7. Sex Club Heaven
SEX CLUB HEAVEN
Gavin is definitely going to fucking kill me. I mean, we did this shit on far too many occasions as kids, our mom got called to the school at least five times for us swapping places and our teachers being none the wiser until one of us slipped up.
I don’t know why I did it. Why didn’t I say, “oh sorry, the man you’re looking for is my twin brother who’s so like me but also completely different from me in so many ways?”
I considered coming clean so many times, and then this pretty woman handed me that damn list and, like the bastard I am, I lost the ability to think coherently. I want this woman who’s half my size, figuring out what she likes to use me as her little boy toy to see if she likes being in charge.
She fit the bill with her looks, but the list?
The list is going to fucking kill me. If I hadn’t seen so many overlapping interests, maybe I would have come clean.
If she was only looking for someone to top her, Gavin would be the guy for her.
But sweet little doctorate in fine arts, Kate, wants to try so many things that also align with what I want.
I’m a greedy little fuck, but at least I’ll make this good for her.
That’s the only reason I can have this on my conscience. Kate doesn’t seem like the type that wants a man to be completely submissive. She’s testing out her kinky little wings, and for whatever reason, I’m deluded enough to think I can give her that.
And maybe, maybe a small piece of me that shares everything with Gavin wants my own taste of Kate. We share pretty much everything our entire lives, and maybe the spoiled part of me wants to prove that I can be the other half of the coin she needs.
I do briefly remember my brother coming home a few months ago, telling me he christened our new office. Maybe the ten point score she gave spanking was for Gavin, and that makes me want to be on my best behavior.
Her hand is in mine as we work our way through the open space of Avalon.
This room is for the voyeurs and exhibitionists.
There’s a stage to the left where demonstrations are held from time to time.
Her eyes are wide, not with shock, just taking everything in.
I keep a slower pace to make up for her short legs and high heels.
There are more rooms in Avalon, private ones you can rent with specific kinks in mind, along with smaller rooms for groups and intimate get togethers.
Once we reach the hostess stand to be directed to a specific room, I go to speak, and Kate puts a hand on my chest.
“We’d like a private room, please,” Kate says, and the hostess smiles at her.
“Of course, we have three rooms available. Two are standard private suites, and then we have the spanking bench.”
“One of the private suites would be great.”
“You can head down to room four. Mr. B Carlson and…” she asks and I wince.
Is she going to notice the fact that they have to use my first initial because there are multiple Carlson’s who come to Avalon?
“Morley,” Kate says easily, and the hostess nods her head.
“Enjoy,” the hostess says, marking the room as in use as Kate now leads me down the hall, looking at the numbers as we walk down the corridor, finding number four.
She opens the door and an anticipatory quiet takes over. There’s no soft music or the cover of other people talking when we’re in this private room and I wonder if it’s going to spook her, or if she’ll thrive in the new environment.
The private rooms are simple, a bed at the center, that isn’t a mattress, it’s made of the same material gymnasts and wrestlers use for hygiene, but it’s covered with luxe, black sheets.
The lighting in the space is dim, only present in the crown molding of the ceiling.
There’s one long table. The top of it has condoms, lube, and a few other small items. There’s a mini fridge beneath that houses water bottles.
Across the way there’s a simple bathroom, decorated in black and gold.
The feel is similar to a high end hotel, just like the front of Avalon is. Simple, but it works.
I give her space to figure out what she wants, not rushing her.
She takes in the room. I’m sure she’s seen all of Avalon before, except empty, during her new membership tour. She’s contemplating her next move as she glances over at me.
Is she going to change her mind? Or is she going to impress me and put her nerves aside and tell me what she wants? Either way, I’ll be happy to oblige.
“Take off your suit and sit at the edge of the bed,” she says with more sternness in her tone than I expected. It has my cock stirring, and a need to please rising in my chest.
She watches me as I slowly unbutton my dress shirt, sliding my arms out, and placing it on the nearby table.
Her gaze is analytical, while still being fully present.
She swallows as I undo my belt. A small sigh slips from her lips at the sound of me unzipping my pants and letting them fall to the floor.
I semi-fold them and place them next to my shirt; the only piece of clothing on my body is my underwear.
She clears her throat. “Those too,” she says.
The corner of my lip turns up as I grab the waistband of my boxer briefs, my cock springing free as the material drops down to my ankles. I grab it and place it with my clothes before sitting on the bed as directed.
