as I speak.
“I’m giving you an out. This is your only chance to walk away. If you don’t, for tonight, you’re mine.”
Her eyes attempt to search for mine but we’re too close to truly make eye contact.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers.
My lips press to hers in the next moment, that same euphoric rush from before thrumming through me, more so now that we don’t have an audience. I prefer my encounters to be intimate, not putting on a show.
Her silky tongue runs along mine and I quickly wrap it up with my own, nipping at her lip as I back her up to the bed. She falls backwards and I chase after her, crawling on top of her as I beginpeppering kisses up and down her neck. She sighs into me, arching her back as I slip my hand under her, taking every opportunity to press her soft body against my own.
God fucking damn.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I push off the bed as I turn to move across the room. Slowly, I begin undoing my jacket and waistcoat as I speak.
“Get undressed, quickly. I’m not a patient man.”
Once I’m down to only my boxers and my mask, I turn to face her and almost freeze in place. Fuck. She’s perfect, flawless. Soft curves, lush tits and a dusting of freckles across her body that are just begging to be licked, sucked and kissed. Every last one of them. If I had all the time in the world that’s all I’d spend my life doing, tracking down every single freckle and giving it the attention it deserves. Unfortunately for both of us, we don’t have all the time in the world. We have tonight, one night, and I don’t intend on wasting it.
Glancing over to the ‘wall of treasures’ I suppose you could call it, I reach for the black rope. It’s soft to the touch and there are several sets of it so I can do what I plan to. Of course when I discovered years ago that I may have a bondage kink, I did an extensive amount of research into it. I taught myself several ties and practiced until I had it perfected. Then when I brought the idea up to Carly, she flipped. She couldn’t get away from me fast enough, told me she didn’t want a part of my rape fantasies. When I tried to explain to her that bondage has absolutely nothing to do with rape she ran out of the room and wouldn’t talk to me for an entire day. That effectively squashed my desire to ever bring it up with a partner again.
Maybe that’s why this woman is so appealing. There is no discussion or persuasion. She knows what she’s signing up for and she looks more than ready. Eager, even. That’s what I fucking want to see. What I crave.
