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  Delray couldn’t contain his enthusiasm. He witnessed plenty of men and women topless or wearing hardly any clothing. They walked around as if it was normal and he started to feel too dressed up.

  Elijah beckoned Delray to follow him to the bar where they picked up two Coronas.

  “How’s it going boss?” the bartender asked, “You playing tonight?”

  “Nope, not tonight, Seth. Just doing a run through. How’s the crowd?” Elijah questioned.

  “No problems yet. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves,” Seth replied.

  “Good. Thanks for the drink,” Elijah said courteously.

  They sat at the table right of the bar nursing their Coronas and watching the view before them.

  “What was that about?” Delray questioned.

  What did Seth mean by play? The scene before him entranced Delray as a few couples were dancing to a slow melodious song. It was tempting to join in, but he was no dancer.

  “What was what about?” Elijah inquired.

  “Seth asked if you were playing. Why does that matter and what did he mean?” Delray asked.

  “He meant finding someone and enjoying their company. I’m usually all around the club enjoying my time. The consumption of alcohol doesn’t occur when I play. I like to be aware when I’m in play mode,” Elijah explained, “This is technically a BDSM club.”

  Delray thought for a moment. He still didn’t quite understand why it was necessary to use the word play—and what exactly BDSM meant? From what he could see, a majority of the people were half-naked and dancing provocatively. Delray thought that explained Elijah’s silence.

  “BDSM means bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism. There’s an area at the end of the club, which houses the dungeon. In the dungeon there are four rooms. You’ll see what goes on in there. I’ll show you as soon as we’re done with our drinks,” Elijah quickly explained.

  Delray downed his drink because the thought of seeing more enticed him. A dungeon wasn’t what he expected.

  Elijah rose from his seat and led the way as Delray followed. His eyes couldn’t take in everything. The dance floor was an inch higher and contained a pole in the middle. There were lights on all four corners of the actual dance floor casting a variety of colors in a soft way. It seemed more dreamy than wild.

  Men and women were rubbing against one another as they surged with the music.

  “This way,” Elijah directed.

  Delray followed him through the black double curtains hanging at the back of the club. The curtains were thick and heavy as he moved them aside. They walked the short distance down a flight of stairs that landed at a long, narrow hallway. It was just like Elijah stated, there were two doors to the left and two to the right. There were four soft-hued lamps attached to both sides of the walls next to each door.

  It felt eerie but Delray wasn’t deterred.

  “You are welcome to read the plaques on each door and decide if you would like to experiment. If you aren’t interested, then simply go back to the club area and meet me at the bar,” Elijah directed.

  “You aren’t staying?” Delray questioned.

  “I want to make sure things are running smoothly tonight. I won’t be far. Enjoy yourself,” Elijah commanded.

  Delray could swear his whole demeanor changed with that last statement but brushed it away. Besides, he was more than anxious to find out what was behind each door. All alone, he mustered up the nerve to step forward and read the first door to the left, Blood Lust. The first door to the right read, Fling. Those signs spoke for themselves as Delray moved further down the hall.

  Stopping at the second door on the left he read Dream Room, and to the right he read Blind Sight. He wasn’t sure what those rooms were used for. He stood in the middle of the hall contemplating which door he’d like to walk through. Either way, he wasn’t sure what to expect.

  Exhaling slowly, Delray chose to enter the room entitled Blind Sight. It seemed like the least weird choice. He slowly walked through the door and entered the tiny room, about the size of a walk-in closet. It was rectangular with low lighting.

  Across the room stood another door and next to that door etched into the entire wall was a window. In front of the window sat a leather reclining chair with a nightstand situated on the side of it. Upon closer inspection, Delray noticed necessities such as lotion, wipes and various types of sex toys.

  He quickly caught on that this room was for voyeuristic people, men and women who were aroused by watching sexual acts. Delray couldn’t wait to witness the show on the other side of the glass.

