Rhythmically, as if trying to tune the beating of my heart to hers, she clenches my hand as we climb the shallow staircase.
She smiles through a tightened jaw and walks with a grace devoid of its usual life. Holly's facade would make fools of most people, but to me, her stress couldn't be more obvious if she were wearing a signboard.
"Good evening. How may I help you?" a melodic voice reaches out from the shadows as a beautiful woman in a fitted and very feminine tuxedo steps from the darkness.
"Good evening Michelle," I say, passing her two plastic cards taken from the inside pocket of my tuxedo jacket. "We have a reservation for 8:30."
Michelle smiles, swiping the rectangles through the notebook computer she cradles like a high-tech clipboard. Returning the membership cards, her voice is full of recognition.
"Welcome back, Mr Maxwell. And you as well, Ms Carbone. Good to see you again." A door, previously hidden in the immaculate matte black finish of the building, swings open of its own accord as Michelle steps aside.
"Thank you very much, Michelle. Have a good night." I smile, gesturing for Holly to enter. The door closes silently, sealing us in. The large obsidian desk across the dim foyer hides the man until we have crossed over half the great hall. He knows we are coming of course, and strides out from his post behind the counter.
"Mr. Maxwell and Ms Carbone, welcome back to The Blackness. We have prepared for your reservation at 8:30, as per your requests. If you will follow me, I will take you to your room to get prepared." His accent was a very refined British, suggesting a high level of efficiency and competency.
"Thank you Billy. Yes, please." Down a darkened corridor and past a series of closed doors, we reach the very last door at the end of the hall. Billy unlocks the room with an antique skeleton key and ushers us inside.
"If there is anything you require, please do not hesitate to call. I will be back to bring you to the Main Room at 8:25."
Relief flashes across Holly's pale face as the door closes silently behind the concierge. She feels more comfortable here than almost any other place in the world. Here she can be herself at her most primal, sensual level, existing only for experiences and sensations. And everything at The Blackness exists solely for its guest's experiences and sensations.
As promised, our clothing and other items the club had picked up earlier in the week were arranged neatly, Holly's in one antique wardrobe, mine in another. The leather items glowed with a high sheen and the clothing was freshly laundered and pressed.
It was this attention to detail which earned The Blackness its reputation and standing in the community, and gave it the ability to charge its highly outrageous membership fees. People paid because there was simply no other place like The Blackness in this country or any other.
As "Honoured Patrons" however, our membership fees were waived, provided we made reservations at least four times per year. This was our seventh reservation this year and we had plans to come at least twice more before New Year's Eve.
"What are you thinking about?" Holly asks with an intrigued look. Her green eyes try to bore into my soul but I am fully in the room and in character.
"Holly, we have talked about this before. You are not permitted to speak once we enter the club. You had been doing such a good job until now, as well. But, rules are rules and there must be consequences."
Hearing my rebuke, both in my words and in the tone of my voice, Holly shudders. A small amount of fear, mixed with growing anticipation, desire and the need for release flashes across her features.
Falling to her knees, she bows her head, long red hair held back in a ponytail tied with a dark crimson velvet ribbon. "Please forgive me, master. I forgot the rules and needed to be reminded. Please teach me so I will not forget again." Voice strong but barely above a whisper.
"Not now, my dear. I want you to think about what you have done and feel ashamed that I have chosen not to punish you immediately. Now, stand up and dress me. We are running out of time and we cannot be late."
Bounding to her feet, Holly moves behind me to remove my tuxedo jacket. Well practiced, she slides it easily from my shoulders and off my arms, quickly hanging it up in the armoire. Before long, the remainder of my tuxedo has been neatly hung as well, leaving me naked in the centre of the room.
Holly kneels in front of me again, this time with a cloth wet with warm water and rinses my stiffening cock, balls and ass. Pleased with her work, she looks up at me for permission. "Yes my dear," is all I say and, with an excited smile, Holly takes my hard member between her lips.
This was all part of our ritual. She would undress and wash me, then suck me almost to the point of orgasm. She would stop of her own accord, knowing and having experienced the punishment of not being careful enough and making me cum in her mouth. I prefer to fulfill our reservation feeling a bit sexually tense and Holly can tell the difference immediately when I am not at my peak.
So, after much practice, she can usually bring me to the brink and stop. A few times she has deliberately gone too far just to make me displeased and force me to punish her. I wonder if tonight was going to be one of those nights.
She had been telling me all week how bad it was at work and how much stress she was under. Holly almost jumped through the phone in excitement when I asked if she wanted me to try to get us this reservation.
But no, Holly was being a good girl tonight, except for speaking earlier. She knows the punishment for speaking is much lighter than the one for making me cum, so she is being disobedient, but not too much. I make a note of this and decide to be a little more observant and flexible when we get to the main room.
As my body begins to shake, Holly stops sucking and holds my cock motionless against her tongue. She is feeling me out tonight too. Sometimes, she has stopped at the correct time but I have thrust into her mouth to push myself over the edge, only to blame her to justify punishment.
Tonight, I am a good boy as well and remove my throbbing dick from her mouth, as much as it pains me to do so. "Dress me now."
Rising, Holly moves to my armoire. Unzipping the garment bag, she has her first glimpse at the outfit I had chosen to wear tonight and her sudden intake of breath tells me it meets with her approval.
