Copyright: Tessie Bradford, 2011
Vivian Walcourt is completely out of her conservative, sheltered element when she finds herself at an ultra-exclusive adult club. Her free spirited best friend may think she’s in love with one of the owners, but Vivian doesn’t believe in whirlwind courtships.
Paul Landis never imagined the woman who has haunted his dreams for years would walk into his club with his partner’s fiancé. More beautiful than ever, unattached, and worked into a heightened state of horny by the evening’s entertainment, he sweeps her away to experience the very special pleasures found behind the closed doors of Sensations.
“You okay?” he asked, putting a few inches between them so he could gaze down into her passion-dazed face. He didn’t, however, remove his hand.
“That was wonderful,” she replied with a shy smile.
“That was only the beginning, darlin’. I want us horizontal with a whole lot of naked, now.”
“I don’t think I can walk very far.”
“Why, your legs wobbly?”
“No, well yes, but the hand between them is going to slow me down.”
“You’re magnificent,” he laughed, removing his digits and dropping a kiss on the end of her nose. He swept her up into his arms again and headed for the massive bed.
“Um, Paul, exactly where are we?” He watched her eyes widen as she glanced around the room.
“In one of the members only suites,” he said, setting her down on the edge of the mattress. He removed her cardigan and started undoing the buttons of her blouse.
“What was the inspiration, the freakin’ Tower of London?”
This is what he’d been afraid of. Sensations had a number of highly romantic suites and those that catered to various fetishes. They were in one of the latter. He’d hoped to be able to keep her in enough of an elevated state of horny that she wouldn’t be paying attention to her surroundings.
“It’s okay, baby, don’t worry. It’s just you, me, and this big comfy bed.” She helped him remove her shirt while craning to continue looking around.
“That’s a St. Andrew’s cross, isn’t it? Oh, and that’s a spanking bench, right? And, I don’t know what it’s called, but that saddle thing over there, is that the kind where a dildo’s attached and you ride it?” He watched in stunned disbelief as Vivian pointed at the various pieces of equipment. “What’s in the armoire?”
Paul burst out laughing. “I knew it, all conservative on the outside, wild and crazy underneath.” He was surprised when she lowered her eyes, and her cheeks turned pink. He knelt down and took her hands in his. “I meant that as a compliment, Viv.”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression, Paul. What just happened is a first for me, not the getting off part, but the speed and sort of uncontrolled part. A big side effect of not being wild and crazy is having a shit ton of alone time. I read a lot, and watch movies. I don’t have a great deal of real world experience, just a really active fantasy world.” He saw in her body language how difficult it was for her to say those words. He gathered her close.
“Darlin’, you’re a dream come true. Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me these things. What do you say? Let’s bring some of our fantasies to life.”
Enjoy a wonderful weekend!