26. Chapter 24
Chapter 24
Evie
B rix opens the passenger door, gently grabs my hands, and helps me out of the car. I grip his hands, holding on for dear life, relying on him to lead me safely to whatever secret place he is taking me.
The red silk scarf covering my eyes allows me to still see the light flickering above us, bright, dark, bright, dark. I’m assuming from a neon sign.
My heart quickens as he pulls my hands to walk, stumbling slightly when my legs begin to shake again, courtesy of the largest butt plug currently residing in my ass.
Babies, babies, babies, I chant in my head as my nerves mix with the pleasure between my legs.
“Follow the sound of my voice and keep ahold of my hand.” He says as I hear the sound of keys jingling and a door open.
The smell of musk, amber, and exotic florals with hints of citrus invades my nose, making my core clench. It’s a scent that is alluring, mouthwatering, and absolutely intoxicating.
I hear the thump of music and bass. Not loud enough to make out the song, but I can tell it’s really loud wherever it’s coming from.
“Ready to have some fun?” He asks as he removes the silk from my eyes.
I blink several times, trying to let my eyes adjust. As my vision clears, I realize the only light illuminating the stairway I'm standing at the top of comes from a red neon sign. It features the silhouette of a person, perfectly capturing the curve of a bare ass, with the words “Go All The Way Down” in bold lettering.
“Are we at the club?” I ask, realizing where we have to be, going off of the descriptions Brix has bragged about relentlessly.
“Welcome to Afterlife, the most exotic, erotic, and exclusive sex club in Florida. Come and make your choice.” He is bubbling with excitement, taking my hand as we descend the cement stairs.
There is a dense fog at the bottom of the stairs with two tables next to one another that look like complete opposites. The neon sign above the tables reads; The Afterlife Choose Wisely. The words shine bright in red, except the word afterlife, that part of the sign is bright white.
The table to my left is covered in red and black satin with pretty masks to match, with little devilish inspired decorative accents. I look over at the hallway to my left. A bright red neon sign with a devil holding an arrow with the word Sinners on it blinks wildly, making the devil look like he is dancing.
I look at Brix smirking, already knowing which way we will go, but I indulge him in his little game and move on to the table to our right which is a stark contrast.
Light blue and white satin dons the table. Once again, matching masks with white feathers, and this time, angelic inspired decorations accent the table. The neon sign down its designated hallway is bright white with an angel wearing a halo, holding a bow and arrow with the word Saints on it. It blinks making it look like the angel is shooting the arrow.
“Well, my little witch, which way are we going to go tonight?” Brix’s eyes search mine.
I don’t give anything away, looking back and forth down both halls before I smirk and move back towards the red and black dark hallway, glowing red.
“I’m feeling absolutely sinful right now.” I say as I move closer to Brix.
He pulls the mask, from my box this morning, out from behind his back, moving behind me as he places the beautiful work of art over my eyes. He ties the red satin ribbons at the back of my head, careful not to pull my hair.
I feel my core clench when I feel Brixon’s fingers lightly brush my neck before he leaves a soft kiss on my shoulder. I’m a little stunned when I turn to look at him and see he is wearing a mat black mask that covers one side of his face completely.
Brixon takes my hand, leading me down the dimly lit hallway that curves around to large double black doors with a sign above it that says Afterlife in gothic red lettering with flames, as its backdrop.
He drops my hand and moves in front of me, opening the large doors, letting out the loud base of the music playing, then stands back to get a good look at the place himself. I know this is the first time he is seeing it finished.
I step beside him and take his hand as my nerves start to flare. Peering into the club, I can’t help but gawk in awe. The entire large space is themed around hell, with a black balcony wrapping around the upper level of the entire room, casting a dramatic shadow over the lively fiery scene below.
Red and black covers every inch of the space, while torches line the black, brick walls lit with what looks like real flames. The few booths close to the bar are covered in the same black leather with red stitching of my lingerie.
