Saffi

Christ, this guy was something. I’d forgotten all about work and the reason I was there to begin with. And I did not give a damn. Everything else was irrelevant. All I knew was that I was in a sex club that nobody knew about with a man I’d met only once, bent over with my legs spread wide open.

I couldn’t see a damn thing with the blindfold he put on me, but then I didn’t need to. For some crazy reason I trusted him. Was it that I finally got to experience his lips on mine? His kiss was so strong but tender, and so massively sexy it left me lightheaded. And when they traveled south to my pussy, well I nearly lost my mind.

Now I was bent over, and had a pretty good idea of what was coming.

Smack.

Ouch!

He’d spanked my ass and god, it stung like hell. But the pain dissolved when he smoothed his palm over my red-hot skin, just like the last time. When I was relaxing into his soothing touch, there came another.

Smack.

His slap fell on the other side of my ass, leaving me with watering eyes and a brand new burning pain that grew until he resolved it with the very same hand that had caused it. I’d never been spanked by a guy and was amazed at the strange thrill of letting someone give me pain, then take it right away. The power in it was staggering and I couldn’t explain why, but it made me feel so close to this man whose face I’d never seen, and who I barely knew.

I squirmed to stand, but his hand in the middle of my back kept me down. I didn’t mind.

“Relax, B.”

His fingers slipped between my legs again, and ran up and down my slit. I gasped and arched my back, pushing into his strokes. While I tried to keep my thoughts straight, my breath grew ragged and I couldn’t stop my head’s bucking. In spite of being pinned, I forced my legs farther open. I fell into an orgasm that crashed through me in powerful shudders, leaving me weak and only partly aware of where I was or who I was with.

Before I completely came down from my orgasm, G dragged some of my juice up to my asshole.

Oh god.

He ran his finger over my opening, prolonging the shivers my climax had left me with. My toes curled inside my shoes. I pushed my ass higher for more.

“You like it, B? You like having your asshole played with?”

“Mmmm,” was all I could manage.

“How do you like this?” His finger pushed inside me, and while I couldn’t be sure how deep he went, I gasped from the burning sensation.

“You okay?”

I could only nod. I didn’t want him to stop.

A drawer opened and closed and I could only guess he’d gotten hold of some lube, because a warm moisture eased the friction of his finger. The burning subsided, replaced with a craving for more. He worked his finger deeper, pumping in and out, and joined it with another one.

I reached under for my clit and worked it until I convulsed again in orgasm, writhing on the table with my ass full of his fingers. Holy shit, I’d never felt anything like it. From behind, G’s breath grew raspy and his groans louder as I realized he was stroking himself. His warm cum drenched the crack of my ass as he shot his load all over me.

“Oh god,” he murmured.

His hot semen dribbled over my ass and down my thighs to mingle with my own juices. Christ, I was a mess.

“Stay there.”

He’d gotten a towel, which he used to gently mop up my mess. I was still blindfolded, but the room smelled of my perfume and our animal rut. With two hands, he helped me slowly straighten. He pulled my skirt down over my hips and led me to the settee where he embraced me as we both recovered.

“G?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I take the blindfold off?”

“You can. But first, I want to put my mask back on.”

“Okay. Let’s just relax then.”

“So tell me, B,” he asked, “what brings you to the club?”

Uh-oh. I stiffened, hoping he didn’t notice. “Oh, you know. Just wanted to see what it was all about.”

Think fast. “Why do you come here?” I asked him.

“It’s a respite from an otherwise stressful life.” He paused. “And it’s a great equalizer. It doesn’t matter who you are here or where you come from. Everyone is the same, they’re here for the same reason, and they understand the rules. I don’t really need to think. Just feel.”

Well. I was speechless, never having expected him to really answer. And here I was deceiving him and everyone else at the club. The warm, sexy recovery I’d been enjoying withered, and the fact that I wasn’t making much progress on my story bit me in the ass.

“Okay,” he said. “Now you tell me something personal.”

“I…I don’t really have anything to share.” I sprang out of his embrace and sat up. “I’d like to take off my blindfold. Is your mask nearby?”

I heard him get up, cross the room, and slide the mask over his face. He came back and removed my blindfold. I had to blink to adjust to the light in the room, and there he was, with his mask back on.

“I need to head out,” I said, standing.

I could only see the slits of his eyes through the mask, but it looked like something passed over them.

“Well then,” he said, and finished putting himself back together.

I opened my purse and my mask jumped out. Fortunately G was trying to figure out how to button his jacket to cover the buttons I’d ripped off, and missed it.

I finger combed my hair and wiped on some lipstick. I didn’t have to look perfect, but I didn’t want to look freshly fucked, either. I headed for the door.

With my hand on the knob, I turned back to him. “Thank you. I had a very hot time.”

He took a step toward me but stopped. “Can I walk you downstairs?”

I looked down at my high heels, then back up at him. My attraction to him was palpable, but my anger with myself was even stronger. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to see myself out. Good night.”

“Good night, B.”

I flew out the door, down the two flights of stairs, and blended into the crowd. The last thing I wanted was for him to watch me leave. Our physical compatibility was undeniable, and it was shitty to deceive him and use him for my story.

He would never know the important role he’d be playing in my reporting, and I planned to keep it that way. I could see it now: The Man in the Venetian mask…

I might have just found my opening line.