Elena
In all the times I have been to The Wicked Horse, I have never met someone in the first-floor lobby. Even though an evening at the club pretty much guarantees a fuck, there’s still work to be put in to meet and match up with someone who can fulfill the desired fantasies. That means socializing and talking beforehand.
Tonight, it’s not necessary, which makes it feel a little bit like an arranged date. I hate to think of it that way since nothing about tonight resembles a traditional date. We’re certainly not going to be having extended conversation while trying to get to know each other. Let’s face it… we know all we need to at this point.
We are well matched in our sexual chemistry and needs.
The Wicked Horse sits on the forty-sixth floor of the Onyx Casino in downtown Vegas. There is a private elevator that runs from the first-floor lobby straight up to the sex club and I stand near it waiting for my “date” to arrive.
So weird to even think of him as a date. I don’t even know his name. Only that he’s a neurosurgeon. I suppose I could address him as “doctor,” but that seems weird.
Admittedly, I am beyond excited and nervous at the same time. I honestly did not think I would hear from the man again. There was something about the way he’d left Jorie’s party last night that clearly stated he wasn’t interested. Sure, he tried to hook up with me, but because it wasn’t on his exact terms, he’d moved on. I’d been disappointed, but I didn’t think he felt much of anything about our ships passing in the night.
I glance at my watch, my entire body buzzing with anticipation. It almost feels like I’ve been roofied. Not that I would know what it felt like, but I can suspect since I feel overly primed to have this man fuck me again.
Inside my small purse, my phone chimes with a text. The handbag is a simple black silk number that matches the black dress I’m wearing. It’s sexy but also elegant, which is the expected dress code for The Wicked Horse.
I reach in and nab my phone, flipping to the text screen to see what Jorie wrote.
I am officially three days late on my period.
I put my purse under my arm to hold it tucked against my ribs, which frees my hands so I can respond. What? Are you serious?
I hit send, waiting only a moment before she replies. Yes!!!
I go dizzy with giddiness that Jorie might be pregnant. I’m not surprised she would share this with me, even though three days late doesn’t prove anything. But we have the deep, abiding bond of trust between us. Being besties will never change, which means we share even the tiniest of thrills, hopes, and expectations.
Which causes a twinge of guilt I’m getting ready to meet the mysterious man from her party last night, and I haven’t even told her about it. For some reason, I want to keep this experience to myself, at least for tonight. And it’s because he is so different from any other man I have been with. In fact, I’m walking into this evening fully expecting it might not end up as great as last time. If that ends up the case, I’m going to be disappointed. But I’m not ready to share the possible let down with Jorie, so I haven’t mentioned anything. I don’t want her to get all hopeful I might find something special the way she did.
Before I can respond, Jorie texts again. I’ve got to go. Walsh and I are headed out to the drugstore for a pregnancy test and some late-night ice cream. Love you.
I sent her a quick text back. Love you, too. Good luck. Let me know results asap.
She blows me a kiss with an emoji, and I smile.
As I turn off my phone, a pair of black dress shoes come into my line of vision. I slowly lift my head. Standing before me is my date, and he looks even better than I remembered.
He’s wearing a light gray designer suit complete with matching vest and accessorized with a white dress shirt and pale pink tie. Like last night, his hair is slightly mussed, yet his beard is perfectly trimmed. I wonder what it would feel like between my legs?
He lets his dark eyes run down my body, and I feel a moment of triumph when I see them heat up. When his eyes lock onto mine, he remains stoically silent. It’s awkward because I would usually expect a compliment over how I look at this point.
My heart sinks a moment, wondering if he is going to be awkward or shy, a complete juxtaposition to his commanding ways our first time together. I absolutely don’t want to have to lead. It’s why the fantasy app had matched us to begin with—I want someone I can submit to who will have absolute control over me. I don’t want to have to be the idea person, the seductress, the vixen who will rock his world.
I mean… I want to rock his world, but I want him to rock mine in return. That’s what he did for me the other night.
I want it again.
I’m startled when he grabs my hand, then turns me toward the elevator. “I’ve been thinking all day about what I want to do to you.”
His voice is deep, dark, and rumbling with pent-up desire. A pleasurable cramp hits me straight between my legs. Instantly, I feel a rush of wetness just from those words. It’s not a compliment about how I look tonight, but rather how I’ve affected him since our first encounter, which is much better.
