CHAPTER ONE

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW

"Take it Dolcezza!"

I heard the husky voice of the stranger as he thrust in me savagely.

I was blindfolded, and it made me feel everything in a heightened way.

I felt the way his hips crashed into me with his Savage thrusts, the way his hand tightened around my wrists as he held them above my head, the way he squeezed my right breast as he bit into the sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned loudly as I felt my release draw closer and closer each second, more heightened than the last.

He had been fucking me for the past... I had no idea of time anymore. His breath against my cheek smelled of whiskey and rum... It drove me wild as it made my pleasure more passionate.

I remembered why I decided to explore beyond my vanilla taste and visit a sex club. My friend Christine, whose father apparently ran the club, gave me the idea as well as an exclusive list of possible partners.

All I had to do was fill out the form, including questions about my height, race, preferences, and more. After filling it out, I felt a mix of nervousness and shame; the former for the crazy thing I was about to do and the latter at the idea of what my parents would do or think if they found out about this.

I had walked into the club in my red dress and my hair in waves. As I was led to a room by the attendant who was dressed in a black thong and a bralette, I almost turned around, but I remembered that I spent a thousand dollars to be given the option of choosing my possible partner for the night.

It looked like I would be with a regular guy who wanted to explore his options.

"You may sit on the bed, ma'am, the complimentary drink by your side is to ensure a more heightened sense for you. This would guarantee a more enjoyable experience," the attendant who was in a mask said and walked out of the room.

I took a sip hesitantly and smiled when I tasted mango, my favourite. I gulped it in one go and crossed my legs on the bed as I waited.

The door opened once more, and in walked the same attendant. she had an apologetic expression on her face as she approached me

"I apologize, miss. It appears that your preferred partner has been mixed up with that of another. This partner wants you to be blind folded, and he wants to be the one in control of the length of time you will spend with him tonight. Would you like to proceed or decline? " She said, and I looked at her dumbfounded and unsure of how to feel

"Would I get a refund if I chose to go home? "

" I apologise, miss. You signed away your right of refund in the contract, as well as the Non-disclosure agreement you signed earlier on."

I closed my eyes brifely in annoyance and contemplated my options; I could go home and bitch at myself in annoyance at my cowardice for not following through on my fantasies or I could decide to go ahead with whatever I would get and hope for the best: I ultimately decided in the latter

"I will go ahead with the blindfold," I said, and she nodded, handed me the thick piece of cloth, turned around, and left the room.

I flipped the blind fold to find a note in it, it said

"I expect you to be bare, blindfolded, and still on your heels alone. I do not tolerate disobedience. If I find you in any other way, it would attract punishment," it said, and I could feel my blood go warmer as a blush rose up my cheeks.

I hurriedly took off my clothes but made sure to leave my heels on. I put on the blind fold and sat on the bed.

The silky sheets against my skin made me feel warmer and eager to know what the night would bring me.

After what felt like hours, I heard the door open and footsteps followed.

"Good, you obeyed my instructions," I heard the voice say. At the sound of the husky, rich voice, Ni felt my arousal heighten.

"Tell me your safe word. If you do not know what it is, it means that the second you utter that word, I will immediately stop whatever I am doing to you. It would not matter if I had come or not," he said, and I licked my lips as I thought of a word

"Mango," I said

I heard his footsteps draw closer to me, and suddenly, I was hit with the smell of rum and citrus.

A hand wrapped my jaw and lifted my head up I could tell that this stranger was looking intently at my face

He crashed his lips on mine, completely stealing my breath away

I knew that I was in for it

....

I opened my eyes and looked around the room in alarm. I did not recognize my surroundings. Suddenly, the memories of the night before flooded my mind, and a blush rose up my cheeks.

I looked at myself to see that I was snuggled in the silky sheets, my body felt raw from the Savage activities of the night before. My inner thighs felt sore, and as much as I would have loved to sleep in, I begrudgingly stood up, got dressed, and hurried out of the club.

Once I got out of the room, I looked around to see that the club was cleared out. Except for the bartender who was cleaning the glasses up and some women cleaning the tables and poles, the place was practically empty.

I did the walk of shame and left the club. The busy streets of Manhattan welcomed me as I raced down the busy roads in order to successfully hail a taxi.

I waved my hand out aggressively at one, and the moment he slowed down, I rushed over, opened the door, and got in. The drive to my apartment was slow and much needed.

I thought about the night before and wondered about the identity of the man I slept with, but now that the night was over, the spell was broken and I was back to the reality of my life... My boring life.

When the cab stopped in front of my apartment building, I heaved a breath, paid the driver, and got out of the car, hoping I would meet with the stranger once again.