FOUR

Okay so it hadn’t been anything his employee had done that had the woman running like she was being chased by a demon from hell.

Well, maybe it was; after all her fiancé had been fucking one of his employees as she had described.

Jackson walked away from the room, down the hallway and out into the bar where he let out the much need breath that he had had pent up in his lungs. He had for one there almost offered to teach her about the pleasures of being watched while having sex and her eyes; they were definitely bluer than most that he had seen.

She was an incredibly beautiful woman and he could taste the innocence on her just by looking into her eyes. He wondered what kind of sex she was getting if her fiancé had decided to patronize the club instead of coming home to a ravishing beauty like her.

Not even the sadness in her eyes and the tear streaks on her face could hide how utterly stunning she looked and Jackson could very well imagine her with nothing on, that glorious mane of red hair piled atop her head and her blue eyes fastened upon his face as she sucked his…

No, he argued, shaking his head.

He preferred blondes with watered down blue eyes and women that knew exactly what they were doing when they went down on him, pleasuring him and knowing when to be slutty…not some doe eyed innocent girl who was enraged that her boyfriend had patronized a sex club.

Fiancé, Jackson corrected himself.

She was engaged to be married and that should be his cue to put her out of his mind immediately but even as he climbed those stairs and sort out her dumb fuck of a fiancé, he could still see the hurt in her eyes.

He had no idea how he knew he was looking at the guy but he did

The man was struggling into his shirt with a briefcase at his side and the dull sheen of his trousers told Jackson he was a simple struggling fucked up jackhead.

“Hi” Jackson said, smiling

The man turned to him, confusion dotting his forehead before he returned the greeting.

“I think you need to speak to your fiancé about your fetish and not have her find out before you do” Jackson said.

He wasn’t supposed to be doing this; hell, it wasn’t any of his business if the man was hiding his pleasure spots from the woman he wanted to marry and was getting it at his club so why was he here, staring the man down?

He watched the man’s eyes pale visibly before they narrowed upon Jackson’s face.

“What do you know about my fiancé?” he asked

“I am giving you a word of advice, man and I think you should take it” Jackson maintained the smile on his face while gritting his teeth in fury

The man sighed, reaching for the briefcase on the ground.

“She will not understand” he said

“Oh, I think she will, if you talk to her about it” Jackson told him

“She won’t and I do not intend for her to find out about any of this” he countered, jumping to his feet.

Jackson said nothing as the man walked out through the door.

It was none of his business and this feeling that he was indebted to the doe eyed girl was over.

He surveyed the veiled arena, satisfied with the work going on and then proceeded to the masked arena.

He smiled as the delicious sound of ongoing fucks and orgies reached him; sex was indeed life and these people were living it.

A woman approached him, her eyes wide and her tongue darting over her lips as she surveyed him. If he could guess, she was probably in her late fifties or early sixties and looking for someone to revive her dry garden and brink her pleasure that she had not experienced in a long time

“Are you available?” she asked.

“I am not but I could point you to someone who will make your experience unforgettable” he told her.

He was giving them this night for free but he knew that about half of the patrons tonight were going to return for more and they would pay for that more. He signaled to a naked man who approached, his hips swaying sensually.

“Take her and make sure she doesn’t forget your name when this is over” he told the man.

The man smiled, touching the elderly woman and Jackson watched as he escorted her to a corner of the room, shrouded by the curtains he had made available.

He moved on to the submission arena, watching men on their knees lapping up the pussies of the domineering women he had hired.

This was exactly what his club was going to be and it would seem that it was ready for him to show the world; or at least the elite few who were ready to pay a fortune for the one in a lifetime experience that he was offering.

He walked the blindfolds arena not bothering to stop and then the domination arena where the reverse of submission was happening. He remained shrouded in darkness as the moans and cries reached him; bulging his cock in his pants.

Was it weird that he was thinking of also showing his hysterical woman the wonders of submissive sex?

She isn’t your woman, the voice in his head countered

“Yet” Jackson whispered, grinning in the dark

He descended the stairs, heading to his suite and to the woman he had left there. He opened the door to an empty room and something white flapping in the sheets as he approached.

“Thank you for everything, stranger” it read

He stepped briskly out of the room and out of the club but he was sure she was long gone

Amelia; the only woman he had felt the pang for in a very long time.

Jackson remained standing in the dark, outside his club with the note in his hand in her handwriting. He was going to find her, that was for sure and it did not matter how long it was going to take.