Club Fantasy (23 page)
Authors: Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
“No, although that would be great.” He smiled at the thought, then flipped the coaster over and tapped it again. “But it's not what I'm thinking about.”
Jenna waited. “I want to be powerful. Strong.” He took a long pull on his beer, flipped the coaster and continued tapping, remaining silent. Jenna waited. As if he'd suddenly made up his mind, he blurted out, “I want to rape a woman.” She grimaced. “Shit. That sounds so horrible.”
“No, it doesn't. Not at all.” Without allowing him time to dwell on what he'd just said, Jenna continued. “It's a very common fantasy. Power is heady stuff, for both men and women. And I'm sure you wouldn't dream of actually raping a woman.”
“God, no,” he said, quickly. “Never. I love women and wouldn't ever do anything to hurt anyone.”
“Of course not. I understand.” She thought quickly, creating a scenario they could act out together. She watched his hands as they played with his coaster. “Maybe you're a burglar who breaks into a woman's bedroom and subdues her, then has his way with her.” His fingers became still for several seconds before he continued tapping the coaster's edge on the tabletop. “Maybe he holds her down as she struggles. She's unable to break his hold. He holds her wrists with one hand and rips off her nightgown with the other.” She watched his Adam's apple bob and the tapping accelerate. “He ties her to the bed, then ... Well, you know the rest.”
Softly, he said, “You do know.”
“If you arrive at my place next Thursday evening it can be real.”
“I'll be there. Is eight o'clock okay?” He paid the usual thousand-dollar fee, then left.
Although she knew that Chloe had acted out a few similar situations, this would be a first for Jenna. At the appointed hour, Chloe showed Royce up to the empty motel room, now set up as a lady's bedroom, with fresh flowers on the night stand, bottles and jars taken from Jenna's and Chloe's cosmetics scattered around, and a collection of framed photographs on the dresser and walls. He was dressed in a black, long-sleeved tee shirt, black jeans and sneakers.
Chloe showed Royce to the closet, then whispered, “I think she'll be home soon. You'd better hide in here.” Then she left.
Moments later, Jenna entered, wearing a navy blue, tailored business suit, simple navy pumps, and carrying a briefcase. “Long day,” she said with a sigh, kicking her shoes off and perching on the edge of the bed. Slowly she slid her skirt up and peeled down her hose, then, in plain view of the slightly opened closet door, slowly undressed. When she was down to her navy, lace bra and bikini panties, she crossed the room to the large mirror over the dresser. She could see the reflection of the closet door and imagined Royce behind it, watching her every move. She wanted to give him a good show before the main event.
She poured a pool of body lotion into her palm and starting with her neck and shoulders, sensuously covering herself, making her skin slick and shiny. When she finished with her arms, she unclipped her bra and dropped it on a chair, then massaged her breasts with her slippery hands, paying particular attention to her nipples, twisting them until they stood out from her flesh.
Finally, she removed her panties and slipped into a soft peach-colored nightgown. She and Chloe had carefully snipped the seams at several places so that when grabbed, it would rip off quickly and easily. Jenna lit a thick, white candle and placed it on the bedside table, and then she stretched out in bed, pulled a sheet over herself, and pretended to fall asleep.
It took several minutes for Royce to emerge. Either he was playing the game of waiting for her to be asleep or he was summoning his courage. Keeping her breathing slow and even, Jenna finally heard him pad softly from the closet. Her eyes flew open and she started to scream. Playing his part, Royce slammed his hand over her mouth and hissed, “Not a sound and I won't hurt you.”
“No,” she mumbled around his hand, then started to thrash around, kicking her feet and grabbing for his arms. She tried to loosen his hold on her mouth but he was stronger than she had anticipated. She didn't have to hold back as she'd thought she would. He quickly straddled her hips and pulled at her wrists until her arms were stretched above her head. “Keep still,” he hissed when she gathered a deep breath to yell. “It will go easier if you keep still.” He grabbed the neckline of her gown and pulled it down to her waist. As planned, the garment came apart in several pieces. He took a small bit of nylon and stuffed it into her mouth, then used a longer one to hold it in place. Then he efficiently tied her hands to the headboard.
Jenna thought for a moment about her predicament. If he had been someone who wanted to hurt her, she couldn't have stopped him. She'd only allowed herself to get into this predicament after several phone calls to the men who'd sent him to her. She again blessed Erika for her very sound advice and for the presence of Rock downstairs.
