The Club

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Chapter Three

Wyatt opened the door of the private room for me and as I walked in I gasped, it was fucking beautiful.

“You’ve never been here before?” He asked me, as he shut the door.

‘No, never. It’s really nice.’” I crawled onto the dark purple bed, the room was dark with only a strip of small purple lights around the ceiling. Above the bed, hanging on the wall was a strip of handcuffs, a gag and a red whip.

“Ohh look at that,” I smiled, touching the tassels of the whip. I sat on the purple pillows as I watched Wyatt get on the bed next to me, taking a gulp of his drink.

“Your tattoos are beautiful,” I whispered to him, my hand on his thigh.

“Have you seen this one?” He asked, moving his hair up, above his ear. There was a lotus flower on his scalp, in black and grey.

“No, I love that one,” I giggled, tracing the faint outline I could see because his hair had grown over it. “Don’t tell me you used to be bald,” I laughed.

“Not for long. I looked like a skin head so I grew it out.” He turned to me, a smile on his face. “I’m surprised you like them. A lot of women here don’t.” He shrugged.

“Really?” I took a sip of my drink.

“Yeah, I suppose in a dark room I look kind of scary.” He gave me a small chuckle. I smiled, he was definitely my type but his whole body was nearly covered and his over six foot frame might make some women nervous.

“So Gabby,” he moved my thigh onto his leg. “Sex clubs, do tell me why?” He smiled and I giggled, my hand to my chest. We were both completely naked and I had to take my eyes off his semi. I had never spoken to anybody in one of these clubs, Wyatt was the only person whose name I even knew. It made me slightly nervous and I let out a breath.

“My ex, she took me here and it got me off so I stayed.” I shrugged.

“You’re bi?” He asked, his eyes on me.

“Bi, pansexual.” I shrugged. “I love people.” I smiled. “You?” I took a sip of my drink.

“I’m straight I suppose.”

“You suppose?” I giggled.

“Yeah, I’ve never had sex with a dude but I think there has to be some curiously if you can cum watching another dudes dick getting sucked.” I threw my head back laughing, his face shy. “I would fucking love to watch you suck someone else’s dick.” He lent over and kissed my neck, making me squeal.

“I’m sure that can be arranged.” I put my hand on his chest as he moved back, his head on the headboard.

“What do you do? Outside of sex clubs?” He asked me.

“Like my job?” I looked over at him and he nodded. “I’m a journalist, you?” I was a journalist for a men’s magazine, yeah that sort of magazine.

“I’m a tattoo artist,” he ran his hand over his hair.

“Obviously,” I chuckled. “What about you? Why sex clubs?” I put my head back, finishing my drink.

“Me and my ex used to do swinging,” he shrugged, looking down. “It wasn’t really my thing,”

“Why?” I interrupted him.

“I don’t like having sex with a random when you’re in a relationship. It’s weird to me.” He looked over at me and I swallowed hard. It was never a thing in my relationships, Tami fucked whoever she wanted. “So when we split up I kind of was lost in regards to sex. I don’t really get a lot of women.” He laughed but it was sad. I put my glass on the floor, crawling onto his lap.

“I find that very hard to believe.” I stared into his face. His whole body was rough and strong, his face was the opposite. His dark blue eyes were soft, his lips full and I think he had the best eyebrows I’ve ever seen, man or woman. He was beautiful for a better word.

“You’re cute. I don’t really know how to speak to women.” His hand went to my thigh, making me giggle.

“You’re talking to me.” I shrugged.

“I suppose. But if we went out on a date, fully clothed I’d probably shit myself.” I laughed, stroking his face.

“You’re very different from what I expected.” I smiled.

“You think? You haven’t actually spoken to me though.” He laughed and I pushed myself closer to him.

“Talking isn’t really my thing,” I whispered, kissing his jaw.

“Then why did you come in here with me?” His breathing got quicker, his hand going up my back.

“Honestly, I thought I could get a bit more of your dick but you also intrigue me.” I told him the truth.

“Oh, intrigue! Interesting,” he whispered. I rubbed my hand on the back of his head as he licked up my chest. I felt his dick get harder on my thigh. “You want me to fuck you in here? Or with everyone else?” Wyatt looked up at me, licking his lips. It made me want to slam myself on his dick right this second and I grabbed his face with both hands.

“Oh here please. Can we use one of them?” I looked up at the handcuffs.

