Page 83 of Our Unexpected Beginning
Julia
Julia took a deep breath as Graham led her up the spiral staircase to the next level of the club. She could feel her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was her firsttime in the reservation-only rooms, where solo players and couples came to be watched. She knew the rules of consent still applied, but it was a different level of intimacy that she wasn’t sure she was ready for.
As they reached the fourth door, Julia paused, her anxiety catching up to her. She looked up at Graham, her hand gripping his tightly. “Graham?” she said, her voice shaking.
He stopped and turned to her, cupping her cheek gently. “Tell me,” he said, his eyes full of concern.
“I don’t know how I feel about people watching us,” she admitted, her fears spilling out. “I haven’t felt my best lately.”
Graham’s expression softened, and he pulled her into a tight embrace. “The only person you need to worry about is me, beautiful,” he said, his voice soothing. “The only eyes you need to care about are mine, understand?”
Julia nodded, her fears easing slightly.
“Do you want to find a different room?” Graham asked, giving her an out.
“No, Sir,” Julia said, mustering up her courage. “I’m okay here.”
“Good girl,” Graham said, his hand resting on the small of her back as he led her into the room. “I can’t wait to watch you come apart.”
It was one of the smaller rooms, the needs of this floor were basic and rarely required the same props and equipment. It also allowed the ability to hose down if need be.
“Slip your shoes off and step up.” The door closed and the lights changed to a softer glow.
Julia stepped barefoot on the soft padding that covered the floor of the room. The soft gym mats were easy on the body no matter the scene. As well as they were sanitizable which was a club must.
On either side of the door, the walls had mirrors. In the center of the room four chairs were surrounding a saddle-like contraption sitting on a less than two-foot pedestal.
“Lose the dress and present.”
Julia pulled the tie to the satin robe. The material was still cool against her flushed skin. Placing the robe over one of the chairs, she slipped her bra off. Hissing as the material rubbed against her sensitive nipples.
Graham shrugged off his jacket and folded it off to the side, his shoes and belt were next. He tugged his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, leaving it open and finally in his element.
He pulled open the top drawer to the implement cabinet and moved to stand in front of Julia. He brushed his thumbs across her nipples, digging into the tender buds with his nail.
Julia’s eyes closed on a moan as his mouth wrapped around her nipple, tugging and drawing it into his mouth. As quickly as his mouth started he replaced it with a pair of simple screw clamps.
“Now you tell me if those are too much. I need to make sure you’re ready for tonight.” He leaned in and kissed hersoundly, silencing any questions her anxieties conjured up for her.
Her skin flushed and Julia sighed into his touch. He rested one hand on her hip and the other teased her clamped nipple until their breathing synced.
“You’re so beautiful.” He retrieved a hank of rope from his selected arsenal. Graham held out his arm and led her to stand next to the Symbian. She caught sight of the open leather saddle leading to two pistons underneath. They had screwheads for different toy attachments.
“Oh, oh, am I going for a pony ride, Daddy?” she teased with a big grin.
“Keep it up with that Daddy talk, I’ll get the new ginger plug Wes carved this afternoon.”
“Your ears get so red when I aggravate you.” She was pleased with herself.
“Fuck, you’re bratty tonight.” Graham’s smile widened. “Acting like a brat will get you treated like one, Jules.”
“I’m yours to do as you wish.”
“Yes, yes you are.” Graham raised her arms out to the side and he began to loop the rope around the back of her neck, down her left shoulder to cross under her right breast. He repeated the star pattern, pulling her ribs in and breasts up high.
Graham circled around Julia, pulling the ropes he tied. He completed the chest harness, with her arms tied to her thighs with a slip-knot. He figure eight wrapped herbreasts, pinking the already swollen flesh. The tighter the ropes pulled, the calmer she became. “How do you feel?”
Her eyes fluttered closed and her breathing slowed as her heartbeat settled. “Goosh, Sirrrr.” Julia slurred. She tipped her face toward his touch with a sigh.
