Chapter 36 Five #2
“Hot,” he said, raising a steaming spoonful. “Blow on it first. Don’t burn your tongue.”
She smiled. “You’re very… I guess it becomes a habit, watching out for a sub’s well- being?”
He nodded. “It also becomes a habit to expect everyone to jump to obey a command. When I first graduated, I had a hard time keeping secretaries. Looking back, I don’t blame them for quitting.
Not every woman is a natural sub, and if your boss isn’t going to rock your world with flaming orgasms, I’d imagined it’s not a lot of fun being ordered around. ”
She blew and then took a bite. “Oh, my God. That’s amazing.”
He grinned. “Here,” he said, giving her his bowl. “There’s plenty.” He poured another bowl and heated it. She sat at the table.
“Have you relaxed your dominant tendencies outside the club now? With your secretaries?”
“No, now I just fuck them on my desk to keep them happy.”
Her jaw dropped.
“That was a joke. I do not have sex with anyone who works for me. If I want to play out that fantasy, there’s a scene room for it here. Which is nice. No risk of sexual harassment lawsuits or of screwing up the work dynamic.”
“You mentioned that if people want to drink, they go to a bar. Do club members socialize together outside the club?”
“Not everyone, but yeah, some of us do.”
“So people are friends? That’s really cool. I think Kate and I will be good friends outside the club.”
“Then we’ll probably go to the bar together sometime. Rory’s family hails from Ireland and Scotland originally. He definitely likes to get his drink on.”
We ate our stew while he explained more club rules and conventions. I did have one glass of wine and told him about my classes.
“All right, that’s cozy enough,” he said. “Time to tour the club.”
Again, the Marquis Club wasn’t exactly what Emma expected.
The “rooms” were separated by temporary walls that had obviously been custom made.
They had loops so that different fabric or temporary murals could be hung.
Each room had three walls, but the fourth was missing so that spectators could watch what happened inside.
There were tall decorative wooden screens that directed traffic through the labyrinth and provided staging areas where there were racks of costumes and rolling cabinets filled with sex toys, lubes, condoms, and bondage devices.
“We call this Shakespeare’s Row,” he said with a smile as she leaned into a room that looked like it could’ve been Casanova’s boudoir.
“When the club was first conceived, someone realized that we might want rooms that were easily changeable to fit any fantasy. Yale has a great drama department and plenty of artists. One of the members used to be married to a playwright, and he suggested getting foam posters that had silkscreen or hand-painted images on them. These temporary murals can be hung for a scene, and then after can be taken down, rolled, and stored when not in use. There are only a few rooms that are fixed. The medical room,” he said, pointing to one that looked like a gynecologist’s exam room, except that the stirrups and table were fitted with restraints.
“Playing doctor, a classic sex game,” he said with a smirk. “And the pirate ship.”
He drew her closer to a room whose temporary walls were made of varnished wood. Portholes were cut into the wall nearest the aisle. Inside, the room looked very much like the way a ship’s cabin might. “Ever dreamt of being captured by wicked pirates?”
“No, but I might now,” she said with a grin. She spotted a treasure chest in the corner. “I think Kate mentioned that treasure chest.”
They passed a room that was staged to look like an executive’s office, another like a classroom, another like a psychiatrist’s.
Shay casually pointed areas out. “If there’s a scenario where it would be especially wrong to take sexual advantage of a vulnerable girl or woman, so that no decent guy would ever do it in the real world, some member stages a room so we can pretend to do it here.”
Emma stopped in front of a space that looked like the bedroom of a posh apartment. A large bed, its headboard made of metal rods painted a pearly white, stood in the center, flanked by mahogany nightstands with marble tops and crystal lamps. “What’s this?”
“This one…” he said with a slow smile, “a pair of subs came up with. The subs called it the ‘To Catch a Thief’ set. It’s a home-invasion scene room.”
Her jaw dropped.
He nodded. “D, the Dom who founded the club, says that rape fantasies are incredibly common among women.”
“But we don’t really want that,” she said too quickly.
He studied her face. “Well, it seems like you subs don’t, but then again you do. Really being raped would be traumatic and awful, but here in the club,” he said, shrugging his brows. “Have you had that fantasy?”
“What’s this way?” Emma asked as she turned and started to walk off.
A vise grip on her arm stopped her.
“Look at me,” he commanded in a low voice.
She shivered as she turned toward him.
“How often have you had that fantasy?”
“A few times, but it’s not good. I don’t want that.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. Between her legs, her juices gathered. She wanted him all over again and leaned into him.
“That will be one of your first scenes, and it will be good because we’ll make it good.
You’re going to think about who he is. Is he on the run from the law and needs a place to stay?
Does the random house he’s chosen have a beautiful girl whose parents are away?
Does he tie her up and use her? Or is she older, just divorced from a husband who never thought she was as beautiful as this guy does?
Are you on vacation when a cat burglar breaks in?
You wake up, so he has to tie you to the bed, and when you’re helpless, he fucks you?
” His low voice, like warm honey on toast, tantalized her to the core.
“Yes,” she murmured.
“Which?”
“Any.”
He nodded, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip. “Don’t try to hide the things that turn you on. I expect you to open up to me about those desires.”
“I’ll try. It’s just that denying those kinds of inappropriate fantasies is a habit.”
