12
NICO
Me: Hi Sonja. Can I reserve a room for this evening?
Sonja: Hey handsome. Of course you can. Your favorite?
Me: You know it.
Sonja: Will you be requiring someone special?
Me: Actually, will Florencia be in tonight?
Sonja: She is. I’ll let her know. She’ll be very excited. She talks about you often.
Me: Great. Can you remind her of my no talking rule when we’re in the room?
Sonja: You got it.
Me: Thank you. See you tonight.
I walk down the long corridor and step up to my favorite room. Number 13. My lucky number. Sliding my gold key into the lock, I push the door open and find it prepared just as it should be.
Bed with satin sheets, cuffs attached to the headboard, jumping bat whip and anal plugs. All varying sizes and material laid out for me and ready to use for tonight’s play. I step further into the room and run my hand over everything. Soft, cool, smooth, hard. All of my favorite things.
The light is dim but that only adds to the experience, and it guarantees that my face can stay hidden.
I’m not worried about members telling the media about me, because they’d be exposing themselves and no one wants that.
But it’s the extra layer of anonymity during playtime that gives me a little more comfort. Especially in this room.
A wall of windows sit across from where the bed and bench are placed, allowing voyeurs to peek inside our world. They’re one way, so we can’t see who is watching us, but we can definitely feel the eyes on our every move.
I like being the center of attention, be it on the field or in this room. Watching is pleasurable as I’ve done it a time or two, but being the object of desire is a hunger only satiated by admiration.
Back in college I shared my secret with one friend, Soba, and convinced him to join me.
I was new to it myself, but the longing to be a part of something like this was always there.
I loved watching wild girls go at it on crazy nights at parties.
It progressed into orgies and couples watching each other.
And once I moved to Houston, I knew I’d need to keep feeding the beast that I woke.
I eased Soba into it, showing him the tamer side of the club, before pushing him further and further. As many times as I asked him, he would never join. But boy did he watch. It was almost as if he were taking notes, studying all the moves like a good student.
I walk over to the door in the corner and open it up. Empty hangers sway on the rod and a mask sits on a hook against the door. I won’t be needing that, but I strip down to my boxer briefs and hang my clothing on the hangers, shutting the door and stepping over to the bench.
My fingers dance along top of it and thrill courses through my veins. Images of what I plan to do tonight swirl in my head and in my stomach. The high I get when inside one of these rooms is inexplicable. Only those who crave more than the mundane can understand.
I remember something and rush over to the closet, retrieving my phone from the pocket of my jeans. I usually like a little soundtrack to go along with the moans and screams of my night. Last time was unusual. I had plenty of noise occupying my mind, so music wasn’t necessary.
I open my bluetooth connection and click on the room number. A high pitched beep sounds and I know it’s synched up. I scroll through my playlists to find something that will fit the evening. A particular one makes me smile and I know it’s just what I need.
I tap the playlist and Skinflowers by The Young Gods blares from the overhead speakers. I click the button on the side of the phone to lower the volume just as the door opens. I toss my phone on the bed and eye the woman who stands in the doorway, waiting for me to invite her in.
Florencia is tall and slender with long red hair down to her waist, most of it fake I presume. She speaks with a thick Italian accent –also presumed fake– but that doesn’t matter. All I need from her tonight is her permission. And by the way she smiles, I’d say I have it.
I lick my lips eyeing her up and down, knowing what lies beneath that short black robe but still wanting to take my time in unwrapping my delectable treat.
“Come in, Florencia.” I curl my finger at her, beckoning her inside our lair for the evening.
Her red heels –a requirement of all the ladies who “work” for Lascivious– click against the shiny black tiles and she shuts and locks the door behind her. She walks towards me until I hold up my hand, silently telling her to stop.
I circle her, inspecting every line of her body.
Her eyes watch me, looking over her shoulder, as I go.
When I stand in front of her again, I slide my hand under her robe, pushing one shoulder down.
Her bare shoulder sparkles with a hint of glitter and it shines when the light hits just right.
I let my hand fall to cradle her heavy breast and pinch her pink nipple.
She gasps and I see the way her body rolls and shivers.
“Are you wet already, Florencia?” She opens her mouth but quickly closes it, remembering my rule on not speaking. “You may answer.”
With a bite of her lip and a smirk she says, “Why don’t you find out for yourself.”
She tilts side to side, spreading her legs wide, allowing for me to dip my fingers into her slick, bare pussy. Running them along her seam, I feel how she drips for me. With one last swipe, I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. This is the only taste I will have of her tonight.
It’s a silly rule I have, but I never eat any woman out, here or at any other club I’ve patronized.
I’ve done it plenty of times with women I’ve hooked up with, but in the last year I’ve decided it’s too intimate to be shared with anyone but the woman who I claim as mine.
It may seem a little hypocritical because I will let any woman choke down my cock, but it's their right to do so and not mine.
I want the next pussy I eat to lay between the legs of the woman I love.
Or at least like enough to keep around for more than a few weeks.
I pull on the neatly tied bow and her robe falls open, exposing her nude body to me. Her breasts are round and perfect for sliding my dick between. Something I’ve done plenty of times.
“Take off your shoes,” I command and she quickly jumps into action, her robe hanging from her body. “And the robe.”
With her back to me, she slips her feet from her heels and lets the robe fall to the ground. Her apple ass is creamy and smooth with two dimples on her lower back. The dimples of Venus. Whoever decided to name them that was an illicit genius.
She stays frozen in her spot, not moving without my permission.