  Before looking through, he locked the door and plopped himself on the recliner. He felt awkward but quickly relaxed when he realized no one was watching him. Besides, Elijah did say for him to enjoy his time.

  When he was finally comfortable, Delray’s eyes scanned the room through the glass. In the middle there was a man strapped to a wooden x-shaped cross with his head drooped. His arms were held high above both sides of his head while his feet were splayed out on both sides. He was bare and exposed.

  A woman was standing before him dressed in red and black leather with thigh-high boots that had the pointiest heels he’d ever seen. Her hair cascaded down her back in long black waves. She walked around the man with skillful steps. It was clear to Delray that this woman knew how to intimidate someone.

  In her hand was a whip of some kind. Delray wasn’t sure what it was but it made him jump when she flicked her wrist and it whacked against the man’s nipple making a cracking noise. Delray was immobilized. He hasn’t witnessed anything like it before and his cock stood at attention waiting for the next blow. So, this was what BDSM was.

  His mind repeatedly chanted how wrong it was to watch the abuse but his cock refused to listen. He wondered what it would be like to take the blow of her delicate wrist. She walked away to grab something else and that’s when it hit him.

  “Holy shit,” Delray growled aloud.

  Jolene, the one woman who’d haunted his thoughts for years. He’d recognize that face anywhere.

  Chapter 3

  The glorious moans escaped Trey’s lips and had Jolene aching for release. There was just one problem—she didn’t fuck her submissive. It was a rule and one she’d stuck by for many years. She’d force her subs to use their tongue on her but that was the extent of penetration.

  Trey’s moaning against her pussy would surely bring out an orgasm but she wasn’t done yet. The fun had just begun.

  “Nod your head if you’ve been a bad boy?” Jolene purred. She loved his responses, and the sluggish movement as if she expelled all his energy.

  She watched Trey nod his head to her question before asking, “Would you like to see what I retrieved from my bag? I promise you’ll love it and beg for more.”

  Once again he nodded his head yes. Jolene could see his eyes spark from eagerness. She knew all Trey’s limits. It was on the membership application and Jolene was more than willing to provide what he required. Besides, it wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy it. Just the thought of delivering what they sought was a major turn on.

  Jolene walked the short distance to Trey, leaned in and whispered, “We’re going to play. We’ve done this many times before. Just say the word and I’ll stop. What’s your safe word?”

  “Steel,” Trey voiced with anticipation laced in his tone.

  Jolene could feel the tremor radiating from Trey. Knife play was his favorite and he always requested her just for that. She enjoyed seeing the satisfaction cross his face.

  “Trust me,” Jolene uttered as her hand gripped the rosewood handle of her Damascus steel knife. Its intricate pattern danced along the length of the five-inch blade as it glistened from the faint lighting. Many subs requested what she was capable of providing, yet she’d never broken skin. The excitement and fear of the unknown was their ultimate turn-on.

  Jolene placed the dull edge of the knife sideways against the left side of Trey’s c
heek as she watched him inhale swiftly. She gently stroked the knife down his cheek toward his carotid artery. He shifted in his straps as the cold steel pressed harder on his neck.

  “Mm. You’re looking a bit pale. Would you like me to stop?” Jolene questioned. She had no intention of stopping unless he uttered the safe word.

  “No mistress,” Trey squeaked.

  His arousal was apparent as his member jutted toward Jolene but she couldn’t help but admire the cock ring. Its metal o-shape fitted for his cock and balls, causing a delay in his orgasm.

  “Good boy. Enjoy this treat,” Jolene demanded.

  She held the sharp, smooth blade at a forty-five degree angle and grazed it from the left side of his chest to the right. Her movements were elegant from experience. Her attention was solely on the canvas before her as she moved the blade slowly along his right thigh, taking care not to nip his penis.

  “Suck the hilt,” Jolene demanded as she brought the knife to his mouth.

