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Nicki
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IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS of sneaking around with Diesel. We have made the transition from friends with benefits to boyfriend and girlfriend. We do everything together, from food shopping to laundry. We’ve been on a couple of dates, and our conversations never seem to end.
We are comfortable with each other enough that we can discuss anything and everything, until now.
“So, what do you want to do on our night off?” he asks, putting the coffee into the cabinet. I grab the mail off the table and unveil my new book. I hold up M. Robinson’s Second Chance Contract and wiggle my eyebrows. “Reading sounds good.”
“Is that another porn book?” He asks. I laugh. “There is romance in every story I read from my favorite authors.” He fake coughs, “bullshit, every part you have read to me is about sex. Face it. It's porn.” I laugh, “It is not!” Okay, maybe some scenes are described in detail, but they all have a great storyline. What does he know!
I consider what I’ve really been wanting and wonder what he is going to think of me after I ask. So, before I talk myself out of asking, I blurt it out, “I want to go to one of those clubs.”
The cabinet closes, and he turns to face me. “What clubs?” He leans against the counter with his butt and crosses his arms. Embarrassed, I glance to the floor.
“Oh no. Do not shut down on me.” He walks over, placing both arms on either side of me and trapping me against the counter, “Nicki, look at me,” he demands, and I’d be lying if my insides didn’t immediately ignite.
We haven’t had any type of sex since we’ve been back from Vegas, and God, I’m in need.
My eyes spring to his. I lick my lips and swallow. “Sir?” comes out in a whisper. The side of his mouth curves slightly. “You want to play?” His hand comes to the side of my face, and he outlines my cheekbone and trails down my neck, where he leans down and kisses. I swear I’m becoming a puddle of mush, “yes, please, sir.” I whimper.
He steps away, “Be dressed and ready by nine, and in my truck by nine ten.” He abandons me, leaving me wanting so much and nervous at the same time. I rushed up the stairs to our bedroom. What do I wear, where will he take me? Am I crazy for wanting to learn more? What if I can’t handle what I’m asking for?
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Diesel
She wants to learn more about it, so I'll show her. I call the club and gain access to a private room with onlookers. If anything is going to have her tucking her tail and running away, it will be tonight. It’s all or nothing, and it’s time I see what her boundaries are.
Don’t get me wrong, going on dates and spending all our time together has been good for us, but she needs to know all of it. The good, the really good, and the limits I have. I do not share well.
I throw my towel on the back of the toilet and get into the shower. After I’m cleaned, I climb out and wrap it around my waist. I push the blow dryer onto the high position, fix my messy top, and dry the sides and my scruffy mustache and beard.
I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I am a little giddy. When I walk into the bedroom, Nicki is standing in front of the full-length mirror. Her black spaghetti strapped dress leaves nothing to the imagination. I clear my throat, grabbing her attention.
She twirls, “is this okay?” I nod and pull open the closet to grab my black jeans, black button-up shirt, and black steel-toe construction boots. She exits the room while I dress and check myself in the mirror. I take some time to mentally digest that she is willing to dabble into something I’ve kept to myself for years. Playtime has always been with someone I’d hook up with at the club, never with anyone I cared about. This is going to be challenging for both of us.
I pull my phone from the nightstand and open the Kindle app. If she is willing to try something of mine, maybe I should try something of hers. I searched the Zon for Second Chance Contract by M. Robinson. With a quick press on the one-click, it is downloaded to my reading app. I’ll read it and see what fascinates her so much.
I descend the stairs and glance down at my watch. It’s five after nine. I walk through the house, but Nicki is nowhere to be seen. Grabbing my keys off the counter, I make my way to the front door and lock up behind me. Nicki is already sitting, buckled, and ready to go when I get into the truck.
“You ready?” I pull at my seatbelt, and she nods. “Tonight, you speak. You tell me everything you see. Everything you feel. Honesty is key. Do you remember the safe word?” I start the truck.
“Yes.” I turn to my right, “say it.” She swallows hard, “fubar.”
