Sensations (3 page)

"In one of the members only suites,” he said, setting her down on the edge of the mattress. He removed her cardigan and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"What was the inspiration, the freakin’ Tower of London?” This is what he'd been afraid of.
Sensations
had a number of highly romantic suites and those that catered to various fetishes. They were in one of the latter. He'd hoped to be able to keep her in enough of an elevated state of horny that she wouldn't be paying attention to her surroundings.

"It's okay, baby, don't worry. It's just you, me, and this big comfy bed.” She helped him remove her shirt while craning to continue looking around.

"That's a St. Andrew's cross, isn't it? Oh, and that's a spanking bench, right? And, I don't know what it's called, but that saddle thing over there, is that the kind where a dildo's attached and you ride it?” He watched in stunned disbelief as Vivian pointed at the various pieces of equipment. “What's in the armoire?"

Paul burst out laughing. “I knew it, all conservative on the outside, wild and crazy underneath.” He was surprised when she lowered her eyes, and her cheeks turned pink. He knelt down and took her hands in his. “I meant that as a compliment, Viv."

"I don't want you to get the wrong impression, Paul. What just happened is a first for me, not the getting off part, but the speed and sort of uncontrolled part. A big side effect of not being wild and crazy is having a shit ton of alone time. I read a lot, and watch movies. I don't have a great deal of real world experience, just a really active fantasy world.” He saw in her body language how difficult it was for her to say those words. He gathered her close.

"Darlin', you're a dream come true. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me these things. What do you say? Let's bring some of our fantasies to life."

Vivian hugged Paul, loving the pressure of her breasts being crushed against his chest and the warmth of his palms rubbing slowly along her back. She tried to wrap her mind around what had just happened, where she was, and what was going to happen next. It'd been longer than she cared to remember since she'd been with a man, probably the reason for her complete loss of control, well, that and Paul's skillful hand and the live sex show. She giggled.

"Penny for your thoughts,” Paul mumbled as he kissed along her shoulder.

"I've just seen and done things beyond my farthest thoughts, and earlier this evening, I accused Carol of losing
her
mind."

"Why?” He unhooked the clasp of her bra.

"Because it's really hard for me to believe people can fall into true, everlasting love as quickly as Carol thinks she has.” Vivian shrugged her shoulders forward, allowing the garment to slide off her breasts. She refused to let go of him, however, so it dangled between them on her forearms.

"Again, I have to ask why? Maybe certain people are simply meant to be together. Shit falls in place, stars align, I don't know, it's just right?” He stood up, lifted her, wrenched the bra off her arms, tossed it across the room, and bounced her to the head of the bed.

"Why, Mr. Landis, you're quite the romantic, aren't you?” She raised her hips to make it easier for him to remove her skirt and panties.

"Yeah, I guess I am.” He smiled and ran his hands along her thighs, hips, and tummy. “I think the powers that be hooked them up so we could find each other again."

She arched her back when his lips closed around her nipple. Vivian cradled his head as he teased the sensitive bud with his teeth and tongue while caressing her other breast.

"That feels so good,” she sighed, moving her foot up and down the back of his leg. “Hey, how come you still have clothes on?"

"Damn good question.” Paul gave one more nip and squeeze before getting up from the bed.

Vivian propped herself up on her elbows with eager anticipation. The shirt was the first to go. His upper body was exactly as she'd imagined—well defined, but not overly muscular. He kicked off his shoes, and his pants followed. She licked her lips while blatantly staring at his magnificent penis.
My imagination sucks
, she thought, rising up on her knees, scooting to the far edge of the bed and patting the mattress.

"Here's the perfect spot for you."

"How do you want me?” he asked with a playful leer.

"On your back.” She piled up a few pillows at the headboard. Once he was lying down, he reached for her. “Nope, let me play for a while, please?"

"I'm all yours, darlin'.” Paul crossed his arms behind his head.

Vivian straddled his thighs, resting her palms on his shoulders. She leaned down and kissed him lightly on the lips. “I probably shouldn't voice this, but I've dreamed about making love to you more times than I can count.” His eyes darkened and his nostrils flared.

"There aren't any rules, Viv. Say what you want, do what makes you feel good."

