Shane watched Ben swipe them into the elevator to the penthouse, then swipe the key card again at the entrance to the club. He put his hand on the palm plate before they walked through the mahogany double doors with the discreet brass sign that read “The Black Iris Club - Private.”
“I have a complimentary elevator key because Deb and I have been here a few times and because Dan and J.J. are members. There is a lot of security.”
They entered an elegant foyer with a mahogany reception desk that looked more like the reception area of a law firm than a private sex club. A beautiful painting of an orchid or something hung on the wall over the reception desk. The painting was in black, white, and a bright pink that resembled a woman’s sex parts. Geez. Despite the elegant furniture and painting, it was obvious that this was a sex club. He wondered if he would stand out and how they felt about gays up here. He wasn’t about to ask Ben that question. He would just look, learn, and keep his mouth shut.
His trepidation must have shown because Ben took his arm before he could bolt back between the slowly closing doors of the elevator. “Relax, Shane. Hello, Pamela. We’re guests of J.J. Temple tonight and my girlfriend, Debra, will be joining us later. I believe you have confidentiality documents for Shane Beckett.” The gorgeous receptionist turned to a credenza behind the desk for a manila folder. She put the documents on the counter in front of Shane. He picked them up and quickly scanned the confidentiality language. This is serious shit. He signed the papers. “Funny, I feel like I’m signing my life away.”
Ben laughed. “I felt that way the first time J.J. brought me up here. The confidentiality stuff is to be taken very seriously. This information in the wrong hands could cause people serious trouble. Lives and careers could be ruined.”
“Okay. Let’s go into the dungeon and have a drink at the bar.”
Once they were settled at the beautifully polished hammered-brass bar, Shane began to relax. And then he looked around at his surroundings. Holy Shit! There were naked women and men tied to strange apparatus and chains dropping from the ceiling, all bathed in cones of light coming from recessed fixtures in the commercial warehouse-style ceiling. The walls were painted a dark red and the tall windows seemed to be covered with an anti-reflection film of some kind. “Can people see in here?”
“Well, we are on the twentieth floor, and the windows are covered so I wouldn’t think so.”
“I see. Wow, Ben, this is definitely over the top.”
“Relax, Shane. We’ll order drinks and just look around for a while. If you’re still uncomfortable, you can leave, but I would advise you to tough it out. Invitations to come up here are not given out lightly, and Dan and J.J. both approved the invitation.”
They settled at the bar and ordered two beers. He smiled. Shane was sure the urbane and sophisticated Jack Brown was totally at ease in this elegant sex club.
Shane was amazed to see State’s Attorney, Miguel Gatto, and one of the ASAs, Gabriella Delaveccia, followed closely by Jack Dalton Brown and his wife, BSO Detective Kaylin Gallagher. “J.J. and Chloe are coming by later.” Kaylin was smiling at them.
“I think you all met our new associate, Shane Beckett, at the office Christmas party. It’s his first time up here, and I think he’s still in shock.”
“Take a deep breath, Shane. This can all be a bit overwhelming. It takes a little while to absorb it all. Kaylin was grinning at him. She had a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Thanks. I was feeling a little dazed for sure.”
Jack grinned. “Relax and enjoy, Shane.” He turned to his wife. “Ready for our scene, sub?”
Shane nearly choked again when the beautiful auburn-haired Kaylin dropped to her knees at his feet and said, “Yes, Master.”
Miguel Gatto nodded to Ben and Shane. “Enjoy your evening, gentlemen. We have a theme room booked. Maybe we’ll see you later.” Gabriella Delaveccia followed him walking a pace behind. This was amazing. Shane felt his pecker starting to rise. He wondered what it would be like to kneel at a Master’s feet or follow him into an unknown dungeon.
When they were alone again, Ben turned to him and said, “If you have any questions about what you are seeing just ask. I may not have all the answers since I’m new to this myself, but as I told you at lunch, all the sexual activities you see here are completely consensual. No one is forced to do anything they don’t want to do.”
