Club Kink

Damien Rossi sat back in his favorite spot at ‘Club Kink’, the spot that overlooked pretty much everything. He could see the stage, the activity center, he could even turn around and look down on all the individual rooms behind the scenes. The rooms were specially designed for only this club, where men and women were often found hosting private sex sessions.

The club belonged to Damien Rossi, he was pleased to do anything he wished, whether sitting and watching women being pounded and punished or using any women for his pleasure.

The clubs had become quite common in Portland, Oregon—even though it was a smaller major city—for dominants and submissives to openly enjoy one another’s company.

Club Kink was simply one of those kinds of clubs, bondage and discipline, dominance, and submission, sadism and masochism club, a place where people could be free to do anything they wanted. Or BDSM as it had more popularly been known over the past several years.

Damien was rather fond of the sadistic part of things, he sought pleasure in pain, as it was his true nature as a vampire. Being a vampire was somewhat common, there were vampires here and there, though they were continually hunted.

Though, no one truly expected to find a vampire to be an owner of a club like this, where men and women came to play out their fantasies.

Damien could have had any woman in the building, but he couldn’t find the one he wanted. The woman of his dreams. The female who would submit to his every desire and find pleasure in being his. A slave for a night. Someone who he could play out his fantasies with, then wash her memory before sending her out into the world, hoping one day she would come back and reunite with him, all while pleading to be his slave forever.

He yearned for a woman like that, a woman who’d never forget him. A submissive woman he could have for life.

“Josh!” He raised his finger and gestured at the bartender on the top floor where he was perching. “Get me a beer,” he ordered.

The bartender was in front of him in seconds, “Sure thing, Boss,” he responded. In no time, there was a beer in front of him, foaming and cold, just how Damien preferred it.

The foam reminded him of an exploded erection, which made him tighten just a little. His cock throbbed in his pants as he turned and watched the play on the stage at the front of the warehouse, where his club was located.

It was a different play, and Damien was curious, turned on.

Everything in the club was done the way he preferred, the fantasies he enjoyed watching and the acts he wanted to see.

Damien pursed his lips after taking a quick gulp of the beer. His curious gaze ran over the stage, where he found two men and two women completely naked. The men had tied and gagged their women while flogging them softly and teasing their clits with a new toy recently released in the club for purchase.

The toy was in the shape of a rose, the end was suctioned against their pulsing nubs, which would then vibrate and push them into an exploding orgasm.

The women moaned in unison as their throbbing clits led them to orgasm. Their toes curled while their backs arched as their insides exploded. Damien wanted them to be twins for the play tonight at the club, but on short notice, it was difficult to find twins who’d participate, so he went with whatever was the next best option.

The men grabbed their women, turning them over to their stomachs. Their asses lifted in the air, their perfect backs arching again, and Damien grew hard in his pants.

People watched with careful stares. Their ankles and wrists were tied to the post underneath them, but their legs were splayed, and their knees were free, giving the men the perfect position to fuck them.

Just how he liked—the kink Master—Damien.

The climatic part of the play began. Eyes fell upon both women and men. Cocks stood erect, positioned close to their dripping holes, prepared for penetration.

But Damien’s attention was elsewhere. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a woman sitting alone at a table in the corner. It was a woman he had never seen in his club or life.

Most of the people in the club were influenced to have a great time and were recurring visitors.

His gaze remained focused on her. Her luscious brown hair flowed over her back, her eyes were gray-green, a storm within them, while her lips were full and plumped—although her figure was nothing compared to her beauty. She was beautiful.

His cock tightened in his jeans, growing and throbbing with every passing second. The material of his pants stretched and tugged forward as his cock hardened.

Damien now only wanted one thing—grabbing a fistful of her hair, slamming her against the wall and pounding into her until those plumped lips didn’t scream his name or until tears didn’t drip from her beautiful eyes.

But then something else crossed his mind—De Angelo. His face flashed in his head. The wretched old man he despised the most.

Suddenly, Damien’s erection disappeared.

He grumbled under his breath before glancing away from the intriguing woman. His hands wrapped around the glass of beer, and he chugged more than usual while remembering De Angelo, the man who had first turned him into a vampire and then forced him to sleep for three-hundred years.

Damien was aware De Angelo had a witch by his side who had helped to force him dead for nearly three centuries. For some reason, the spell had broken just a while ago, a couple years back, and he was awoken. It then led Damien to open the club and enjoy his life without being bothered by De Angelo, he silently hoped that all the De Angelos were dead and he would stay awake for the rest of eternity without any hunter troubling him.

A grin spread over his face as he recalled the past. It was a different time now, and he was happy where he was, but still, in disappointment, he shook his head while watching a throuple pass by him.

A single man was wearing leopard print while dragging two naked women behind him on silver chains that were sealed around their necks. Their bodies glistened under the strobing light.

Immediately, Damien became aware of where they were heading, and a smile spread over his face.

In the middle of the dance floor, equipment and toys were placed to be used by anyone. Men enjoyed watching women using the cock-rockers, and truth be told, so did Damien.

But his thoughts diverted to the woman sitting at the table across the club. He turned his attention from the throuple and looked over his shoulder to see what the woman was doing. His intentions were clear, he wanted to pursue her, but by the time he turned, the girl was nowhere to be seen.