I don’t respond because I don’t feel there’s any need. Instead, I intend to follow and comply obediently with whatever he wants to do.
I follow him into the elevator and when we emerge at the hostess podium, he gives a curt nod to the woman before he leads me through The Social Room. It’s where I’d ordinarily start my evening by having a drink or two to relax and meet prospects.
I’m led into another small lobby that has several hallways leading from it. Turning to the right, he heads straight for The Apartments.
This surprises me. I thought he might want to exercise control over me in a more public way. I had envisioned him putting me in the stocks or maybe on a St. Andrew’s cross in The Silo. The glassed-in rooms are the perfect place to exhibit kink for everyone to see.
Once inside The Apartments, he leads me to the same private room we were in last week. Except when he opens the door, I’m stunned to find it looks completely different. The bed, which I’d laid on as I’d allowed him to pour hot wax over me, is gone, and instead, there’s a black leather harness suspended from the ceiling. There are so many straps I can’t even comprehend how it works. Beside it, there’s a thick cable that appears to hold a remote control to maneuver the contraption.
I can feel my nipples go tight against the material of my dress as this is something new. I’ve never been suspended in any kind of contraption, and I’m going to be helpless as I hang there. Glancing around the room, I see a rolling metal cabinet with three drawers. Past that, there’s nothing else to see.
He drops my hand, then moves to the cabinet. Opening the top drawer, he withdraws the same red silk blindfold I’d had on the night before.
Turning, he holds it out to me. “Get naked and put this on.”
There is no doubt I will do exactly as he says. I saunter up, then take the blindfold from him. He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes as I shimmy out of my dress. His nostrils flare when he sees I’m not wearing anything under it.
“Leave the shoes on,” he commands.
I push the stretchy material of my dress down past my hips along my legs, then step out of it without managing to wobble once in my extremely high heels.
To my surprise, he moves toward me, taking the blindfold out of my hands.
“Turn around,” he orders gruffly.
I comply, feeling him step in close, then I’m plunged into darkness as he ties the red silk around my eyes.
I gasp when he reaches around and pinches my nipple lightly, causing my hips to fly back into him. Blind, I can only imagine what is going to happen. I’m not prepared when one strong hand goes to my hip and the other brings his cane around to where he gently rubs it across my naked pussy. Moaning, I try to press into him, but then he’s gone and I’m all alone in the dark.
I stand there, wobbly and uncertain, listening intently for anything to give me a hint as to what he’ll do next. Part of the excitement is not knowing. For all I know, there’s a flogger in that cabinet that he could use to redden my skin soon.
But all I hear is a click, then some whirring. Footsteps pad toward me, then his hands are on my shoulders guiding me forward a few steps until he halts my progress.
With a series of soft commands, he starts to put me into the contraption.
“Raise your right leg.”
“Lift your arms.”
“Squat down just a tiny bit so I can get this strap on.”
Every single maneuver binds me tighter into the contraption. I feel swaths of leather crisscrossing all over my body. Several down my legs, under my ass, across my back.
Snaps click into place, and the swish of leather into buckles sounds. I also hear him.
His heavy breathing gets more labored as he binds me into the harness. What I wouldn’t give right now to feel how hard he is…
“There,” he murmurs, and it’s a word of completion filled with satisfaction. There’s admiration in his tone for how I must look right now.
Helpless and at his mercy.
I can hear him—no, feel him—as he steps in closer to me, and I’m stunned when his lips brush softly across mine. For some reason, I didn’t think kissing would be part of our rendezvous tonight, but just as quickly, he’s gone once again. A waft of air floats across my body as he steps away, and I strain to listen.
There’s a click, then I’m being hoisted ever so slowly into the air. I go to my tiptoes, but then my feet are off the ground. Strips of leather support me under my ass as well as across my upper back, keeping me from flipping upside down. He’d secured my hands together at the wrist, then locked them onto what feels like a bar above my head.
Another click and a whirring of gears, and I’m stunned as the numerous straps tied from my upper thighs down to my ankles start to pull my legs apart obscenely.
I go up, up, up and still… the movements pull my legs farther apart, stretching them to capacity.
Another click and I stop, swaying gently back and forth.
I’m surprisingly comfortable except for the fact he’s splayed me open. I can’t stop the flush of embarrassment heating my cheeks.
