Ever since he’d eaten half the shoe leather in his closet when he stupidly admitted to having more than a passing knowledge of the BDSM scene in the nation’s capital-courtesy of that fuckwad Parker Sullivan-she’d been up his ass and around the bend about wanting to check out one of the private clubs.
His sexy wife had her ways, that’s for damn sure, he thought with a silent snicker. During a particularly outrageous penis massage-her term, not his-he’d given in and promised to take her. And so a kinky fuckery field trip went on the itinerary. Besides wanting to kill Parker for opening this particular Pandora’s Box, he had mixed feelings about showing her what went on in one of the notorious clubs. But he couldn’t wiggle out of his promise despite his efforts.
Alex recalled their visit to a very exclusive club called The Woods. He’d read her the submissive’s riot act the whole way there and didn’t give a flying fuck that their driver had heard every word. She wasn’t to leave his side-not for a second, and she wasn’t to initiate conversation with anyone in the club. It’d be great, he told her gravely, if she’d also avoid making eye contact, but he knew as the words left his mouth he was asking the impossible.
Explaining how the place functioned, he told her they’d start out in the communal area. Have a drink and catch their breath. From there, they’d be free to explore the various rooms and scenes planned for the evening’s pleasures.
The second they were through the heavily secured entrance and had reviewed the rules, he was close to jumping out of his skin. His wife didn’t help his nervousness when she leaned close and whispered, “Well, shit. No cell phone pics? Damn. Ruining all my fun.”
He seriously considered booking one of the spanking rooms and hauling her ass behind a closed door to teach her a lesson.
Many things from the visit stood out in his mind, aside from the decadent bordello theme. First was his reaction to a severe S&M scene that shook him up. At first, the scene seemed harmless enough until the Dom slid on a leather mask and shackled his sub to a St. Andrew’s cross. The second Alex heard the crack of a bullwhip, he had Meghan’s hand and was bolting for the door. He might have stumbled in his haste to get her out of there before the screaming started.
“Thank you,” she shakily murmured once they were clear of the room.
“Let’s cross sadism off the list and find you something a little less intimidating,” he’d grumbled and then went on the hunt for some harmless fun. That was when they discovered the Zen beauty of a Kinbaku scene. The ropes master explained to the small audience that Kinbaku was an erotic, spiritual, and artistic experience between the person doing the binding and the willing submissive.
Using the lighting in the room for dramatic effect, the Kinbaku master created a stunning bondage display. With the submissive suspended, she leaned back and offered her mouth and throat for her Dom’s pleasure. He and his Irish goddess sat there, transfixed, hands clasped, and awestruck as the masterful Dom orally fucked her-slowly at first until ending in a mesmerizing finish that made Alex a bit uncomfortable.
Afterward, as the silent audience drifted away, they were among the last to leave when Meghan looked back and paused. He turned to see what had her attention. Unbound after the scene, the submissive sat on her knees with rope marks visible all over her naked body. The woman’s serenity struck him as familiar, and then the Dom leaned down and gently kissed her on the lips.
He felt his wife’s sigh before she clutched his arm firmer and continued walking. Meghan’s surrender to the bondage games they enjoyed intrigued him. Reluctant and fearful in the beginning, they’d experimented with different restraints and when and how to use them until she found the serenity he’d just seen on the submissive’s face. Such absolute trust was a rare and humbling thing.
Next up was a raunchy but well-played scene.
About a dozen people spread in a semi-circle around a slightly elevated performance stage. The dim lighting of the rooms allowed the audience to remain in the shadows. A single bright light lit up the scene and revealed a woman bound to a padded bench. She was naked, of course, and on her knees, bent over a thickly cushioned ledge in a way that arched her back and put her shaved pussy on display. Wide leather straps fastened her thighs to the bench. Her hands bound and stretched out in front of her were attached to an anchor on the floor.
Alex knew immediately what was about to take place. He moved behind his wife, wrapped an arm around her waist, and pulled her back until she was in full contact with his body. Whispering close to her ear, he told her, “If it gets to be too much, tell me.”
