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  Cherrelle had never shared her most kinky desires—some things were just for you and you alone. But there was something about the way Lewis watched her, waiting in anticipation for her response.

  Somehow she knew that Lewis wouldn’t judge her for her fantasies, and that made her want to share them with him. If she took the easy road then she sensed that it would disappoint him. So she confided to him about her most taboo fantasy.

  “I-I have always been turned on by the idea of being ravaged.”

  “Raped?”

  Her face heated. There wasn’t anything sexy about that word.

  “Maybe not-“

  “Don’t.”

  She gave him a curious look.

  “Own your fantasy. Tell me.”

  She nodded. “Well it’s just a fantasy. It’s not something that I would really want to happen.”

  “Of course,” he replied.

  “Okay.” She sighed and then told him about her fantasy of being taken, of fighting of being held down and forced to take it, forced to cum, forced to enjoy it. He was stroking her arm.

  “Look,” she said seriously. “I’m not asking you to fulfill that fantasy. If you ever did I would seriously freak out.”

  “Don’t worry. It’s not my fantasy to take. I want you to give it to me willingly.”

  She nibbled her lip at the sexy way his long blonde hair fell into his blue eyes. He was sexy as hell. She would give it to him—probably anything that he wanted.

  Chapter Five

  Cherrelle was so ready. Lewis grinned to himself. She just didn’t know it.

  He dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that hugged his chest and abs. And then he headed for the club. Cherrelle had already left earlier that morning and he had business to take care of before heading to the restaurant.

  “Mr. Berkshire,” he was greeted by a male receptionist. The front desk never had a woman receptionist. It gave the appearance of a legitimate office and in fact the building appeared to be nothing more than a set of businesses. Danny who worked the front desk even wore a suit and tie.

  The reception area was stark yet tasteful with marble floors and black and chrome décor. There was no hint that one floor below housed one of the most exclusive sex clubs in the city. Abstract art decorated the walls and strangers were likely to think the business handled here involved architectural designs.

  “You haven’t been here in a long time. How can I help you today?” Danny asked when Lewis stopped at his desk instead of using one of the private elevators to enter the play area.

  “I have a guest that I would like to introduce.” Lewis passed him a simple manila folder, realizing that it had indeed been a while. It wasn’t uncommon for him to ‘play’ three or more times a week. But since meeting Cherrelle he had been preoccupied with exploring their intense sexual attraction. So much so that he had preferred sex with her than with indulging in the delights of the club.

  Danny opened the folder and smiled in appreciation of the photograph that was included with Cherrelle’s application. There weren’t many African American women and most of those were Doms. He wasn’t into that scene because most of the Doms didn’t fuck, they just punished. And frankly Lewis liked to fuck.

  Included with the application was a recent medical printout showing negative STD results. Lewis and Cherrelle had agreed upon testing when they first began. He realized that she wouldn’t like that he shared this information but although the file contained her picture, it didn’t include her name. She would be assigned a number and then a ranking. He, of course, had reached VIP Platinum, which was the highest level. She would begin at the fledgling level of white, which meant that she could not be touched by anyone but him.

  After signing a disclosure agreement she would be allowed access to all but the highest-level play areas. The price for access to the VIP Platinum level included a membership fee akin to a luxury vehicle. However, it took more than wealth to become a VIP, which was by invitation only. VIPs had to be physically appealing regardless of age. One paid well for the discretion of indulging in your sexual whims.

  But money was something that Lewis did not lack. Even without the restaurant he came from a family of wealth.

  “I will have this processed by the close of business tomorrow.” Danny stated. “Her access will be available at the front desk.”

  “Thank you Danny.”

  “My pleasure, Mr. Berkshire. And welcome back.”

  Lewis turned and left feeling an inkling of trepidation at those words. He headed for the gym for a quick workout and then after cleaning up went to the restaurant to help with the lunch rush.

  “She’s in.” Lewis said while slipping on a long black apron over his crisp white shirt and expensive slacks.

  Nash gave him a distracted look as he expertly sautéed an order of fresh vegetables in a balsamic vinegar glaze. “What?”

  Lewis headed out to the restaurant floor but looked over his shoulder at his friend and partner and said simply, “She’s in.”

  It was hours later while the two were having their evening meal that Nash finally asked.

  “So you think she’s going to be into swapping?” He asked while chewing his pasta.

  “We will see.” Lewis was cutting into a steak, which Nash had prepared to perfection.

  “And what if she just goes along with it to please you but she’s not really into it?” The big man asked while studying his friend. Lewis could be self-serving and had left the casualties of many relationships in his wake. But Nash hoped that Cherrelle wouldn’t be one of them. He thought that she was good for his friend who had settled down a lot over the last few months.

  “Cherrelle is a big girl and I won’t force her to do anything. If she bites then she could be the one that I can share everything with.”

  “The perfect sex partner,” Nash smirked.

  “No. The perfect partner.” Lewis replied without missing a beat.