Vivian took her sweet time exploring her way down his body. He was smooth and hard, hot and tasty. She sampled him from head to toe, with the exception of one key area.

"Did you enjoy that?” She asked the question with her mouth poised just above his groin.

"God, yes."

She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock while trailing her tongue across his balls. Paul's hips jerked, and he moaned, low and sexy. Feminine power surged through her. The time for teasing had passed. She desperately needed to bring him the intense pleasure he'd given her.

It was Vivian's turn to moan when her lips closed over the crown of his penis. She licked around the edge before attempting to take him further. Paul laid his hand on the back of her head. Viv stroked his shaft in sync with the movements of her mouth. His fingers tightened in her hair.

"Fuck, that's good...yeah, like that...Jesus, you're incredible."

They found their rhythm together. With his hand and hips helping to guide her, Vivian let go and worshipped his cock. Each time he hit the back of her throat, she hesitated, holding him deep, thrilled to be filled so full. When she lifted up, she used her teeth to lightly graze him, and she felt Paul swell.

"Enough.” He cupped her chin and pulled out of her mouth.

"No, no, I want you to...” Vivian gasped when, mid-sentence, he dragged her up his body and flipped her over.

"You can suck me dry to your heart's content, darlin', but this first time, I'm going to come buried deep in your pussy."

He leaned over to a bedside table Vivian hadn't noticed and pulled a condom from the drawer. Once sheathed, she pulled him down on top of her. It had been so long since she'd been pressed into a mattress by the weight of a man.

She rubbed against him and opened her legs in invitation. Paul held her with immense tenderness and claimed her with slow, gentle strokes. Tears of joy welled in her eyes. He filled her completely, stretching muscles, hitting sweet spots she hadn't known existed. She wrapped her legs around his hips and shifted upward.

"Careful, sweetheart.” He rested his forehead on hers. Vivian grasped his upper arms. Paul trembled and his muscles were taught. “God, you're so damn tight. Being inside you is heaven on Earth, darlin', but I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't.” She grinned up at him. “I'm ready to forget my name."

Viv held on for dear life as Paul took command. She welcomed his powerful thrusts, met him, and encouraged him with equal intensity. Her body raced toward release. Perspiration dampened her skin, and her movements became frantic.

"Yes, yes,
yes,
” she cried out as every muscle and nerve came alive with the intensity of her orgasm. Paul shouted his climax simultaneously.

Vivian wasn't certain how long they remained wrapped around each other, connected, but she savored every nuance. His heart beat wildly against hers, their ragged breathing was almost matched, and each time her inner muscles fluttered, his cock twitched in response. She caressed his back and ass, loving his contented sighs. If life were perfect, she figured she could stay right where she was for at least a month.

"You're incredible,” Paul whispered.

"You're not so bad yourself,” she replied, giving his butt cheek a squeeze. Viv uttered a little whine when he pulled out of her body.

"Give me one quick second, darlin'."

She appreciated the view of his backside as he walked into the bathroom. Feeling a bit shy about waiting for him in all her naked glory, Viv scooted under the covers. Paul returned, carrying a long, black silk robe which he laid on the end of the bed. He got under the covers and gathered her in his arms.

"So you're a cuddler, too?” she asked, snuggling against him.

"Absolutely. You just feel free to stay all pressed against me for as long as you want."

"There's not going to be some Dom bashing down the door because we're all up in his dungeon without permission?"

"No, honey,” Paul laughed. “If the room had been reserved, the card hanging on the doorknob would have been flipped to red."

"Sorry, my knowledge of sex club etiquette is sorely lacking.” She ran her thumb back and forth across one of his nipples. “Explain it to me, Paul. I'm dying of curiosity."

"Stop that, it tickles,” he said, entwining his fingers with hers. “The private side of
Sensations
is exactly that. The vetting process is beyond intense, and the only way outsiders find out about us is either through me or Colin, or when an existing member approaches us with a candidate. There are currently forty-two members. They are free to use any of the six clubs. It is crazy expensive to belong, but the benefits definitely justify the cost.

