Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3) (2 page)

David almost lost his balance as he pulled back abruptly from Jessica.

“Looks we’ve covered all the bases for the first meeting. But I feel like we’re just getting started. Would you like to grab a bite or get a drink? We could go over some of that paperwork together.”

“Yes. I’d like that.”

“Great. There’s a place I like near Lincoln Center, and that’s probably far enough away from here that we won’t run into anyone from the program.”

He gave her the restaurant’s name and the cross streets. “Meet me there in thirty minutes.”
 

David stood when he saw Jessica approaching the table where he was seated. She was just as captivating with her clothes on. She looked like a schoolgirl with her short flouncy skirt and tight white blouse opened half way to reveal a camisole underneath. She wore flat shoes and cropped tights that stopped at her ankles. The wide strap of her large messenger bag crossed her chest, and her breasts bobbed as she walked quickly toward him. She lifted the bag and placed it on a seat at the table.

David took in the light scent of her perfume as she sat in the chair he had pulled out. “You smell delicious.”

Jessica grinned. “You must be hungry.”

David raised his eyebrows, not sure if she was being sexually suggestive or not. He motioned to a stack of papers he had next to him.
 

“I’ve been going over some of the paperwork we need to prepare for the next class while I waited. I’m wondering if what you got is the same as mine.”

Jessica pulled out a folder and notebook from her messenger bag. “I don’t know, but it could fun to compare yours to mine and see.”

David looked at her, again unsure of how to interpret her comments.

Jessica was smiling at him, and he relaxed. What the hell was the difference? He was here with a beautiful babe who had agreed to become his slave. What could go wrong?

“Can I get you some drinks?” The waiter’s voice interrupted David’s reverie.

“I’ll have a draught,” he said.

“Chablis for me,” Jessica echoed.

“Have you looked at the menu, or do you need more time to decide?”

David glanced at the menus, which were still stacked in the center of the table.

“No, give us a few minutes. But I saw something on a table as I came in. Looked like a big combo plate of appetizers.”

The waiter nodded. “The sampler platter.”

“Yeah, bring us one of those.”

“I’ll put the order in and be right back with your drinks.”

David leaned in so he didn’t have to shout over the noise of the music and nearby conversations.
 

“I couldn’t help but notice that you brought that large book bag with you. What else did you bring?”

“I’m a first year law student at Fordham. After this, I’ll probably go study at the library, so I brought my laptop and a few of my textbooks.”

“Really? That’s great. I’m a first year med student at Columbia.”

“Here’s your drinks, and lucky for you, the combo platter as well.” The waiter placed the drinks and food on the table.

“Great,” David said. “We’ll work on this and let you know if there’s anything else.”
 

He turned to Jessica. “Is that all right with you? Or is there something else that you’d like to order?”

“Whatever you want is fine with me.”

David waved the waiter off. He was already enjoying the perks of this new relationship.

“Tell you what,” Jessica said. “You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine.”

David almost spit out the mouthful of food and beer he was working on before he realized she was referring to the paperwork from Club Manhattan. He quickly recovered, took her papers, and handed his over to her.

After just a few minutes of shuffling through the pages, they exchanged their packets again.
 

“Well, that answers that question,” David said. “Not even close to being the same, but I’m glad I got to see what was on yours. I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

“I agree. I think it would help to know what will be expected of me from your end, too.”

David burst out laughing. Jessica looked surprised.
 

“I’m sorry,” he said. “But almost everything you’ve said this evening could have a different meaning, and I’ve been trying to figure how you’ve meant it. I think you were being straight, and I’m the one with the dirty mind.”

Jessica looked thoughtful, and when she realized what he was talking about, she laughed. “Yeah, I can see how you might have thought that.”

“From what I saw, Jessica, much of what I will plan for us depends on you filling out the sub’s checklist.”
 

He flipped through his papers. “Then, I can write an agreement for you to sign, and we need to establish a safe word. Once that’s done, I think we’ve covered everything we’ll need for the next class.”

“Would you like to me complete this checklist right now?”

“Yes. The sooner I know what your interests and limits are, the sooner I can start devising play sessions for us.”

“Don’t you love that they call the fun stuff we’ll be doing play?”

“Yes, I think I’ll love everything about this. But I want you to know that I’m dead serious about the work. It’s very important to me.” He hesitated, wondering if he should bring up Andrea at this time and explain how she was his motivation.

Jessica became solemn. “I think as you get to know me better, you’ll realize that I’m always focused on performing my best. I take everything I do very seriously and give it my all. I promise to serve you to the best of my ability.”

The thought of Jessica serving him to the best of her ability made David hard.
 

“Sounds like we’re perfectly matched, Jessica. I’m looking forward to the next few months.”

* * *

David felt anticipation mixed with nervousness in the pit of his stomach. It was his turn with Jessica to demonstrate proficiency at assuming their roles in front of the class. The room was dark except for the spotlight that shone on them.

Jessica was bound with rope at her wrists. Her arms were stretched over her head, with the rope attached to a chain that hung from the ceiling. She was wearing a red corset and matching garter belt with black lace-topped stockings and black platform high heels. With her arms raised and held fast, her nipples burst over the top of the bustier. A slip of her black panties showed below the garter.
 

“Spread your legs, please,” David said.
 

He turned on a floor fan, directing the airflow at her from the front. Her long hair blew gently away from her face, and her nipples hardened visibly in the chill of air on her skin.

Jessica stood perfectly still, looking straight ahead, but not at David. He stepped closer and began applying oil to her skin, massaging her body as worked his way down from her neck and shoulders to her chest. His hands lingered on her breasts, pinching her nipples then rubbing more oil over them to soothe the reddened skin.

