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No words.
Nothing but our pleasure and surrender melting us across the bed.
Playing His Games
Chapter One
DAN
Hello, my name is Dan. And I own a kinky sex club.
That’s not how I introduced myself to her last night. Nor did I mention I was the owner of Mede, the club we were sitting in. We’d never met before, and she wasn’t aware of my reputation, my past, or proclivities. She didn’t even seem to know about the club next door, let alone my ownership. The Lion’s Den is... an exclusive lifestyle club, or sex club, some would say. For most, it’s a place perhaps more myth than anything. A place where an assortment of appetites and tastes are catered for by way of a rigorous vetting system. And, of course, an extortionate membership fee.
I push away from my desk. After spending hours looking at figures, and not the mathematical kind, I’m done. I’d spent the morning interviewing for new staff for both clubs. Some would say it’s unethical to ask candidates to attend our group interviews in their underwear, but it’s important to know our future employees are comfortable in both their sexuality and their own skin. Wait and bar staff within the Den need to be unfazed by nakedness as well as prepared to see things that cannot be unseen.
The afternoon had been taken up by meetings with a couple of talent management reps. Patrons of the Den pay a pretty packet to be members, and I like to make sure they’re provided with entertainment beyond their fellow member exhibitionists.
The sun is setting, the club a hum of activity in preparation for Saturday night. Still in my office overlooking the main salon, I’m still trying to clear my head of last night. All day long, my mystery blonde has occupied space in my head, leaving me little else to concentrate on. It’s odd. I usually find a little dominance leaves me in a productive mood, but the opposite has been true today.
Last night was... different. And for that, I’m glad. She may not have given me her name, but she gifted me her secrets.
As I’d stirred from sleep this morning and sensed I was alone in my bed, for once, it didn’t feel like relief. I was oddly disappointed not to wake wrapped in strange girl and cotton sheets. It was an unusual and unwelcome realisation for someone who, more often than not, will order his bed partners a cab shortly following the deed or scene. Quite honestly, I don’t often have use for a bed when fucking. But last night had been different. Despite my reputation, I haven’t found anyone who had interested me like this girl.
Louise. An American from Massachusetts, or was it Maine? I can’t recall, not that she’d given me her name at all. We’d both had a bit to drink before we’d gotten to those details, and I’d been both intrigued and amused when she’d pressed her finger to my lips when pushed.
‘It’s better this way,’she’d whispered.
An unusual point of view, but maybe anonymity added to the experience for her. But there are other ways to skin a cat.Or find a name. I’d watched her last night in the public bar, dressed more for the office than a club. She’d looked carefree and a little reckless and, as the evening progressed, in the mood to fuck.
The whole evening was a step out of the ordinary for me. Let’s just say, the past two years has put me off casual fucking. That’s not to say I don’t play the odd scene or screw the occasional woman when the urge arises, but on the whole, I’ve become more solitary lately.Not that most people would believe this. They like the myth, not the man.
Last night was uncommon for a lot of reasons. I’d intended to spend the evening at work and, as such, had planned to check in on both managers before heading to my office next door. Plans had changed when I’d met a client on the way in to the more mainstream of my clubs. He’s a regular at The Den and was in the mood to chat. Perhaps client doesn’t cover it. Kit Tremaine is a hotshot hotelier I’d been talking my expansion plans over with. So I’d gone to the bar to have a quick word with the bar manager on duty but also to order a round of drinks. As I’d waited for my order, I found myself eavesdropping on the conversation of two girls at the bar. Like piano keys, one light, one dark, and although they weren’t looking my way, I sensed they were talking about me...
‘He’s pretty cute,’the blonde had said in an American accent that was hard to place. ‘But aren’t they all? Over here, I mean. Especially when they talk.’
Her friend replied with something so ridiculous I found myself fighting a burgeoning laugh.
‘How many times must I tell you? That’s not what we want them to use their mouths for.’ The dark-haired girl threw her head back, laughing throatily.
I found myself smiling along, something that doesn’t happen much these days. Maybe I’d become cynical. Maybe that’s what owning a sex club meant. That and... well, I’m not thinking abouthertoday.
But I like a woman who knows what she wants. One who isn’t afraid to say or admit. And last night? Louise certainly did.
‘Sweetie,’ the dark one called out to the new barman, Trey, gesturing to both of their glasses. ‘Two more of these, if you wouldn’t mind. And if you’re a good little boy, I’ll buy you a nightcap later.’
I doubt she’d have been the only one hitting on Trey. I’d heard he was quite popular with both sexes. Good looking and affable. And apparently incredibly well-hung. Trey’s expression barely altered but for the incline of one fair brow. I wondered what his response would have been had his boss not been present while also considering giving him a trial shift at The Den.
‘That man?’ said the dark-haired girl. ‘The best sex I’ve ever had. He made my eyes roll so far back in my head I swear I could see the Farrow and Ball.’
‘Dare I ask?’ Trepidation filled the blonde’s words.
‘The wallpaper, love.’
‘Come on,’ Louise, as I’d find out later, pleaded. ‘There’s a booth free. I need to sit down; my feet are killing me.’ She’d turned quite suddenly, her blonde ponytail swinging over one shoulder, and fuck if the sight of that didn’t do something to my dick.
I love a ponytail wrapped in my fist. Love how the first tug creates a resistance and crave how quickly it melts when accompanied by a kiss.By teeth against her bottom lip. As she walked away, my eyes followed her high heels, her tanned and toned legs, and her round arse... all the way to the booth next to where Kit was sitting, putting the girl in my direct line of sight.
I took my seat and watched, waiting for her to return my gaze. Observed as, menu in hand, she narrowed her eyes as though experiencing trouble reading it. I wondered if she’d left her glasses at the office—they were dressed so. I wondered if she were the kind of woman who wore cotton or lace. Wondered how she’d feel wrapped around me. At some point, she’d responded to her friend—I hadn’t heard the question, but assumed they were still on the topic of the barman.
