Twisted (Dark Book 1) Page 3

  He nodded.

  “It’s not a place I frequent often. I was heading home and it looked lively in there. I thought I’d stop in and have a drink. Maybe it would take me back to those days long ago when I, too, was in college.”

  “I’m sorry, Ayden, I don’t think you could be more than thirty.”

  “You’re just too sexy, Amber. I know that sounds like a terrible line, but it’s true.”

  As he spoke, I sat mesmerized by his full, sensual mouth. I could only imagine how his lips would feel kissing down my neck. Or how good it would feel to have him tease my pussy with them.

  “Ayden, I’m not interested in hooking up with anyone tonight.”

  He leaned forward to capture my hand.

  “What about tomorrow?”

  I shrugged. He was hot, rugged, and handsome. My pussy throbbed with need. Maybe I shouldn’t be so hasty to dismiss him.

  “Maybe.”

  Ayden beamed looking at his phone.

  “Well, Princess, it’s exactly 11:55 PM. So, in five minutes consider yourself fucked.”

  My mouth fell open shocked at his bold assertion.

  “Close your mouth, baby. Save your strength, you’ll need it.” With that, he took my hand and led me out of the coffee shop.

  Hand in hand, we walked out onto the street. Reaching a sleek black Mercedes, he gestured toward it. As I went to open the passenger door, he slammed me against the car kissing me so ferociously I felt faint.

  “Ayden,” I breathed, feeling his soft, full lips on mine. He tasted salty sweet. His cologne was subtle, but masculine. I ran my hands up his back feeling his muscular frame.

  “Amber, you’re so hot,” he whispered, running his hand boldly up my dress. The heat rose from my pussy as his fingers tickled the edge of my lacy panties. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter. His tongue lightly caressed my own as his hand worked its’ way inside my panties.

  Several passersby paused to watch us. Ayden paid no mind as his long supple fingers rubbed my aching clit. I moaned loudly as he pushed me back even harder against the car. I tangled my hands in his thick dark hair as he brought his lips to my breasts. Burying his face in my cleavage, his fingers continued to rub my clit. My head fell back as I felt myself ready to come as he expertly played my clit.

  “Not yet, baby,” he whispered. My pussy was dripping wet as he pulled my dress open and wrenched my bra down. My tits burst forth in his face.

  “Damn, baby, your tits are perfect.” He grabbed them kneading them in this hands as I pulled him closer to me. My nipples tingled with pleasure as he flicked them back and forth tugging them viciously.

  Suddenly, he reached down pushing my panties to the side. He grabbed my ass in his hands as he pushed me up against the car. He wrapped my legs about his waist.

  I heard his zipper open. I gasped with surprise. Without warning, he pushed his enormous cock inside my pussy.

  “Ayden,” I groaned loudly. I knew we’d likely be fucking before the night was over, but I never expected this. Several people stopped on the street staring as Ayden continued to thrust his cock inside me.

  To hell with modesty, I thought as I felt him churn his big, thick cock deep inside me. He was so big he was stretching me to the hilt. My lips felt as though they would split. He filled me up like no man had ever done before. Thrusting in and out, I felt my orgasm shudder within me. Biting my lip to keep from screaming, I felt myself come harder than I ever had before. Ayden continued to pound my pussy vigorously gripping my ass so hard I felt as though he’d rip me in half. The car scraped against my back tearing my flesh as I could feel blood trickling down my flesh.

  Suddenly, he gave one final quick thrust and came deep within me groaning loudly.

  “God, Amber, you’re so fucking tight.” He eased me down and slapped me hard on the ass. People were still staring in amazement as I pulled my dress up to cover my breasts.

  Ayden popped the passenger door open.

  “Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, let’s go back to my place and really get to know each other.” He grinned at my astonished face.

  As he turned to the gathering crowd, he gave a sweeping bow.

  “Hope you all enjoyed the show tonight.”

  Three

  Ash

  Several nights later, I found myself lurking in the shadows of New York’s fetish nightlife. A private club I had frequented several years ago was holding a special event tonight. They had contacted me requesting a guest host.

