5 - The Fun Begins

Sloane POV

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My fingers wrapped around the glass like it was a lifeline. The sweetness of the drink, its sharp burn, slid down my throat, loosening the last threads of tension knotted in my chest. The pounding bass from the main room felt distant now, muffled through the thick velvet curtains that separated the public chaos from what waited behind the back room doors. I took another slow sip, letting the liquid steady my nerves, reminding myself I had chosen this, that I was in control, or at least, I could pretend I was.

He moved with quiet precision, tall and dark in the dim light. The mask hid most of his expression, but I felt the heat radiating from him like a tangible force. He gestured subtly toward the curtains, and I followed without hesitation, letting the thrill of the unknown curl along my spine.

Behind the curtain was a hallway of rooms, each with a numbered black door. He led me into number 14 after nodding to the security just past the curtain.

The room was quieter, lit only by a few low-hung lamps that cast soft pools of amber on the walls. The music from the main floor still thumped faintly, a heartbeat that matched my own, but here, in this private enclave, the world felt smaller, taut with anticipation.

To the left, I could see a one-way mirror. I could see the dance floor below, but no one could see in. I liked that. I could handle new, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready to display myself for all to see.

To the right was a bed with a black comforter. The bedframe was a dark colored metal with an intricate design and straps connected to each corner. I also noticed a few rings on the ceiling above it, which I could only assume were for bolder, more kinky users.

I definitely wasn’t inexperienced, but I hadn’t explored any of my fantasies yet. My heart raced at the possibilities.

I stepped closer to him, drinking in the scent of his cologne,a mix of cedarwood and something darker, intoxicating. My pulse picked up. He didn’t speak at first, letting me take the measure of the space, of him, of the unspoken rules suspended between them.

“You’ve got a little edge tonight,” he murmured finally, voice low and deliberate. “I like it.”

I arched a brow, smirking under my mask. “Edge?” I teased. “You’re not even the one drinking. And yet… here we are.”

He chuckled softly, a vibration that went straight through my chest. “Drinking doesn’t always make it easier,” he said, his tone dark, layered. “Sometimes it just makes the tension sharper. The kind you… need to release.”

I felt my stomach twist at the ambiguity of his words. Release. Tension. Both tempting and dangerous. My hands fidgeted briefly at my sides before I realized he was watching me, reading me like I had been reading him on the dance floor.

“I like things… controlled,” he said, moving closer. The heat of his body bruId against mine even through the slight distance. “Not too much at once. Too much and it becomes… unwieldy. Frustrating. And I’ve got enough of that in other areas of my life. Tonight is just… this. Simple. Necessary.”

My pulse quickened at the subtle revelation. The way he spoke hinted at a private struggle I couldn’t yet place, a tension that had nothing to do with me. And yet, the honesty of it, barely there, just enough to tease,made me want to trust him, want to give myself over to the moment.

He reached for a soft strap connected to the headboard and led me by the small of my back to lie down. I followed and couldn’t take my eyes off his body as he moved. I noticed a hint of restraint as he cuffed my wrists, and my breath caught. I had no idea what he planned, only that it was deliberate, careful, measured. His fingers brushed against mine briefly as he adjusted it, sending an unexpected shiver down my spine.

“Relax,” he murmured. “I’m not here to hurt you. Not really. I just… need this.”

I nodded, letting myself exhale slowly. The mask hid my expression, but I could feel the blush creeping along my cheeks anyway. This anonymity, the velvet thrill of secrecy, made me bold.

He stepped back, staring at me like I was his prey, and it only made heat pool between my legs. Yes, I liked to argue, put my thoughts out there, but I craved someone to put me in my place. I tried in the past, a boyfriend here and there, but they always either hated it, or let me take the lead. This is new territory, and exactly what I needed.

He began to undress, never taking his eyes off of me, and his hard cock bobbed as he reached my core. A small groan escaped his lips as he mumbled, “I’ve needed this. to punish someone. If you need me to stop at any time. Say red. Again, I don’t do gentle.”

I nodded. I couldnt explain it, but I trusted this man. Even though I had never met him before, he didn’t feel like a stranger. No, he made me feel bold. “P-punish me sir.” I wanted to play his game, and I could tell my words turned him on more.

