Mere steps away from Levi, Vince’s dangerous green eyes catch my attention. Tall, bald as the day he was born, and muscles that ripple as far as the eye can see. His tight leather pants show his impressive bulge; even flaccid, his cock is noticeable. The black leather vest hangs open, leaving little to the imagination. A voluptuous redhead kneels in front of him, wearing next to nothing, her face almost resting on the black combat boots he always wears. Vince is an owner, and Master here at Sinners and Swingers.
His eyes lock on mine. He speaks quietly to the redhead, and she stands slowly with a look of disappointment on her face, before walking to the bar. He wastes no time making his way toward me. After my phone call earlier in the day, this is hardly unexpected.
“Mistress Marilyn. Always a pleasure, my love.” He places a kiss on my cheek before playfully smacking my ass.
“The feeling is mutual, Vince. I always enjoy myself when you grace us with your presence.” Over the years, his time at the club has become less and less. But tonight, he knew there was a damn good reason for him to show.
“You know, Mistress Marilyn. I have been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. You have always done your best to slip through my fingers. I haven’t been excited like this in some time.” Reaching down, his strong fingers grip his growing erection through the leather pants. His words excite me, more than they probably should. Vince has been trying to fuck me for years. Ever since I walked through the front door of Sinners and Swingers, scorned and looking to unleash my reckless behavior.
“Give me a few, Vince. I have to speak with my sub and tell him the plan for the night.” Little does Levi know that I have a big plan, which involves us both being dominated by the only man I will probably ever submit to. With a wink, I turn and head for Levi.
“Levi,” I greet him, hanging my jacket over the back of the chair. He stands, wrapping an arm around my waist before returning the greeting.
“Mistress Marilyn.” Impressive, he remembers the rules.
“That gentleman over there is Master Vince. He is the owner of this club, and he will be our dom for the evening.” I speak short, and to the point. He can take or leave the offer; it won’t make much of a difference to me in the long run.
“Our dom?” he questions me, his expression dark, unreadable for once. His eyes normally always give him away, just not at the moment I need to be able to read him the most.
“Yes, our dom. We will both give ourselves over to him for the evening. I mean, if you are up for it.” I wink at him as I pucker my bright red lips together. His eyes skim my body from top to bottom before he turns his head toward Vince. Even though I see nothing but the back of his head, I know exactly what he is doing. He is sizing up Vince.
I lean in to Levi, running my tongue along his ear before I whisper words of encouragement. “What’s the big deal? It’s not like you don’t like it up the ass already, Levi.”
Please say no, please say no, please say no, I chant to myself, praying this will push Levi so far away that he will never try to get in my bed again. I guess I was just lying to myself, pretending I didn’t care. Just leave the one night we had together at that. He turns, facing me with a lustful look. He leans in and takes my lips ever so gently. The chaste kiss is more than I expected, and I’m thrown completely off guard.
“As long as it’s with you, I would do anything, baby.” My gut clenches at his words. I am so beyond fucked.
My plan just backfired in my face. Now I have no choice but to go through with it all. I start walking toward Vince, as he turns to meet my strides. “Master Vince, this is Levi. Levi, this is the world famous Master Vince. He will be our dom for the night.” They both extend hands while exchanging greetings.
“Why don’t we continue this in the blue room,” Vince suggests before turning to walk down the long hallway lined with various private suites in the back of the club. As we reach the end of the hallway, he pulls out a key and unlocks the last room on the right. “Ladies first.” He smiles as I stride through the threshold, Levi not far behind me.
The blue room is one of the most lavish rooms available at Sinners and Swingers. A large, sleek, round, modern bed sits in the middle, made with insanely soft, navy blue sheets. The walls are painted a deep ocean blue, and various toys line the walls. Whips, floggers, paddles, and my personal favorite, nylon rope. A sex swing hangs in the corner with a mirror parallel. Looking up, a mirror lines the ceiling above the spacious round bed. It is the most equipped room for a group encounter.
Over the years, I’ve heard tales of sprawling orgies taking place in the blue room, never thinking I would see the inside. Not that I’m reserved sexually, but I always held a four person maximum. After that, body parts get confusing and you just have no idea what belongs to whom. Not my thing at all.
Vince turns to Levi and me while he takes his vest off, laying it on a wooden bench next to the door. “The safe word tonight is lemon. If anything here becomes too much for either of you, all you have to do is say lemon. But, at Mistress Marilyn’s request, I will go easy.”
“Oh, I can take anything the two of you will send my way.” Levi’s words sound velvety smooth yet filled with bravado as he responds to Vince. The Master’s eyebrows lift in question, looking directly at me. I shrug in response.
Needing further clarification, Vince speaks again, his voice low and seductive. “Will there be any man-on-man action tonight?”
I’m just as interested in the answer. I stare at Levi, waiting for him to reply; he is confused, torn, as am I. A hint of jealousy erupts through my chest just thinking about Levi with anyone else. What. The. Fuck? He wants to say yes, but he doesn’t want the implication of questioning his sexuality after the experience. I’m mean, but I’m not mean enough to thrust him into that, so I cut in, quickly becoming territorial.
“No, if anything, I will use my strap-on to fuck Levi. But honestly, Vince, I would just rather have two cocks inside me tonight. It’s been so long.” I sound like a whiny little girl, Veruca Salt in Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory. I hadn’t planned on wanting the experience, but since it has presented itself, I’ll jump at it. Something about two cocks at once always sets me on fire.
“Thanks for clearing that up, Mistress Marilyn. If that is all the business we have, you both will strip now.” Master Vince’s voice leaves no hesitation at all. A shiver slides down my spine; damn, this man is good at what he does. I wonder why I never gave in to him before. Not that being dominated was high on my list of shit to do.
My corset falls to the floor alongside the barely there skirt. Before I can remove any of my lace lingerie, Master Vince stops me, eyes blazing over my body.
“Well, well, well. Mistress Marilyn. I have heard tale of your erotic lingerie, but it could have never prepared me for this beautiful sight. Leave it all on, except for the bra. Lose that.” His hand grazes my back, and I feel the clasp of my bra unsnap. I slide it down my body, letting it join the rest of my clothing on the floor. Completely distracted by Vince, I hadn’t noticed Levi kneeling in front of me on the floor, completely naked. Damn, I will never get enough of his body.
“Kneel alongside of him, Mistress Marilyn. Show your respect.”
Without argument, I kneel. Something I had only done once before. The inferior feeling it leaves me with is a turn off. I crave dominance and power; it runs through my veins like a lifeline. Can I honestly go through with this?