Sexual Awakenings: The Waltz Page 2

  Two small glasses of wine and a mini-breakdown later, I corked my bottle and made my way to my car. You can do this, Vi. You can also back out at any time.

  My cell had no issues navigating the address. My screen map timed my trip to thirty minutes, and in thirty minutes I could be in the midst of possibly the best or worst situation of my life. Then again, I couldn’t imagine anything worse than the one I was already in.

  I had enough heart left to give, I just didn’t give a damn enough to use it. This wasn’t about my heart; this was about a thirst I’d fought long enough. This would be good. This could be my something to look forward to.

  Come on Violet, divorce is not death and you’ve got a lot of living to do.

  My something to look forward to ended up being The Rabbit Hole. I’ll be damned, the bar did exist, though the sign said private club. A wave of relief swept through me as I realized this was the perfect place to start. This club wasn’t the private home of Mr. Thick Cock where I would be expected to do anything. The bar, though near the corner of nowhere and doesn’t exist, looked to be newly built. The building was solid white and the entrance made up of two large oak doors. It seemed to be busy with the amount of cars in the parking lot. I stood in front of the doors, gathering my last bit of courage, and noticed they had been carved to showcase the characters of Alice in Wonderland.

  So I had a plan. I’d decided during my drive to give myself a year of no holds barred sexual exploration. No self-deprecating inner thoughts, no inner turmoil over the deeds after they took place, just raw indulgence. I would be safe, but I would seek out every avenue to find what pleasured me. I wanted it all. I wanted to fuck a professional escort, role-play, try my hand at BDSM, and maybe even a ménage. There would be no limits, only my preferences as I discovered them. I felt a tingle in my spine at the idea that tonight I might actually get to experience some small part of it. Down the rabbit hole it is. I exhaled, tightening my grip on my clutch. Here goes nothing.

  I opened the door to be met by a huge man—more like a mountain—that reminded me of a lumberjack without the beard.

  “Password?”

  “Don’t kiss and tell.”

  He looked at a list on a clipboard then nodded his head in confirmation. I thought it odd. I hadn’t given anyone my name. He grabbed my purse and I stood back in shock as he went through the contents without apology. He handed it back to me, grunting as he took a step back, making way for me to enter. I was stunned at the absolute beauty of the club. There were oversized leather lounge chairs everywhere in black, white, and checkered patterns. Hundreds of intricate lights hung from the ceiling in different shapes and colors. There were glass coated dividers giving privacy in certain areas as well as hundreds of lit candles that had the entire bar smelling sweet and clean. Despite the amount of lights, the atmosphere was romantic. I’d expected ridiculous amounts of story time paraphernalia throughout; instead it was all done so tastefully. Unless you were looking for the fairytale details, you wouldn’t really notice them. It was definitely a playground for grownups. A beautiful woman with ridiculously bright red hair greeted me as I took a seat at the bar then asked me for my order. I caught a few stares aimed in my direction and squared my shoulders.

  “Martini, very, very, dirty.”

  She winked at me as I studied the bar behind her. Mirrors lined the entire wall and I could see myself clearly. I was shocked at my own appearance. I looked … confident. Taking a sip of my freshly delivered drink in an insanely large martini glass, I cautiously took a look around. There were a few people scattered around the bar, but the amount of people present to the amount of cars didn’t quite add up. At the end of the bar to my left sat a couple who seemed more than comfortable showing vast amounts of affection openly. I watched them for only a moment before the woman, whose naked breast was being inhaled by the man in front of her, winked at me. I winked back, feeling a small twitch of heat make its way below. A live show would be a first. Exhibitionists intrigued me. Maybe I would add this one to my list. He lifted her skirt, exposing her panties, and I almost gasped with her when he moved them to the side, sliding his fingers in. I felt heat flush through my body as I watched her head tilt back and a moan escape her lips. His fingers moved inside of her and I began to feel my sex clench with need. God, I wanted to be her right now.

  “Having a good time?”

  I nearly jumped off my stool when his breath hit my neck, but maintained my seated position, refusing to look at the source of the voice. It was low and sexy, but I was so in tune with the couple, I couldn’t tear my eyes way. Her panties were off now and she was on her knees, his cock in her mouth. I gripped the side of the bar, trying to keep my voice level.

  “It could be better,” I replied to the man seated to my right. A million silent prayers went up in that moment as I tore my eyes away from the couple, hoping at least one would be answered, and turned to the man talking to me. I parted my lips slightly as I took him in. Grey eyes, strong jaw, full lips, a strong brow. Fucking hot!

  “Mad Hatter, I presume?” I hoped I sounded coy, but the level of heat coursing through my veins led me to believe otherwise.

  “Blue Alice?”

  This could very well be the best answer to any prayer I’d ever gotten. He had broad shoulders and was dressed professionally in a three-piece suit. His tie had been loosened slightly and his wavy, jet-black hair was slightly disheveled. This man wasn’t just good looking, he was a slap in the face to good looking. I took my gaze away to study my martini, trying not to give too much away. I felt his intense gaze as it covered every inch of me, and it unnerved me and heated me at the same time. I wouldn’t worry if I was pretty enough for him, if I was the right body type, had the right color hair. Now was not the time for insecurity. Now was the time for me to be comfortable in my own skin and flaunt it as much as possible.

