Chapter 5 Vincenzo
VINCENZO
The powerful men on the upper level of the DeLuca X Club, they all know the signs of a perfectly new and needy sub.
Even as they spoke with the women they were with, they were eye fucking Anna and getting on my last nerve.
The men on the lower level will be paying far better attention to their less dressed partners and will not be quite as interested in us.
Better to get her out of this crowd before their interest stirs more questions and draws the attention of those who may be interested in the mystery lady I escort.
I guide Anna through the scattering of tables and into the elevator with a hand to her lower back as we settle into the car and ride to the lower floor.
“There are three floors to DeLuca X Club, which sits underneath the DeLuca Casino and Hotel. The top floor is the actual lounge where we just were, the middle floor one below where we’re going, it’s referred to as an open play area.
You’ll see a little less clothing for some, couples who enjoy petting and having sex while being watched, and you’ll see those who love the act of watching. ”
Anna inhales a soft breath as the elevator doors open and true to my word she sees an array of half-dressed and fully undressed men and women in various states of engagement as we walk across the floor.
The dimness of the club and the low sultry music give the illusion of privacy with the strategically built tucked away corners and play areas with massive draping leaves of potted plants, but to the watching eye and voyeurs it is an open show to be sure.
Every time she sees something different as we make our way through the club, the slight inhale of her breath causes her spine to stiffen against my hand.
There’s something carnal and primitive about exploring this first experience with her and partaking in her initial reactions to each of the encounters.
Something that makes my dick harder than it’s been in a long fucking time.
A man and woman sit at a table, out in the open no doubt intentionally.
She wears a diamond collar and a leash, with a red G-string and pair of heels and nothing more to match.
He strokes her long blonde hair as her face bobs up and down on his dick.
The woman knows what she’s doing, rising up slowly, letting her tongue explore his slit and his head, before taking him in and going down again.
Anna’s breathing hitches, clearly enjoying this little show. I make a mental note because I’ve already decided that if Anna wants to learn the pleasures of this life, no one else in the world is going to teach her but me. That’s a fucking non-negotiable whether she knows it yet or not.
I continue walking her around, letting her watch a woman getting taken care of by two men. I run a hand around her nape and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Does that turn you on?”
She’s slow to answer but shakes her head slowly. “I actually thought if I ever saw it that it would, but I like the couples better.”
My angel doesn’t see the curl of my lips, but her answer makes me happy because the thought of sharing her does not please me at all.
I want her for myself, but I’m not the only one in the room with eyes on Anna.
Here, all the dominants know she’s new to our club, sense her freshness, her pureness.
Whether a virgin or not, it’s the allure of showing, teaching, arousing for the very first time, and I myself am not in the slightest immune.
But they’re with partners and in the middle of acts on this floor, so don’t spend much time on mine, not like the open eye inquisition upstairs we just left.
Anna’s so responsive. We pass by a couple who are in the throes of sex.
Anna’s breath intakes sharply as she watches him taking his partner from behind while she’s draped over a white leather couch.
Anna’s eyes light and this time she turns to me and tells me exactly what she likes.
“This,” she says softly. “I dream of that.”
I turn her head back to the couple, encouraging her to watch as each thrust gets harder, more desperate in their race to chase their orgasm, and right before they reach their peak her pulse begins to beat rapidly. I lean down and whisper. “Has someone done that to you?”
“No,” she whispers. “It was never like that. It was like one, two, three and done,” she says flatly.
My jaw tightens. She doesn’t need to know that I know what she went through or at least some of what she went through.
Maybe I’ll never know the entire story, but I do know if Barcelo weren’t already dead, I would put that fucker in the ground.
And if I had known she was alive she would have been by my side the minute she healed.
“You dream of someone taking you from behind, bringing you to that point where you can’t stand it until you explode. ”
She nods. “Yes,” she says on a breath. “All the time. I like the man in charge.”
I smile behind her head, stroking her hair as she watches him slowly bring his partner down from her high, before picking her up to take her to a quiet place for some after care.
“It’s a good thing you like the man in control,” I tell her.
Anna turns to me. “Kinda pegged you for a take charge kinda guy.”
She sasses me, and I not only allow it but find it intriguing. Something that I’ve never had another woman do. This woman is more dangerous than she knows. “Come,” I tell her. “Let’s find a quiet spot of our own.”
Her nipples, hardened by the last couple’s play session, press seductively against the silk of her dress causing my dick to shift against the zipper of my pants.
I take her hand and walk her to a reserved table, set up with a pitcher of water and four glasses, placing the sign face down.
Not sure who reserved this table, but it’s mine now.
I’m not calling attention to myself by sitting at my own table.
“No one will know if we use this table.” It’s true, they won’t say a damn word to a member of the DeLuca family, much less the boss.
If they want to keep their job. Mistress Valentina will ensure that.
I intentionally let Anna sit on the inside of the booth and I slide in next to her on the outside to protect her from prying eyes.
I want to find out her desires but sharing her with a room full of men who would get off on the view is hardly something I intend to do.
Bad enough that the playrooms have cameras.
Security or not, I do not relish anyone seeing Anna but me.
“Are you wearing panties?”
She blushes crimson, noticeable even under the light coming from the lantern on the table. “Yes.”
“Describe them to me. In detail please.”
She inhales a breath. “Silky, lace trimmed, with a little white bow in the front, and a high cut style in the back.”
My dick shifts like a teenage boy just thinking about her underwear. Damn this woman. “Sexy. But if you’re going to spend the night with me, I prefer no panties. Take them off?”
She almost chokes on the glass of water she’s just poured from the pitcher. “Here?”
My expression stays relaxed. “Of course, but only if you desire to do as I’ve asked.”
She looks around, nervous, shy and timid. Those innocent reactions causing my dick to swell. Then she swallows. “Would it be okay if I took them off in private if we found a room?”
I smile, amused at the angel’s mix of innocence and mischief rolled into one.
She not only sasses me but now wants to negotiate my demands.
“No, but your hesitation helps me understand more about you and your boundaries without even discussing them yet. You’re protected from sight by my body, and no one is going to see under the tablecloth. Does that make you feel better?”
“Much…”
I find her answers and actions more pleasing than I should.
Usually, I couldn’t care less about people watching me and my playmates, but with Anna, it’s different.
Sharing has never been a hard limit for me at least visually, especially if the woman finds allowing people to watch pleasurable, but with Anna I’m finding even the notion of sharing in any capacity a hard no.
She slips her hands beneath her gown and lifts up in her seat before sliding her panties over her hips and down her legs. I observe intently, watching her breathing change and her eyes haze with need. “Give them to me?”
The pulse at the base of her neck flutters sensually causing my dick to shift. Her voice is low. “You want my panties?”
“I want your panties very much.”
She hands them to me while her cheeks heat. “Now I want you to walk with me to my reserved playroom with a wet pussy and no panties. Can you do that for me?”