  And who was I to say no?

  This club was quite special and one of the very best I’d found in all my travels. The exterior of the club was not extraordinary to say the least. On the outside, the building appeared as a rundown, old factory, but beyond the front doors lay a pleasure palace not to be believed…

  Membership to the club was very exclusive. All members had to submit documentation of clean STD tests. Membership wasn’t only limited to those who could afford the yearly dues, but they were also carefully selected by the owner to fit the needs of the other members.

  The club never needed to advertise and there were hundreds of people on the waiting list just be considered for membership. I hadn’t been back to this club for a few years and I was anxious to get back into the ‘swing’ of things, so to speak.

  The music was loud with a hard, pulsating beat. As I approached the door, a burly bouncer stepped in front of me.

  “Are you a member, sir?”

  I rolled my eyes pulling my wallet out. I flashed him my membership card.

  “Oh, Mr. Blackthorne, I apologize. You’re tonight’s special host.”

  His eyes bulged appreciatively when he realized who I was.

  “That I am.” I smirked as he waved me inside.

  “Enjoy your evening, Sir.”

  The music filled the air as I stepped down into the dimly lit club. Lantern sconces and paintings of scantily clad women decorated the walls. The room was slightly smoky causing me to cough. I had hoped the filtration system would be better.

  Walking down the carpeted stairs, I found myself surrounded by a throng of beautiful women in various stages of undress.

  “Good evening, Mr. Blackthorne.” Normally, it would come as a surprise to me that some of these women would remember me seeing as I hadn’t been here in a few years, but as always it seemed I’d made quite an impression on them.

  “Good evening, ladies.” I nodded looking the petite brunette next to me up and down. Her tits were small, but firm their peaks jutting clearly through her thin dress.

  “Mr. Blackthorne, could I show you to the VIP lounge?” The petite brunette winked at me.

  “Of course. Forgive me, beautiful, but it seems I’ve forgotten your name. It’s so unlike me to forget the name of such a lovely young woman.” I took her outstretched hand.

  She blushed furiously and giggled.

  “Oh, I’ve never met you formally, Mr. Blackthorne. Your reputation merely precedes you. I’m Kiki.”

  “Well, Kiki, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Tightening my grasp on her tiny hand, she led me to the VIP lounge in the back.

  “The pleasure will be all mine, Mr. Blackthorne.” She giggled again as I watched her tight firm ass moving beneath her dress. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  My cock stiffened immediately as I imagined bending her over and taking my crop to her tight little ass.

  “Are you ready, Mr. Blackthorne? We have quite the surprise for you tonight.”

  Throwing open the huge double doors dramatically, my eyes widened in awe at the vast expanse of space before me. It was larger than I’d remembered. One wall was lined with a large bar covered in gray marble. There were several dozen large leather chairs placed strategically throughout the room. The walls were decorated in a dramatic splash of red and gold and the effect was quite tasteful.

  The highlight of the room was an enormous stage on which sat a large leather backed throne upon a dais. Next to the throne on a b
lack lacquered table was a vast collection of sexual accoutrements such as whips, floggers, restraints, handcuffs, blindfolds, and my personal favorite, riding crops. A leather bench had been wheeled over to set next to the throne where a partner could be properly bound and punished.

  As I walked over the shiny hardwood floor, my heels clicked. The room was filled to capacity with women of all shapes and sizes. Several men also stood around drinking and talking.

  As Kiki led me over to the bar, a hush fell over the room. Several people nodded in my direction.

  “Is that him?”

  “That’s him! It’s the Mr. Blackthorne.”

  “Really? He’s tonight’s guest dom!”

  Female whispers in the crowd reached my ears delighting me. I wondered who I would choose as my sub for the evening. After all, I supposed I was providing tonight’s entertainment.

  “Macallan, right, Sir?” The beautiful blonde behind the bar passed me a crystal tumbler and a bottle. Her breasts were high and full, her lips blood red. She was wearing a tight leather top and velvet cuffs around her wrists.

