Uncertainty made my blood pump through my body faster. What if I didn’t want to enter into his world? What if I just didn’t fit in and I did something wrong? It wasn’t just my pride at stake but my job and the strange attraction I felt towards David. If I messed up then my whole life was at risk.
As though he could read my mind he lifted his hand and reached out towards me. “Carrie, stop worrying. You will do just fine.”
I moved to him and let him take my hand. His grip was firm and it made me feel safe. If I was going to do this with anyone, he really was the only one who could make me feel as secure as I did.
He pulled a cell phone from his pocket and dialled a number. “I’m ready for the car now.” His voice was business-like as he spoke into the phone. He ended the call and pushed it back into his pocket.
“We should go.”
I nodded and gathered up my keys and purse. Nerves swam in my stomach. After tonight how would I face him in the office? I followed him out of the apartment and locked the door. I stumbled once on the stairs and it was his strong arm around my waist that prevented me from tumbling down the steps.
All of my liquid courage from earlier had fled and I was left with a slight headache. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to be doing this or not. My legs seemed to have the answer and they carried me forwards and into the large, black car that waited at the curb. When I was settled into the back seat David sat beside me, his hand idly skimming in underneath the leather skirt I wore. He traced patterns across my skin, simultaneously arousing me and making my nerves worse.
We travelled in silence. There was so much that I wanted to ask him but couldn’t. My brain wouldn’t allow my mouth to form the words and I was afraid that if I did open my mouth gibberish would come out.
I watched the scenery scroll by and tried to keep my nerves under control. Sitting in the back of the car in such close proximity to the man who had just recently been inside me made my tummy squirm. Just thinking about what he had done to me made my breath catch in my throat and I fought to regain control of my lungs.
“Relax, Carrie. You’ll do fine.” He squeezed my thigh reassuringly and my breathing very slowly returned to normal. I couldn’t help but wonder if he knew what he did to me. Did he realise that simply from thinking about the pleasure he had brought me mere moments ago was enough to make me forget how to breathe?
The car slowed to a stop in front of a tall dark building. From the outside I couldn’t see anything to indicate that there was anything inside. My curiosity got the better of me and I stepped out of the car quickly. It seemed whatever went on here was kept very quiet.
David followed me and whispered something to the driver. He returned his attention to me and placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the large dark doors.
A security pad sat on the wall and David swiftly entered a code. A small beep emitted from it and the door popped open. He never said a word to me as he ushered me inside and down the stairs that lay directly in front of the door. I looked up to my right and another staircase caught my eye. It wound upwards into the building but to what I did not know.
“Where does that staircase go?” I asked, pointing to the one off to the side.
“To the play rooms and some bedrooms. Some people like to share their submissives, others simply want an audience.”
I swallowed hard. Sex with David was one thing, letting him share me with his friends was a different matter altogether.
“David, I’m not sure this is a good idea...”
My words were cut off as he grabbed my wrist and spun me against the wall. The brick was cold against my exposed flesh but it reminded me of what he had done to me earlier and I grew wet.
“When you’re with me it is not your job to decide what is a good idea and what isn’t. I decide what happens. I’m the one in control, Carrie. You won’t come to any harm, I promise you that. But you must learn to trust me.”
He wrapped his large hand around my throat and squeezed gently. I knew that if he wanted to he could keep tightening his grip until all the air left my lungs and I passed out. He let his other hand wander down to the slit in the leather skirt. Once there he slipped his hand beneath the material and traced his fingers against my wet pussy.
I was turned on. I couldn’t deny it. The fact that he was far more powerful than me, that he controlled me, dominated me, made my knees weak and my cunt wet. In that moment I knew that whatever he asked of me I would do it.
My senses returned to me then. What was I doing? Had I lost all of my mind? As though he could sense my indecision, David released me. He strode away from me down the stairs without a backwards glance leaving me alone in the dark hall.
“I won’t force you, Carrie. Either you want all that I offer or you don’t. Your choice.” His words bounced back up to me. I listened as a door opened and music poured out onto the staircase. Once it clicked shut, silence crawled back around me and I was left alone with my thoughts.
Did I want what he could offer me? What exactly was it that he was offering me, anyway? Doubt reared its ugly head and I did my best to crush it down inside. I took one step back up the stairs and paused. I had come this far, shouldn’t I at least see what David was offering?
Squaring my shoulders, I started down the stairs. My heart thumped so loudly in my chest I was sure it would break through my ribcage and flop down the stairs in front of me. Reaching the heavy looking black doors I tried to calm my nerves. It was now or never. If I didn’t go in now I would leave and never come back. Part of me wanted to turn and run back up the stairs. But when had I become so afraid? When had I become a coward? The thought spurred me on and I flung open the door.
The music washed over me and sucked me in. The heavy beat reminded me of the way David had felt as he thrust into me, with our heavy breathing, moans of ecstasy, and tangled limbs as he fucked me senseless. Music had always evoked such strong emotions within me. But this was much more than just a feeling. Arousal trickled down the inside of my legs as I scanned the crowd.
My body trembled as I searched for the one man who could make everything alright. If I could just find him then he would set me at ease. This was his scene, not mine.
Handsome men in expensive suits populated the room. I could almost smell the money. Women in various states of undress sat on or beside the men. David hadn’t been lying when he had said I would be wearing the most clothes.
A man sat on a large chair nearest to me. A young woman was draped across his lap. She appeared to be naked, except for the silver chain that was loped over her waist and dipped down between the curve of her ass. The man was deep in conversation with another man but his fingers were idly playing and tugging at the silver chain. Every so often she would lift her head and cry out as the man slapped her arse hard enough to leave finger marks. He would then tug on the silver chain and the woman’s expression would once again dissolve back into contented bliss.