  She held the blade between her fingers, careful not to slice them before inserting the thick curved handle in his mouth. His mouth enclosed around the handle, sucking as she glided it in and out. Her movements were slow and meticulous.

  She witnessed his cock tighten further, begging for release before removing the handle of her blade from his moist lips. She could feel the quivering of his body as she tortured him causing her pussy to dampen at the sight.

  “Spit,” she commanded, as she placed her palm in front of his mouth. He had salivated on her hand before she enclosed her fingers around his engorged member, spreading his juices along the shaft. She squeezed and released before forming a tight fist. His groans were loud in the silence of the room as her hand slid up and down with skill.

  She removed her hand and quickly snatched the small, semi long and round toy to insert in his ass. Trey loved anal play. It was his weakness. She quickly rubbed the matte black toy with lube before reaching around and inserting it into his anus. She switched the toy to high vibration causing maximum stimulus to his prostate.

  The joy of watching his body convulse with intense pleasure made Jolene reach for his cock and stroke. It didn’t take long for Trey to lose the fight.

  His cock twitched and pulsed before releasing the slimy juices. With a rapid fluid motion, she sliced through the ropes that were binding him to the wood. She couldn’t wait for his mouth to feed on her pussy, suckling it to completion. Watching his lips work the hilt almost had her begging. Almost.

  Jolene stepped back toward the wall to admire her work. His body was beautiful with red marks decorating his creamy skin from the whip while his cock still protruded with arousal.

  “Get on your knees and crawl to me,” Jolene commanded.

  “Yes, Mistress,” Trey replied without hesitation.

  She watched as he dropped to his knees and crawled the short distance to where she stood. His movements were of a cat, steady and graceful.

  Jolene loved how he followed every order without argument, though sometimes she wished her submissive complained. Occasionally she would do everything she could to get one complaint but the prize was always worth it.

  She looked down at Trey and ordered, “Take off my skirt and suck my pussy. Make it feel good.”

  He removed her skirt swiftly before fastening his mouth on her smooth skin. She was prepared for this moment, clean and shaven. His jaw moved as his suckling intensified. Her moans filled the room with every swipe of Trey’s tongue on her clit.

  “Use your fingers,” Jolene instructed.

  He inserted his right middle finger in her pussy as his left thumb and forefinger squeezed her clit. His tongue licked along her labia causing her pussy to clench. It wasn’t what she sought but his tongue was better than nothing.

  She grasped the thick strands of his short hair, forcing his mouth closer. Her body yearned for completion as she ground his face against her pussy.

  “No!” Jolene yelled from the interruption. Her body was on the verge of reaching orgasm when Trey abruptly stopped. She was more than pissed that he disobeyed her order.

  “Get out!” Delray growled at Trey, “Do not come back!”

  “What the fuck?” Jolene screeched, “What are you doing here?”

  She was confused. One minute Trey’s tongue fucking her and then Delray appeared from out of nowhere. Her thoughts led to dragging him to the dream room and having her way with him. He’d better be careful or she’d show him what she was capable of.

  “I need you now. God, that display turned me the fuck on,” Delray gruffly announced.

  For a woman so sure of herself, her whole body quivered from Delray’s gaze. This wasn’t how she wanted to end her night, and now her thirst wasn’t quenched. Her vagina still throbbed from Trey’s onslaught and she wanted so bad to rub it out. Just a few quick massages to the clit would release the pressure.

  The hunger shown in his eyes made her want to show him her dark side, begging for mercy at her hand. She needed to warn him before it was too late. She would have him bound to her table regretting bursting in on her, wishing they never met.

  Jolene wouldn’t consider herself that cruel, but the thoughts tempted her to try her luck.

  “Leave. I won’t ask again,” she declared.

  She secretly hoped he’d say no. This was what she wanted all along but he would go to her willingly even if she had to wait.

