Chapter 6 Anna
ANNA
Mr. D leads me through the club and opens a door that says Private Entrance. Do Not Enter. He smirks. “Rules are made to be broken. Besides, the family who owns this place allows me to come and go as I please. Perks of having good friends in the right places.”
He knows the DeLucas. That should give me pause, but it does nothing of the sort. I want this, need this, and no amount of reality and caution are going to stop me from going with Mr. D.
His hand settles on my lower back, guiding me through the door and down a hallway decorated with the signature red, black and gold theme.
I take in the deep crimson carpet that matches the doors of the playrooms as we pass.
The DeLuca X Club scrolling letters draws my attention at the end of the hall, while the numbers on the doors are a burnished gold, luxurious and somehow deep and dark against the crimson and matte black color of the walls.
We pass multiple rooms, all the same, but then come to some with windows. My eyes widen taking in the primal state of the couples in the two windows we pass. “Wow.”
Mr. D stops walking, pausing in front of a man and woman who are having sex as the female glides in a swing, strapped with her legs apart. “Would you like to watch? Be honest.”
“Not now. Maybe another time though.” Right now, my emotions and mind are on sensory overload, far too much stimulation and things to process for one given night.
Mr. D guides me past a few more doors to a suite at the very end that simply says Reserved.
He swipes a finger over the digital pad, opens the door, and lets me go in first, as he cuts on the light and closes the door behind us with a solid click.
I lay my purse on a chair, before he leads me to the far wall, where a display of implements covers it, with paddles in all shapes and sizes filling two rows. “Have you ever been spanked, Anna?”
“No, not even as a child, but I’ve been beaten. I’d like to say I got in a few life altering blows in retaliation.”
His hand drifts to my nape sending sparks right down the length of my spine, turning me to look at him. “I have no doubt about that, Anna.” He removes his hand from my body, and I miss his touch immediately. He strokes a long flogger. “Do you know what this is?”
I nod. “I’ve seen them on the internet, read about them, but never actually touched one or have been touched by one.”
He takes the one in front of us down. Just the way it looks in his huge hands causes a thrill of desire to snake down the length of my spine. “Run your hands down its length. See how this one feels thick? If done correctly, a flogging with this can feel better than a top end massage.”
My eyes widen, surprised. “Does it hurt?”
“Not if the person wielding it doesn’t want it to hurt. Do you like pain, Anna? Is that what you’re looking for?” he asks, making me nervous as those dark eyes keep me pinned with his stare.
I shake my head. “God no, I mean, is that what you want? I’m so sorry if you thought that’s what I wanted. I didn’t intend to be misleading, but I thought that…”
His hand snakes around me so fast that I don’t know what’s happened until he cradles my neck and has me drawn so close to his body that I can smell the fresh scent of his soap.
“I’m not looking for a pain partner, Anna.
Some women use pain to take their power back.
I needed to know. I like control, in everything, but I will not give you anything that you cannot bear or do not want.
Unless of course you break one of my rules, in which case you’ll get a spanking that you deserve. ”
My mouth gapes. “That hardly seems fair since I have no rules.”
His lips curl. “The rules will be specific to you, and I’ll create them as we go. You can agree or not. How does that sound?”
I nod. “Better, far fairer. I want every chance in the world to keep those paddles away from my ass.”
His deep low gravelly laugh surprises me, maybe because he looks too dangerous to laugh. He puts the flogger back on the wall. “For another day, perhaps.”
My hopes fall. Maybe I said something that caused him to change his mind about playing with me. But his eyes meet mine as though he can read my thoughts. “Settle your mind, Anna. Theirs’s no rush. We do things in my time. I’ll decide when you’re ready.”
I swallow through my nerves, but everything south clenches with anticipation as he leads me to a four-poster queen sized bed with a crimson, gold and black comforter and gold drapes hanging from the top of the bed, down each post and draping to the black marble floor.
But he doesn’t touch me sexually, just a gentle hand on my arm, assessing me with those intense dark eyes that make me burn with desire the longer his eyes meet mine.
“This is your safe space, and there are security precautions in place to protect you. But you need to be aware of them, and of your options, too.” He sits on the side of the bed and draws me to sit next to him.
His thigh grazes mine and I swear it makes my heart jump a beat.
He turns his head upward and gestures to four cameras, one in each corner. “The cameras are for your protection only. If at any time you do not feel comfortable with them or anything that I do, for any reason you will tell me that, in spoken words. Are you familiar with safe words?”
I swallow, half disbelieving that I’ve really allowed a stranger to bring me into the playroom, instead of staying out in the open area.
But this desire, the one that’s been here for years, only explored by searching the internet and reading books is something I’ve always wanted to experience first-hand.
For no one else but me, and this man for whatever reason, makes my blood race with desire and I want to learn with him.
“Yes, but maybe not the ones you’d like me to have.
” I close my eyes. He is probably sorry he brought such a novice into the playroom.
His eyebrow arches. “Red, yellow, green, perhaps those are the ones you’ve read about?”
I nod, my heart racing at my inadequacy. Maybe this was a mistake. But he asked and I will be truthful. “I know just what I’ve read about. Those are the generic ones and that sometimes couples make their own up, too.”
Mr. D assesses me intently. “What would you like your safe word to be for stop immediately? Any word with the exception of stop.”
My eyebrow knits. “Why not stop?”
His lips curl. “If my tongue is on your clit and you’re about ready to come, and you say stop, do you really want me to stop?”