“At any time, or any place you feel uncomfortable, stressed, or hurt, you say that word, and everything comes to a halt. Got it.” She nods, “I understand, just nervous.” I take her hand in mine, “Thank you for giving it a try. At any point, we can leave. Trust me?” She leans in and kisses my cheek, “With all of me.”
With those words, she is trusting me to fulfill a fantasy. She has mentioned here and there her interest in learning more or participating. Tonight, she is my wife.
It takes only twenty-five minutes to get to the club. From the outside, you’d never know. “It’s in here.” I help Nicki from the truck and pull her in for a kiss before taking her hand.
“Wait, are you sure?” I stop and turn to her, and she nods.
It’s me.
I’m not sure if I am ready for this. I take a deep breath, “Okay, panties off.”
Her eyes fill with mischief as her hand lowers and disappears up her dress. One leg then the other, and she takes the lace material and shoves it in my shirt pocket.
“Nicki, tonight is definitely going to be interesting,” I tell her as my body tightens and my stomach does tumble saults. She tries to hold in the giggle, but it escapes, and it is music to my ears. We walk hand in hand to the elevator. Once inside, I press the B, which will take us to the basement where the club is. The doors open, and Nicki wraps her arm around mine and squeezes, clinging to my side. The guards stand in the hall while we walk through the neon lights and into the main room.
Half-naked people everywhere. I see Jay behind the center bar and maneuver around the room to make our way there to start. His eyes go wide when he notices who is with me, “Diesel, Nicki, what can I get you tonight?” Seeing her turn a beautiful red has my hand twitching. “No need to be embarrassed. It’s all fun and games here. What happens within these walls stays here.”
“I’m. I’m just curious,” she tries to avoid eye contact with Jay. “Nothing wrong with that,” he says as he places two beers on the bar and excuses himself.
“I need to apologize; I didn’t realize seeing him would make you uncomfortable.” I pull her hand to my lips and kiss her, “It’s okay. They all think I’m a big slut anyway.”
Upset with how she sees herself, I pull her closer to my side, “You are not a slut, you know what you want, and you go for it. Nothing wrong with that.” She looks into my eyes, “kind of like you,” she says with a smile and sits on the stool, breaking contact, becoming the strong independent woman I’ve come to adore.
“We’ll observe, and in about thirty minutes, we’ll play. Are you okay?” She crosses her legs, wraps her fingers around the neck of the beer bottle, and shifts. She swivels back and forth with one elbow on the bar until she stops. Her mouth opens slightly as I follow her line of sight. Two women kissing and fingering each other on a couch in the corner have her licking her lips. A man walks up behind the one and joins.
“Watching is an aphrodisiac. I’m wet.” She says, sliding off the stool to stand in front of me, leaning her sweet little ass against me. “It can be,” I whisper and place a gentle kiss under her earlobe. I'm thick and hard after a few moments of her rubbing against me. I grab the bottle from her hand and place it on the bar, “It’s almost time.” I admit, and slide my hand down her side, to her hip and place a firm grip on her thigh. She leans her head back on my shoulder, swings her left arm over her head, around my neck, and pulls me in for a kiss.
“Now.” I turn her and grab her hand, pulling her toward one of the rooms off to the side. The neon lights are dull but illuminate enough to see. In the middle of the room is a satin sheeted bed, restraints on each post, and on the side is a blindfold, flogger, dildo, and clamps.
“Mrs. McCormick, may I take you to new heights?” I hold out my hand for hers, leading her to the stage. Or should I say bed? She sits in the middle, and I stand before her. “You look beautiful tonight,” I cup her chin in my hand and blow her a kiss.
Her hand makes its way to cup my bulge, and I’m ready.
“Lie back and spread wide. Arms and legs.” She hurries to the middle of the bed and does exactly what I commanded. While doing so, she realizes others have entered the room. I grab the blindfold and show it to her, and she nods. I pull it over her head, but I do not cover her eyes. She watches two women release the restraints from the head post, allowing the chains to drop on the bed. Three men approach her feet. Her breathing becomes erratic. She squirms with excitement. “Can they stay?” I ask for her permission, and she nods, “and play? You need to use your words.” She looks at them, then to me, “yes.”