“Oh Gabby, of course.” He flipped me over, my back on the bed.

“How did you do that?” I giggled.

“You weigh like two pounds.” He shook his head, he reached up to the handcuffs and I rolled my hand over his erection. He grabbed my wrist, putting one hand cuff on. “Turn around,” he ran his hands over my nipples. I turned around, feeling the cold metal of handcuffs on both wrists. The movement made my chest push out and Wyatt came behind me, his hand roughly grabbing my breast. I felt his lips on my ear, making my skin prickle. “Shall I fuck you hard?” He asked and I let out a groan, throwing my head on his shoulder.

“I would fucking love you too.” Biting my bottom lip. Wyatt pushed my head down, separating my legs. My arse was in his face and I groaned out and he grabbed me, separating me before he pushed his dick into me. I closed my eyes, my shoulders hurting. Wyatt grabbed the chain of the handcuffs between my wrists and used it to plough into me, my pussy tightening. The metal cut into my wrists but I couldn’t fucking care less.

“Wyatt fucking hell!” I shouted, my breath running away from me. The noise of my arse slapping against his hips made me chuckle and his heavy breathing filled the room.

“Gabby, shit your pussy!” He shouted and I laughed, my head in the duvet.

“You like it?” I asked.

“I fucking love it.” His voice was deep and I opened my eyes as he grabbed my throat, pulling me up. “I bet your arse is amazing too.” He whispered in my ear, making my leg buck. “What can’t I do to you?” He asked me and I let out a breath, pissed I couldn’t grab him.

“Nothing,” I shrugged. “You can do whatever you want to me.” He laughed and I felt his body move, pushing me back down. His pace quickened and I screamed as he put his thumb in my arse, my mouth wide open.

“You like it?” He asked, slowly moving it in and out.

“Hmmm,” was all I managed, my eyes slammed shut. My pussy was pulsing like mad and I felt Wyatt move his foot up, my whole body being pushed forward. I could feel the sweat on my back and I screamed as my orgasm arrived, out of nowhere.

“Wyatt, fuck, fuck.” I moved my head up. “Oh my fucking god!” I felt like I was going to piss myself and his thumb came out of me, pulling me up by my chest, as he did I tried to sit down, squirting fucking everywhere.

“Gabby! Fucking hell!” He laughed and I joined him, my head going to his shoulder. “I didn’t know you were a squirter,” he whispered in my ear.

“Just for you,” I purred, his pace much slower.

“You’re full of shit.” He kissed my cheek and I cackled, pushing myself back on him. He suddenly pulled out and turned me around.

“Let me cum on you,” his eyes were dark and he pushed me down by my shoulder. I sat crossed legged, staring up at him. He was so fucking sexy and this was making me want to cum again. He rolled his hand along his dick, I could see it throbbing and I grinned at him, very excited for this.

“You don’t want me to help?” I asked, licking my lips. Wyatt shook his head.

“No, I want you to watch me cum from just looking at your body.” I closed my eyes, jesus this man. I watched his face as he got himself off, I wish my hands weren’t behind me or I would also be getting myself off. I sighed, deciding to tell him that.

“I’m not allowed to play with myself?” I asked.

“Next time.” His voice was strained and I grinned, oh a next time? I wiggled closer to him, my eyes on his face.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, the muscles in his chest tightening.

“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever fucking seen.” I told him honestly and he threw his head back.

“Keep talking to me,” he whispered.

“I can’t wait to bounce on your dick again, maybe I can do that while I have another dick in my mouth.” I winked at him.

“Gabby, you’re so bad.” He lent down and kissed my lips gently. “I fucking love it.” He said on my lips. I opened his mouth with my tongue, travelling the whole of his mouth. He pulled away, his brow crossed, looking down at me.

“Fuck,” his eyes on mine. I could hear his hand moving up and down his dick and I swear I was about to cum.

“This is so fucking sexy,” my breathing was heavy and I was so desperate to touch him. I had never done this before but I was definitely doing it again. “Cum for me baby,” I sat up as I spoke. I moved even closer, his hand hitting my thigh, his dick on my lower stomach.

“I’m cuming,” Wyatt breathed out and I bit into his chest, feeling his heart pounding. He let out a groan, his head back as I felt his cum on my stomach. I looked up at him and his chest was rising and falling, his mouth half open.

“Can you take off these handcuffs now?” I chuckled.

“Oh shit sorry.”


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