He found a booth that was still alight, and once he entered, he turned the light off, providing them with privacy.
“Why did you do that?”
“To let any new visitors know that this booth is taken.” He tugged her to his side, sliding his hand inside her dress, and stroked her erect nipple.
There were five couples in the basement in different forms of play. The spanking bench, the St. Andrew’s cross, and the swing were in use. Other couples were practicing different forms of punishment. “Have you ever played with a Dom?”
“No.”
“Would you like to?”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard of this, and I’ve seen things online, but never like this.”
“Touch your pussy, Alexa, tell me if you’re wet.”
She moved, and he heard as she pressed her fingers through her slit.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
“What are you watching?” he asked.
“The woman on the spanking bench.”
Corey looked toward the scene. There was a man who had a woman bent over the spanking bench. Both of them wore masks so he didn’t know who they were. The Dom was fucking, then spanking his woman as she took her punishment. He would pound his dick inside her pussy, then pull out, using his hand or whatever instrument he wish to spank her.
Releasing his jeans, he pulled his cock out and started to work his length as he watched the scene.
Alexa moaned. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.
“Yes, baby. Do you wish that was you?” he asked.
“Yes, but I’d prefer you to be the man spanking me.”
In the booth, watching the scene, they both played with themselves, and the intimacy of the act was not lost on Corey. They were sharing their arousal and their enjoyment of watching the pleasure unfold.
The Dom brought the woman to orgasm twice before the Dom actually found his release.
Alexa surprised Corey as she took his length into her mouth, taking him to the back of her throat, and sucking hard. She didn’t let him go, and he released his cum into her mouth. Once she was done, he wasn’t about to be outdone, and moved her so that she was sitting on the table. He spread her legs and gave her an orgasm there with his tongue while at the same time using his fingers in her pussy and ass.
Afterward, they sat together, and peace settled over him.
There was no desire to run for another woman. There was no sudden urge to get away from Alexa. Corey found himself more than content to sit with Alexa in his arms, not wanting to let her go.
He had an idea of what his feelings meant, but it scared him.
After so long of playing around with women, he was suddenly faced with a woman he didn’t want to let go. What would he do if Alexa wanted to let him go?
The tables were turning, and he was suddenly the one at risk of being left behind.
Chapter Seven
The orgy room
Corey was pretty determined to get her to the club, so on Tuesday night, Alexa found herself back with him in the safety of the club. She wouldn’t allow him to meet her outside, and even though at work she looked for him, he didn’t invade her space. She had no doubt that he knew where she lived. He’d had access to her file, and before she burned her file, she saw that her address was indeed there, along with all of her other documents. When she saw the fantasy part of the file, she’d been embarrassed. Once she read through her answers, she saw she’d not gone into detail of her darkest ones.
In three weeks Becca was going to be back home, and Alexa was worried about what her friend would think. They never really talked about their own personal lives, but she just knew her friend would say something about her time with Corey.
The club members were talking about them, which was strange. She noticed the pointed looks and the whispers. Some women had even approached Corey tonight wondering if he wanted a taste. She hadn’t said anything even though she’d been struck by jealousy at their rudeness. Alexa fought with herself constantly not to show any emotion when it came to Corey. She liked him, and that was enough to get her hurt. He’d waited for her at the entrance to the club, and even escorted her to the main bar. Now, they were actually sat in the orgy room that Nathan had taken her to.
She looked around the room, and it just didn’t do it for her.
Sure, it was pretty hot watching the men and women get it on, but that kind of sex never any appeal to her. She liked sex, but she preferred to know who her partner actually was.
“Orgy is not your thing?” Corey asked.
“Nah. Sex is all well and good, but look, they’re just diving right in. I don’t judge anyone who likes it. I don’t. Do you?”
“No. I don’t actually. But I’ve never even wanted to try it. I just find it interesting to watch.”