Page 5 of What Works for Us

“Those are triple pane, tinted glass. We can see out, but no one can see in.” She walked up behind me, placing her hands on my hips. I leaned my head back, resting it against her shoulder. I liked the fact that we were nearly the same height.

Her hand slid further down, toying with the hem of my skirt before reaching below and snaking up. “Ah, commando. I love it.”

“Mmm.” While I know she said no one could seeus, the thought of us looking out and seeing others below while my new lover fingered me was a huge turn on. So much so, it surprised me. Drawing out an inner exhibitionist that I didn’t know I harbored. I raised my leg, placing my foot atop the chair beside us, giving her better access. When her finger slid between my folds, I reached back, locking my arms behind her neck to brace myself.

“That’s a girl,” she said as her finger entered me.

“Yes.” I panted, as she slid in another, stroking in and out. I spread my legs as far as I could, grinding down against her hand. But her arm on my waist secured me in place. Once I stilled, she slid her other hand down inside the top of my bustier, quickly locating a nipple to tease. “Mmm, more,” I begged her.

Her ministrations increased as her fingers clamped down on my nipple, the pain shot straight to my core as my orgasm built. My breaths came out in shallow pants, and she whispered in my ear, “Cum for me baby, cum while everyone is watching.”

While I knew no one could see us, the thought that someone could drove me wild and somehow, she sensed that and bit down on my shoulder. The pain forced my orgasm to surface as I bellowed, “Fuck! Elena!”

After she withdrew her fingers, I turned to kiss her, but before I could, she slid her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. “I love the taste of you.”

I grabbed her hair, crashing my lips to hers. In the last twenty-four hours, I’ve learned more about myself than I had in my lifetime.

We continued the tour, and she pointed out that there was an exterior entrance to her loft in case I ever wanted to come over when the club was closed. Nearing her bed, I ran my hands across the gorgeous antique trunk placed beside it.

“That’s my toybox,” she told me.

“Toybox?” I questioned.

She bent over, opening the trunk which revealed a plethora of sexual devices including dildos, anal plugs and tails, floggers, fur lined cuffs and so many more things I’d need to research to find out exactly what they were. My eyes were as big as saucers. I reached in and pulled out what looked like a silver spoon handle but found it had spikes attached to a wheel at the other end.

“Wartenberg Pinwheel,” Elena answered my unspoken question.

“What’s it do?” I naively asked. She took it from my hand and turned my arm over, running it up the inside. It prickled, but the sensation wasn’t an unwelcome one. My thoughts turned dark, as the desire to have her run it across my nipples came to mind.

“The look in your eyes tells me this is something we’ll table for later. And there will be a later, my pet,” she promised. “Come, let’s go downstairs. What would you like to drink so we can take it with us?”

“Do you have any vodka and soda?” I followed her to the kitchen area. It was massive for a loft. She had a six burner, stainless steel commercial grade stove, as well as a stainless subzero refrigerator and freezer. The cabinets were a gorgeous espresso color, and the countertops were made of recycled glass that glistened with browns and blues.

“Ah yes, here it is. Soda is downstairs we only need to bring the alcohol.” She told me as we locked the loft door behind us and began our descent into what I considered, the unknown.

When we got downstairs, she introduced me to her staff stating, “This is my girlfriend, Iris. She’s been vetted and is allowed to roam freely.”

I shook their hands in turn, grinning like a love-struck teen at her repeated use of the wordgirlfriend. They poured us each a drink before she led me to her office and proceeded to inform me of the rules. Firmly reiterating the “No means No” one. I still wasn’t sure what all this entailed, but as the night progressed, the definition became crystal clear.

Scantily clad to totally naked bodies danced to the music the DJ mixed. I watched as a girl seductively danced on the pole in front of a group of men, but none of them touched her. Respect was first and foremost here, or they’d be out on their asses. The beefy security hulks lurking in the shadows would see to that. Slowly, bodies migrated to the rooms down the hallway where mattresses had been strategically placed. After a bed had been used, the staff quickly replaced the used linens with clean ones. Elena spared no expense in ensuring her clientele had a warm and inviting space to fulfill their sexual wishes. She ran a decent, respectable establishment that any member would be proud to be in.

She guided me down the hall where we could watch the naked bodies intertwined in various sexual acts. Couples in one room, only fucking each other while watching those around them. The next room housed an orgy, that was quite a lot to take in given the low lighting. It took me a few minutes to figure out what body parts were what due to the lack of visibility. In the corner, I spied two men. One standing, intently watching the erotic scene in front of him as he twisted his nipple piercings that sparkled even in the dark, the other man was down on his knees, orally pleasuring him. Fuck, that scene alone had me turned on again. I’d completely forgotten about the mass of bodies tangled on the mattresses, having been captivated by the two men.

In the next room, there was a stage set up in the center with a sex swing suspended from the ceiling. A naked female was strapped into it. A man was standing at her head who was getting off by fucking her mouth, while another man stood between her legs fucking her, and a crowd had gathered around them. Some men had their cocks out, stroking them while others stood behind their women fucking them as they watched the scene on stage.

The last room we went to was by far my favorite, the BDSM room. The scenes taking place in here drew me to wander in. There was a naked man, secured to a St. Andrew’s Cross. The Dom was standing behind him, flogger in hand drawn back ready to strike. It sang through the air before contacting his left cheek, leaving it a hot pink shade. The man on the cross winced, but as I walked around to the other side, I spied his leaking cock. Clearly, he was enjoying this, as was I.

Beside them was another couple; a man and a woman. The man was bent over a bench, his hands and feet secured to the base. The woman stood behind him with a riding crop in hand. His backside had been hit numerous times yet, he begged for more. Instead of whipping him again, she reached over and retrieved an anal plug and slid it in place.

“Do not cum until I tell you to,” she commanded him.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied.

She exchanged the crop for a flogger and lightly ran it over the gashes on his backside, eliciting moans with each stinging graze. Clearly, he was a bit of a pain-slut, and the sensations from the floggers draw brought him the painful pleasure he desired. When his moans deepened, she ended her torment and removed the plug.

“Do you need to cum, slut?” she asked.

“Please, Mistress,” he implored.

She raised her hand behind him and said, “Cum now, slut.” Her hand landed on his ass, hard and he screamed as his ejaculate hit the floor beneath him.

When we stepped outside of the room, Elena turned to me and asked, “What did you think of that?”

I said the first thing that came to mind, “Fuck me. Now,” and walked ahead of her to stand before the door that led upstairs.

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