“Fantasies are not inappropriate. They’re fantasies, and this is the place to explore them safely.” Glancing around, he said, “Shakespeare’s Row is deserted, which means there’s a crowd somewhere.”
They rounded a corner, and she saw a glass wall. Glancing up she realized it rose all the way to the roof.
“That’s the courtyard. We do some scenes outside, but we use that area more as a lounge. There are flowering trees and plants and a reflection pool.”
Her eyes widened. Stunning. “There’s a little bit of heaven here.”
“And more than a bit of hell,” he said with a smirk.
She hesitated when they came to Dungeon Row.
The scene in the first room was so raw. A woman, who had to have been a size twenty-two or twenty-four, was tied in an elaborate harness contraption hanging from the ceiling.
There were ropes binding her naked breasts and sex.
A ball-gag in her mouth made it impossible for her to scream.
A man beat her bottom methodically with a cane.
The violent red streaks could be seen from twenty feet away. Clusters of people watched approvingly.
“Oh, my gosh,” Emma whispered, taking a step back.
Shay’s hand pressed against her low back to keep her from retreating. “We’re walking to the other end.”
“She looks like she’s had enough.”
“Her expression seems to say that, but look at her hand. Can you see that she’s holding something silver?”
“I don’t know,” Emma whispered, shaking her head. It was hard to look.
“She has a small Christmas bell, the kind you’d see on the shoe of an elf.
” He drew her back from the scene so that she could still turn her head and look, but so that he could whisper in her ear.
“If she drops the bell, he’ll stop and ask if she’s had enough.
She might shake her head, and he’ll check to be sure the bindings aren’t too tight and that he hasn’t given too much punishment to one place.
If she nods that she’s had enough, he’ll abandon the cane.
He’ll ask if she needs to be released. If she nods, he’ll untie her.
But if she shakes her head, he’ll fuck her while she’s bound and hanging from the ceiling because that’s what they both like. ”
Emma cast a furtive glance. Did the woman look like she was enjoying herself?
No, she looked like she was struggling to cope with the pain.
Emma studied the woman’s exposed pussy, which was shaved bare.
There was a piercing, and the labia were swollen and red where they’d taken punishment, too, but they glistened.
In her ear, Shay’s voice was smooth and calm, such a strange counterpoint to the slap of the cane.
“Doug and Coral have been married for about twenty years. They live in Wyoming and every three months, they come and spend the weekend in town and use the club. They like when Nikki’s here.
They’ve done a few scenes with her and like watching any role-playing scenes she’s in.
They like watching D, the club’s founder, too.
They enjoy being here among like-minded people.
“A few of the guys have been out west to their ranch. They’ve got five cheerful kids who like to play practical jokes.
Doug and Coral are multimillionaires and very quiet people, but there is no knot Doug can’t tie, and Coral is an expert on harnesses.
The club never buys new equipment without consulting them first. Understand?
This is a haven for them. A place where they can let go and indulge in dark fantasies. ”
Shay kept a hand on her back and moved her forward.
The next scene was easier to watch. A beautiful Asian girl was tied in elaborate knots.
Rope fanned out from the knots like she was caught in a spider web, her hands trapped and bound, her feet and legs drawn back.
Her chest arched toward the ceiling. Her breasts were bare and tipped with tight nipples, and her sex was exposed and glistening.
She looked aroused and beautiful, like something from a magazine.
Master J slapped her breasts with a small crop, and she arched, struggling upward.
When he moved close to her head, she turned it and opened her mouth.
He eased his cock in, stroking her face and then tightening his grip on her hair, thrusting slowly into her mouth while he teased between her pussy lips with the tip of the crop.
Eyes closed, jaw working, she was helpless to do anything but service him.
Another throng of people watched, including a girl who’d been bent forward to clutch a pole, her skirt raised and panties eased down to expose her.
Her master held a chain hooked to her collar, pulling it to keep her arched, chest and ass out, while he fucked her from behind.
His cock slid partway into view before it disappeared again inside his slave’s pussy. It was incredibly hot.
The husky whisper in Emma’s ear startled her. “You like this.”
“Maybe,” she said, her voice barely audible.
“It wasn’t a question.” He bit her earlobe, making her suck in a breath. “I like watching you fall under the spell as you watch. I could slide my hand between your legs and stroke your clit while Master J fucks that sub’s mouth. But it’ll be better when you’re the one who’s trapped.”
Her sex throbbed, and her mouth went dry. Was he right? Would it be better when she was twisted and bound and exposed? She swallowed. Yes. At least her body thought so.
He moved her down the row, past a couple of empty scene rooms. A large crowd watched a final scene. A large man with a buzz cut stood next to a bound naked woman on a giant X-shaped cross. Emma thought she’d read that it was called a St. Andrew’s cross.
A belt dangled from the master’s hand. The sub’s ass and legs were bright red and shaking. He spoke harshly as she sobbed. When he pushed back her long hair, Emma recognized the crying girl’s face.
“Oh no! Stop!” Emma tried to rush forward to intervene.
Her piercing scream had caused every head to snap in her direction. They stared at her as Shay jerked her back into place and covered her mouth with his hand.
“Stand still,” he growled.
Emma froze.
The spectators’ startled, disapproving expressions made Emma want to shrink. On the cross, Kate’s eyes were closed, her face grimacing, but her head tilted in their direction and her lids rose to see the cause of the commotion.
The Dom wielding the belt looked straight at Emma, and his expression was furious.