Macie
When a super hot guy offers to show you around a sex dungeon, you say yes. You always, always say yes. I might be naïve, but I’m smart enough to know when there’s a good thing in front of me, and Tony?
He’s a good thing.
And a damn good kisser.
“Tell me about your experience with kink before this,” he says, leading me toward a stage. My eyes are glued to it as I speak to him. Somehow, I’m unable to look away from the scene unfolding before me. A woman is on her knees and she’s tied up with rope. Two men are circling her like sharks, but she doesn’t look afraid. She looks excited.
“I don’t really have any,” I admit. “I came here because I lost a bet.”
“Is that right?”
“I met Lily and Christina recently and we started hanging out. They gave me a week to find someone using Turntable. I couldn’t, so I had to come try the club.”
“They’re a couple of sneaky little subs, aren’t they?”
“The sneakiest,” I agree, tearing my eyes away from the scene to look up at Tony. He smiles at me, and suddenly, I feel very safe. This isn’t a feeling I have very often. It’s not that there’s anything terribly traumatic in my past, but I don’t typically feel safe with men. Maybe it’s because I’m so short and they all seem so huge. Maybe it’s because I never had a close relationship with my father. I’m not sure.
When I look up at Tony, though, I feel like he’s going to protect me. He barely knows me, but he seems like he’s going to take care of me, like he’s going to look after me, and I like that feeling very much.
Tony moves behind me and wraps his arms around me. He pulls me back against him so we’re both staring at the stage.
“Look at this beautiful submissive,” he says. “What do you think when you see her?”
“She should be afraid,” I tell him. “She’s all tied up.” She’s naked under all those ropes. I can see her breasts and her nipples.
“But she isn’t afraid, is she?”
“No.”
“What do you think she’s feeling, Macie? Look at her face.”
“Peace,” I say instantly. “She trusts those men.”
“She’s dating them,” he tells me. “And they come here every week to play.”
“She’s dating both of them?”
“Yes.”
“She must be very loved,” I say before I can stop myself. Tony stills behind me.
“That’s an interesting observation,” he says. “And I agree with you.”
One of the men is speaking to the woman, but the music is so loud I can’t hear what he’s saying. The other one has undone his pants so his cock is out, and the woman opens her mouth to take it.
“I’ve never…” I tell him.
“You’ve never seen anyone do this before?”
“Never.”
“Have you ever watched yourself? Maybe in a mirror?”
“Only when I-” I stop before I can keep talking. It’s too embarrassing to say out loud.
“What were you going to say?”
“Nothing.”
“Oh, Macie,” he whispers, running his hand down my arm. Goosebumps form on my skin and I begin to quiver. I don’t want to. I don’t want to have this reaction to Tony, to this man I barely know, yet somehow, he’s making me come alive. “A good Dom always knows when his sub is lying.”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Because you’re embarrassed?”
“Yes.”
“Look at this woman on the stage, sweetie. Does she look embarrassed?”
“No. She doesn’t look embarrassed,” I admit. “She looks happy, content. She’s only focusing on herself and her Doms and she doesn’t care that we’re all watching.”
“She’s very brave.”
“Are you asking me to be brave like her?”
“That’s what Anchored is all about. It’s about giving in to your desires. It’s about being bold enough to ask for what you want and to take what you need. It’s about giving and receiving. It’s about celebrating your sexuality. It’s about being courageous enough to give in to what you need. This place isn’t a huge orgy. Oh, plenty of people like to think it is, but it’s not. We’re not all having sex together. Some people here have been with their partners for decades.”
“Really?”
“Truly. There are plenty of people who come here hoping to meet someone, of course, but many couples come here because it’s a safe place to play out fantasies.”
“I watch myself masturbate in front of my bedroom mirror,” I whisper.
“I bet you look incredibly sexy doing that, Macie.”
“It’s embarrassing to say it out loud.”
“Not at all. You’re a gorgeous woman. I’m sure you look fantastic.” I feel him against my ass, I realize. He’s hard for me, hard thinking about the way I look when I touch myself, and that makes me feel very, very sexy. I’m filled with feminine power, suddenly, and I feel really, really good.
No wonder people like this whole kink thing.
“Do you masturbate often, Macie?” His voice is low, quiet in my ear. No one else can hear what he’s saying. We’re surrounded by people, but they’re all focused on the trio on stage. No one is paying any attention to Tony and me or the way we’re getting cozy and close.