Royce ripped the remainder of the nightgown from her body and then gazed at her. She lay still, her legs decoratively arranged, her knees together. “God, you're so beautiful,” he murmured. Then his hands were all over her, touching, probing. His mouth devoured her nipples, his hands threaded through her hair, pulling slightly. As her fluids began to flow, a small part of Jenna's mind considered it. She loved not having to do anything. She'd been with so many men with whom she had to think constantly: how fast, how hard, how loud, how everything? Now she didn't have to decide how to proceed. Royce was making all the decisions.
“Spread your legs wide,” he said, his voice hoarse. When she didn't obey immediately, he snapped, “If you do what you're told I won't have to kill you.” She nodded, widening her eyes and trembling slightly.
When she parted her thighs, his breathing quickened until she could hear each rasp of air. She was surprised that he didn't remove his trousers. Rather he unzipped and allowed his rigid member to spring free. “Now you're going to get what you've been asking for.”
She shook her head violently and tried to scream through the gag in her mouth. Unable to make a sound, she wiggled her hips provocatively and watched as he covered his cock with a condom. When Chloe had answered his ring of the front door bell, she'd handed him the house rules, which included the admonition about condoms. Jenna knew he'd agreed. Otherwise Chloe and Rock would never have let him upstairs.
Still fully dressed, Royce knelt on the foot of the bed, then crawled between Jenna's legs, his cock in his hand. She felt him rub it on her heated, slippery flesh, then plunge inside. “You can't do anything to stop me,” he said, pounding into her.
She fought him, squirming and kicking just enough to reinforce the fantasy, not enough to dislodge him. He grabbed her thighs and held her down while he rammed into her over and over. Jenna was nearing orgasm herself when he came with a deafening bellow, then collapsed beside her. Her pussy was pulsing and she knew that the minute he was gone she'd have to satisfy herself. God, she was hot.
Finally he rose and quickly removed the gag and untied her. “I'm sorry if I hurt you,” he said.
Smiling, Jenna said, “You didn't.” Not wanting to break the fantasy, she said no more.
He quickly cleaned himself up and headed for the door. “This was everything I'd imagined. Can we do it again?”
“Of course,” she said.
“Good. I'll call Club Fantasy in a few weeks.” He closed the door behind himself.
As Jenna lay on the bed, her fingers playing over her wet skin, she thought about power and the incredibly wonderful sensations she'd just experienced. She recreated the moments when she'd been powerless to stop Royce's actions and fantasized about a real burglar, with truly devious intentions, forcing himself upon her, powerful yet satisfying. She held on to the sensations while she drove herself to orgasm. She remembered the scene in the shiek's tent but there she hadn't been tied. This had been even better. She approached climax with the vision of Royce's body looming over her, straddling her hips, rendering her incapable of preventing his invasion of her body. She came, feeling his cock invading her cunt, and she couldn't stop him from doing anything he'd wanted.
She wondered how it would feel being on the other side of this power fantasy. What if she were in command? She might just enjoy that too. It was a whole new world.
Chapter
13
13
J
enna took a three-day trip to Seneca Falls over Christmas, arriving on the twenty-fourth and returning to Manhattan on the twenty-seventh. She made excuses to Marcy for the brevityâwork, commitments for Christmas parties, plans with Chloeâbut in reality she didn't want to get sucked into the holiday scene in Upstate New York. She'd always loved searching for a tree, decorating the house, and all the rest of the holiday preparations. When she'd planned her visit to be so brief she'd known how it would all confuse her. In addition, of course, was the fact that business was particularly hectic throughout the holiday season with people being given, or giving themselves, gifts of evenings at Club Fantasy.
enna took a three-day trip to Seneca Falls over Christmas, arriving on the twenty-fourth and returning to Manhattan on the twenty-seventh. She made excuses to Marcy for the brevityâwork, commitments for Christmas parties, plans with Chloeâbut in reality she didn't want to get sucked into the holiday scene in Upstate New York. She'd always loved searching for a tree, decorating the house, and all the rest of the holiday preparations. When she'd planned her visit to be so brief she'd known how it would all confuse her. In addition, of course, was the fact that business was particularly hectic throughout the holiday season with people being given, or giving themselves, gifts of evenings at Club Fantasy.
She had Christmas dinner with Marcy, lunch with her girlfriends from AAJ, and had dinner on the twenty-sixth with Glen. They again made love and it was soft and warm and satisfying. She told no one about Club Fantasy.
When she returned to New York City, the final work on the basement had been completed. But before Rock could set up an evening with his friends to try the room out, she and Rock were asked to fulfill an unusual fantasy.