The bar itself is done in a glossy black stained wood, decorated with a red river down the center. It’s a beautiful work of art.
There is a glossy black stage with human sized black iron cages hung high from the ceiling on each side with a black metal pole dead center stage. Blood red satin curtains are draped on both sides, giving it a bit of a dungeon meets burlesque feel.
The room goes silent as the song ends.
“Let’s play a game. There are several rooms to choose from to fulfill every fantasy you could possibly have. Choose wisely my love, you have ten minutes before I come and find you. If you haven’t chosen a room by the time I do, I’m going to have to punish you.” Brixon smirks as he glances at his watch.
His amusement grows, biting his lower lip to stifle his laughter, I’m sure because of the look of pure fear on my face, not expecting this.
The beat of, “(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,” by The Beatles, thumps through the speakers, bouncing off the walls, and I can’t help but sing. Damn it! Fucker knew this song would slow me down!
“Wait, where are they? How am I supposed to choose?” I yell over the music as my adrenaline kicks in with the taunt of a game. He knows it makes me mad to have to ruin a song, but I don’t have time.
I stand there gawking at Brix, almost frozen in place, not knowing what to do.
“Look around my little witch, nine minutes.” His smile widens as he moves further away from me, backing into the dark shadows.
His mask hides only one side of his face, but I can still see his pure amusement, before he is gone.
I inhale a calming breath and take in my surroundings, realizing there are halls beneath each neon sign placed above dark arched open doorways in the dome-like room.
There is one with bright red lips with teeth biting their bottom lip. One with a creepy drama mask blinking back and forth from happy to sad.
Definitely not.
I take off towards a darkened archway of the room where I see a neon sign with flames and an arrow pointing down. This looks more like my cup of tea.
“Eight minutes.” His seductive voice booms through speakers in the dark cave like hallway as I enter, making me jerk my head around to see where it’s coming from.
I can’t help but giggle as I spin in a circle. My heart jumps into overdrive, pounding against my chest. I look into each room, quickly moving past each one down the dim lit hall. Each room has a theme that seems to get more and more depraved as I continue my search for the perfect room.
I know he created a specific room just for tonight. What if I picked the wrong hall? Will I enjoy the punishment? I smirk, slowing down a bit.
The intoxicating scent gets thicker as more fog is pushed out from the bottom of the walls. It has to have some sort of aphrodisiac in it with the way the scent has my core tightening again.
I try to ignore the throb between my legs, and the large metal bulb in my ass, as I chant babies over and over.
“Pretty Eyes,” by Bryce Savage, replaces the silence between songs, making me smile, knowing he is trying to be sweet, even in hell.
I move quickly again, scanning each room. When I see nothing that just screams Brix, I move to the next, crossing the hall back and forth, until I come to a room filled with black, red, and orange flower petals. They cover the floor and pepper the red silk sheets on the gothic styled black metal king-sized canopy bed, in the middle of the room.
Mirrors line the walls and ceiling of this room allowing me to see my reflection for the first time since we got in the car, where he covered my eyes with the red silk scarf.
I move closer looking up at the mirrors on the ceiling, watching in awe as the petals on the floor swish as my feet push through them, creating an illusion of fire flames dancing.
“You are down to five minutes my little witch. You are such a good girl finding the room so quickly. My brilliant, beautiful, cunning cock tease. Pick what you like and lay on the bed for me. I’ll be there to reward you soon.”
My eyes dart around the room, looking now at all the other things I missed. There is a bench covered in red leather lined with toys of all shapes, sizes, and variety.
I pick up a long black feather, wondering what this could possibly do, so I put it on the bed, along with several other toys that intrigue me, including a black leather paddle with red stitching that has the words, Make Me, carved out.
I smirk, knowing he had this made especially for me.
I decide to remove my dress and be ready for him in the lingerie he picked out. My pussy throbs with every move I make, waiting, begging to be touched.
