The girls are in bed when I leave the house in my matte Ferrari, I slow down as I near the entrance of the club, honking in response to the greetings of the bulky security men. They let me in without a second glance to park at my usual spot, my hands tighten around the steering, I exhale without stepping out.
Twentieth of September. I look away from the date on my phone, wishing the lines will blur and my memory will fade but today is not my lucky day.
Today makes it five years since Elna and I separated. I slip out of the car, step into the club through the secret entrance for the owner. My eyes adjust to the narrow, dim-lit corridor, a few naked bodies with masks protecting their identities sashay past me. I dismiss their greeting, dodging bodies until I arrive at the front of my playroom-cum-office. I take in a deep breath, rolling my shoulders to loosen the tension.
Colognes mixed with the different smells thick in the air tickle my nostrils, I fiddle with the bunch until I find the right key. The sound of the switch going off echoes in the dark, light conquers the darkness, I take another step in and I am faced with memories from before Elna. I don’t want to be here but it feels good to be back. This feels like home, when I didn’t have to care about anyone but my arrogant self.
The bass from the speakers booming on the ground floor has the walls vibrating. I slump on the couch, using my arm to shield my eyes from the light as I throw my legs over the armrest. Sometimes, I come to supervise but the operations run without my physical presence. Seconds roll into minutes, I pull out my phone to check the surveillance cameras and the video of a figure kneeling on the stage fills my screen.
A display is about to take place. I should join the audience but I can still hear El’s complaints about the pain meted to the sub. I swipe to the next video. The bar is bustling with activities, a few familiar faces come into view. I chuckle. Different calibres of people frequent this place—the respected, the good, the bad and the ugly. As soon as you walk through the doors, titles take a backseat and fetishes hold the wheels. We cater to everyone’s dirty desires but looking at the crowd, there’s no one to cater to mine.
The male bartender attends to a few guests, my cock twitches when two half-naked ladies climb on the counter to kiss. Cheers and applause follow from the onlookers, a beefy hand descends heavily on the white girl’s ass, her skin pinks and she erupts in giggles, dragging the other girl’s head down to briefly shove her tongue down her throat. Her partner, the brown-skinned remains on her knees, the man in suit grabs her head, her mouth twitches as his grip on her long hair tightens but she remains composed.
His meaty hand cups one of her boobs, my dick throbs when she swipes her tongue over her lip and her partner, on instruction, slides a finger into her thong. Her head falls back, revealing the delicate column of her throat, I swallow tight. I want to fill my cock and seed inside her mouth. Pump into her until she’s sore and unable to talk. She’s not El, she can never be but they share the same skin tone and body type.
I peek at their necks, no collars. They can go to anyone for the night. Moving to the corner of the room with my desk and a telephone, I dial the manager. His heavy breathing floats into my ear after the click.
“The girls at the bar,” I say into the mouthpiece without waiting for him to speak, “send them up.”
Music comes on from the speakers hidden in the corner, I set a playlist of slow songs, dim the lights and leave the curtains closed to maintain the dark ambience. After setting the air-conditioner to a certain degree, I recline on the sofa with my hands dangling over the back of the furniture. I am ready to play.
The low centre table catches my eyes, older images flood my vision, desire slithers through me and I look away. Cuffs, whips, clamps, ropes, paddles and many more should have been on the table. The point of having this place to myself is to fuck the subs as I please. There used to be a bed occupying the spot of the office table but it’s gone. Beds often give them an impression of gentleness when I am only here for raw, intense fucking. Something I haven’t gotten to do with another woman since I got married.
I spare a look at this place designed to suit me, gaze lingering on the pole and the dark curtains blending with the walls. Rubbing my palms over my knees, I sigh softly. Tonight, I fear I might return to old habits.