She turned her head and sought his eyes. He was hidden in the tumble of her curls. “I’ve never seen someone come right in front of me before.”
He grunted and saw the smoke in her eyes. Watching the rope master orgasm with his cock plunged deep into his bound submissive’s throat had been shocking-no doubt about it.
“Well, baby, this is going to get real and fast.” He’d already seen something she hadn’t and knew his lady was in for quite a scene. “Look at the table next to her,” he whispered. “See the lube?”
She looked, paused, and gasped. He wished the room wasn’t so dark so he could see more of her face. Was the gasp from excitement or fear?
“If anal penetration isn’t okay, say so now, and I’ll maneuver us out of here before it gets that far.”
“I’m okay,” she assured him. “Just don’t let go, okay?”
She was kidding, right? He’d already had to glare down several men who made the mistake of sizing his wife up right in front of him. Anyone touching her was leaving the building in a body bag.
“I’ve got you. Enjoy the show.” He kissed the shell of her ear, felt her shudder, and laughed. “If you’re a good girl, maybe there’ll be a pop quiz later to see what you’ve learned.”
Her hands went on top of his where he held her tight. And then the scene got underway.
The Dom appeared, already naked, and marched right up to his bound sub. He caressed her ass then hauled off and swatted her several times. The sound of his low chuckle when he reached between his sub’s bound legs and toyed with her pussy made Meghan breathe heavily. Then he withdrew his fingers, lifted them to his mouth, and sucked her juices off.
When the sub whimpered and shook after more spanking, he left her and went to the table returning with a piece of equipment that intrigued Alex. Watching with avid interest; he took note of how the Dom strapped a plug-in wand vibrator to the sub’s thigh and positioned it just so.
When he switched the device on, and a low hum filled the air, Meghan shifted and leaned against him. The sub moaned, and her Dom laughed. He left her there, pussy on display, the strong vibrator directed at her clit. He walked around her several times, stroking his cock and speaking quietly, telling her what he planned for her ass. That was the moment when his wife almost lost it.
What played out after was a spectacular ass-fucking tour de force. Using the wand to arouse his sub, the Dom played with her ass, dribbling lubricant in the crack and pushing it into her hole with his fingers. Once she was ready, he liberally applied the lube to his cock and administered a thundering, grunting anal fuck. The sub cried, screamed, and came several times. Finally, the Dom took away the Hitachi vibrator, laid down a brutal spanking, and finished with absolutely no regard for the desires of his submissive. It was pure domination. His pleasure-her submission.
After the talented Dom came in her ass and pulled out, they both heard the sub mewl, “Thank you, Master.”
Meghan grabbed his hand and pulled him from the intense scene. He took control and led her down a hallway to an empty room. It wasn’t exactly private, but it was off the beaten path.
“Are you okay?” he asked. Tucking hair behind her ear, Alex put a finger under her chin and made her look at him. “Talk to me.”
She was frantically chewing her lips. A deep rosy blush made her pale, creamy skin glow. Her face was a mask of contradictions. She looked both aroused and scared. Wide-eyed and panting slightly, she grabbed onto his lapels and pulled him close.
He found it amusing that she searched for what to say, so he helped her out. “Baby, I have no intention of taking your ass, so relax. Not my idea of a good time.”
She didn’t let go of his lapels, but she did back down a little.
Running his fingers tenderly down her cheek, he leered and gave her one of his copyrighted smirks. “Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t very much like your ass. In its gorgeous, naked glory. Especially with a pretty Irish green crystal plug and that tattoo marking it as mine staring me in the face.”
His wife’s naughty grin stopped the lip chewing. “What is that thing called?”
He knew what she meant and chuckled. “It’s called a Hitachi, and it’s the king of vibrators. Not for the faint-hearted. Delivers quite a kick and I’m told it’s virtually impossible not to come once it gets going.” His poor lapels. She was crushing them with her nervous fidgets. He asked, “Do you want one?”
Her eyes swung to his. She bit her lip one last time and nodded.
“Consider it done.”