  Her gaze landed on Delray for the first time that night. He was dressed impeccably and emitted a touch of cologne that made Jolene’s knees weak, her favorite scent, Giorgio Aqua. Surely he didn’t know that. His hair flowed around his head making Jolene want to tug the long strands.

  “I’m not going anywhere, especially if that fuck nut’s out there,” Delray affirmed.

  Jolene felt the jealousy coming from him in waves. She could definitely use that to her advantage. He won’t know what hit him.

  “You know what. Since you screwed up my climax, you owe me,” she stated.

  All she thought of was his ass face up on the bench as she spanked it. She desired to see her tiny handprints on his cheeks. Baby steps. There’s no way he would volunteer during knife play. For some it was a hard limit, something they weren’t willing to try.

  “Really? I’m listening. What do you have in mind?” he questioned.

  “I assumed you were watching. What do you think I have in mind?” Jolene baited.

  She observed his face as he thought about her question. His gaze darted to the wooden cross Trey was previously strapped to. It would make her night if he agreed but she was unsure of his limits. He must be willing.

  “I refuse to sit back and watch you take pleasure in someone other than me,” Delray stated, “show me what you’ve got.”

  Just the statement she was looking for. The power to dominate Delray rushed to her head. For a moment she hesitated, doubtful if he was serious. Before he could change his mind, Jolene guided him the short distance to the cross. She wasn’t certain if he would follow her or flee.

  There was no turning back, not this time. She’d waited too long to feel him at her mercy, if only for a short while.

  “Are there any hard limits you’d like to discuss?” Jolene questioned.

  “Hard limits?” Delray asked confused.

  “Things you aren’t willing to try at all. Soft limits are things you’d like to try out of curiosity but feel uneasy about,” Jolene informed.

  “I’m not sure. I haven’t been in this situation before,” Delray stated.

  “I’ll be gentle. Let me know if it’s too much for you,” Jolene requested.

  “Okay,” Delray affirmed.

  “I’ll stop with a safe word. What word would you like to use?” Jolene asked.

  “How about cherries?” Delray asked.

  “Whatever word you’d like to use is fine with me. Don’t say stop and expect me to stop,” Jolene warned, “Just out of curiosity, why cherries?”

  “They’re my favorite fruit, an indulg
ence of mine,” Delray informed.

  “I learn something new every day,” Jolene chuckled.

  He nodded his head as he rubbed his palm along the dark mahogany wood of the cross.

  Jolene beckoned for him to strip, face forward and rest his back against the wood. She slowly but expertly positioned the strap over his wrists and ankles snugly. She then snaked her forefinger across his cheek and ended on his lip. His luscious lips opened allowing her long digit entrance. He suckled and licked as she cupped his balls with her free hand, expending a moan around her finger.

  “Yes baby. Just like that. I want to feel how much you need me,” Jolene bit out.

  She palmed his balls and watched his eyes roll back into his head. Her thoughts led to his cock pounding into her pussy. Too bad she didn’t allow a good fucking. Maybe she could make an exception. This was a one-time opportunity and one she wasn’t willing to let slide from her fingertips.

  Chapter 4

  Delray was burning up in the presence of Jolene. Every little move caused his cock to broaden further as if that were possible. Yes, he witnessed what she was capable of doing, yet his cock ran the show. He desperately craved her but was he willing to lose control just because he didn’t want her to fuck some poor shmuck?

  Her finger tasted salty sweet. How odd that he didn’t want her to remove it from his mouth? His moans vibrated around her finger as she cupped his balls. Her touch was sure to kill him.

  “Don’t stop,” Delray begged around her fingers.

  He felt pathetic, but he was so close to popping a load that he didn’t care. He wasn’t sure when he was last with a woman. Every time he thought of dating, Jolene’s face would cross his mind. Now that she was in his grasp, he wasn’t sure how to proceed.

  His body shook with excitement. She terrified and intrigued him all at once.

  “Don’t forget your safe word,” Jolene said and smiled wickedly.