IV: …He Makes It Worth My Time

THE VIP BONDAGE CLUB, EPISODE 4: …HE MAKES IT WORTH MY TIME

It is not easy to have a normal conversation when people are getting whipped, spanked, bitten, and grabbed all around you.

It felt like dancing with the devil, except we were all devils in a room where pure filth happened.

Whimpers and low grunts floated up into the air, and someone nearby chuckled darkly. In the shadows, you could not see everything clearly, but you could make out enough: who was in control, what kind of games they were playing, and how loud they were going to get very soon.

I wondered what kind of trouble Tiery had found for himself.

Mr. Kelley stood up. He pushed the table aside and dragged his chair closer. Instead of sitting back down right away, he towered over me, his face hard as stone.

There was a raw heat radiating from him, pulsing right from his fingertips when he finally reached out to touch my face.

Right before he made contact, he stopped. “Can I?” he asked.

I swallowed hard and nodded. Kelley reached for my jawbone, dragging his thumb slowly along the lower curve of my lip. My chin burned from his touch, and his dark eyes completely consumed me.

He wanted me to look straight into his eyes, so he tilted my chin upward. My throat felt tight as I peered into the depths of a man I did not truly know.

Mallory was somewhere out here too, a persistent thought nagging at the back of my mind.

But right now, I had to face what was right in front of me. Mr. Kelley gripped my jaw tightly, pressing two fingers against the side of my neck as he held my gaze. He circled me slowly, like I was a precious prize waiting to be claimed.

I felt so painfully self-conscious by the time he finally stopped right in front of me.

“Your legs. Can I have them?” Kelley asked, his voice dropping low. He sat down on his chair, just inches away from me.

I nodded, and the man—boy, or both—lifted my legs tentatively off the floor. He rested the backs of my heels on his lap, holding my ankles in his warm palms. I tried to figure out what he was searching for on my body, or what he wanted from me.

“I will strike you a deal, love,” Kelley said, boldly getting straight to the point. “I do not like being touched.”

My gaze sliced up to meet his. “Ever?”

“Ever. I want to tie you up, play with you, and fuck you. But like I said, consent is everything. I will make it worth your time,” Kelley finished.

“Can I put an end to it whenever I feel overwhelmed?”

“I would be a monster if I said no, and monsters are not allowed in my playroom,” he said with a wicked smirk, confirming that this was entirely his world.

In a way, I was already so overwhelmed that I felt like I might faint right then and there.

I agreed to his terms and so I was held again in a new bondage situation. Kelley got the cuffs from the table. They were lying there for the taking.

He clipped my hands behind the chair. I flexed my shoulders one last time.

Kelley checked what was okay and what was too uncomfortable. He untangled what was left of my braids when I was in cuffs, and it fell past my shoulder blades.

Kelley pushed my hair aside for a peek at my collarbone. He walked to my front and got onto his chair.

My shoes came off next. He held my legs on his lap. My insides churned as he unclasped the straps of my heels.

When both legs were bare, he knotted his fingers and kneaded my sole.

I sighed, relaxing completely. Kelley pressed my sole softly, massaging my nerves.

I closed my eyes and drowned in all of it. The moans, the cries, the sighs. I thought of how I loved the sound of sex, how intoxicating that alone was.

Kelley worked his way up my ankles. He dragged my chair to close the distance and his hands pressed my calves. I sank into his touch, feeling like I was floating.

With each pull closer, my dress was pushed up further. Kelley parted my legs on either side of his waist. He massaged the back of my knees and the muscles there loosened.

I didn't open my eyes because I was scared to look at him. To see what we were really about to do. Me and my boss, what would that mean for me? I didn't know if Tiery would still not mind.

Honestly, I welcomed this idea because we would be meeting strangers, and Tiery and I agreed not to see them again.

We didn't discuss returning. I wanted to discuss it now, I wanted to come back to this club.

Kelley pulled me in and our chairs hit. I shuddered. My eyes flew open. One moment we were a breath away, the next there was no air between us.

I was stretched across his broad lap. He squeezed my thighs. He plunged further and held my ass, slightly lifting me from the seat.

“You came with nothing under your gown,” Kelley growled.

I was spread open for my boss, and he was still fully dressed, buttoned to his collarbone. He had only taken off his jacket a while ago. I couldn't remember when.

Kelley touched my thighs like he was still giving me a massage. This time, more roughly. He pinched my ass and grabbed my ass cheeks in a tight hold. I was sore from it, completely helpless.

Bringing his face closer, he whispered near my ear. “Pay attention.” Unlike Mallory, Kelley’s breath was citrus flavored. I could almost taste the alcohol underneath it, the high.

“Think of all the things I can do to you. Indulge your mind.” Whispers filled with citrus and heat burned my skin. My ears woke up ten times more.

So many filthy sounds, cries of women and men, a chair bucking in the distance, I think right underneath us. I remembered we were on the first floor. There was the slapping of skin against skin, the unmistakable sound of raw sex. Fucking. Guttural.