Page 3 of Hard Ride
“No,” I say, still half thinking through some excuses to go home.
The door is standing open, though, and when we step inside, it’s into a wide, ornate hallway. It could be the old hallway of years gone by, with thick carpet, chandeliers, and high ceilings with ornate cornices. A pair of red velvet curtains are drawn at one end of it.
A beautiful woman with black hair, wearing a tight, red silk gown, is standing behind an antique desk. She smiles at Laurel and me as we enter. “Welcome to The Club,” she says. “I’m Claire. Are you members?”
“No,” Laurel says. “But I have the app. It’s newbie night, right?”
“It is, and also, ladies are free of charge.”
I can hear music coming from behind those curtains, nothing too loud or brash, just something with a pulsing, driving beat. Nerves are starting to collect in my gut, and I’m beginning to regret coming here. I’m not super sexual or anything, plus I don’t know anything about sex clubs, so I’m hoping it’s not going to be sex shows and whipping. I really don’t want to watch that kind of thing.
Claire gives us a rundown on The Club and what’s not allowed inside, which includes our phones. We’re also given white rubber bracelets that Claire tells us to wear at all times. They denote our newbie status and mean no one will approach us. We can explore safely without being bothered.
Not being bothered sounds ideal, but I’ve already decided I’m not going to explore anything at all. I’m going to hang near the entrance so I can escape if I need to.
Nothing at all to do with Tate or Lucas. Nothing.
Once Clair has finished her spiel, she leads us down the hallway and pulls back one of the curtains. “Enjoy, ladies,” she says.
And we step inside The Club.
2
Tate
There’s nothing like fucking in front of an audience. It’s a high I particularly enjoy, especially with a vocal sub letting you know how much she’s enjoying the fucking.Everyone watching wants to be her, everyone wants my cock, and they all want to be in my power, whether they know it or not.
It’s why they can’t look away.
The sub I’m fucking tonight is experienced, and I’ve played with her before. We’re giving a graphic demonstration for people who are new to the scene and want to explore what The Club Manhattan has to offer in a safe way.
We pride ourselves on safety at The Club.
I visited the original Club out in Oakland a couple of years ago, and I enjoyed it so much that I offered to start one here in Manhattan. The Club’s managers were all in, especially given the level of funds I have at my disposal.
We opened last week, and sign-ups to the app have been brisk, while The Club itself is full most nights. We cater to everyone’s legal sexual tastes, with an emphasis on BDSM, and we also have an excellent bar. It’s elite, this place. More like a wine bar with sex than vinyl and plastic with a stripper pole (though we have one of those too).
Right now, I’m on the stage with the sub bent over a bench. She’s naked, her hands cuffed at the small of her back. I’ve got a good grip on her cuffs, holding on as I fuck her with the kind of care and precision that I like to bring to every scene.
Tonight, I’ve kept the equipment to a minimum, concentrating more on the psychological aspects of BDSM and the power exchange, since that’s really what newbies need to know before they start playing around with a pair of handcuffs. Also, new Doms need a good example to follow, and I like to take an instructional role.
Lucas, my best friend and business partner, is standing to the side of the stage, keeping an eye on the crowd. He’s the monitor for our first newbies night, since he’s also invested in The Club, and he likes rules. He doesn’t look like rules are his thing, but they are, and most especially the safety of everyone in the club.We have other monitors keeping an eye out, but everyone knows Lucas is in charge tonight.
The sub is wailing — Cherry’s in fine form — and she’s nice and tight around my cock. But the only one getting off will be her. If you want me to come, you have to earn it, and Cherry’s been a touch too bratty tonight. She won’t be complaining, though. She’s had two orgasms already, and she’s looking down the barrel of a third, so she’ll be well satisfied. I’m not the only one who likes an audience.
I grip her cuffs tighter, using them as leverage to work deeper, hitting that spot inside her that I know makes her scream even louder, and she does. She’s like a fucking air raid siren, and it’s music to my ears. I take one hand away from the cuffs, reaching around to give her clit a pinch, thrusting hard as I do, and she screams the house down, the pulse of her pussy around my cock signaling she’s done.
I give her a few moments to catch her breath, then I pull out, disposing of the condom in the bin provided. Condoms aren’t needed with Cherry and me — we’re both fully up to date with clinic visits and birth control — but I like to provide an example of safe sex for the new crowd.
I tuck my cock away, ignoring the fact that it’s still hard, zip myself up, then I see to the sub’s restraints. I take my time examining her to make sure she’s okay and not harmed, as any self-respecting Dom will do, telling the crowd that’s what I’m doing as I do it.
Master Killian comes up on stage to grab Cherry and take her somewhere quiet for some aftercare, since I’ve got some other things to do. She prefers Killian to do it. He’s gentler than I am.
The newbies are wide-eyed as I step down from the stage, some of them backing away slightly, reacting unconsciously to my authority. I always like that, the deference. I don’t expect itin real life, though once you have enough money and power, you get it anyway, but in The Club, it’s a kick, and I require it.
Many of the crowd are eyeing me with undisguised interest, but I’m not initiating some untried newbie into the scene tonight. I’m in demonstration mode, so if anyone’s getting fucked, it’s only the experienced subs who signed up to do demos, not anyone else.
Lucas comes up beside me, making sure the crowd keeps their distance. Then, he gives his little lecture on Club rules, especially the "no touching unless permission is given" rule. Some people need plenty of reminders.