“I had a call from Erika yesterday,” Rock said to Jenna one evening, about a week after her return. “She referred a couple to me and I just got off the phone with the wife. Her name is Denise and her husband's name is Walt. They have a fantasy and they are willing to pay to have us make it come true, but I'd need you to help me.”
“Me?”
“Let me explain. They've been married for about five years and have recently become interested in the dominant/submissive lifestyle, but they have no idea how to make it work. They want experts to teach each of them, independently, how to behave and what to do. She's unsure about what she can demand and he's not sure how to respond. I thought you could work with Walt while I was with Denise. Is this something you think you might enjoy?”
“I'd love to do it, but I'm no expert. I've played with dominant /submissive fantasies a few times but I know very little except what those particular clients wanted to do. Until I learn, I certainly can't teach.”
“Actually, you've got the easy part. All you've got to do is show him how to obey. You get to demand all the things you've always wanted. We can talk about it and I'll get you a few films. The basic question is, however, whether you feel you can be a dominant woman.” He winked at her. “You do submissive wonderfully well.”
She shuddered as she always did when Rock looked at her as if he'd like to eat her alive. “Yeah, well, I don't know about the dominant part. I've never tried.”
For the following week she and Rock talked about domination, and she watched films and read stories. Doing it didn't seem too difficult, but to do it really well she'd have to find something inside herself to draw on. She only agreed when she was totally sure she could give Walt his money's worth, whether it truly turned her on or not.
The sessions with Denise and Walt were scheduled for an evening in mid-January. While Jenna made Walt wait, Rock entered the room where Denise waited.
“Good evening. My name is Rock,” he said softly, “and I'm going to make you over into the woman you want to be.” He took her hand and squeezed it lightly.
“Nice to meet you,” Denise said. “I guess you already know I'm Denise, and who do you think I want to be?”
“You want to be in charge, have the power, rule your sex life, leaving no room for argument from your husband. You want to dominate him in the bedroom, and have him enjoy serving you. I can do that for you, by being both your teacher and your first subject. I will instruct you, and then give you the thrill of knowing how you'll feel with a man who's subservient, subject to your will.”
He watched Denise rub her damp palms down the thighs of her slender, black skirt. Her breathing was shallow and rapid and he could see her pulse pound in her neck. “Can you really do all that?”
“I wouldn't be here if I couldn't.” She smiled at that, and they settled down on a small sofa to one side of the room. “You're paying enough to ensure it. I have only one rule. If we do anything, or talk about doing anything, that you can't or won't do, you have only to say so. However, don't reject something because you think you shouldn't, or he couldn't, or it's not nice. Only speak if something repels you or you know it will be repellant to your husband. Agreed?”
“Okay. That sounds reasonable.”
“Enough of reasonable,” he said. “This concerns only what you want. Do you know what you want?”
“I think I do.”
“What do you want?” Rock asked patiently. He needed to be sure she understood.
“I want to be in charge of our lovemaking. Mine and Walt's. I want him to do what I tell him, when I tell him. He wants that too.”
“What about outside the bedroom?”
“Outside?”
“Do you want him to do the dishes? Cook? Clean? Or is this just in bed?”
She paused and seemed to be considering. “I've read about master/slave type relationships and that's not exactly what I want. It's just in the bedroom.”
“All right. We'll concentrate on that. Denise, let's begin with this. It's attitude. It's all attitude. Right now you see me as a sort of even-tempered, teacher type of guy, not necessarily much in the domination department. Right?” When Denise didn't answer, he continued, “Be honest. If you can't be honest here, then it's all over.”
“Okay. Yes. That's the way you seem.”
Rock, who had been lounging beside her as they spoke, stood up and straightened his back and squared his shoulders. Something in his expression hardened and he looked deeply into Denise's eyes. Everything about his demeanor changed in an instant. “Stand!”
Denise stood. “Straighten up and don't stand like a wimp!” She squared her shoulders and sucked in her stomach. Rock watched her for a very long moment, but she didn't relax. Then his body softened and his shoulders dropped. “See what I mean?” he said softly. “It's all in the attitude. You want to dominate your husband. So do it. Become a strong, powerful woman, first in your mind, then in your body language. We'll take care of the rest.”
She grinned, then straightened and stood, not ramrod straight, but tall and almost stately. Rock stopped to have a good look at her. Denise was short, maybe about five-two, and slender, with an angular face and ear-length, brown, wavy hair. As he watched her body stiffen, he knew that she'd be as quick a learner as Jenna had been. “Remember,” he continued, “it's all in the attitude.”