A soft knock sounds on the door, I let them knock twice before ushering them in. Already accustomed to the dimness, I cross my legs as their eyes scan the near dark room before flipping the switch behind the sofa. The overhead light illuminates only the sofa I am perched on, I hide my face in the shadow for another minute, relishing in the fear etched on their faces. They cling to each other like I will hurt them, maybe I will but with my dick. I lean forward so the light catches my face and their shoulders visibly sag.
“Come,” I tell the brown-skinned girl, she takes a tentative step forward and stops in front of me without meeting my gaze. “What is your name?” I ask, indifferent but tired of addressing her by her skin colour.
Her hair curtains her face, she clears her throat, gaze fixated on the rug as it should be. “Mel.”
“Your partner?”
“Amber.”
Amber squirms under my gaze, even with her head cast down my stare still affects her. Her breasts spot red marks from slaps, I lick my lips. It will be fun to whip her with a studded belt, cover every inch of her pale skin with welts, then bend her over the table and rip her ass apart. My dick reacts positively to the images my dark thoughts evoke, I unzip my fly, freeing the eager man tucked in my briefs.
“Do you have a safe word?” Her head bobs, I make lazy circles around my cock. “What is it?”
“Peach.”
“Both of you?”
“Yes.”
On my command, Mel kneels between my legs. I hook a finger under her jaw, she tilts her head without meeting my eyes and I trace her brown lips with the crown of my shaft. She has beautiful lips like Elna.
I shut my eyes to ward off the similarities becoming more obvious with each prolonged glance at Mel. Lips, breasts, silky hair and legs for days. Mel whimpers when my fingertips brush the pasty covering her nipple and I hesitate to yank it off. Taking another long breath, I shove thoughts of El out of my mind.
She cheated first.
She kissed T, sent him nude selfies, had phone sex, then she betrayed me.
She denied my chance with Brianna.
Without warning, I shove Mel’s head down, impaling her mouth on my dick. She struggles a bit but soon finds her bearing, her tongue circles my dick, twirling around the thick, veiny flesh and I moan softly. Her teeth graze my cock, she licks her way up to the tip and back down to suck my balls. Shocks of pleasure zap my spine, I hold her head in place. Again. I want her to do it again. It has been too long since another woman touched me, too long since I had anything other than my fingers wrapped around my manhood.
Mel’s head bounces on my pulsing dick, my hips jerk forward, I thrust deeper into her mouth until I hit the base of her throat, watching her choke on it. Spit trickles down the corners of her lips, her hair sticks to her sweaty temples and I shake my head when she attempts to wrap her hands around my balls.
No hands. I only need her mouth, that pretty mouth taking my dick like the good submissive she is.
“Amber,” I whisper, the brunette scrambles to a stop behind Mel. “Grab her hands behind her.”
Dropping to her knees, Amber does as I instructed, locking Mel’s hands in a firm grip. I raise Mel’s head and slam my dick into her mouth again, pressing my fingers to her cheeks to keep that slick hole open for me to fuck as hard as I please. Pressure builds in my stomach, Mel’s moves become sloppy with each pump and I slap her cheek gently. She picks the pace, baths my cock with her spit and inhales my whole length. I snarl as my erection lodges comfortably inside her throat, sliding in and out of her mouth.
El can’t deep-throat like this.
Fuck, not me thinking about that woman again. I clench my eyes shut, grab a fistful of Mel’s hair. Against her whimpers and muffled moans, I shove her head down, deeper until my balls are half-way into her mouth. Her eyes water when I allow her a gulp of fresh air, tears trickle out the corners of her eyes and she sucks the air greedily. I stroke her cheek, count to three then push her head down again to continue.
My muscles tense, my cock throbs with the need to explode in her mouth and I ease my grip on her hair to massage her throat. Without pulling out, I caress the slight bulge made by my cock wedged inside her. The door pushes open, our movements falter but Mel and Amber stay put. The music drowns the click of heels against the rug, all the ceiling lights come on and my gaze finally darts to our uninvited guest.