Christian gets out of the car and I do the same. But as he intertwines his hand with mine and we walk toward the club entrance, I can't help but feel nervous and anxious at the same time.
—Are you nervous? —he asks me as we walk inside the club.
—A little, I have no idea what we are going to do. —I answer him as I let myself be led to the upper VIP floor.
There, Christian takes me in his arms and we start dancing under the watchful eyes of everyone. And it doesn't escape my notice that everyone is watching us.
—Everyone is watching us. —I whisper to him.
—Of course they are, you look very beautiful. —he answers before stealing a delicate kiss from me.
—You haven't told me what you're going to do. —Christian brings his face close to my neck and I feel his breath in my ear.
—I'll make you scream with pleasure, I can guarantee that.
—Will we be alone? —Christian separates his face and stares at me.
I don't know why I asked that. It's not like I want anyone else to watch us having sex, much less participate with us.
—Are you blushing? —he asks as I feel my cheeks burn even hotter. —What are you thinking about?
And I don't answer him. The very thought of being watched or having a threesome has turned me on. And it's not the first time. Christian pulls me toward a table in the corner of the VIPs.
—Wait here. —he asks me as he walks away towards the bar.
I watch him from my place order some drinks and then return to where we are. He offers me a glass of champagne and sits down next to me on the cushioned seat.
—Now let's talk honestly and without secrets, okay?
—Yes. —I answer as I take a sip from my glass.
—Good. I brought you here because I have a delicious dessert in mind that I want us to share, but apparently you have other ideas in mind that I'd like you to share with me. Were you thinking about having a threesome?
—Just the thought of someone watching me have sex or joining us makes me excited.
—Do you want to have a threesome? —he asks as he stares at me.
—I don't know. I don't know if I'd like it, I don't know if I'd dare. I don't know if I'll be able to let someone I don't know or someone other than you caress me.
—Do you want to try?
I know my mouth must have dropped open and my eyes must have widened. I drink the whole glass in one gulp. This was not in my plans for tonight. But I don't know why I nod as he smiles slightly.
—Okay. —he says, standing up. —Let's go. — he holds out his hand again and I take it without hesitation.
Christian leads me to the hallway where the rooms are and stops in front of the door with the number 3. I have no idea what is behind it, but I will find out soon enough. Christian opens the door and just like room 5, there is a small hallway with hangers for hanging clothes. And I know what needs to be done. I direct my hands to the zipper of my dress and Christian stops me.
—Don't undress. —he takes off his jacket. —I want to be the one to take off that dress.
And I don't move my hands. I watch him undress and hang his clothes carefully until he is completely naked. He opens a small closet and pulls out a black blindfold.
—I must blindfold you. —he says to me as he holds the blindfold in the air.
I turn around and let him blindfold me. It's been a long time since he's done that. Christian adjusts the blindfold and my world goes completely dark.
—This will make everything so much easier. —he whispers in my ear before he begins to guide me.
I feel the door open and Christian guides me by the shoulders into the room. The first thing I feel is the sweet melody flooding my ears. The volume is loud, so even if I sharpen my senses to feel the presence of the others, I won't make it.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous. I am. Whenever it involves Christian or his club I don't know what to expect. Or if I'm prepared for what he has planned. And as I let myself be led into the room, I have no idea what awaits me. I can make a guess from what we talked about before we came in here. Christian stops his steps.
—Are you nervous? —he whispers in my ear as his lips descend to my neck and make contact with my skin.
—Yes. —I let out a gasp.
—You shouldn't be. We won't do anything new, just what we've already done. But still, if you want me to stop at some point, you just have to ask, understood?
—Yes. —I answer in a trembling voice.
That's not exactly what worries me.
—How many people are in the room? —I ask.
—As many as it takes to satisfy you. Now let's get you undressed, but first, you'll need something else. —he whispers before pulling away from me. —Don't move.
Christian returns to where I am a few seconds later and pushes my hair aside before placing something in my ear and pressed against my face.
—It's an intercom, so you can hear me and I can hear you.
—Okay.
His hands slide down my shoulders and I feel him turn around and begin to leave kisses down my spine as he descends to the zipper of my dress. My whole body reacts to his touch and electric shocks are distributed all over my skin. And then I feel him pull down the zipper of the dress.
—I wasn't expecting this. —he whispers as he continues kissing my bare skin from one shoulder to the other.
—The one you chose, I couldn't wear it with this dress.
His hands, resting on my shoulders, begin to slide the sleeves down and with them the dress down my body until it is snug against my hips, just above my buttocks. His lips descend kissing my skin all the way down my spine. His kisses make moans escape my lips and my whole body shudders with pure pleasure.
—Now let's see what you have underneath.
His fingers slip inside the dress, but separate without touching the underwear. And I feel the dress slowly begin to slide down my skin.