“Attitude,” she said. Then louder, “Attitude.” She took a deep breath and nodded. “Like what?”
Rock crossed the room and opened the door to a large closet. “Here we'll make you appear as the woman you want to be.” He looked her over and then rummaged in the closet for a moment. He pulled out several hangers and handed the clothing to her. All she could see was that everything was either red or black. “Try these. If anything doesn't fit, let me know and I'll adjust the size, but I think it will all be about right.” He and Jenna had ascertained Denise's size, then gone shopping at a local erotic boutique. The cost of the clothing had been included in the fee they'd collected.
“Where can I change?” Denise asked, looking around.
Rock laughed. “Why, right here, of course. You've got to be proud of your body, both clothed and naked. It has to show in every line, every gesture.” Rock took her hands in his. “You can do anything, make Walt do anything that gives you pleasure. He wants to serve you. Your body is the seat of his pleasures. Be proud of it, not for what it is, but for the way Walt perceives it.”
“Right.” With increasing comfort she took off her clothes and sorted out the garments Rock had given her. First, a red, leather bra with demi-cups that lifted and increased her cleavage, then black leather split-crotch panties with ties that fastened the sides over her hip bones, and, finally, black, thigh-high stockings with lacy tops and black boots with four-inch heels.
As she finished zipping up the boots, Rock took her shoulders and turned her toward a full-length mirror. “This woman can do anything.”
She gasped as Rock admired his selections. She looked like something out of a porn magazine. “Yes,” she sighed. “Oh, yes.”
“We need to do a few things before you finish dressing. Come inside.” He led her to the room next door, set up as a doctor's office, with an exam table in the center set up with gynecological-type stirrups. “Remove your panties, sit there and put your legs into the supports.”
She climbed onto the table and wiggled until she found a comfortable position. “Now, let's take the next step in both your appearance and attitude.” He moved a five-wheeled stool until he could sit between her thighs. With a small scissors, he clipped her pubic hair very short. “Now, I'm going to make you over into the woman you dream of being.”
He positioned a mirror so she could watch what he did. As she gazed at the man, working so diligently between her legs, he washed her thoroughly, and then slowly shaved all of her pubic hair except a small patch in the front. “It's a heart,” she said.
“Yes. And I'll give you some instructions to keep this from troubling your skin. As often as you like, even daily if you want, have your husband do this for you.” He dried her, then smoothed on a soothing lotion. “This is not only good for the skin, but your husband will learn to love the taste.”
“Taste,” she said, her voice almost strangled. “I love oral sex, but Walt usually only licks for a moment or two.”
“You'll change that immediately. Not only will he give you what you want, but he'll learn very quickly to enjoy it as much as you do.”
“He will?”
Rock looked up and raised an eyebrow. “Attitude.”
Denise grinned. “He will!”
“Yes, he'll love the taste the way I do.” Rock poured more lotion on Denise's mound, then slowly began to lick her now swollen clit. He slowly moved his tongue until it reached all the places that felt so wonderful. Then he lifted his head. “Feel good?”
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“Then why did you let me stop?”
“Let you stop?”
“Yes. Remember your new persona. You're in charge. It's what both you and your husband want. So be in charge.”
Denise hesitated, then said, softly, “Don't stop.”
“Excuse me?” Rock said.
Denise took a deep breath. “I said, don't stop!”
“No, ma'am.” Rock's mouth returned to her clit.
He teased but went no further than licking her. Eventually, she'd realize that she wanted more. It would be up to her to get it.
Finally, she said, “Put your fingers inside of me.”
“Yes, ma'am. Anything you want. Should I keep tonguing your clit too?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice stronger. “Do that too.”
His fingers found her opening and, slowly, one finger slid into her sopping channel. “Not enough. You're too gentle. Do it hard!”
“Yes, ma'am.” He slammed his fingers into her and, at the same time, sucked her clit into his mouth. Over and over he thrust his fingers into her channel. He knew that she didn't want to come, but he gave her no choice. She let go. Strong spasms claimed her pussy, clenching his hand, and her hips bucked, pressing his mouth more firmly against her mound. As he slowly withdrew, she shuddered, then calmed.
“You're content with only one orgasm?” he asked.
“Oh, that's usually enough for me.”
“Enough? Ridiculous. It's never enough. You should be capable of many climaxes and of demanding your husband's services until you're exhausted. That's another thing we'll have to work on, but I think you're getting the idea. I'll let you rest for a few minutes, then you'll have another lesson. By the time you get home you'll be ready for anything.” He grinned. “Or maybe you'll be too tired and make him wait until tomorrow.”
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