My nerves start to make my heart feel like I am running a marathon again as Brixon’s voice starts the countdown from ten. I look up at my reflection in the cluster of mirrors as I lay flat on the bed, noticing just how beautiful the mask that he put on me actually is.
“Five”
There are red and black jewels accentuating one eye, while black lace covers red silk, and the most beautiful sparkly butterfly decorates one side of the mask. The other side is just black lace and red satin. I have never felt more beautiful or more alive than I do in this moment.
My breathing quickens as he says, “One.”
I realize he is in the room. I raise my head up quickly to see one side of his perfect smirk, on the side that is not covered by his mask, as he moves closer to the bed.
“Perfect.” He drawls the word out in a low husky voice that I have come to know so well.
I feel my core start to flutter again when he climbs onto the bed removing his already opened silk shirt and tossing it to the floor. I trail my eyes from his sexy, ocean eyes, that seem darker somehow, down his ink covered defined chest and abs, to his silky black lounge pans with red threading.
I smirk, remembering our conversation earlier at dinner, when he said that he got himself a special outfit as well.
My eyes turn to slits as he sits up on his knees, removing the silky material down his hips, revealing his thick cock, already showing a bead of precum at the tip.
I lick my lips in anticipation of what will happen next, bracing myself for anything. That’s what I signed up for the day I agreed I couldn’t live without him.
I throw my head back as Brix places his hands on my thighs, spreading them wide. My skin tingles from the adrenaline coursing through my veins, making it feel ultra-sensitive, a consequence of being fucking horny all day.
“Relax and breathe my little witch.” Brix orders, making me moan when his fingers hit my sensitive pussy, making my ass clench around the large metal bulb.
He smacks my clit, making my breath hitch at the feeling of pure bliss.
“Fuck!” I yell out as my pussy clenches, then retracts, quivering as the sting subsides.
It only lasts a second but fuck me.
“That’s my perfect little cock tease. Your pussy is dripping, begging for me to fuck her. Pity she is going to have to wait. I have thought of nothing but replacing that perfect red jewel with my cock all day.” His voice is seductive, cool, calm, and collected.
We are in his world now, and I am more than willing to be at his mercy.
I moan loudly as he sticks a toy in my pussy without warning. I grab the sheets above my head at the feel of the intrusion that my cunt more than welcomes.
My hips move on their own, begging for relief. I watch Brix sit up and grab something off the bed.
The next thing I know, not only is my ass vibrating, but so is my pussy. Whatever he chose starts to move on its own, making my ass clench over and over, still with little relief.
“How does it feel to have both of your holes so full? Is it giving you what you need, or do you want more?” he asks as he slips off the bed, grabbing my ankles, pulling me to the edge.
“P please. Brixon. I n need to come.” I barely get the words out. I’m a stuttering mess.
“You are so needy baby.” He smirks as he flips me over quickly, “Stay put.” He orders as he moves out of my eye line.
The toys are still working their magic, but not hitting the right places the right way.
I’m moaning into the silk sheets, frustrated, and twerking my ass in the air, begging for a release, unable to keep still.
Brix lifts my upper body, sliding a slanted red leather cushion under my top half, lifting my hips and allowing me to slump down to the mattress, laying my head on the bed.
I feel leather cuffs go around one ankle, and then the next. The slide and click of metal as it pushes my legs further apart catches my attention as my ass perks up again, once again begging for releif.
Brixon moves the toy in and out of my pussy, letting it fuck me as my hips push my ass up further, begging for friction.
“Yes, yes, please!” I beg him, my craving is not even close to being satisfied.
Brixon leaves the toy in place once again making me groan in frustration when I start to climb the high and he stops. He moves to the other side of the bed, pulling down leather cuffs attached to chains being held up by the top of the canopy style bed frame.
I lower my head and hold out my wrists to him, showing him I’m his submissive, to do with what he wants.
For the second time in my life, I am submitting myself fully to another person’s will.