“Yeah. Okay. I don’t even have a question to ask at the moment.” He glanced toward the door and saw the senior partner of the firm, Dan McGrath walking in with Cordell McAdam. Dan was still in a business suit, but McAdam was wearing tight black leather pants that outlined his generous package with an open black leather vest that framed his rippled abs under a tweed jacket. His dark, wavy hair caught the light and his light green eyes took in everything around him. He had a closely trimmed dark beard that emphasized his handsome, sculpted features.
McGrath walked over to the bar and sat on a stool next to Shane. “Cord, this is Shane Beckett, the young man who is doing the preliminary review of your Sandpiper due diligence. I was telling you about him earlier. Shane, this is Cordell McAdam, our client.”
Shane stood and put out his hand to shake. When the imposing McAdam took his hand in a firm but not crushing grip, he felt a shock zing down his body and electrify his Johnson. OMG. He hoped no one noticed his cock tenting the front of his trousers.
Cord changed to the crop he wore tucked into the top of his boot for a few stinging strokes before he picked up the short tail whip from the top of the credenza where he had laid it. He liked to start play slowly employing many different sensations and degrees of intensity, build up to a crescendo, and then taper off as he brought the sub back down. He walked in front of Shane so that he would see the whip. That always upped a sub’s anxiety level. Cord took an end in each hand and skimmed it up over Shane’s back so that he felt the rough leather abrade his skin. Shane’s eyes had widened, and Cord could feel the nervous energy radiating off his body. He waited a beat when he thought Shane might be about to safe word. When he said nothing, Cord moved around behind him again and waited for the tension to build some more. Then he cracked the whip. The sound bounced off the walls of the room. Shane’s head jerked up and his muscles tensed. Cord brought the whip back and threw the first strikes. He landed a butterfly kiss in the center of each ass cheek. Cord’s control with a whip was legendary in the club. The sensation was that of a light pinch. Shane’s head came up in surprise. Cord knew he had been expecting intense pain. Cord peppered Shane’s back and butt with a barrage of butterfly kisses before he threw one sharp strike across his ass, his signature move. He watched in fascination as Shane’s body began to quiver and his hips bucked in an involuntary reaction to the final white-hot streak. A stream of hot cum spurted from Shane’s cock as a cataclysmic orgasm rolled over his body. Cord should have expected that that reaction from the inexperienced sub and covered his cock with a condom.
When Shane hung quietly from the chains, Cord picked up the beautifully hand-made floggers again. They were matched and perfectly balanced. He slipped the end rings over his middle fingers and gripped the shafts firmly. He began an alternating, twirling Florentine rhythm of double impacts over Shane’s back and butt. Cord was careful to avoid Shane’s internal organs and spine. Finally, he slowed his strokes and brought him back down. Cord could see that he had slipped into subspace. He was going to have to wait for his own satisfaction. Aftercare came first.
Cord removed Shane from the chains and laid him out on the bed. He massaged a soothing chamomile lotion into his skin before he climbed in behind him, pulled him into his chest, wrapped his arms around him, and covered them both with the comforter. He began rocking Shane gently in his arms. He wasn’t sure how long it was before Shane’s eyes had cleared and he’d come out of subspace. Cord was amazed that he had the capacity to go so deep on their first encounter. Now he had to guard against sub drop. Cord kissed Shane’s temple and the back of his neck. Then he just held Shane close for a few more minutes. He smiled to himself. Shane was a newbie and Cord loved the opportunity to paint his own vision on the clean canvas of his BDSM experience. This was his chance to teach Shane to love the lifestyle that he so enjoyed.
Cord reached for condoms on the table near the bed. He rolled one on himself before he attended to Shane. He began playing with Shane’s back door, running his fingers around the puckered rim and stretching the entrance. When he was sure that Shane was fully aware, he squirted out a liberal amount of lube before he slid his ramrod-hard cock into Shane from behind and began a strong, sure, but leisurely stroking. Shane was moaning as he butted his ass back against Cord’s stomach with each stroke asking for more. Cord picked up the pace and was soon ramming into him with the enthusiasm of a man who had been holding back too long.