Page 3 of Restrain Me

That depends.

How long do you think you can take my pussy squeezing your cock as you fuck me?

Grant

Oh, baby.

Don’t underestimate me.

I could fuck you all night.

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Desireis nicer than I expected it to be. Granted, my only experience of kink clubs comes from porn. Those videos made me think the club would be a dark dungeon filled with ropes, whips, and chains. Intimidating and somewhat scary, but still oddly alluring to me. Desire doesn’t look like that at all, though.

The exterior blends right in with the city street. The entrance, a painted black door, is non assuming and inside I’m greeted by a classy reception area and a woman dressed like an elegant secretary.

She checks me in, reviewing that I filled out all the correct paperwork before she gives me a simple rubber bracelet, red fortaken. That means no one will try to fuck me tonight other than the guy I’m meeting here… Grant.

There’s a map of the place on my phone, showing me the five levels of the building. Each hosts their own experience and I know from our messages that Grant booked us a room on the third floor, the bondage floor.

A shiver runs down my spine at the thought. There’s nothing I want more than for Grant to make my wildest dreams come true. I spent hours messaging him two nights ago. And when he told me to dip my fingers into my panties, I couldn’t help myself. The way he encouraged me made me feel like my fantasy was the most normal thing ever. It was too good, too hot. I couldn’t help myself as I came undone, reading the dirty words he continued to send me. The orgasm was the hardest I’ve ever had.

Afterwards, the feeling of shame threatened to creep in and take over, but Grant kept it at bay. He soothed me, telling me what a good girl I was for listening to him, and something inside my head shifted, eager for that praise.Hispraise.

When he asked me to meet him, I said yes before I could fully think it over. No, before I could fully allow my anxiety to talk me out of it. Because despite whatever social norms say, I want this.

I didn’t mean to get this far. I went on the app just to see what it was. My friend Ivy had mentioned she met someone on Desire, and I wanted to see what it was about. I didn’t have any intentions of meeting up with someone. But once I started down that path with Grant, I couldn’t pull back.

Now I’m on the first floor of the club, the place is sheathed in a purple glow from the LEDs, and above the bar is a hot pink neon side readingDesirein a cursive font.

The space doesn’t look overtly sexual. There are black leather couches and small tables with overstuffed chairs. In the center, there’s a large bar with a shiny glass top. Nothing screamskinky, unless your eyes linger too long on the booths that line the back wall. Behind the curtains that create private spaces, I can only imagine people are up to dirty things.

But that’s part of the game here. There’s a place for everything.

I shouldn't stare, but my eyes can't help but to wander every inch of the club. There's something magnetic about the atmosphere.

I look anxiously around the club, trying my best not to chew my lipstick off or pick my nails to the point of bleeding.Act casual, I tell myself, as if meeting someone at a sex club to fuck you in the dirtiest possible ways is an everyday occurrence.

Right on cue, I see him enter through the double doors. He looks enough like his pictures for me to recognize him immediately, but the images on my cell phone don’t do him justice.

Butterflies swarm my stomach as I take him in. Dark hair is ruffled atop his head, as if he’s been sliding his hands through the strands repeatedly. There’s a few days of scruff covering his sharp jawline, only serving to make him look more handsome. With his hands tucked into the pockets of his black jeans, he seems confident, comfortable in his own skin, as he approaches me.

"I didn't think you would show." Grant’s voice is just how I expected it to be, deep and gravelly.

My tongue darts out to wet my lips at the sound of it. "I wasn't sure if I was going to," I tell him. Even after making the arrangements, I debated canceling for the full two days. The excitement had merged with fear and anxiety, the combination of emotions leaving me nauseous.

One side of his mouth ticks up into a sly smirk as he leans against the bar. “And why’s that?” He has an easy smile, and when he asks, he seems genuinely curious and not judgmental. His energy pulls me toward him, inviting me like a cool breeze on a warm day.

“I don’t know,” I say, my shoulders shrugging. “I guess I just felt… nervous.”

“That’s understandable.” He drops one shoulder with a shrug. “I think I’d be more concerned if you weren’t nervous at all.” He smiles again, flashing a set of pearly white teeth, and all the anxiety seems to melt away at the sight. “We can stop at any point tonight, Bailey. I’ll go slow, but if it gets to be too much, just say the word and everything stops.”

“Banana,” I say the safe word we agreed upon via text.

Grant laughs, a throaty sound that makes me squeeze my thighs together. “Right, you say banana, and everything ends tonight. I’ll clean you up and we can spend the rest of the night doing whatever you want.”

That part surprises me. I thought saying the safe word would just make him leave. After all, sex is what he’s here for, right? So if I take that off the table, he would have no reason to stay…

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