“Such a good girl baby. My girl. Only mine. Forever.” I can hear the pride in his voice, making my body want whatever he can give me.
My thoughts run rampant at what he will do to me tonight as he buckles each strap tightly. The leather bites into my skin, sending little sparks of pleasure to my core.
I like pain. I like getting lost in it. Pain gets me wet every time. So far, he hasn’t hurt me. Yet.
Brix comes back around, placing one hand on my ass, gripping it as he moves the toy in my pussy again, making my ass buck, before removing it completely along with his hand.
I’m breathless, panting at how much need my body has. He rubs my ass before I hear the smack, feeling the sting of what I assume is the paddle I laid out for him.
Then I feel the tickle of a feather light touch go down my spine before it reaches my ass, lightly soothing the sting, and then disappears making me shiver.
I moan as the leather smacks against my ass again before the feather is back, lightly caressing the sting.
I feel the sting of the paddle again, moaning as he brings it down to swat me again and again. The feather not coming back to soothe this time, making my body quake with the need to come.
“Please! Fuck me, Brix!” I yell out! My words muffled as I bury my face into the mattress at the delicious feel of the soft, buttery, leather hitting my skin as my ass bounces higher with each strike, begging to be fucked.
Wanting more.
The sound it makes, the sting it gives, mixed with a hum that goes straight to my pussy, makes my ass clench over and over again without allowing me a sweet release.
Still not enough.
I feel a cool wetness hit my ass and start to slide down before Brixon’s fingers move it around the outer edges of my ass around the metal bulb.
The vibrations stop as he starts to turn the toy clockwise, pulling it out so far and holding it there. He starts to fuck me with the bulb, letting it pop in and out of my ass, feeling my ass stretch with each slow thrust of the toy in and out, in and out.
My breathing picks up again as my hips start to push back. He removes the toy, tossing it up on the bed by my head for me to see its size once again.
I feel the tip of Brixon’s dick at my ass. I hold my breath as he starts to slide in slowly. I feel my legs begin to tremble at the pressure of him stretching me further, but it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would.
“Breathe baby. Relax and breathe through it.” He grunts as he pushes in a little further and stills. I feel the sting of the slap on my ass and let out the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.
“Again.” I moan as I beg him like the fucking dirty whore I am in this moment, only for him. I want him to spank my ass until I can’t fucking sit down.
The loud sound of his hand meeting my ass so abruptly after my words has my pussy clenching. I push my ass back into him, greedily.
The pain is minimal, and I don’t even know that I would call it pain. It’s too dark and feels too good to be categorized as pain.
He stills again when he is balls meet the sensitive flesh of my pussy, barely touching my clit.
My body shakes at the feeling of him so deep in my ass, not able to take much more.
His hips circle before he pulls back to the tip and pushes back in slowly. My body shakes beneath him on the verge of orgasming when he is balls deep again.
He picks up his pace, putting his hand between my legs, beneath his balls still slapping my pussy, as his fingers start to circle my clit. My body tightens as he fucks me harder. I can’t help but push back with each of his thrusts wanting more and more of him until my body feels like I explode inside.
I vision goes black with stars as my body quakes in pure extasy. He fucks my ass like a god damn jackhammer. His moans mix with mine as he stills with a loud, growly moan. My ass clenches his dick so tight I don’t think he can move anymore.
He collapses on my back with his dick still twitching in my ass before I come back down. My body involuntarily jerks, still feeling the waves of pleaser wash over me as his dick continues to twitch.
I’m finally able to catch my breath, sucking in the oxygen my burning lungs crave as my body continues to come back down from the orgasm of all orgasms.
He pulls out, falling over on the bed, and my body comes to life again.
“Oh God!” I moan as I come again, making Brix sit back up and smack my ass, drawing out my pleasure. He takes my breath away again when he positions his dick at my pussy, then slowly enters me.
Fuck, he is hard as fucking stone again.
“What baby, did you think I was done playing with you already?”