Simone was nervous. Not only was it forebodingly dark in the car park now that the lights were off, but there was also that terrible lurching feeling in her stomach that told her they were making a big mistake. She didn't belong here. She was not experienced enough. Supposing she embarrassed him? Ryleigh seemed to have no such misgivings. He took the keys from the ignition and turned to face her, a quirky little smile playing across his lips.
'Ready?' he said oozing confidence.
She nodded and fiddled with her stocking tops some more, smoothing them down. A thick forefinger, the one he often used to explore her soft coral interior, dimpled her chin forcing her to look directly at him.
'Do you doubt my ability to keep you safe?' he asked quietly.
'No Sir.'
'Do you doubt my ability to give you what you need?' he pushed.
'Absolutely not.'
She fought the desire to look away. His gaze was a bonfire of power and lust in the twilight. The magnetic pull of it kept her glued.
His finger relinquished her chin and he stared through the windscreen as a trail of amber lights came on to illuminate their way to Archambault Hall.
'We shall stay as long as you feel comfortable, he said eventually. 'If you wish to leave at any time, you only need say. Understood?'
A staggered breath and a tiny smile was all that escaped her before she whispered the words;
'Yes Sir.'
He caught her hand and lifted it to his mouth, stroking her with his warm soft flesh.
'Then let's go my lady. The party awaits.'
They entered the huge building not touching, not holding hands - but still, she was clearly owned. Both sexes surveyed them enviously as they passed. Simone wondered if this was normal. A tall woman with ebony skin reached out and boldly dragged her purple talons across Ryleigh's left buttock as they crossed the threshold. Sensing Simone's immense displeasure at this, Ryleigh took her by the arm and guided her towards one of the few free sofas beneath the flashing neon lights of the sex club.
'Come and sit here', he commanded, gesturing towards his lap. He was wearing desert combat trousers which clung to his form in all the right places. The sight of the bulge contained therein was enough to make Simone do as she was bid immediately.
He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, as music throbbed in the background.
'Open your legs sweetheart. I need to check.'
She closed her eyes as he lifted up her flimsy skirt and searched beneath for her hot cunt.
'There,' he said, holding up a finger. It glistened deliciously beneath the club lights and drew the attention of several males and two females who were obviously lovers.
'Are you sharing tonight?' asked one male approaching.
'Nope,' came the curt reply. 'I only allow watching and at a distance.'
