The dim lighting and musky smell of sex assaulted her senses, as her eyes struggled to adjust to the activity around her. He had been holding her hand in the lobby, but his grasp became a firm grip on her upper arm as he confidently led her forward. Her palms were damp and she tried to subtly wipe them on her dress while keeping pace with his long strides.
They passed through an octagonal room filled with couches, lounges, and pedestals -- several of which were occupied by passionately embracing couples in various states of undress. A sex swing was in use at one side of the lounge, and a massage table was occupied across the room. Her pulse had begun to keep beat with the Techno music that was playing in the background as they advanced through the maze of lovers. Mounted high around the large space, there were scattered screens playing porn, presumably to encourage the mood through suggestion.
Drawing closer, her breath hitched as she noticed more activity surrounding this central area. No walls contained the space; rather there were eight glass paneled rooms, some of which had deep red curtains drawn, others of which were wide open. In an 18th century themed room to her right, a shapely blonde woman was calling out in the throes of passion as her partner's mouth was buried between her thighs. Through the glass side wall into the room next door, there appeared to be a threesome getting started on top of an office desk in a space filled with dark leather accents. Cinda glanced up at the handsome man that was leading her into this new world, her stomach clenching as she caught his hooded gaze taking in her shallow breaths and wide eyed stare.
Placing a possessive hand at the small of her back, Luke guided Cinda into an empty room, dimly lit by wall sconces. As he closed the door, Cinda felt a small sense of relief. Had he left the door open, it would have been an invitation for other couples to join. For now, thick velvet curtains were drawn on the three glass paneled sides of the room, creating a private cocoon in which Cinda could gain her confidence. Vents high on the walls allowed the sounds of neighboring activities to filter in, causing a pulse of arousal to go through her, as she felt her core clench in anticipation. It had been too long since she had been with a man, and her body was taking the lead over her brain. The intensity of the situation was so much more than she had anticipated, despite her research. Doubts and uncertainty began to take hold, as she realized that her actions had led her here, however unintentionally.
Taking a deep breath, Cinda examined the space that was bathed in filtered red light. Dominating the center of the room was a circular platform bed covered in black satin and matching pillows. To the side was a modern red chaise lounge that reminded her of a long tongue. An ornately framed square mirror covered most of the rear wall -- the only one that didn't open up to other rooms, but it still left the feeling of being watched. Swallowing back a wave of dizziness, Cinda didn't allow herself to wonder what was stored in the dark chest in the back corner.
When she proposed this "tryst" with the frustratingly domineering Luke Lawson, it was fueled by liquid confidence and lust. Her research into the underground elite club scene had hit a dead end, and by pestering the ultra-elite Mr. Lawson for information, she had no idea of the Pandora's Box that she had been opening. Though the sexual tension between them had been mounting, she had never crossed the line with an interview subject and professional contact before. Now it was obvious that she was playing with fire, and she needed to decide if she was going to allow herself to be consumed, or run before getting burned.
Turning to voice her doubts, her breath caught when she met the smoldering gaze of the striking man in front of her. Dark hair framed equally dark eyes that stared back at her like she was about to be devoured. Cinda blushed as she was struck with the desire to bury her hands in the sexy waves of his hair like she had seen the woman do in the other room. She watched as Luke unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing an interesting signet tattoo that seemed to be stamped over his heart. Stopping herself from reaching out to touch it, Cinda wondered what the significance was of that intricate marking. Suddenly, she became aware of him watching her as she stared at his chiseled chest. Smirking, he confidently moved towards her, capturing her mouth with his as he cupped her full breasts under her sundress. All thoughts in Cinda's head scattered as she became consumed by his mouth working hers. His lips were soft as they caressed hers, the kiss deepening as she began to respond with a need she hadn't realized she had. With each stroke of their tongues, Cinda felt the room slip away as she held on to only him. Breaking his mouth from hers, he methodically kissed down her jaw, throat, across her collarbones ... creating a liquid warmth inside Cinda that began to spread outward in waves. Gliding his strong hands down her shoulders, he slipped the straps down, freeing her breasts as the dress pooled down by her feet. Luke's fingers teased her nipples as he found her mouth again, kissing her in a thorough exploration before moving his mouth down to claim her hard peaks. Cinda's limited experience with men up until this point had done nothing to prepare her for the responses of her body and the overwhelming need that was burning through her at his touch.
Cinda moaned as his mouth expertly worked her nipples and his fingers traveled down to caress her clit. Though she had been skeptical, Luke's instructions to not wear any lingerie under her dress had proven beneficial for her. Shyly placing her hands on his broad shoulders for balance, Cinda arched both her back and hips towards him so that she could increase the contact with his skillful mouth and fingers. Her head fell back in a gasp before Luke captured her lips again. His fingers continued to tease, keeping time with his tongue as he walked her backwards until her legs felt the satin covering of the bed.
Laying her back, Luke paused to admire the view of her soft curves before slowly reaching over to draw back the drapes on their right ... and then to their left. His eyes never left hers as he gauged her reaction to the exposure. Cinda felt naked, displayed, and incredibly aroused as she saw the rooms open up beside them. The rational part of her wanted to shield her vulnerabilities from this virile man and others who might be watching, but her hips betrayed her as they began to writhe under Luke's heated stare. Before her thoughts could continue, he swiftly buried his mouth between her thighs, causing her eyes to flutter closed as she groaned loudly. His tongue lapped her up as his fingers probed her wetness and easily slid inside to find her sensitive folds of pleasure. Lost in desire, Cinda realized that her eyes had locked onto the scene of a man and a woman masturbating each other in the room next door as they watched Luke's head dipped down to her core. Being separated by glass walls made it seem less real, less threatening. She boldly watched them and felt her pleasure mount even higher as she saw the effect that she was having on them, as Luke masterfully took over her body and muted her mind. Suddenly, her body reacted in a primal response as her orgasm exploded; causing an exquisite release of the tensions she had been holding inside for too long. She cried out, arching her back and grabbing handfuls of Luke's dark wavy hair as she rode the waves of seemingly endless pleasure.
