New Game in Town(18)

As they walked along the periphery, gazing through open doorways, Gina swore she could hear the blood pumping through her heart. She felt a prickling sensation on her neck, her spider senses tingling with a sense of awareness. Darting quick glances over the room, she was conscious of a few looks of interest. In particular, her gaze collided with a man openly staring at her. His frank look of appraisal lingered over her, his slight smile and raised eyebrow an invitation.

What was the etiquette in a place like this, did she wait for him to approach her?

Unsure of how to respond, Gina’s stride faltered and she turned away from him in a panic.

“Relax, you’re in control here,” Leah said soothingly. “You can take part to any degree that you are comfortable with or you can sit back and observe. It’s your choice.”

She was finally here, the fourth goal on her wish list! When she had added visiting a sex club, she had been half joking. She had left it on the list more to make herself feel adventurous. Gina hadn’t been entirely sure she would ever go through with it.

Visiting a sex club was getting her foot in the door, but did she have the courage to actually indulge in the only remaining secret fantasy left on her list? Two birds with one stone—and her fantasy wish list would be completed!

One room in particular had Gina’s burgundy stilettos rooted to the spot, barely able to take in a ragged breath into her tight chest.

A woman lay naked on a large round divan, her arms tied above her head with what appeared to be strips of red silk, while her ankles were shackled with more of the same and looped around the shoulders of a man wearing nothing but dark jeans. He knelt before her, his face buried in the apex of her lavish thighs.

Another man, fully clothed, knelt near her head. He was slowly working the woman’s small, pert breasts in his hands, plucking at her dark nipples. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart. More of this?” He leaned over her and raked his teeth along the tops of her breasts, then he moved away, laughing when the woman arched off of the bed, pulling at her restraints.

“Please—more, please don’t stop!” Her continued pleading ricocheted off the walls as the men took turns touching her, pleasing her, but not allowing her to reach completion. There was a light sheen of sweat glazing her skin, as much from their skilful ministrations as from her struggles against the bonds that made her incapable of asserting herself and demanding that they satisfy her.

Gina felt a trickle of moisture coat the folds of her pussy, left bare because she had forgone wearing underwear tonight, and she closed her eyes for a moment, imagining that it was her lying there tied up on the bed, fully at the mercy of the whims of these men. What would it feel like to be completely immobilized and all control taken away, her body so aroused with need that she was actually begging for release.

“The ultimate exercise in trust,” Leah said softly from beside her. “Trusting yourself to let go completely, while you allow another to take control over your body and your pleasure. And trusting that someone to know what it is that your body craves, your deepest desires that you may keep hidden even from yourself.” Leah turned directly to Gina. “Are you interested in experimenting with the silk ropes?”

Seeing Gina’s hesitation, Leah smiled reassuringly, “Your call, Gina, but I can see that it is something that excites you. You’re safe here.”

Familiar feelings of fear and uncertainty filled her, but a much larger part of her was aroused by the feasibility of completing her wish list. She was out of town, no one knew her here and she was determined to assert herself and complete her wish list without Connor.

Needing to claim her independence from Connor, she knew it was now or never.





Chapter Seven



I’m really going to do it!

Leah whispered something to an employee standing discreetly to one side. Nodding to Leah, he turned to look at Gina.

With economical strides, he made his way to her and gently took her elbow. “Right this way, miss.”

On their own accord, Gina’s feet followed him past thick velvet curtains into an empty room at the end of the hall. Here, dark textured wallpaper enfolded the room in sedate elegance. The only light in the room was coming from a small dimly lit chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling and the many dispersed candles along floating shelves. An overlarge settee dominated the center of the room.

Not sure what to do, she turned to the young man who had escorted her here and watched him put his finger to his ear, listening to the earphone inserted there.

“My instructions are to blindfold you and ask that you remain seated until the gentleman in question joins you. Are you comfortable with this?”