"Thursday through Sunday, members can enjoy themselves twenty-four-seven. We have world-class chefs, our spas rival the most exclusive European facilities, and of course, we provide a variety of themed environments for consenting adults to get their freak on.” He pulled her on top of him. Vivian gasped when his hardened cock nudged her tummy.

"Geez if I'd known haute cuisine was available, I might have thought twice about letting you whisk me straight into this little love nest,” she giggled. He swatted her butt. The sting radiated straight to her cunt. “Ooo, that was interesting.” She straddled him and rubbed against his erection.

"Liked that, did ya?” Paul spanked her other cheek, then grabbed onto her hips. He held her still. “Your pussy's coating my cock with cream. God, that feels so good. What's your pleasure, darlin', food or some kinky playtime?"

"How kinky?” she asked in a husky whisper.

"I'm not a Dom, Viv, but I'm definitely an ass man. Having you draped over the spanking bench, gently restrained, on display, waiting for me...damn, I might just come picturing it."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?” She scooted off him and quickly donned the robe. As she loosely tied the sash around her waist, she met his eyes, hoping he could see how much his thoughtfulness meant to her. He winked and sat up.

"Why don't you see if you can find something that sparks your interest in the armoire, honey?"

Vivian opened the doors, barely stifling a gasp. Her fingers tightened on the knobs as she surveyed the contents. “No hoods or blindfolds, okay? I'm way claustrophobic, and shit, this is straight from a slasher movie.” She held out a leather face mask with a zipper in the mouth area.

"That's scaring the crap out of me. Put it back,” he said with a dramatic shudder.

"Oh please, you expect me to believe you, an owner, didn't know this kind of stuff was in here?” She moved to one side, sweeping her hand in front of the contents in her best impersonation of a game show model.

"I know exactly what's in there, Vivian. Take a moment, not all of the items cater to the extreme."

She flashed him a doubting glance before turning her attention back to the contents of the armoire. He was right. There were feathers, fuzzy cuffs, lotions, and small, slim, unintimidating phallic toys mixed in with the ball gags, clampy gadgets, and whips worthy of any slave master.

Viv ran her fingers over a small, velvet-covered paddle while eyeing what she thought were butt plugs. They varied in length and thickness, but each had the telltale shape she'd read about. The thought of Paul inserting one of them into her virgin rear caused her to shudder. Would it be as pleasurable as her favorite authors described? Could she believe that the exuberant cries of the actresses in the movies she watched late at night were from enjoyment, not just a requirement for the job? She lifted a mid-sized plug, testing the weight.

"A bold choice,” Paul whispered against her ear while wrapping his arms around her waist. He slowly untied the sash of her robe and eased it off her shoulders. Viv dropped her arms so the fabric could slide off her body to pool at her feet. Paul pressed against her back and cupped both of her breasts.

"Is it too much? I've never, um..."

"It's perfect darlin',” he said, rolling her nipples between his fingers. “Do you trust me, Vivian?"

"Yes.” She answered without hesitation.

Paul led her to the spanking bench. Little tremors of anticipation raced through her as he adjusted the height.

"Kneel here. Spread your legs as wide as is comfortable.” He attached restraints around her thighs, caressing her skin and dropping kisses along the way. “Now lie forward and hold here.” This part of the apparatus was thickly padded and supported her entire upper body. She grabbed the handles on the front corners. Paul raised the kneeling platform a bit, causing her ass to point farther upwards. Cool air wafted over her heated, exposed pussy. He fastened the wrist cuffs then took a step back. “Magnificent."

Interestingly, that exact descriptive term flitted through her mind as she caught sight of his straining erection. The head was almost purple and glistened with moisture. “A part of me is feeling kind of embarrassed trussed up like this, but it appears you don't hate it.” She wiggled an eyebrow and grinned.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, darlin'. I'm so turned on, I can barely think straight."

He leaned down and kissed her before leaving her line of vision. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek on the bench. She heard a few non-descript rustling noises, then the click of the armoire doors being closed, then absolutely nothing. Viv had no clue where Paul was. Her heart beat wildly as the seconds ticked by. She conjured up an image of what she must look like, causing her clit to throb. She tried to move her hips, and was instantly reminded of the straps holding her legs in place. She was completely at his mercy—open, submissive, another fantasy coming to life.