  I boldly turned to him again, taking my turn to peruse him from his wing tipped shoes to his perfectly fitted suit pants. I lingered on the promising bulge resting between his thighs and then trailed up further to his chest, appreciating the crimson color of his tie before stopping at his face. He smirked and I found it incredibly sexy the way his lips twisted, his eyes never straying from mine.

  “Vi, short for Violet, and I told you I’m getting a divorce.”

  “Rhys,” he said, grabbing my hand and turning it over to kiss my wrist. I gulped down the moan that threatened as he lowered my hand back to my lap, caressing the top of my hand as he left it. Smooth. “Can I offer you another martini?” His voice was deep and unnerved me further. I jumped at the chance to numb myself a little.

  “Grey Goose, dirty.”

  “Very, very, dirty,” the bartender said, grabbing my empty glass and winking at me.

  I heard a gasp to my left and saw the man had fully immersed himself into the woman who was no longer able to wink, or even breathe for that matter. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was parted as she wrapped her legs around him as he pounded into her. My body flushed, my breathing changed and I didn’t have a chance in hell of hiding it. He gripped her throat roughly as she came and he picked up his pace as she screamed out. By this time, my limbs were weak with want. I felt my entire body come to attention and turned to look at Rhys who was watching my reaction intently.

  “Beautiful,” he whispered as the bartender set my drink in front of me.

  I was absolutely consumed by the scene that had just unfolded and intoxicated by the man whispering to me. I turned my attention back to him quickly. He didn’t seem interested in the couple at all.

  “I’ve never seen anything like that,” I noted. “That didn’t turn you on?” I questioned, no longer able to keep my voice steady.

  “I’m concentrating on you at the moment. Tell me, Violet, what do you want to happen tonight?”

  “I want to be fucked exactly like that,” I said without hesitation. He chuckled as he finally looked over to the couple, watching them closely. I followed his gaze to see the
man pumping the last of his orgasm inside her, holding her tightly to him.

  “This is the extent of your imagination? This is you exploring your darkest desires?” His brows pressed together as if he was confused with my admission.

  “Not exactly, but I’ve never done anything publicly either,” I admitted, sipping more of the martini than I should have. I was nervous, it was obvious. So be it.

  “So,” he said, sliding his finger around the rim of his tumbler, “let’s talk about that.”

  I took another sip of my martini. He caught a small drip of vodka off of my lower lip with his thumb and brought it to my mouth. I immediately responded, sucking the tart liquid off. FUCK ME. He smiled in response, and as soon as I was able, I kept talking.

  “The thing is … I’m not exactly sure what I’m looking for. I just know, I want … something. I’ve been reading a lot and studying the different types of scenarios, fetishes and I think—”

  His laughter brought heat to my cheeks, which prompted a bite from my tongue. “This isn’t fucking easy for me, you know,” I huffed, embarrassed.

  “Sorry, it’s just you really are so green.” He slid a hand down my arm, causing my entire body to lean into his touch.

  I recovered slightly. “What’s wrong with that? Being green … Isn’t that what you people love? Aren’t I what you look for?” I gripped my glass stem, twirling the drink slowly around and he stilled my hand, commanding my attention.

  “You people?”

  “Yeah, you know …” I widened my eyes as the couple who had just been power fucking now walked past us, fully clothed with sated smiles.

  “No, I don’t know,” he said, amused.

  “If you are going to make me feel inferior and childish for being here, I’ll just cut my losses right now.” I grabbed my clutch and opened it, searching it for my card to pay for the drinks.

  He stilled my hand again. “I apologize. It was brave of you to come here. I won’t make jokes at your expense again. Tell me what you want, Violet.” My name rolled of his tongue so smoothly, my body gravitated toward him a little more. We were a whisper away from a kiss.

  I took a deep breath and got lost in the deep blue hue surrounding his grey depths. He seemed to be searching for something when he looked at me. His lips looked soft. I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He seemed only faintly surprised and retuned my soft kiss, reaching up to cradle my face with his hand. God, I loved that simple gesture. But a kiss wasn’t exactly what I was here for. I pulled away from him as electricity lingered and quickly explained.

  “What do I want? I want to do things like that, indulge on my sexual whims. I want to experience everything I feel I’ve been missing. I want to try it all and tonight I think I want you.” Honest, bold and barely able to keep my shaking hands from showing, I kept his intense gaze. “But mostly I want to find out what I want.”

  He seemed slightly stunned and even more amused. I’d made a fool of myself. I quickly grabbed my bag and stood. “I can see I’m wasting your time.”

  “Come with me.” It wasn’t a request, it was an order. My core clenched and I felt the dampness from my now soaked panties as I followed him down a long hall behind the bar. I watched his confident walk, he was much taller than my 5’9” and I loved it. I felt the anticipation building, overjoyed at the thoughts racing through me. He led me into an office, shut the door behind us, and walked to sit behind a desk, gesturing for me to do the same.