  “Not tonight, never before a scene. I’ll take a Pellegrino with a twist of lime.” I reached into my pocket and tossed her a thick wad of bills.

  “I apologize, Sir. Here’s your water.” She batted her long lashes at me.

  Kiki hovered by my side. Her firm tiny ass called to me and I wondered if I should pick her as my play partner for the evening. Still, as I looked around it seemed as though there would be another woman who would be more suitable for me. Several other couples and groups were partaking in their own play time. I walked around observing all the raw, carnal pleasure.

  Turning back around towards the bar, I noticed a gorgeous creature staring at me. Her hair was long and silky spilling down her back. It was chestnut brown. Her eyes were mesmerizing as she watched me. I began to walk towards her noticing her enormous, firm tits thrust up invitingly in a tight corset that laced up the back. She turned revealing her long, luscious legs ending in 5 inch stilettos. She was stunning.

  This would be my partner for the evening.

  “Hello there. How are you doing tonight?” I eyed her full sensual lips. They were shiny with lipstick. I could imagine how good they’d feel on my hard cock.

  “You’re Mr. Blackthorne, aren’t you? Tonight’s featured dom?” She traced her fingertips lightly over her collarbone, a move that nearly brought me to my knees.

  “Yes, I am, gorgeous. And to whom am I having the pleasure of speaking with?” I moved closer to her. I could smell the sweetness of her perfume.

  “I’m Sasha.” She extended her hand to me. Her nails were perfectly manicured and lacquered dark red.

  “You may call me Ash, Sasha. But for tonight I want you to call me--”

  “—Daddy?” She smiled easing off her barstool.

  I chuckled. As she stepped down, her breasts lightly brushed against me. They were even bigger close up. I couldn’t help but gape at her sizable cleavage.

  “No, Sasha, tonight I’m Sir.”

  She leaned forward to purr in my ear.

  “So, are you choosing me to be your sub for tonight’s show? What makes you think I’m interested?” She mocked me with her teasing smile.

  I finished my water and placed the glass on the bar. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to me.

  “Because I know you are. Look at you, flirting with your eyes, your delicious cleavage spilling out of that corset. You want someone to play with you.”

  She didn’t attempt to resist my hold rather she stood there staring up into my eyes.

  “You’re right, I do want to play with someone. But not with you.” With that, she turned away from me.

  Sasha was easily the hottest girl in the room. She fit the bill for me in every way possible and I wasn’t about to let her get away. I could tell from the way she moved she was a sub and she wanted a man who could put her in her place.

  “Why not?” I flashed her my most wicked grin.

  She turned back toward me smiling. Her tits jiggled slightly as she spoke.

  “You’re hot, Ash, but I’ve done the ‘pretty boy’ thing before. Guys like you, they’re all bark no bite. See that guy over there?” She gestured to a tall, muscular man covered in tattoos.

  I nodded smirking.

  “I was thinking he’d be just the guy to give it to me right. Guys like him know how to bite.”

  “So you want bite, huh?” I mused aloud looking at her. Pretty little Sasha had no idea just what a guy like me could do to her. She turned back towards the bar.

  “Sasha, come here,” I commanded in a deep, low growl.

  She whipped her head around and stared at me. In mere seconds, she seemed to melt before my eyes.

  “Really, Ash? That’s the best you’ve got? Verbal domination? That might impress the weak little bitches in here, but it doesn’t do a damn thing for me. If that’s your idea of a bite, well, you’ve got a lot of work to do.” With that, she threw her tiny purse over her shoulder standing up to leave.

  Oh really? I knew how to deal with women like her.

  I promptly marched over to the throne that was awaiting me. I snatched a leather whip from the table. Quickly, I made my way through the crowd back to Sasha. I stopped a few feet away from her.

  “Princess, I told you to come here.” With that, I lashed the whip through the air. It cracked loudly.

  Sasha cried out loudly with surprise as she walked over to me.