I nod, giving permission. The women take their hands into theirs and begin to kiss, then lick their way across her skin, placing them in the fur-lined buckles. The gentlemen do the same, licking from behind the knee down to her heel while tightening the leather straps around her ankles. She looks to each corner and then directly into my soul. “But I need you,” she says. I nod.
“One hour,” I tell her and lower the blindfold over her eyes. I tell them to undress her as I take a step back and admire her beautiful body. When they finish and back away, waiting for more instruction, I drop to my knees and bury my face in her sweet pussy. It doesn’t take long before I have her coming for the first time with just my mouth. Pushing off the bed, I grab the large feather and walk around the bed, touching her here and there, playing with her nipples, lips, hips, and most sensitive areas. She squirms and moans as one man works his way along her side and to her breast. He looks to me for permission. It is not granted.
I take an ice cube from a glass and circle it around her nipple, then the other. Giving her breasts the attention they are begging for, I warn, “I don’t want you to come again, not until I say.” Her body stills. She is trying to control herself. This pleases me.
“D...I” She stops. I pull up and away, so our bodies aren’t touching. The others do the same, “I only want you,” she finally lets out. I pull the blindfold from her eyes, “You’ve got me,” kissing her long and passionately. We should have had this kiss when we said our I do’s.
My mind goes haywire. I don’t want to share her, and, by her admission, she only wants me and nobody else.
“Get out!” Comes out ruder than expected. Every muscle in my body was flexing for control. I jump from the bed and quickly grab her dress from the chair on the side to cover her naked body. Rushing from one corner bedpost to another, I untie her arms, “get dressed.” I pull on my shirt and button it up halfway.
“Diesel?” She rushes, throwing her dress over her head. I step closer to pull the zipper up the side, grab her hand, and pull her out through the club and into the elevator without saying a word.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks, and I can’t look at her. The doors open to the parking lot, and I open the truck door, allowing her to climb in. Running around the front, I reach my door, climb in and place my forehead on the steering wheel. “I...I...” I can’t breathe. My chest is so tight. What have I done? Why did I bring her here? What the fuck is wrong with me?
It’s killing me, I know it is my quirks, and she was trying to satisfy me by coming here, but knowing others could see her naked body and the fact she was enjoying it was too much for me. She is mine and only mine. I will not share her. Especially not now that she said it out loud, “I only want you.”
I hear the door open, and she begins to exit. “Nicki, get in the fucking car.” I take a few deep breaths trying to get back in control of the situation. She leans back and sits silently.
“You did nothing wrong. I did.” I lift my head from the wheel and look out the side window, not able to look at her. “I couldn’t handle the fact that those people were making you hot, wet, and ready to come,” I admit I'm disappointed in myself for even thinking I could handle bringing her to a place like this, for sharing her, watching someone else please her. You might as well have driven a stake through my heart.
“But they weren’t,” she scrunches her eyebrows together. Confused, I ask, “What?” Does she think I’m blind? The way she moved drawing more attention to certain points on her wrist or thigh. The way her body reacted to their touches.
She shifts her body sideways to face me and takes my hand in hers. “Diesel, after you blindfolded me, all I could think about was you. It was you on me, touching me, and doing things to me. I didn’t want anyone else. I only wanted you.”
“I’m sorry,” I turn the key, and the truck roars to life, “I can’t do this with you, not here. This is not us.” I shift into reverse and begin the drive home. Not another word was said between us, and when I pulled into the driveway, she leaped out and ran inside the house. I quickly called out to her, “Nicki?” I follow as she takes the steps up and turns right to enter the guest room, and slams the door.
I fucked up. I lean against the wall and slide down until my ass hits the floor. With my face in my hands, I try to understand why I would ever even bring her there.
For the next few weeks, we barely talked. She always had something to do. Somewhere to be or off with her sisters doing something. Granted, the holidays are coming, and her family makes a big deal over everything, which I love, but I miss her.
If she wants to be stubborn and ignore me, then fuck it. I can play that game too, I think to myself and open my kindle app.