David was shirtless and he wore tight leather pants and motorcycle boots. He felt the bulge in his pants becoming prominent as his hands moved down to the strip of bare skin exposed on her abdomen. His hands moved under the elastics of the garter to the top edge of her panties.

Jessica’s head had fallen back, her eyes closed, and her breathing was audible. Gentle moans escaped her lips as David’s fingers crept down and separated her folds. He circled her clitoris until the nub hardened and stood up firm against his finger. He removed his hands from her panties and continued to rub oil on her legs, concentrating on her inner thighs. He dropped to his knees as he made his way down to her feet.

David grabbed Jessica’s ankles and placed his face close to her pussy. Her panties had a slit opening in the front panel, and with her legs spread, the opening puckered, exposing her pink center.
 

“Do you want me to lick you, Jessica?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Ask for what you want.”

“Please lick me.”

“Lick you where?”

“Please lick my pussy, Master. Please take your beautiful sweet tongue and lave over me.”

“Like this?” David took long sweeps along her folds and circled her clit with his tongue.

“Yes, Master, yes! Thank you!”

Jessica’s hips began to rock, and she bent her knees slightly to push her bottom closer to his face.

David drew back. “You may not come until I tell you, Jessica.”

“Yes, Master.”

“What else would you like me to do to your pussy?”

“My pussy belongs to you. Do to it whatever you like.”

David pressed his face to her once more and pushed his hands against her inner thighs, stretching her opening wider. He plunged two fingers into her wet hole and explored her inner cavern with his fingertips. He listened carefully to her breathing and observed the movements of her hips, and was rewarded with a deep gasp when he located her g-spot.

Once more he drew his head back, but his fingers remained inside her. “Jessica, look at me,” he commanded.

Jessica’s head snapped up and she opened her eyes.

“Yes, Master,” she said in as normal a tone as she could muster.

“I feel your muscles contracting around me. It’s not time for you to come yet.”

“No, Master.”

David began to torture her clit with his lips and tongue while bringing a third finger inside her.

Jessica’s face was tight with concentration. Her lips parted, and she breathed heavily with moans that emanated from her core. It was obvious to all onlookers that it was taking every ounce of control she had not to come.

David continued to assault her pussy with his mouth. He bit lightly on her clit, his lips open wide over her flower.
 

Her back arched, her hips swung forward, and a muted scream burst forth from her mouth. She held her position for as long as she could, clenching her muscles against his fingers, trying to keep the contractions from getting any stronger, but she was losing the battle.

David could feel that he had pushed her to her limit. “Come now, Jessica,” he said, his voice muffled in her pussy. But it was loud enough for Jessica to hear, and she relaxed her muscles and allowed the wave of contractions to pass through her.
 

When she was still, David sat back on his heels, wiped his mouth with his hand, grinning.

“Thank you, Master,” Jessica said.

He stood up and released her arms from the binding that held her. He took her arms down, holding her hands in his. He kissed each wrist on the inside and rubbed them lightly. Then he brought her to his chest and kissed the top of her head.
 

“You behaved very well, Jessica. I am pleased.”

A look of pleasure and appreciation crossed her face. She bowed her head.
 

“I am grateful to you, Master.”

A round of applause burst from the audience, bringing them out of their reverie and back to the reality of the classroom.

David took a quick, last look around his apartment. Andrea would be arriving any minute for a weekend visit and, for some reason, he was nervous. He wasn’t sure why. It had worked out perfectly. Jessica was out of town being a bridesmaid in a college friend’s wedding, so there wasn’t even a remote possibility of an accidental overlap. She’d probably be too busy with the event to give him a call, which he encouraged her to forgo. The last thing he wanted was to have the little time he had with Andrea interrupted.

If Jessica wasn’t the cause of the twinge in his belly, he wasn’t sure what was. He couldn’t wait to get Andrea in bed. It had been six long weeks since he left Florida, and he missed her. Although it wasn’t for lack of sex, that’s for sure.
 

Jessica was a willing, and seemingly untiring, sub. She adored sex, as much as he could give, and gave back with whatever he wanted to take. David’s cock swelled to fill the front of his jeans just thinking of her delicious pussy and how she liked to filled there with anything David chose.
 

He smiled as he thought about how inventive he’d become once he ran out of his own body parts and sex toys. Yesterday had been a breakthrough experience with the neck of an empty wine bottle they had just finished. Their vociferous dual orgasm was evidence of how well that worked.

The doorbell rang and David raced to answer. Andrea stood in the hallway as he swung open the door. He took her bag and pulled her inside the apartment and into his arms, covering her mouth with his and reaching his tongue deep into the caverns of her mouth.

Andrea struggled free of his grip and looked down at the sharp bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened, and she nodded approval.
 

“I won’t ask if there’s a gun in your pocket, or if you’re just glad to see me. There’s no mistaking what that is!”

Andrea shrugged out of her jacket, letting it drop to the floor. She grabbed David by the waistband of his jeans and began to unzip the fly.

David put his hand over hers. “Wait, I’ve got roommates.” He grabbed her bag with one hand and her hand in his other and pulled her down the hallway to his bedroom. Once inside, he tossed the bag on top a pile of clothes and pulled her inside, closing the door with his foot.

“Now, finish what you started,” he said, and Andrea was upon him. She flipped the button of his pants and unzipped the fly, liberating his swollen cock, and pulled the pants to the floor. David stepped out of them, and she pushed the jeans aside.

“Let me look at that beautiful, hard cock. Oh, how I’ve missed your designer dick,” she said, and dropped to her knees to admire it close up.

David reached down, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head. A quick snap of her bra hooks and she shrugged out of it. She leaned into him, pushing her enormous breasts together around his erection, while looking down on his tip with adoration.
 

“Oh my God, you’re dripping with that delicious sweet stuff,” she said, and leaned down to lick the droplets off the tip.