In the utter silence, I start to quiver in a mixture of fear and anticipation. Is pain coming? Pleasure?
Nothing prepares me for the utter warmth that covers my pussy. It takes me a moment to realize his mouth is on me, his intent to destroy me orally. I have no clue how high I am, nor how his body is positioned, but he seems to be in absolute control as he holds nothing back.
His arms come underneath me, grabbing onto the straps just under my butt to prevent the harness from swaying. Holding me in place and using the leverage of my immobility, he plunges his tongue deep inside of me. He groans—either in satisfaction over the way I taste, that I’m completely helpless and at his mercy, or both.
The pleasure is so intense I start gasping and moaning. He licks and fucks me with his tongue. His teeth bite gently before he sucks hard on my clit. He is relentless in this pleasurable torture, and I come exquisitely hard after only a few moments, the force of the orgasm tearing through me and causing me to shriek.
He doesn’t stop, though. Just voraciously attacks me with his mouth again. He brings a hand to my pussy, plunging his fingers in. One, two, and sometimes even three. I am so wet, and he’s drawing reactions from my body I’ve never given to anyone else.
A finger slides across sensitive skin to my ass before probing gently. Just as he lashes at my clit with his powerful tongue, he presses his long finger into my most forbidden place.
As I wail from the sensations, another orgasm hits me hard as he continues to eat me. Powerful ripples of ecstasy rocket through my body, making me delirious.
Tears slip from the corners of my eyes, running along my temples, and I imagine them splashing to the floor.
Damn that feels so good. I want to stay lost in this moment forever.
It barely penetrates but what sounds like a remote control clicks, then I can feel the contraption lowering me. As I drop downward, his mouth stays locked onto my wet flesh and he continues to pleasure my over-sensitized flesh with his tongue.
Another click.
His mouth is gone, and he rotates me. Flips me. My stomach rolls slightly even though the machine moves at a snail’s pace. I think I might be facing the floor now, but I’m not sure.
After another click, the straps start tightening to draw my legs slightly inward again.
I’m startled when I feel my knees press into the cool tile floor, then my torso with my arms stretched out in front of me. I turn my face, pressing my cheek onto the smooth floor.
The harness stops moving and before I know it, I can feel him kneeling at my backside as he uses his hands to push my legs slightly apart. He tips my ass into the air, then his hands are on my buttocks.
I groan when I feel the fat head of his cock pressing into my pussy. He grips me by the hips hard as he plunges in so deeply it makes me cry out.
It could be minutes or hours. All I know is he relentlessly pummels me from behind, and it’s the best thing I have ever felt in my life. Bound in leather, held helplessly to the floor, and impaled on this mysterious man’s erection, I know there is something special between us.
A third orgasm starts brewing deep inside, and the man sounds like an animal with his grunts and groans as he fucks me so hard my teeth are rattling.
I explode once again in pleasure, feeling my inner muscles locking tight and he feels it, too.
“Fuck, yeah,” he growls in praise as he plants himself deep inside of me.
Like he did the first night, he roars out his satisfaction as he unloads inside of me, his fingers digging so deep into my ass muscles there will be bruises tomorrow. Something about his release is so animalistic it connects to something deep inside I’ve never shared before.
I want to bring out the animal in this man. Revel in it.
He collapses onto me, his torso pressing into my back. At this point, I realize he’s still fully clothed as his hips continue to rock into me while he pants slightly from the exertion.
I feel him shift, then his lips are at my jaw. He doesn’t kiss me, but I can feel his whiskers rubbing against my skin in an almost affectionate way.
“I have a proposition for you,” he murmurs through the haze of waning lust.
I’m still panting, feeling the remaining tremors of my own orgasm pulse through me. “What’s that?”
“Let me buy you a thirty-day membership here,” he says, and I cannot deny the pull of the seductiveness in his tone. “Give me exclusivity for thirty days. Be at my beck and call whenever I want.”
And that’s it. His offer. Fuck him exclusively for thirty days here at The Wicked Horse. Whenever he wants.
I don’t need to think about it. Sure, it will be hard since I work long hours and live in Henderson, but it doesn’t matter. “Okay,” I quickly reply before he can change his mind.
“Okay.” He exhales on what sounds to be a relieved sigh, and it makes me smile.
“I’m Elena by the way,” I say.
“Benjamin,” he murmurs.