  The rest of the patrons stopped to watch the dramatic scene unfold. Kiki stood biting her lip her eyes downcast as I imagined she was disappointed I hadn’t chose her to be my partner for the night.

  Rubbing her ass, Sasha sauntered over to me.

  I snatched her long hair winding it tightly around my fist. Pulling her to me, I growled at her.

  “How’s that for a bite?”

  “I must say, Sir, I am impressed. Can’t wait to see what you can do to me up there.”

  Releasing her hair, I spun her around wrapping my arm about her waist.

  “That’s better. Now, come, let us give these wonderful people the show they came to see.”

  Taking her hand, I led her up to the stage. All the play areas had been cleared as everyone stopped to watch the scene begin to unfold. I spoke in a hushed voice so that only Sasha could hear me.

  “Sasha, do you agree to be my play partner for the evening?”

  “Yes, Sir, I do.” She nodded anxious to get started.

  “Sasha, will you please tell me your safe word.”

  “My safe word tonight is Panther.”

  I chuckled to myself. Women could be so creative with their safe words.

  “Very good. As you know, Sasha, I will continue applying the crop, the whip, the flogger, or anything else as I see fit unless you say the safe word. Upon saying the safe word, I will stop immediately. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir, I do.”

  “You also acknowledge that I may do anything to you I wish and if you have hard limits you will tell me right now. Do you understand?” My cock throbbed with anticipation.

  “Yes, Sir. My hard limits consist of not drawing blood or asphyxiation.”

  “Very good, Sasha. Those are part of mine as well not to worry. This is for pleasure and fun not to harm you.”

  The crowd stood anxiously watching us.

  “Without further ado, let us proceed.”

  A hush fell over the crowd as I picked up a set of leather restraints. Obediently, Sasha offered her wrists up to me to bind. Tightly, I wound the restraints around her delicate wrists. Spinning her around to face the crowd, I ran my hands over her tits lasciviously.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention please? This lovely young woman, Sasha has agreed to be my partner for the evening and your entertainment. I just want all of you to take a moment and feast your eyes upon her glorious beauty. Have you ever seen such amazing breasts?” With that, I unzipped her corset and her delicious
tits burst forth.

  The crowd awed appreciatively. Sasha was indeed a gorgeous woman with a phenomenal body. I couldn’t wait to ravage her in front of this crowd. My cock was rock hard pressing against my pants with urgency.

  Whipping the corset from her body, I turned my attention to her tiny black panties. Falling to my knees before her, I ran my hands up the length of her long legs. Her breath came in short gasps as my fingers brushed between her legs. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy. Pressing my face to her firm body, I inhaled her scent. She smelled as delicious as I’d imagined she would. Soon, I would be parting those sweet lips and tasting her.

  Turning back to the crowd, I waved my hand dramatically.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, of course, I need to strip this beautiful woman of all her clothes so that we may behold her in the flesh. Who would like to come up here and assist me in removing her lacy panties?”

  Several members of the audience both men and women stepped forward. I gave each one careful consideration. As much as I’d like to see another man pull Sasha’s panties from her wet, aching pussy, a quiet yet beautiful woman caught my eye.

  “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your interest. There will be many more opportunities to participate in tonight’s entertainment; however, I’ve made my selection.”

  Gesturing to the petite, busty redhead standing quietly in the front row, I waved her to come up on the stage.

  As she jiggled up to the stage, I put my arm around her. An exquisite beauty with firm, full breasts, I eyed her up and down. She’d be perfect to strip Sasha.

  “Hello, beautiful lady. How is it we’ve never met? What is your name?”

  She looked down, blushing furiously.

  “You may call me Lacey, Sir.”

  I nodded giving her tight little ass a squeeze. She was dressed in a tight red dress and red stiletto heels.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lacey. Of course, you know who I am. But let’s introduce you to my sub of the night, Sasha. She’s gorgeous, don’t you think?” I led Lacey over to Sasha who was standing there topless waiting for us.