Chapter 9
9
A lex moved in closer, his leg against her knee, his chest squarely against her arm. He looked at her now not face-to-face, but in their reflections in the patinaed bar mirror. Despite the distance of his gaze, Leslie felt the burning in his eyes.
“So, why a gin gimlet?” she finally asked.
“Because it’s bright and fresh. Because it’s sneakily strong. Because it’s like you,” Alex answered. “And because I believe you haven’t tried it before and that’s what you’re here to explore… something you haven’t tried before.”
His words both aroused and scared her. Because with Alex here, she knew she’d finally be brave enough to do exactly what he said. And maybe not just watch what she’d never done before, but participate in it.
Alex’s smile in the mirror as he watched her reaction was as tempting as the juiciest of forbidden fruits. He lifted his hand and curled his fingers around the back of her neck, and she immediately remembered how those same fingers had curled around the front of her throat in Montana.
“So, Sunshine, what’s the first thing you want to try tonight?” Alex asked.
Leslie felt a tinge of apprehension in her stomach. It was one thing to be offered something new to try by Alex. She knew she could trust him to bind her wrists in the shackles hanging from the corner before fondling her through her dress. But it was entirely more nerve wracking to ask for what she wanted. Leslie was fine with Alex guessing at her darkest desires and wildest kinks. But to share hers so freely was much harder.
Alex waited. Not impatiently but expectantly. He seemed to wield silence like a weapon, understanding that it only heightened her nerves and her arousal. And it was obvious he anticipated her response because he knew it would arouse him.
This wasn’t just about giving her a safe space to explore her fantasies.
He wanted to share this with her. All this. This sex club. This night. It was this that emboldened Leslie. She pushed away her fears not because she was no longer afraid but because her desire to please Alex was greater than that fear.
“I want—I want to watch. But not a sex show, like I watched at the other club. Nothing practiced. I want to watch something more intimate,” Leslie began, fighting against the restriction in her throat. “More real .”
She was aware of every reaction in Alex’s body: the quickening of his heartbeat, the stuttering of his exhale, the darkening of his eyes as his pupils dilated in the dim reflection across from her.
“Go on.”
“I want to see how others take their pleasure,” she continued. “And I want to get pleasure myself from watching them. From knowing that they want to be watched, that their moans aren’t just because of the physical sensations their partners are giving them, but also because of my eyes on them.”
He said nothing.
“Is that okay?” she asked tentatively, some of her confidence dwindling.
Alex slowly smiled. “This is about exploring your fantasies, Leslie. About teaching you what happens here. And there’s no better way to learn than watching. So yes. It’s absolutely okay.”
She swallowed hard, thinking that she wasn’t the only one going to get an education here.
Alex was going to learn about her and her fantasies tonight, just as much as she was.
And she couldn’t help but wonder what he would do with the information once he had it.
It was already getting difficult for Alex to maintain the promise he’d made to himself before stepping inside the sex club with Leslie: expect nothing.
There were moments where he caught her looking timid, shrinking into herself, especially when she first saw all the naked bodies on display. Those were the easy moments for Alex because it reminded him that Leslie was new to this, not part of this world.
It was the moments when she raised her chin to him, spoke plainly about her desires, and did not flinch from the intensity of his gaze that worried him. It was then that he started to expect not just something, but everything.
Leslie. Her body. The whole fucking world…
Alex made sure not to touch Leslie as they left the bar to move through the sex club. Scattered around the dimly lit floor were individuals, couples, or groups who desired to be watched and those who desired to watch. The murmur of low groans and quiet whimpers of pleasure reminded Alex of past experiences there: his body covered with oil as women’s hands moved over him, his head buried between the legs of a woman who choked on another man’s cock, his own throbbing erection in his twitching palm as a woman opposite him was fucked in the ass by another woman with a strap on. Yet those memories and any pleasure he might have experienced at the time faded in comparison to how he felt being here with Leslie, doing nothing more than watching her and speaking with her.
Leslie stopped on her own accord in front of a woman who was blindfolded against a wall with her arms suspended and tied above her head. Men and women took their turns at her nipples which were red from stranger’s teeth, wet from anonymous tongues. A man sat in a low chair nearby, his face shadowed as he dug his nearly splintering nails into the wooden armrests, his cock jerking against his stomach. When the woman whimpered for more, bucking against her bindings, the man closed his eyes and arched his back.
“Her partner,” Alex said to Leslie. “He won’t touch himself until she comes. But he can’t do anything to help her come, only watch. His release is tied to hers, and both of theirs is tied to the sexual whims of others.”