“No,” I whisper on an excited breath. “No, I most certainly would not.”
His eyebrow arches. “Safe word for stop now, what would you like it to be?”
I can get behind this. When I read about needing a safe word for stop a long time ago it seemed silly, like stop means stop, but explained like that, I’m fully invested in finding another one. “Would it be okay if we just used the generic ones? Red, yellow, and green for now?”
He said we weren’t in a hurry, and maybe that means he wants to see me again. Don’t get ahead of yourself, Anna. Once he sees how inexperienced you are in this way, he’ll probably be the one running for the hills to find someone who can play with him on his level.
Mr. D shifts on the bed. “I think that’s perfectly fine, Anna. We should discuss your limits. What you desire, what you would be willing to try in the safety of this room, and what you absolutely do not want to do or try at all.”
My heartbeat speeds, racing as I think about the numerous things I’ve read in books, and seen on the internet but mostly what I saw on the floor. “I like it when the man and woman were together as a couple, instead of the groups of three and more. I definitely liked the man behind.”
He smirks, and my cheeks heat as desire grows between my legs. “I’ve never been in this situation so other than hurting me or restraining me with anything I am willing to try what you suggest. I’ll tell you right away if I’m uncomfortable.”
Mr. D’s eyes soften for a moment, or maybe it’s just my imagination. “Pain and restraints, both hard limits,” he says, without asking for an explanation. “Done.”
His finger trails from next to my eye, down my cheeks and caresses the curve of my lips. “So sensual to look at and soft to touch. I’m going to undress you now. Would you like the cameras on or off? You have a choice.”
My heart begins to race as I contemplate the question. “We’re in a safe place, and I don’t want others to watch us. Can you turn them off?”
He stands and hits a button on the wall that turns the green light of the cameras off before taking my hand and drawing me to him. “Turn around.”
My mouth dries as my blood continues to race. I do as he asks, and his hand moves the length of my hair from my back, draping it across the front of my shoulder. His fingers adeptly draw the long zipper of my dress down the length of my spine sending desire spilling into my core.
He finishes unzipping me in back and then slides the off the shoulder dress down, letting it spill to the floor leaving me completely bare.
“You are more beautiful than I imagined,” he says, stroking a finger along the heated path of my spine, letting a hand settle around each side of my waist, following the indent to the curve of my hips.
“So lovely. Turn around and look at me.” It’s not a question, but a command that heats my core and makes me wet. I like him in control.
I don’t waste time thinking about what he’s asked.
He takes my hand, assisting my balance in the strappy heels as I step out of the dress that lays pooled around us.
His eyes are steady on mine, while his fingers trace the beat of my pulse down the sensitive length of my neck, slowly dipping into my cleavage before his fingers begin stroking both of my breasts, teasing them between fingers, slowly and gently and then more firmly until I’m softly moaning with the pleasure that he brings.
My mouth opens slightly, absorbing the pleasure of his touch.
Not once has anyone touched me like this, slow, unhurried, intended purely for my pleasure and not their own.
“So responsive,” he whispers as he draws a path south with a trailing finger, exploring my navel before moving to the soft fuzzy area of my mound.
He runs his fingers through the well cared for area. “I like this, it’s soft, smooth and…” his finger slides right over that little button, causing my body to jolt, before gathering wetness from my center and doing it again. “We’re going slow tonight, I want to understand what you like.”
My legs tremble slightly. He immediately places his arms beneath my legs and gathers me to his chest before laying me on the bed, positioning me just so.
“We’re not going to use restraints, but I want you to keep your feet on the foot of the bed, positioned exactly as I place them, do you understand?
Even if it makes you nervous, keep your legs open for me. Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now close your eyes, and don’t open them until I ask you to.”
I inhale a deep breath, the vulnerability of my legs and inability to see almost becoming too much. But I am determined to indulge in the entire experience. He moves to the other side of the room, the only sound the soft tread of his shoes meeting the tile floor.
My thoughts go back to the implements and other items that were on the wall on the other side of the room.
A refrigerator, sink, microwave, a large fruit bowl, wine glasses and water glasses made from crystal on the other short wall.
And that large wall of implements that causes my thighs to clench.
My remaining senses are amplified. He starts to return across the floor after a clinking sound. My mouth gapes. He’s actually leaving me spread eagle on the bed while he pours himself a drink.
I sense him standing over me before his fingers stroke the inside of my thigh, sending ripples of anticipation through my core, but stopping long before he reaches the sensitive place that longs for his touch. My breathing comes faster, knowing that soon, he’s going to touch me there.
“The wait will make the pleasure far greater, princessa.”
His other finger strokes down the length of my other thigh. My breathing comes even faster, exposed at the mercy of whatever he wants to do. My eyes almost open, but I scrunch them closed resisting the urge to look although it takes a concentrated effort to do as he asked.
It does not go unnoticed. I am immediately rewarded with the warmth of his tongue and when the warmth and wetness connect with that special little spot I almost scream from the pleasure of it all. How does he know exactly where to touch, like I do when it’s only me at night.
I scrunch my fingertips into the bedding, bunching it up to keep from closing my legs, far too engrossed in how good it feels to think about anything else. Except letting the dark-eyed god do whatever he wants and obeying his commands.
He stops as suddenly as he began, and my entire body, stretched taught with the impending release feels the devastating loss of his touch. My eyes almost fly open when an icy cold sensation replaces the warmth. “What…”
“To cool you down, princessa. I wouldn’t want you to come before it’s time.”