Page 39 of After Dark
He shoved himself inside, slick and hard—slamming her back against the wall. With his free hand, he reached down to grab a handful of her always sore ass. Then he proceeded to fuck her hard, relentless, and deep.
She was coming almost as soon as he began, her ankles locked together in the small of his back.
“Such a wicked girl,” he whispered, growling in her ear, his hand still tight on her neck. She came wilder, hotter—the orgasm seeming to sweep out of the very tips of her fingertips, tying her in knots and loosening them dramatically.
He fucked her straight through that first orgasm, then kept up the same pace. That formidable heat, that consistent battering, and she came again. This time he shifted his hand from her throat to her mouth and made her swallow her own scream.
Arlo came then, deep inside of her and so hot that it sent wild aftershocks all through her body.
Then he made her walk beside him, sedately, out through the rest of the office and out onto the streetsof San Francisco, the evidence of what they had been up to on her thighs. They stopped and got their weekly tests at the clinic Arlo preferred. Then they had lunch in a café reminded her of her first days in the city.
Like most transplants, Josette had been giddy with the California of it all and deeply in love with San Francisco, its history and its pastels, its steep hills and street cars. She went to the bathroom to sort herself out, and when she came back, Arlo had been seated. He had her slide in next to him on the banquette seat.
Where he insisted that she eat while he played with her pussy under the table.
They drove back across the bridge toward Oakland ahead of rush hour, but they didn’t head home. Arlo headed for the warehouse district near Emeryville, and as he pulled into the gated and alarmed parking area, she saw the discreet sign over the door that could only be accessed from this monitored area. It was barely a plaque on the wall—and something you’d have to be looking for. All it said wasThe Club.
“It’s really happening,” Josette said softly. Because they’d been a part of Frederick dreaming all this into life.
“This weekend,” Arlo agreed. He came around the car to open her door, helped her out, and as she rose up he smiled at her in a way that made the bright afternoon seem to dance all around her. All that gray intensity. All that heat.
Then he linked his fingers with hers and led her inside to see what Frederick had done.
It was beautiful, Josette thought. She wasn’t sure what she expected from the warehouse, but Frederick had created an entire aesthetic. There was a lobby with steel doors to the street and to the club within, that Arlo told her wouldalways be presided over by a security guard. There would be no entry unless a person could show their club profile and pass a few security measures. If they were new and didn’t have a profile on the app, they would not be admitted—though they could always make one, take the necessary tests, sign the required documents, and come back.
Inside, there was a hallway lined with brocaded walls and doors that led off on each side. One for men and the other for women, or those who presented as each, so that no one needed to worry about walking in from BART in fetish gear.
Unless that was their vibe, of course.
Further down the hall, there was a staircase that led up to the main gathering space of the club, arranged around a wide balcony that looked down to the play area below. There was a bar that Arlo told her would operate on a strict two-drink maximum for anyone looking to play. There was a bracelet system with codes the bartenders could scan to tell who’d had what. There was no cash, only app-based payments traceable to the patrons’ accounts, so there could be no confusion later.
All around the balcony level, there were a variety of lounging areas set up to suggest privacy while being part of one larger space. Josette could imagine the various groups of people who would assemble here. Dominant and submissive couples and singles looking for a hot night, gathering before and after scenes, flirting, getting to know each other and the community.
There were spiral stairs leading down below, where the club featured a well-stocked dungeon and a number of playrooms, both private and public. There was a hall for voyeurs, and those who liked to be watched by them as theyplayed in rooms with one-way mirrors. There were stages set up in most of the areas for those who like to perform for a crowd. And on the floors above the balcony, there were rooms available to members, reserved via the app, should anyone wish to take this completely private. Anything a person could imagine had space here.
As they walked around, Josette had to admit that Frederick had thought of everything.
She said as much as Arlo led her back around to find the man himself in his office on the balcony level, behind the bar. He wasn’t alone. Iris knelt in the corner, facing the wall. Her skirt was hiked up to her waist, and her ass cheeks were bright red.
Josette felt a twinge of sympathy as she and Arlo waited for cues from Frederick as to whether or not to indicate they’d even seen her. Sometimes a dominant put a submissive on display so that everyone would comment. Other times, acting as if the submissive was a piece of furniture was more effective.
When Frederick did not bring up Iris at all, neither did they.
“I’m glad you approve,” Frederick said, that stern look in his gaze. “I imagine that we’ll all have quite a bit of fun here.”
So much had happened since her night with him that Josette only shivered a little bit. “I can’t wait,” she said. Shockingly, she found she meant it.
And won herself appraising looks from both men for her trouble.
“Josette,” Arlo said, his eyes on her though he was clearly talking to Frederick, “has been remarkably wicked today. Terribly slutty.”
“Oh dear,” Frederick said in mock horror. “Whatever will you do?”
“I’ve found that the studded paddle is an instant attitude shifter,” Arlo said conversationally. “I believe I’ve come around to the idea of a maintenance spanking. Nightly, to end the day on a high note. And to keep everyone honest.”
Josette was certain that all three of them heard Iris’s swift intake of breath from the corner.
“You know that I have always been a devotee,” Frederick said. “Anything and everything that reinforces a girl’s submission. Besides, I cannot abide an unreddened ass. What’s the point?”