  Nash was thoughtful as he continued to eat.

  Lewis opened the door for Cherrelle and she looked around in surprise. This was not a club. There was no music or half dressed individuals groping on each other. This was just an office building.

  She gave Lewis an inquisitive look but he just smiled and guided her to a receptionist desk.

  “Mr. Berkshire. Hello. And Ma’am.”

  The couple greeted the friendly man. Cherrelle looked him over for any sign of his true nature. He was just a thirty-something white man with short dark hair and wearing an expensive suit. He placed a form in front of her.

  “Ma’am, please read and sign this non-disclose form. I trust that Mr. Berkshire has informed you concerning the regulations of our establishment?”

  “Yes. It has Vegas rules; what happens at the club stays at the club.”

  Danny smiled and nodded. “That is absolutely true. Now here is your access card. Place this against any sensor to any room that you have access to and you will be allowed entrance.” The card was black vinyl with hologram writing on the front that said simply Club. On the back was a QR barcode below the numbers 757.

  “Here you will have no need to share your name. Your identity is confidential but your information may be accessed by the number written on the back of this card as well as your bracelet. When entered into the keypad found on every level, it will provide information about your…interests. As a guest your information will obviously be listed as guest. My I please have your left wrist.”

  Cherrelle offered her wrist, feeling her nerves begin to cause her palms to sweat. Lewis had invited her but had promised that she would not have to do anything that she didn’t want to do. He promised to be at her side at all times and she had been curious enough to agree.

  Now she had a fear laced anticipation and hoped that what she saw here tonight wouldn’t turn her off. She was just beginning to understand that Lewis had kinkier appetites than she was used to. When he said things about wanting to watch her suck a big cock or eating her pussy while others watc
hed she was just beginning to understand that it was more than just dirty talk. He actually wanted those things.

  Did that mean that he wasn’t really into her? Because it sounded like he wanted to share what they had, and she was used to the opposite; a man that wanted her all to himself.

  The receptionist had placed a white band around her wrist. “There. Please enjoy your stay.” The band also had the code and number on it.

  Lewis placed his hand around her waist and led her to a set of elevators. “Next time we can just enter through the garage.”

  “Next time? You’re pretty confidant that I will like it here.” Cherrelle smirked playfully.

  He kissed her neck. “You will.”

  He pressed the down button.

  Chapter Six

  The elevator doors opened and they entered a posh black interior that glowed with blue and red ambient lights. Music drifted softly from hidden speakers. There were five large chrome buttons with numbers etched into each. Lewis reached out and pressed the button marked number one.

  A moment later the doors opened into a corridor. A few people were milling around, some held drinks but none were naked or involved in an orgy. Cherrelle still had the feel of being in an upscale office building. But she could faintly hear music, jazzy ambient music like the type that Lewis listened to and it was coming from further down the corridor.

  As they headed in that direction the other individuals nodded in silent greeting to Lewis but most allowed their eyes to linger on Cherrelle. Lewis placed his arm possessively around her and that turned her on more than being watched—perhaps it was knowing that someone else found her desirable while her man knew full well what they were thinking, what they wanted.

  Yes. She might find this acceptable.

  They reached a room with a glass wall and doorway, which allowed her to see exactly what she had expected to see when she first entered the building. She gave Lewis a quick look of surprise. He just wore a half smile. He used his bracelet, which wasn’t made of plastic like hers. His was platinum with intricate designs and the numbers 211 etched into it. Once he pressed the bracelet against a sensor box next to the door, it slid open.

  The music could now be clearly heard. Cherrelle’s head swiveled from one direction to another as she took in couples dancing sensually. Some were seated on love seats making out. One man was suckling the breast of his partner who was stroking his exposed cock. There were others dancing while sandwiched together. But no one was openly having sex.

  He took her hand and led her to a chrome and black leather bar. “Two Tom Collins,” Lewis ordered for them. While they waited for their drinks Cherrelle watched a man sitting in the barstool next to where they were standing. He appeared to be in his forties and had his hand between the thighs of a woman who seemed about the same age.

  They were very casual as they whispered and fondled each other while occasionally exchanging kisses.

  She was startled when Lewis whispered into her ear. “That’s kind of sexy, isn’t it?”

  She had to admit that it was. The couple had no inhibition about being seen. In fact the man glanced at her and only deepened the kisses that he was delivering to his partner upon realizing that he was being watched.

  “I thought it was going to be wild. It’s not.”

  “Well, there is more to see,” he stated while handing her her drink.

  She gave him a nervous laugh before being led away from the bar. Lewis led her past dancers and couples openly enjoying their partner’s bodies. Many looked at her or Lewis and if they recognized him they greeted him, but no one made an attempt to touch her.

  Her drink was surprisingly strong but good. They didn’t make the cheap stuff here and Lewis hadn’t paid. She followed him as he moved with slow confidence to the opposite end of the room. This time the glass wall and door were colored a dark opaque, which didn’t allow her to see much more than the cloudy forms of individuals.