Suddenly, I wonder what it would be like to sleep with Tony. He would be Dominating, of course, but he would be gentle, too. I’m sure of it. Something tells me that a man like Tony isn’t going to leave his submissive wanting. He’s going to show her what it means to be taken care of.
“Every day,” I admit.
“Do you read dirty books to turn yourself on?”
“Never.”
“Watch porn?”
“No.”
“Then you must have quite an active imagination, sweetheart. Tell me, what do you think about when you touch that pretty pink pussy of yours?”
“Holy dragons,” I whisper. “I can’t believe you just said that.”
“Pussy?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, honey,” he chuckles. “You’re going to hear a lot dirtier words than that come out of my mouth.”
“I’ve never told anyone what I fantasize about,” I admit. “But then again, no one has ever asked me.”
“Would you like to tell me what you think about when you touch yourself? When you slide your fingers deep inside?”
“I want to tell you,” I whisper.
“Then tell me.”
“I think about different things, but my favorite fantasy is when I’m in the kitchen baking. I’m a caterer, so I spend a lot of time in my kitchen. It’s a weird fantasy, I know, but I love the idea of being busy at the counter and have someone come up behind me.”
“And what would they do to you when they come up to you?”
“Well,” I swallow hard. My mouth has suddenly gone dry. I shouldn’t be telling Tony these things about me. These are secrets I hold close to my heart, secrets I’ve never told anyone, and suddenly, I’m spilling my guts to Tony.
I’m totally blabbing to a stranger.
I’m sharing my innermost secrets, but it doesn’t seem wrong.
Why doesn’t it seem wrong?
“They would flip up my skirt to find I’m not wearing any panties.”
“Naughty girl,” Tony murmurs.
“Very naughty,” I agree, closing my eyes. I rest my head on his shoulder. He’s still behind me, still holding me in place, and I’m slowly grinding my hips against him. I don’t know when I started doing that. Maybe it was a minute ago. Maybe it was after I started talking. All I know is that his cock is so hard against my bottom and my panties? They’re soaked.
“What happens next, sweetheart?”
“Next, he slides his hands over my bottom.”
“I bet your skin feels very smooth.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “And soft. He grips me, grabbing my hips.”
“And does he say something to you?”
“Yes. He tells me I’m beautiful. He grabs my hair and pulls my head back. He kisses me, but it’s not a soft kiss. It’s a hard kiss. He tells me he’s been thinking of me all day and he can’t wait to slide inside of me.”
“Fuck, Macie, that’s hot as hell.”
“And then he thrusts into me quickly, hard.” I’m breathing heavily now, unable to stop the fantasy from floating through my head. It’s so vivid, so real. I’ve imagined it a hundred times but never like this.
Because this time, it’s Tony in my fantasy.
This time, he’s the one fucking me in my kitchen. He’s the one making me growl. He’s the one making my body sing with pleasure.
“Are you thinking about it right now?” Tony whispers, and his hands move up and down my sides. We’re still watching the people on stage, and I’m still grinding against him, unable to get enough.
Suddenly, I’m filled with need, and I really want to rush off to the locker room to get myself off. Having a quick orgasm would give me the fortitude required to get through the rest of the night. Yes, that’s exactly what I need: an orgasm.
“Yes,” I admit, trying to come up with a way I can sneak off. I wiggle out of Tony’s arms and turn around. He looks surprised.
“Is everything okay?”
“I need to pee,” I say bluntly, hoping he won’t see through my ploy, but he just smirks.
“Is that code for ‘get off’?” He asks.
“What?” I blink innocently.
“Should I spank you for lying, sweetheart?” He crosses his arms over his big, broad chest, and I groan. Of course he would see right through that. He’s a lawyer, and a Dom, and to be honest, I’m too horny to be any good at lying.
“No.”
“I don’t do well with lies,” Tony says. “And while you’re under my protection, you aren’t going to be slinking off to masturbate in the bathroom of all places. We’re in a sex dungeon, love. In case you haven’t noticed, orgasms are on the menu, and sex club virgins are the specialty.”
“I…I…”
I don’t know what to say or what to do, and I know I’m blushing super hard. It’s just that the fantasy got me so worked up, so excited, so turned on, and I don’t know what to do now.
He sighs, and then presses his lips to my forehead. “Come here,” he says. “I have an idea.”