  “What is this?” I asked, looking around the spacious room.

  “My office,” he answered without further explanation. Ah, so he owned the bar. Nice, this wasn’t an inexperienced man. This excited me.

  He sat behind his desk, watching me carefully. My sex clenched again at the weight of his stare. What the hell was going on here? We sat in silence as he watched me sit, legs crossed and muscles clenching nervously as I fidgeted with my bag.

  “I’ll make you an offer,” he said, placing his hands on his desk. “I’ll help you explore your boundaries and help you figure out just what is you want, and in return you follow a few simple rules.”

  I shifted in my seat, my growing need outweighing my ability to reason, even though his offer didn’t seem unreasonable. The sweat between my legs mixing with the unhappy ache was enough to make me agree to anything. Still, I had to ask, “And the rules are?”

  “Everything you have at home, throw it out. No books, no toys, no other partners. I become everything you need sexually. No exceptions.”

  “That’s a lot to ask of someone you’ve only just met, not to mention it throws a wrench in my plans,” I said nonchalantly.

  “Which were?”

  “Delve into all areas BDSM, fuck a professional, maybe a ménage. I kind of want to try it all.” To this I got another smirk, but had no shame in my admission.

  “And you can do all of those things with me. But you won’t know the when or the who and you’ll find out quickly you’ll be fucking a professional.” His tone was dead serious. I believed him. This was definitely safer than allowing random, willing strangers to violate me. One partner, one person to show me the ropes, suddenly seemed way more appealing than going in blind.

  “And you are so sure you can fill my every need?”

  He raised a brow as if to say “Are you kidding?” but humored me. “Violet, I am far from the adventurous man I once was, but even being half that man, I can get the job done.”

  “Wow, that’s quite a bold statement. And will you be monogamous as well?”

  A sharp nod was his answer. He gave me a heartbeat to absorb then said, “Take off your dress.” When I hesitated, he started in, “Don’t fear me, Violet. I never do a thing to hurt a woman, this is about pleasure. I don’t want you to feel anything but safe with me.”

  I was up in seconds, bared to him. I stood naked before a man I had met only minutes earlier. I had to admit, it was hot and the part of me that protested what was left of my innocence was being beaten down by my determination. He appraised me carefully, studying my every curve, taking in my chest, letting his eyes drift to the swollen wet mess between my thighs.

  “You’re wet now.”

  “Yes,” I breathed, barely able to control the tingle escaping my every pore.

  “Come here,” he said, turning in his chair to point to the empty space beside him. I walked over slowly, standing inches from him between his parted legs as my body begged for his touch.

  “Spread your legs.” I parted my legs as he studied my sex. He took a single finger and skimmed the surface, covering the tip of my clit as I cried out. My nipples peaked as I watched his eyes wander back up to mine.

  “You are absolutely beautiful. Go get dressed,” he said, dismissing me, turning back to face the door in his chair.

  My heart sank, my sex screamed and my mouth let out an immediate protest. “But I thought—”

  “Trust me,” he said, his jaw clenching tightly. What the hell was going on here? I had barely stepped into my dress, frustrated and furious when his next question came. “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes,” I clipped tightly.

  “Make an appointment with your OB, get a full screen and come back in a week.”

  “And just why the hell would I do that?” I snapped, zipping up my dress and catching his eyes watching it happen.

  “Because I only fuck bare.” His voice was dangerously low. My pulse picked up as I watched him closely. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes told me that I wasn’t alone in my frustration. He spoke quickly. “I’ll have the same results when you come back. Also, I’ve had a vasectomy, but I prefer you keep your method as well.”

  “This is all very clinical right now,” I said, crossing my arms. “But I can totally appreciate what you are saying. I…was worried…you know, about this kind of thing. Do you do this often, you know…” How did I ask if this was the norm? When he didn’t answer and continued to watch me, I tried a different approach.

  “What’s in
this for you?” I asked as he stood and came toward me quickly and with purpose. I was flat against his office door in seconds, his eyes burning into mine, my palms flat at my sides. He gently grazed his erection along my stomach and I gasped at the bulge. I felt even more warmth spread in my panties. I would be sliding in my leather car seat on the drive home. He stood, his arms braced on either side of my head, and said nothing. I became uncomfortable and couldn’t control my panting.

  “I think we both know what’s in it for me,” he whispered, now an inch away from my lips. “One week, Violet.”

  He leaned in, brushing his lips on my neck, and I arched my back, begging for more. I stood in front of him, about to burst with need, my chest rising and falling, my eyes pleading. He turned the knob behind me and I followed his cue, walking out completely deflated as I looked back at the closed door. One week, just one week and that man’s mouth would be on me, his hands touching me, not to mention what that hard bulge silently promised. I shivered with anticipation; every step back to my car was agony. I needed release. I let my head fall on the seat rest and recalled the stormy eyes, chiseled cheekbones and soft lips of the man I’d just handed myself over to.

  God, I got lucky. I was willing to settle for several semi-attractive men with experience, instead I got an arrestingly handsome Mr. Thick Cock who seemed to have a wealth of knowledge. I clapped my hands together with glee.