Page 8 of Resisting the Temptation
I give her a final nod and stride to the bar in the main room. The space looks like it could be any other bar, with a wood bar top and industrial stools covered in black leather. Abstract art hangs on the walls, and the lighting is sensual and low. There are private booths around the edges where people mingle and meet to see if they mesh. Everyone gathers here before either breaking away into private rooms down one hall or to the voyeur/exhibition areas down another.
The club is busy since it’s Saturday, but I’ve already booked a private room, so I meander to the bar and order two fingers of Macallan on the rocks. I don’t indulge in alcohol often, but I need something to calm the nerves I’m pretending don’t exist.
I can’t pinpoint why I’m nervous, which irks me to no end because I can’t find a way to fix it. I’ve never felt this much anticipation over meeting a new sub, even when I was just starting out as a Dom.
Something aboutEmakes my nerves spike, despite having never met her. Maybe it’s her kinks and our compatibility, or maybe it’s the gut feeling my dad is always talking about. I’ve always thought he was talking crazy. He constantly tells me to trust my intuition, but I go based on logic and numbers. I’ve never felt a tug in my stomach like I do now.
I spin around on my bar stool and survey the room. My eyes land on a few women I’ve had pleasurable nights with who are looking at me like I’m a piece of ripe fruit, ready to be plucked.
They’re going to be disappointed. My attention isn’t on them for more than a brief glance before I move to the next person. My interest in them is non-existent, my mind is focused on finding the woman I’ll be teaching all about pleasure tonight.
I scan the faces of the women I’m unfamiliar with, but my intuition tells me none of them areE.
It’s not until my eyes slide to the opposite side of the room that I seeher.And God, I hope this isE.My gut—the one I’m learning to listen to—tells me it is, but it could just be wishful thinking. She’s like a dream come true.
The woman standing with Kiera barely reaches her chin, her blonde hair is in soft waves, hitting just above her peach shaped ass. The short, blush pink satin dress she’s wearing hugs her ample tits deliciously and emphasizes her sultry curves. Her calves look strong in gold heels, and her thighs…GoddamnI want to take a bite out of them.
Her left arm is covered in black and white tattoos that look like stickers with little pops of color scattered throughout. Her right arm has a full black and white sleeve with what looks like florals and something else I can’t make out in the low lighting. Above her right knee is a colorful butterfly, and her button nose glints with a gold piercing in her left nostril.
The black ink on her arms is in juxtaposition to the lightness of her dress and the brightness in her smile, drawing my dark cloud to her sunshine.
I’m on my feet before I realize what I’m doing, tossing the plan I had out the window. All thoughts of being aloof and uninterested until I got her alone are nowhere in sight.
Kiera sees me approaching first and straightens, her eyes going wide. Whatever look flashed across her face is gone, replaced with the professionalism I’m used to.
“Hello, Mr. B. This is E. The woman I was emailing you about.”
E gives me a quick once over before looking down at her shoes, but I catch the faint blush on her cheeks as she averts her gaze.
“Hello, Kiera. Hello, E.”
E looks up hesitantly. “Permission to speak?”
I can’t help the slight upward tilt of my lips. She’s too sweet. “We haven’t set any rules yet, so you don’t need to ask permission.”
She nods, rolling her plush pink lip between her teeth before gifting me with a shy smile. “Hello, Mr. B. It’s lovely to meet you.”
“It’s lovely to meet you, too. If it’s not too presumptuous, I’d love to take you to one of the private rooms so we can chat a bit more without distraction.”
E looks at Kiera who gives her a hesitant nod, then switches once again to professionalism. “I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”
“Thanks, K,” E says at the same time I say, “Thank you, Kiera.”
E takes a deep breath before turning to face me, and I’m nearly bowled over by the intensity of her blue eyes. They’re an azure blue with specks of lighter shades smattered throughout the irises. They remind me of the ocean when the sun’s reflecting off the waves, sparkling and pure. They’re accentuated by a thick, precise wing of dark eyeliner and framed by long eyelashes coated in black mascara.
Fuck, I want to see them filled with tears as she gags on my cock. I want her makeup smeared because she’s overwhelmed by the sheer number of orgasms I wring from her curvy body.
Slow down, Ben. She’s new to this. Don’t go overboard with her the first time.
I swallow down the rest of my drink and set the tumbler on a nearby table, then lead her down the hallway to a red door marked with a number four.
There’s a keypad on the door, so I input my unique code and open the door for E, motioning for her to go first. She steps in, and I once again admire the way her satiny dress flows over her hips and the swell of her ass. She spins in a slow circle, taking in the room.
It’s not overly fancy, but it has a four-poster bed with black sheets, two pillows, and a soft black comforter. The walls are painted a dark gray, and there’s a set of cabinets full of condoms, wipes, and extra sheets. Along the other side of the wall is a gray leather armchair and a matching chaise lounge.
There are less than two-hundred members at the club—last I heard—and only twenty private rooms. They have to be booked in advance, but they have flex rooms for last minute needs on a first-come-first-servedbasis. Each member has a locked box of their own toys to keep at the club, so if their preferred room is booked, one of the staff can move the toys to a different one without compromising the sanitization.
I haven’t been here in a while, but I know where everything is. I usually only use the club for one-night stands. If I want to continue a relationship with a sub, we meet at my house where I have a room very similar to this one, filled with more toys and tools to play with.