Alex watched as Leslie’s eyes moved between the man and the woman. The sound of the man’s grinding teeth and the woman’s desperate pleas for more grew louder.
“It’s torture,” Leslie whispered.
But when she turned to look up at him, her pupils were consuming her doe-like eyes. She breathed through parted lips in audible little gasps. And her fingertips played gently at her throat, which was arched so beautifully that Alex had to fight the urge to drag his hot tongue along it.
“It’s a means,” Alex explained. “Her orgasm, when she finally comes, will be the best of her life. And he’ll get to watch it, before experiencing the same himself.”
Leslie hesitated, glancing over her shoulder at the writhing woman.
“Do you think you would like something like that?” Alex asked, moving his lips as close as was possible to her ear without touching her.
At Alex’s question, Leslie turned her head, and Alex pulled back, but not before relishing the scent of her perfume. He couldn’t help imagining Leslie’s small nipples atop her pale white breasts.
Leslie’s beautiful face blushed, and that alluring combination of innocence and wicked arousal sent Alex’s pulse racing. “I think I’d like the blindfold,” she said. “Not knowing when someone was going to touch me. My skin electrified. My ears straining for the slightest sound.”
Alex nodded even as he imagined it: her against the wall, a torn piece of her dress tied at the back of her head to covers her eyes, her tits exposed for all to see. Would Leslie run if she could read his thoughts? Should he run, knowing what he knew about himself… and knowing what he wanted to do to this sweet gorgeous girl?
As she watched him, Leslie held her breath.
“Breathe, baby.”
On his command she exhaled shakily then took a breath.
“That’s very good, Leslie,” he murmured. “You’re doing wonderfully.”
She bit her lip, eyes flashing with excitement, and Alex wasn’t at all surprised at the evidence that she enjoyed his praise.
“You like hearing me praise you, gorgeous girl? If we were together, I wouldn’t stop.”
She turned slightly to face him more directly, a visible sign that she wanted to hear more.
“When we were together, I didn’t do it nearly enough. I needed my mouth on you so badly I didn’t praise your body, your sweet hips, your rosebud nipples.”
“What else would you praise me for?”
“If we were together? Anything. Everything. Your pretty pink pussy. The way your engorged clit would plead for me to suck it. The way you deep-throated my cock.”
A full body shudder ran through Leslie.
“I can praise you riding my cock,” he said huskily. “And I can praise you coming for me when I command it.”
When he paused, she urged him on. “What else?” she said.
He smiled slightly, released his hold on her face and smoothed a hand over her glossy hair. “I don’t want to tip my hand too much, Leslie. Now, do you want to watch them—” he gestured toward the man still getting off to the attention the bound woman was receiving “—until they come?”
Leslie looked back at the woman bucking against her bonds as a man tugged at her nipple with his teeth. “No,” she said. “I—I want to keep moving.”
They kept going and as they got deeper into the crowd, they passed an orgy of bodies, a twisted tangle of cocks in mouths, pussies, and asses. Lips on lips, breasts rubbing against breasts.
The moans in the sex club combined with the effect it had on Leslie’s breathing were making him weak. Walking just behind her, watching as she took in naked body after naked body, Alex longed to place his hand at the small of Leslie’s back but he forced himself not to.
“You said the picture of you tied and wearing a ball gag was all for show. Have you tried any kinks during sex?” Alex asked suddenly, causing Leslie to stumble slightly. When she stopped, he said, sharply, “Keep walking.”
She froze then started walking again.
When she remained silent, he said, “Answer me, Leslie, or we’re leaving.”
He was testing her, observing how she reacted to harsher commands.
With a voice shaking with nerves but also excitement, she said, “Nothing like this,” she said. “But I—I’ve watched porn. And I’ve fantasized, of course.”
“You fantasize while you’re getting off?”
“Yes.”
“About what?” he pressed.
She hesitated as if she was going to stop walking again but then corrected herself.
“I like what I saw back there. Edging.”
“What else?”
“I—I like when a man uses his spit, or his woman’s arousal to get his cock wet.”
Blood rushed to Alex’s cock at hearing her speak so frankly. He wanted to fall at Leslie’s knees, bow down to her before eating her out. He took in a slow breath, aware that there was a reason he was at Leslie’s back and she was walking while he asked her these questions. Their movement was a distraction. Their positioning one in which she couldn’t witness his diminishing self-control.
“Alex, do you ever …”
Her voice trailed off as her head turned to watch two women trailing ice cubes from a champagne bucket down their necks, one mirroring the other’s movements as they both shivered.
“Stop walking,” Alex commanded.