“Fucking Beautiful,” he said as he grabbed a whip off the nearby wall. he cracked it against the bed as he tore open a condom and cracked the whip again as I slid it along his shaft.

“Spread your legs for me.” he ordered.

I had to be dripping at this point. I shuddered as an idea came to my head. “Make me.”

Fire ignited in his eyes, and he had a smirk across his face. The whip crashed down again, but this time, smacking my thigh and leaving it red. I yelped through ragged breaths.

“Spread them.”

Silence. I was debating on whether to submit or not, but he took my silence as an answer. Another crack of the whip.

I couldn’t help but moan.

“Last chance,” he warned.

I did this time, but looked at him with a mischievous smirk as I only widened my legs about six inches.

“Wrong choice,” he growled.

The next thing I knew, there was a bar strapped between my ankles. He widened it as far as I could stand comfortably, leaving me bare for him to see.

His hands grazed my nipples, and he pinched and kneaded them until I was squirming for more. I wouldn’t fall to begging, not yet, but I definitely needed more. I needed him inside me.

His other hand travelled to my thighs and pushed up the hem of my skirt until it bunched around my little waist. God, I thought, I don’t know how much more teasing I can take.

“Please…” I whispered.

He leaned over until his lips were against my ear. Hot, shaky breaths. I could feel it all.

“Bad girls don’t get pleasure until they learn their lesson.”

Then, one of his fingers thrusts deep inside me, rocking against my walls in an irresistible motion. My loud gasp turned into more moans as I pulled at my restraints.

Every shift, every brush of skin, was electric. I had thought I knew passion, but this… this was different. It wasn’t just physical. It was the controlled tension, the give and take, the knowledge that someone else was fully aware of their own desires and boundaries while guiding me through mine. My heartbeat matched the quiet rhythm of the room, slow but deep, and I felt myself unraveling in the best way possible.

Before long, I could see his control being lost, and he pulled his fingers back. The mysterious man brought his throbbing cock up to my slick folds and slowly glided his way in until he couldn’t push further. His whole body shuddered, and his thumb moved to my clit. The second he began to thrust in and out of my core, I screamed. He didn’t lie about being rough, but it was the best thing I had ever felt in my life.

My eyes rolled back as I felt my first orgasm reach its peak.

The moments blurred... gasps, whispers, the soft rustle of fabric, the brush of lips and hands, and the quick, deliberate care of protection that made my chest tighten with gratitude and desire. I could feel myself on the edge, riding the wave of something fierce, something entirely consuming.

Once I began to reach my second wave of ecstasy, He became undone. Grunts and growls filled the air around them as his pace quickened and he sprayed deep inside of me.

When it was over, finally, achingly over, he unbuckled my cuffs. I sank back against the headboard, breathless and trembling, feeling more alive than I had in years. Heat pooled through me, a mixture of satisfaction, disbelief, and a strange, lingering hunger.

For a heartbeat, they just stared at each other, masks hiding their smiles, their expressions, but the intensity between them didn’t require words. My pulse was still loud in my ears, my skin tingling from every deliberate touch he had made.

“I…” I began, but my words faltered, caught in the haze of exhaustion and adrenaline.

“I know,” he said softly, brushing a stray curl from my face, the motion deliberate and possessive. “I think… maybe a second round is tempting.” He pulled out of me and tied off the condom before throwing in the nearby trash can.

My eyes widened slightly at the thought, the pulse of desire quickening again, only for a sound to slice through the tension…  a ringtone, loud and familiar.

My phone buzzed insistently in my clutch. Lila.

I groaned softly, checking the screen. “Uber’s here already,” I muttered, half to myself, half to him. My pulse stuttered at the abrupt intrusion, the fragile bubble of the room shattering just slightly.

He stepped back, a silent acknowledgment passing between them. “Mystery guy,” I murmured to myself, voice low, teasing, but tinged with frustration. I hadn’t even had the chance to get a number, and the anonymity of the party meant it wasn’t supposed to happen anyway.

The rush of adrenaline lingered as I pulled on my shoes and straightened the hem of my dress, the night not quite finished in my mind, but reality forcing me out.

I gave him one last glance, a spark of challenge, anticipation, and curiosity all rolled into one. “Until… maybe next time,” I whispered, before looking for Lila near the entrance.