Dan looked up from the file on his desk as J.J. dropped down in the chair across from him. It was almost the end of their second month in the new space. “How’s it going?”
“Pretty good. I can’t believe Nola and Linda have finally gotten us organized. There are only a few more boxes of files to be put away, but that’s it. Thank goodness that we moved into space that was already set up.”
“Great. What do you need?
“Nothing. I’m going upstairs to the private club in the penthouse for a drink after work. Do you want to come? I’ve already cleared it with Jack Brown.”
“I could use a drink.” He shook his head. “J.J., to be truthful, I don’t know how I am going to get past this depression I’ve been battling—how am I going to divorce Anne Marie from my heart and soul since I divorced Antoinette Marie legally from my life?”
“Dan, I know you have been struggling, and I have a suggestion. It has to do with the club in the penthouse.” He watched Dan’s face for any sign of understanding. When there was none, he continued. “The club is a little unusual. I guess I have to explain.”
“What do you mean unusual?”
Dan could see the hesitation in J.J.’s face. “The club upstairs is private, members only, and it’s a BDSM club.”
“BDSM stands for Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, and Sadomasochism. The members of the club have rather exotic sexual tastes. It is also sometimes referred to as the ‘lifestyle.’”
“What? Jack Dalton Brown has a sex club in the penthouse of his building?”
“Yes. Exactly. But not just a club. There is a dungeon and private theme rooms, a bar, a kitchen for special events, locker rooms, and showers. It’s very luxurious. He also sometimes has private classes in different aspects of the lifestyle—like bondage, discussion groups regarding the ethics, theory and practice of dominance and submission, and safety rules, the use of various toys—different things like that.”
“Classes? I’m starting to sound like a cartoon character. Are you telling me that you’re a member of this club?”
“Yes, I’m a member and so are some other people you know, but I can’t disclose who they might be because everyone who goes in has to sign confidentiality agreements. You would have to sign before you could go past the reception area.”
“You must have a reason for telling me this, J.J. What are you trying to say?”
“Just that I think you might benefit from a new perspective. It might be a way to power past your current emotional impasse. It’s a way to feel less helpless in relationships. Come up and take a look around. See if it appeals to you, and maybe sign up for a class.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for something like that.” He was astonished. J.J. was a member of a sex club? “So, you’re saying this BDSM might help me control the women in my life?”
“Hell, no, but it’s a lot of fun to try. Just come up and take a look around. You don’t have to participate or sign up for anything right now. Just be prepared to keep an open mind and remember that everyone up there wants to be up there. It is all completely consensual. The watch words of the lifestyle are ‘safe, sane, and consensual.’ No one is forced to participate, and the use of a safe word will stop any activity in its tracks, no matter how extreme it may seem to you.”
“Now you’ve piqued my curiosity. I’ll go up for a drink, no guarantee that I’ll stay.”
“Fair enough. See you at five thirty. We’ll go up together.”
He kissed down her neck and nuzzled into the fairly low-cut neckline of her dress where his firm lips caught hold of her distended nipples through the lace of her bra. It wasn’t a slut dress by any means, but it didn’t seem to have the power to slow him down. The feeling was like a bolt of electricity shooting from her nipples to her clit. He reached down, opened his fly, and freed his steel-hard cock. He quickly donned a condom. He boosted her butt up, and she found her legs wrapped around his hips. Before she knew it he was sheathed in her hot, wet pussy.
He held her braced against the door with one arm while he used his other hand to work her clit. He kissed her hard and began to stroke with enthusiasm. The man can multitask. Good to know. His hot cock sent shivers through her body. She was ready to explode. She watched the play of emotions cross his expressive face as his hard cock pounded into her. She wasn’t sure what he was feeling, who he was fucking. She sure hoped it was her.
He was definitely hitting her sweet spot, and she was ready to fly. She felt his cock jerk inside her, and her pussy pulsed around him, milking his shaft for all she was worth on every withdrawal. Finally, she could hold back no longer, and she exploded with exquisite pleasure as he blasted into her with an explosive climax. When he had pumped all he had into her, her head dropped down on his shoulder, and he finally let her legs fall to the floor. He held her up while she recovered. It had definitely been too freaking long since she had been so well fucked.
He disposed of the condom in the small bath beneath the stairs. “Now we can take it upstairs.”
“Good idea.” She was breathless. She took his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom.
“I’m sorry if I was rough and too rushed, Nikki. All of a sudden all my good intentions flew out the window.”
“Dan, don’t apologize for making me come like a house on fire. That is always a good thing, and it was about time. I was beginning to think you didn’t really want to be with me.” She had actually been concerned that his desire to take it slow meant he wasn’t really that interested. Apparently she had been wrong if the up-against-the-door sex was anything to go by.
“Nikki, don’t ever think that. I was just trying to give us both time to adjust to the situation.”
“I think we’re adjusted.” She pulled back the white coverlet on her big, mahogany bed. She turned to him, and he was bearing her down to the bed for round two.
“Do you think we can take our clothes off this time?”
“Good idea.” He pulled her dress off over her head, stripped her panties down to her ankles, and unhooked the front closure of her lacy bra. The man was on a mission. Then he stripped out of his own clothes and rejoined her on the bed.
“Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am isn’t my usual style. I don’t know what’s gotten into me.”
She giggled. “Well, I know who has gotten into me.”
He rolled on top of her and settled into the V of her thighs. He kissed her mouth with leisurely thoroughness before slowly coasting his hot mouth down her chest toward her pussy. She knew where he was headed, and she couldn’t wait. Finally, his mouth closed over her clit, and she thought she’d blast through the roof. Her hips were beginning to pump uncontrollably in rhythm with his mouth. He eased off.
“I want to make it last this time.”