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Ocean smirks. “I know because you are mymarionetteand I’m the puppet master. No one can pull your strings like I can. So, let’s go play now, love.”
“Yes, Mr. M.”
Chapter 17
Ocean
The car stopsat the curb, and I get out first then watch as my wife exits. She looks exquisite underneath that coat of hers.
Her wearing my favorite color, blue, and it being this damned velour dress tells me everything I need to know. She’s ready for me much more than I thought.
Club desire is a three-story renovated industrial red brick building. With tinted black windows. The entrance is a slender single archway glass paned doorway. Located beside the door on the right-hand side is a black square plate with the golden mask etched in it.
I walk behind January and the reception area comes into view. January removes the black card, Bethany; the receptionist greets us and states what needs to be stated after we give her our names.
“We are a private club, and all members and guests must adhere to all rules of this establishment. Is that understood?”
“Agreed.”
We walk further off to the right down a hall for access to the club. This leads to a single black industrial metal door with the golden mask on the front.
Once we enter the lounge area on the first floor, something changes in the air.It’s time to play.My hand falls to the small of her back and she stands even straighter in those high heels of hers. My wife wears heels day in and day out and I just love it. It makes everything easier to access and shift.
We discard our coats as we sit down for a couple of drinks and negotiations. My eyes roam the place again, it’s been awhile or rather it feels like it;Club Desireis centered in large gold cursive font above the statues just as it is in the reception area. The bank of elevators are located on the left side of the lounging area that go to the second and third floors. It’s still just as beautiful to look at in the low light that sets the ambience.
Sometimes, January and I like to role play and this is one of those times. We say nothing to each other as we stare into each other’s eyes while the waitress comes over. The waitresses are dressed in black lace dresses with black bras and panties underneath accompanied with red bottom stilettos. The waiters wear black leather pants and no shirts.
The waitress gets our order and I sit back watching January as she maintains eye contact with me until our drinks are served.
“What do you want tonight,marionette?” I ask as I lean in and run my fingers through my hair again keeping it out of my face.
January’s eyes light up as she watches the movement.
“I want you, Mr. M.”
I smirk because I haven’t heard her refer to me as that in a long while. The music plays as I take another sip of my drink.
“What do you want from me,marionette?”
“I want to feel you everywhere, Mr. M,” she announces, and it makes me smile.
“I’ll make you feel.”
We finish off our drinks and I direct her with my eyes to stand. Once we get ready to leave, we spot Elijah Mason, theowner of the club. We exchange an understanding with just our eyes because that’s all there needs to be, and I usher mymarionetteas we make our way to the two large elevators heading to the second floor.
The elevators open to a large space with low lighting. On this floor is more for the voyeur and the exhibitionist. There are people having sex and giving each other what is needed while I don’t do anything but walk behind mymarionette. She needs to feel that I’m overpowering her senses in every single way. There is no reprieve from me and that’s what she wants it to be like.
When we walk into one of the rooms, it contains an elevated dais at the far end wall with a platform bed that is used for scenes. The walls are a dark bluish gray, with ceilings and floors just those on the first floor. While there is the availability of getting something to replenish our thirst, right now, that isn’t what we’re looking for.
There’s a woman and a man in here with us as they wait for their instructions. For now, they’re just aiding us with their presence, but it could be more if we really want to take that route. Sharing isn’t the problem nor is it aiding my girl to achieve what I need her to achieve but we’re here to bring some recognition in our roles. To bring normalcy back to who we are.
I circle her slowly as my fingers caress her skin that is exposed. The flesh heats at my touch and then I position myself in back of her, she knows I'm going to ask her to do something, and I love that she’s ready for me.
Chapter 18
January
“On your knees,marionette.”
