“Love it. Give me a twirl, Sailor Moon.”
I laugh before stepping back and twirling as best as I can, given the length of heel on these boots. Arnie looks possessive and filled with pure lust as he stares at me. I swallow a shaky breath before going back to run my hands over him this time.
“I knew you were a nerd,” I chuckle as I nip at his lips, jaw, and earlobe. I was completely captivated by him. My ass receives five quick but lethal swats from him, causing me to yelp.
“Let’s go. If I hadn’t promised Burt I was showing face with a new sub, then I would have already ripped up that outfit, making it non-returnable."
He waltzes to the front door, putting on a floor-length leather trench coat and turning only to smirk at me. Half-hard, I follow him out to the car.
***
Nyctra was exactly how I envisioned a kink club. I half expected to be wrong, but there it was: black and red walls, low, sexy lighting, and whips and chains that could be requested for scenes hidden behind glass that lined the dark walls near the bar. A woman with bright pink dreads wearing a glittery Union Jack dress with slits all the way up both sides is at a booth giving out the equipment alongside tickets for returning them.
A dance floor dominates the ground floor, with an L-shaped bar at the far end. Left and right feature booths that are clearly there for some privacy, as they’re mostly shielded from the main lighting. Dotted on either side of the club are spiral staircases that lead to a mezzanine, where more couches and lounging areas are available. There are also the dark hallways. Each hallway leading to something different, the sound of those spikes the blood coursing through my veins as I waite on bated breath for Arnie to continue describing this sexy labyrinth. According to A, red walls lead to rooms that were private or with glass viewing windows. Each room was filled with enough toys and equipment to put on a show for the voyeurs coming to watch. The private ones containing the same, but for people more dipping their toe into kink or not into exhibitionism.
The dark purple walls led to fantasy rooms. Each centred around different kinks like medical, water sports, andpredicament bondage. What did the bondage rooms look like? I’d find out next time.
Arnie’s face illustrates his excitement as he explains to me what happens in the grey rooms. Pitch-black with nothing but a cacophony of sex all around. I shiver with desire. Before we had left, Arnie had ushered me into the bathroom I used when I first arrived at his house. He stripped me, then finally showed me what those razors were for. Dropping to his knees, he had taken perfect care in removing the hair from every inch of me. A service kink that he had, which as a Dom worked well in making sure his sub was perfect for him. It had oddly made me feel closer to him. He then prepped me to wear a plug for the night. I hesitated when he took the metal plug out, but I was so turned on that I just nodded, grabbed my ankles and bent over for him.
My arousal had been clear the whole time, and after he finished, he stayed on his knees and gave me the best blowjob I had ever had as a reward.
Watching him on his knees for me was thrilling. He had kept full control — of course. But at that moment it had made me realise I loved him.
He had helped me when I was at my lowest. Never taking advantage. Guiding me into the world of kink. Had opened his home to me, a stranger in need of tutoring. I’d never been in love with someone before, but it’s the only thing it could be. I wanted to wake up in his jungle room, bathe him after a stressful day, and have his marks on me for the rest of my days. His understanding of my situation, the need to give me space if I needed it, and to make sure Jed couldn’t get within reach of me meant the world.
I had thought about going back to university, but had decided not to. Instead, staying here and figure out my options. There was no huge drama for me in the end. I just decided I wanted to stick around. See where my early friendships at work developed.Arnie had been so supportive when I told him. I wanted to stay mainly for him.
We made our way to the bar where a giant dressed Ali G wearing nothing but yellow hot pants and a gold chain with matching hat and moustache told us he would just be a minute as he served three people all dressed as Britney in the video that was set in a school. They took their drinks, then returned to their booth, all kneeling to serve who, I assume, was their Dom. He took one of the drinks, then placed it onto the back of one sub as if... well, as if they were furniture. Arnie must have caught me staring.
“That’s Jules; he’s poly. His subs live with him. If you see them as furniture, don’t speak to them. They are in a scene.”
I nod along, mesmerised by the act and the thought of all four of them crawling into bed every night together. My cock twitched. What else do they get up to? Maybe some of them fucked each other while the others watched on. Suddenly aware that my cheeks were heating, I turn away to face Arnie again. He's still watching me intently.
Wicked Gameby HIM plays above us, and Arnie holds a hand out to ask me to dance. I love this song, maybe he was a fan of it too. I lace my fingers in his as he leads me to the busy, dark dance floor.
He turns me, so I have my back to his chest. Placing his hands on my hips, just under my tiny skirt, he sways, grinding a little as I lean into him. My head on his shoulder, I relax as we dance slowly but sensually.
“You should stay, Jamie. With me. Us, together. Would you like that?” He whispers into my ear. He squeezes my hips gently as he speaks, waiting for an answer. My whole body comes alive as Ville Valo sings about no one could save me but you.
My eyes burn as it settles over me what Arnie is saying. What he is asking. He wants me.
Me.
He wants all of me despite my flaws, my family's past, and my failure in school. Could he actually...love me back? The way I love him? I spin around so fast that he has to steady me as I stare into his eyes. I clutch at his leather harness, getting as close as I can.
“Yes,” I whisper against him, our gazes never breaking. “I... I love you,” I admit, a tear finally falling free. Nervousness pulls at my stomach while Arnie gapes at me, shock covering his face. I try to backtrack, to open my mouth and tell him it was okay. He obviously didn’t feel the same, but then.
“Say that again, blondie,” he growls as he grabs my wrists and pulls me in until our noses are brushing, hot breath entangled.
“I love you,” I declare with more conviction. Arnie takes my mouth so hard that our teeth clash. I grind against his thigh that’s pushed between my legs as I open my mouth wider to let his tongue in. I groan as he grabs my ass rough just the way I’ve come to love it. The plug moves to hit my prostate, making me moan out loud, which Arnie’s mouth catches. The song had long finished before we finally broke the kiss.
“I love you too, blondie. Now, get your ass upstairs. It’s time everyone else got on the same page and found out exactly who you are and who you belong to.”
Face flushed, lips swollen, I try to control my breathing as he tugs on my hand and leads me off the dance floor.
I’d follow him anywhere, I realise. I just want him. Nothing else matters.
Chapter 29
