Drew
“Harder,” she moans as I bring the leather paddle down on the lower part of her ass and the tops of her legs. My cock jerks, leaking precum when she cries out as it makes contact with her sensitive flesh. Her ass must be reddened and stinging because I’ve been hitting her for longer than usual tonight. We could move to the bondage room, the orgy room, or voyeur room, and I could salivate over the marks I regularly leave on her body. Except I like it here in our own private dark dungeon on the lower level of the prestigious club.
Not being able to see is the only downside to fucking in the dark. Of course, it has advantages too. Being forced to use my imagination—to visualize the marks I leave on her body—is the biggest turn-on, and it never fails to get me going.
The thrill of not knowing who I’m fucking adds to the appeal as well.
Maintaining my anonymity is another big draw.
For years, when I first started coming to this elite sex club in the city, I fucked women in the open and very quickly gained notoriety. It got to the point where any time I showed up, I was besieged by women begging me to fuck them, and it quickly got irritating.
Now, I fuck in private, preferring to keep my activities to myself and my partner of choice.
I usually alternate partners every couple of months, but I’m tempted to keep Vixen for longer. Her body turns me on like no other. The way her hot pussy grips my cock is addictive, and I have to invoke massive self-control when I drive my dick in her tight asshole. The woman has no gag reflex either, easily swallowing all of my nine inches.
But mostly it’s her craving for pain with her pleasure that gets my juices flowing.
“Again, Beast,” she purrs in a sexy throaty voice.
I’m tempted to ask if this is punishment for something that’s happened, but that would be crossing a line. This is about sex. Mutual pleasure and pain, and we don’t bring our personal lives into it.
I hit her a few more times on her ass and her legs while stroking my straining cock in a leisurely manner, wanting to hold back for as long as possible.
She’s whimpering and panting as I lean over the spanking bench, covering her warm body with my own. Fisting her long hair in my hand, I tug her head back and press my lips to the pulse point on her neck before moving them to her ear. “Do you want more, slut, or are you ready for my cock?” I bite her earlobe, and the startled cry sends lust shooting through my veins.
“Fuck me, Beast. Fuck me so hard I’ll be feeling it for days.”
I reach under her body and palm one large soft breast. “Is there anything on your list you don’t want to do tonight?” Sometimes, she’ll mention she’s not in the mood for a particular kink.
“Nothing is off-limits tonight. Hurt me good. I want to feel pain.”
“Use your safe words. If I go too far, tell me.” I use a classic traffic lights system with the women I fuck at the club. Green to keep going, amber to slow down or check in, and red to stop.
I yank on her nipple, twisting and pinching it as she writhes underneath me. My erection digs into her ass, and I wet my lips in anticipation. “You’re such a perfect slut. I’m going to hurt you real good, sweetheart, and you’re going to love it,” I growl, wanting to sink my teeth into her neck and mark her good. But no visible marks is one of the conditions of our agreement.
Sometimes, I chuckle at how PC this place is. Things were so different in the past. Back then, the elite sex clubs only catered to male needs. Women were playthings. Told to spread their legs and open their mouths while filthy animals ravaged their bodies and wreaked havoc on their minds. Under Robert Huss’s leadership, the elite is vastly different. I have no doubt there are underground clubs, serving the traditionalist core who have mocked the advancements and our move to more legitimacy, but they are the minority now.
Here, I sign agreements with every new fuck partner in advance so we both know boundaries and limits before we get down to screwing. It’s been freeing in a way I hadn’t expected. There isn’t much I won’t do, and there are only a few things I insist on: complete anonymity in the dark, fake names, no kissing on the mouth, regular testing, condoms, and no blondes.
“I’m ready,” she says, and I lick the side of her neck before I slowly move down over her gorgeous body.
There is something intensely intimate about learning a woman’s body from touch alone. Without sight, I’m forced to concentrate on other senses. My palms roam her toned curves as I trail a leisurely path down her body, molding my hands around the dip in her waist and over the slope of her hips. My mouth explores the muscular planes of her back as I nip and bite my way down her soft skin. My teeth sink into the fleshy globes of her ass, and I slam my arm over the backs of her thighs to hold her in place as I devour her ass, biting her tempting flesh and sucking on it in a way I know will leave obvious marks.
I part her thighs while I feast on her ass, driving three fingers into her pussy, growling into her skin as her slick heat latches on to my digits. The noises she’s making are the best aphrodisiac, and my dick is swollen with need. I roughly pump my fingers in and out of her wet cunt, adding another digit and stretching her wide.
“Rougher,” she pants, and I move off the bench, removing my fingers and standing between her thighs.
“Ass in the air,” I command, working my dick in my hand as she gets into position. I pull her down to the edge and thrust her ass up higher. Then I shove four fingers back inside her cunt, thrusting savagely as I pinch her clit with my free hand. She cries out as she moves back against me, working in tandem with my fingers, before shattering, screaming as she comes, jerking her hips and coating my fingers with the evidence of her arousal.
I withdraw my fingers and lift her off the bench, shoving her to the ground on her knees. Fisting a hand in her hair, I bring her face to my dick and force my fingers into her mouth. “Suck. Taste yourself.” She licks my fingers eagerly, moaning as she cleans her cum from my digits, and it’s hot as fuck. I remove my fingers and force her mouth wide.
“Keep it open,” I command as I twist her hair around my hand and manipulate her movements. When her warm breath fans the tip of my dick, I slam into her mouth, fucking her with brutal thrusts as I pull on her hair and shove her face right into my crotch. She gargles around a mouthful of my dick, greedily slurping and sucking, and I close my eyes, arching my head back as I savor the sensation of her skillful lips wrapped around my shaft.
Before I come, I pull out of her mouth and command her to remain on her knees while I grab the things I left on the table earlier.
She yelps as I attach the nipple clamps to both her breasts. “Problem, slut?” I ask, yanking her head back by her hair.
“No, Beast.”