I don’t touch myself, no matter how badly I want to. She’s in charge tonight, and now is certainly not the time to push boundaries unless she wants me to.
Maybe another time.
Her gaze eats me up and I savor every single moment of her admiring my body. She doesn’t approach me, instead she leans her ass against the table at the end of the bed and watches. She’s still fully clothed in her sexy red dress, and white heels, while I sit here, completely at her disposal.
“Your body. It’s a bit of a work of art,” she says.
I tilt my head at her as she really looks at me, even more analytical than before.
“Almost like a Jacques-Louis David painting.” Her eyes are tender and I try to remember that name to make sure he’s not famous for painting wild shit or men with small penises, even though I know there’s no way she means that, right?
“It’s a good thing,” she says with a lopsided grin.
“You know, my only regret from that one night was that I didn’t get to see you when you got to see me. ”
I swallow thickly, guilt shimmying its way through my rib cage.
“Can you…can you touch yourself?” she asks, and my lips part as I swallow back a moan, doing what she says, gripping the base of my cock, and stroking slowly.
She watches me like she wants to savor the moment. I can’t remember the last time a woman wanted me to touch myself while she just watched fully dressed. I want to see her undress; I want to touch her, but if all she wants tonight is a show, that’s okay, too.
“Slower,” she says softly, and I do just that.
I rub my thumb over the tip, swiping the pre-cum down my length, slightly twisting my wrist with each stroke.
She nibbles on her lip, like she’s contemplating what she wants to do with me, and the sensation has me wanting to come all over my stomach right now.
But good things always come to those who wait.
Her heels click against the floor as she stands between my legs. My hands automatically go to her hips and she clicks her tongue.
“I didn’t tell you to stop,” she says, her voice raspy and gentle.
“My mistake,” I say, placing my hand on my cock.
“You like me telling you what to do?” she asks.
I can only imagine what her night with Gavin was like, surely nothing like this.
“I like a lot of things. A strong, sexy woman having her way with me is damn near the top of the list.”
“And what’s at the top?” she asks, her finger sliding tenderly across my collarbone. A near whimper escapes me and her bright blue eyes are burning with desire.
Fuck. So fucking fucked.
“A gentleman doesn’t tell all his secrets right away.”
She smirks. “I suppose not.” She turns around, giving me her back, as she grabs her dark hair, placing it over one shoulder. Her ass is pert in her dress and every part of me wants to grab and knead the perky globes. “Help me with my dress.”
I abandon my cock as I grab the small zipper, slowly pulling down, my knuckles dragging against the smooth, warm skin of her back.
Her underwear matches, the same color as her dress as she pushes the shoulders off to each side and it slips to the floor. Kate steps out of the material, grabbing the dress off the floor and placing her clothes with mine.
“God, you’re beautiful,” I say, and she blushes, even though she was the one who asked me to jerk off in front of her.
She appraises my body, the bed, the room, like she’s trying to figure out what she wants next.
She takes a few steps, her hand on my sternum as her thumb tenderly rubs my skin, before she looks up at me.
Our height difference is staggering, and it makes the dynamic an even bigger turn on for me. That we both know if I wanted to, I could pick her up and toss her on the bed and have my way with her, but I don’t want to.
I want to please this small woman. I want a 10 next to power dynamics, and I’ll be damned if I don’t get a perfect grade.
“Be good and lie on the bed,” she says, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my pec.
I take a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling, before doing as she asks, my head on the pillow, my naked body on display as she follows suit, cautiously straddling my abdomen.
“Can I touch?” I ask, feeling needy as fuck. Thankfully, she seems to enjoy me this way.
“My hips,” she says, and my hands are automatically there, touching and squeezing the junction where her legs meet her ass. “You like pleasing me?”
I nod, taking a moment to take in her body. How good the deep red looks against her pale skin, and the stark contrast of her dark hair.
“You need to make me come before you, don’t you, beautiful boy?”
A rattled breath slips out of me, and she smiles. How can she be so fucking good at this for her first try? She must be god’s gift to switches, using what she likes when someone else is in charge of me, and I’m eating up every second.
“More than anything,” I say, her eyes hazily shutting before her nails lightly drag against my chest. It’s not hard enough to even leave sexual trails against my skin. But it’s soft enough to have my balls aching, and my dick weeping pathetically.
“Should I ride your face, Ben? Do you think you’ll earn me riding your cock if I come in your mouth first?”
I’ve died and gone to sex club heaven.