  He whispered into her ear. “People who like to watch put on shows for others. You have to be quiet.”

  She nodded with large eyes as he scanned them into this next room.

  The lights were dim and the mood was different. It was dark. All of the furnishings were black including the hard marble floor, with the exception of the center of the room. There was a step down into a carpeted space where cushioned pallets had been placed. On the pallets were nude and half dressed individuals involved in an orgy of writhing, kissing and fucking bodies.

  Along the circumference of the pit were love seats and chairs for people who wanted to watch but not join. Most of those that watched were engaged in various forms of sex with one or more people. One man just watched and stroked himself. He was very attractive and she wondered why he wasn’t in the pit—but then she remembered that Lewis said that some kinks involved just watching.

  When she looked at Lewis he was watching her. He tipped his drink in her direction and took a drink. She did the same meaning that if she drank this wouldn’t be quite as shocking.

  He led her to a deep leather armchair where he sat and had her sit on his lap. “Watch.” He said simply.

  And she did.

  There were probably less than twenty people in the orgy room and she watched those in the pit spread themselves to accept the attention of anyone who should want them. Some didn’t even look at who touched them.

  Lewis whispered into her ear. “There aren’t as many people in this room because this is a strictly heterosexual room. Look, do you see the woman with the white bracelet like yours?”

  Cherrelle did. She was plump and pink with big pink nipples and a shaved pink pussy. “Well she is adventurous.” A man was eating her but no one else touched her.

  “The white bracelet means that she is to be touched by no one but the one who brought her.”

  Cherrelle smiled and relaxed now that she had witnessed for herself that this was a safe environment for her.

  Watching people enjoying themselves sexually was a turn on better than porn. No one was putting on a show, they were just into their kink of having sex while being watched.

  Lewis kissed her neck as he watched but didn’t push her towards sex beyond occasionally stroking her nipples through her dress or rubbing his erect cock against her bottom.

  Cherrelle couldn’t deny that it was a big turn on. But beyond rocking her ass against his cock and allowing him to pinch her nipples she wasn’t interested in fucking in front of anyone.

  Lewis took her empty glass and placed it on a round side table next to their seat. He pointed to mirrors along the opposite wall.

  “Those are two-way mirrors. There are rooms where you can watch in privacy, or put on private shows for others.” He stood and led her around a corner where there was a corridor lined with doors. He located one that had vacancy appearing within a small sliding slot.

  “Shall we?”

  Her pussy was throbbing and she nodded.

  They entered the room, which had a larger leather lounger big enough for two or more people to recline on. There was a window, which gave a clear view of the pit but on either side of the room were two more windows, both were darkened.

  Lewis stepped behind her pulling her close to his body as they faced the window with the view of the pit. His hand moved beneath her dress and into her bra. Roughly he gripped her hard nipple between his fingers and rolled it. Her knees nearly buckled but he used his other hand to hold her against him. His hand slid down into her panties and was immediately coated with her slick honey.

  “Fuck,” He groaned. “I knew you would like it.”

  He continued to stroke her pussy and pinch her nipples as they watched the orgy from behind the two-way mirror.

  Cherrelle had found a secret side of herself—the taboo thrilled her. Not too much taboo, but watching and having Lewis masturbate her while they watched others caused the electricity that had been ebbing through her body all evening grow and threaten to engulf them both.

  She turned her head
to kiss him and she thought about how exciting it was between them when he wore the suit because the suit excited him. Just like the club excited him, and just like being watched was sure to excite him.

  “Those dark windows,” she whispered. “Open them.”

  He paused. “You know what those are?”

  “Windows to the other rooms adjacent to ours.”

  He pulled his hands free and strolled to the first window. He moved a lever and the darkened glass became translucent and they could clearly see a man and a woman on their lounge fucking doggy style.

  The couple both looked over once the view became visible, but they didn’t stop their fucking. Cherrelle went to the other window and maneuvered the lever the way Lewis had.

  This room had two men and a woman. They were on the lounge as well. The woman had her legs spread and one man was knelt on the floor before her eating her pussy while she sucked the cock of the other man. Both men were older than her and Lewis, and after the initial shock of seeing them so visibly she took a moment to appreciate their intensity.

  Lewis took her hand and led her to the lounger. “Everything is thoroughly cleaned and all toys replaced after each use.”

  “Toys?”

  Lewis opened a hidden closet that housed lubes, blindfolds, vibrators and other sexual devices—some she knew, some she didn’t. She shook her head and he slid the closet door shut.

  He walked up to her and kissed her. “Thank you for indulging me in my fantasy. This…” He nibbled her chin and lips, “Is what I’ve fantasized about. You and me enjoying ourselves while others watch and enjoy what we do with each other.”

  He slipped her dress off until she was standing in sexy black panties and bra. She wore no nylons because her long sleek legs were perfect without them. Her ebony skin was beautiful and Lewis liked the way his hand looked against it—or the way his cock looked pushing into her chocolate pussy.