With measured steps, I walk to her and finger those perfect indents.
If they were deep enough you can bet I’d stick my dick into them.
I’m a fucking deviant and want my dick in every hole it will fit. And that’s just what I’m about to do.
With gentle hands, I guide her around the room until we stand directly in front of the windows. I keep my face slightly down and hidden by the shadows, running from the light and chasing the dark.
“You like when they watch, don’t you?” I ask her and she nods. “Such a little slut.”
I leave her standing there and see the lights above the windows light up, one by one, letting me know that viewers are already tuned in. I grab the jumping bat and return to where she waits.
“Any limitations tonight?” She shakes her head, still not uttering a word. “Good.”
With the flick of my wrist, I smack the small flat paddle against her pale ass. She jolts then sags with release. It’s the reason why she’s my favorite. She longs for the pain, and I crave being the one to give it to her.
Another snap and I leave a matching mark on her other ass cheek. I slide the paddle between her legs and inspect it, her tangy juice coating it. I reach over her head, bringing the paddle in front of her face.
“Lick it.” My eyes zero in on her mouth.
She flattens her tongue and swipes it over the surface, cleaning it like a hungry little kitten. She moans with her eyes closed and I pull it away, throwing it down on the floor.
I leave her standing in the middle of the room while I retrieve a condom. She watches as I roll it over my throbbing head and down my stiff length. I toss a few more packets on the top of the nightstand, making it easier to get to later.
I advance and push on her back until she falls against the windows with a thud. If I was on the other side, I’m sure I’d see her wide eyes and big tits smashed on the cold surface.
I shove my boxer briefs down my legs and fling them off.
My hand fists my hard dick and I slowly tug back and forth, the mushroom begging for release.
Kicking her feet wider, I grip tightly onto her waist with one hand and guide my dick with the other.
It passes easily through her seam and my dick searches for her cunt.
Feeling the heat radiate from her I move slowly at first, just placing the head at her entrance, then roughly slam into her. It steals her breath away and she smacks her hands on the window. Lifting one leg by the crook of her knee, I feel her rise to her tiptoes on the other.
I thrust hard, then pull back with slow measured movements. Her body jolts with each push and pull, and she whines with want. The difference between more and stop is easy to decipher, and I’m an expert.
Her body continues to open for me and I slide in with ease. But I need more. I need to walk the fine line between cruel and just plain rough.
My dick comes free with a plop and I wrap my arm around her waist, spinning away from the windows and tossing her on the bed. She bounces and I watch the way her ass jiggles.
“On all fours,” I growl and she does just that.
Her head hangs between her shoulders and I work to unfasten the cuffs that are anchored to the headboard. She sees what I’m doing and stretches her arm for me to shackle. With precision I cuff one and then the other.
Her wrists are bound to the metal frame, while her chest is pressed flat to the mattress, her ass high in the air and her knees pressing into the satin sheets.
I step back and admire my work, pleased with how she kneels for me, waiting for what I have in store next.
And what I have in store makes my dick twitch.
I take the silver anal plug in my hands, my finger gliding over the dull tip. I touch it to her puckered hole and she flinches.
“You like this. Don’t pretend that you’re scared.”
She relaxes and I begin easing the cold plug into her, a little at a time to get her used to the feel. She’s done this plenty of times with me in the short months I’ve been coming here, but I know it takes a few minutes to fully accept the foreign object.
I twist and push, giving her more each time until it’s seated fully. Her back heaves as she breathes deep and I see a bead of sweat drip down her back. I can almost taste the saltiness on my tongue.
With an inhale and exhale, I crawl my fingers up in the inside of her thigh then slip two fingers into her stretched cunt.
She takes me easily and I finger in and out before inserting a third finger.
She moans with each plunge and pushes back, begging for more and soon, my entire fist is pumping in and out of her.
“Fffuck,” she cries out, but I don’t punish her for speaking.
I’d say the same if someone had their whole goddamn hand shoved inside of me. Let’s not forget the plug that stretches her ass, priming it for me.
The sound of her pussy going slurp slurp is drowned out by the music so that only the two of us can hear. I know the people behind the glass are dying to hear the sweet sounds of crudeness, but I’m too enthralled to stop and give them what they want.
Faster and harder I fist until I feel like I might burst. I rip my hand free and this time her cries are laced with pain. I work the plug from her ass and without hesitation, replace it with my dick.
I can’t contain myself. My fingertips bite into her hips as I slam into her. Her wails turn to moans, and she sounds suspended somewhere between heaven and hell. Both of which I want to take her.
Grunting, I go harder and harder until my cock throbs, needing release. I pull out and jerk it a few times before ripping off the condom and pouring hot ropes of cum all over her back. My head falls back as I spill over her splotchy skin until the last drop lands.
My chest rises and falls with labored breaths and I scoop up the sticky cum with my fingers. Leaning over I bring it to her mouth.
“Open. You’re going to need your strength so drink up, sweetheart.” I shove my fingers in her mouth and she sucks them dry.
I jump up from the bed and move over to the small fridge that is inset into the wall.
I stick my hand into the cold and produce two bottles of water.
Drinking one down in a few gulps, I toss the bottle into a corner.
Cracking the lid on the other, I bring it to my mouth and fill it with the cold liquid.
Florencia sees me and through a flushed face and sweat she smiles, opening her mouth.
I stand above her and let the water flow from my mouth into hers.
This woman is almost perfect. She bends to my every desire, begs me for more, and craves the pain I gift her with. The only problem is…
She isn’t the one I want.