—I don't want you to think about anything. I just want you to feel. —he says as he starts to pull the dress down my legs. —I want you to feel the touch of my hands on your skin. —he slides his fingers lightly and almost imperceptibly down my legs, making my breathing even more difficult. —I want you to feel the music in your veins. —I can feel the bit of the music deep inside me. —I just want you to think about one thing. —the dress hits the floor and I feel his hands come up and run up my body again. And then he whispers in my ear. —Pleasure. That's all you're allowed to think about today. Come with me.
He takes my hand and makes me step out of my dress as he leads me to some unknown part of the room.
—I like the lace you're wearing, let's leave it in place for the moment. Sit down.
I do as he asks and sit down on something cushioned. I place my hands by my legs and spread them out to the sides. I am sitting on a bench no more than three feet wide. It feels very soft and warm, so satin it is not.
—Is this a bench? —I ask as I continue to explore the bench with my hands.
—I see you are making use of your other senses. Yes. Now lie down. —he asks me as he starts to leave kisses on my neck and bends me down until I'm lying completely flat. —Raise your hands above your head. —he asks me before pulling his mouth away from my skin.
I don't hesitate for a second to do everything he asks. I'm still nervous, but I know that everything Christian is doing ends up giving me indescribable pleasure, so I let him do whatever he wants with me. I raise my hands above my head and he takes them, stretches them out and arranges them before closing something padded over each of them. He cuffs me.
—I like this. —I feel his sexy, husky voice in my ear —You have no idea how much.
He pulls his hands away from my body. My feet rest on the floor, heels still on. My chest rises and falls with my breathing quickening in anticipation of what's to come. I try to sharpen my hearing, but it's impossible to tell what he's doing or where he is with the music thundering in the room. I feel a hand on my right leg and automatically know it's not Christian. His touch doesn't feel warm or soft, nor does it make sparks and electricity jump on my skin. And I automatically tense.
—Relax, just feel. —His voice instantly calms me, and more so when I feel his hand sliding down my other leg.
I relax and let an unfamiliar hand run down my body. It runs up my leg all the way around my body and back down again. It separates from me and a few moments later I feel it again untying my shoes. I let my shoes be taken off by unknown hands.
—Christian! —I need to know where he is.
—I'll be right with you. —he replies as the same hands that took off my shoes now massage one of my feet.
And I can't help it. A moan escapes me as strong, powerful hands press against sensitive spots I never knew existed.
—Do you like it?
I can't manage to speak. All I can do is hold back a moan as I let myself be enveloped by the pleasurable sensation I begin to feel. When he finishes with that foot, he switches to the other. And this only makes my excitement grow even more. By the time he finishes massaging my feet my whole body is throbbing with desire. I feel again two hands now sliding from my legs and down my thighs, but I recognize that touch. The hands spread my legs and then I feel his mouth on the inside of one of my thighs. His light beard sends signals to my brain. Pleasurable signals that disperse throughout my body. I know where his kinky mouth is going and I also know what he can do with it.
His hands lightly squeeze my thighs as they continue to ascend. He rotates his thumbs in circles, squeezes and continues to ascend. He repeats the same until his hands are on my hips and his thumbs slip inside my panties and rub the apex of my legs making me almost convulse.
I can't help it. The moan comes out of my mouth loud and clear without me being able to contain it.
—You're torturing me. —I manage to tell him while biting my lower lip.
—The idea is to extend your pleasure to unreachable, infinite places. I want you to reach heaven and not be able to touch it, not until I tell you to. No, it's not torture, it's a lesson.
—A lesson? — I didn't expect this.
—Aren't you hungry for knowledge? —he asks, stopping the movement of his fingers.
—Always, just don't stop doing what you're doing.
I feel him laugh as he resumes the movement of his fingers on my thighs.
—I'm going to show you what your body is capable of when it reaches orgasm. And you're going to put everything you've learned to the test.
Oh my god!
Christian leaves me speechless with the knowledge he has. Sex with him is always mind-blowing. But I know I'm about to experience something unknown and much more intense.
—But first. —he pulls his fingers out of my underwear. —Let's get rid of this.
He doesn't even ask me to help him, he doesn't need it. In two seconds the fabric has been torn and the lace reduced to mere scraps of fabric that I'm sure are scattered on the floor. It had taken him a while to make it again.
—Now let's adjust the height of the bench.
—What!
—I'm just saying so you don't panic, you're going to feel a slight movement.
And then I feel my legs start to separate from the floor until they are dangling in the air. I can feel the vibration of the bench as it moves up until it stops.
—Right there, perfect. Now I'm going to hold your legs.
I again feel the same hands as before as they take one of my legs and move it to the side of the bench where they wrap a padded leather strap around my ankle. They repeat the operation with my other leg.
Holy shit!
The bench must have risen some thirty or forty centimeters off the ground. And I can't even be able to see or hear anything at all. The only thing I hear is the sound of Christian's breathing in my ear. I am bound and immobile, unable to see absolutely nothing and at the mercy of everyone in the room. And despite all my fears and insecurities, I am excited.