Page 6 of Playing with Forever
“Tell you what,” I said, softening my tone. “Why don’t I show you around, give you a proper tour of the place, and see if any of the men I know who are good, well-trained doms are in tonight and available so you don’t end up with an amateur.”
Skepticism etched her expression, not that I could blame her, considering my one eighty in attitude. “You would do that for me?”
I nodded, telling myself this was nothing more than a professional courtesy, even while everything else in me balked at the thought of handing her off to any other man. “Yes. To ensure your first time is handled by someone experienced and capable.”
She studied my expression a bit longer. “Is this your way of offering a truce between us?”
The corner of my mouth twitched, because it was clear she was calling me out on my standoffish behavior over the past six years. “Yes.”
She smiled, so sweet and trusting, all animosity between us gone for now. “All right, then. Lead the way,” she said, passing off her unfinished drink to a waiter.
I offered her my arm, and Andrea slipped her hand into the crook of my elbow as I guided her out of the lounge, as if she were my play partner for the night…which she was not. I caught sight of Austin, and almost laughed at the comical look of shock on his face as he watched the two of us exit the room together. I could relate, because if someone had told me I’d be escorting Andrea around The Players Club as well as finding her a competent dom to play with for the night, I would have told them it would only happen if hell froze over.
Yet, here we were, no longer sniping at one another, with Andrea trusting me to select a proficient man to pop her BDSM cherry. Unfortunately, I had ulterior motives in mind. If she wasn’t going to leave the club of her own accord, I’d just have to give her a different kind of incentive to make her reconsider.
As I guided her to our first destination, on the way I could have easily identified at least five men that I knew personally who would show her an easy and professional initiation into the world, acquainting her with the basics, and give her a memorable and pleasurable experience.
I ignored every single one of them, along with the looks of interest they sent in Andrea’s direction. In fact, I was fairly certain my expression told them tofuck off, considering they didn’t bother asking for an introduction to the new girl in their midst.
Instead, I took her immediately to the public sex room, since there was always an orgy going on in there. I hoped if anything was going to unsettle Andrea, it would be the kind of raw, unrestrained fucking that went on in this section of the club. I wasn’t into that kind of exhibitionism myself. I enjoyed focusing on my one partner too much to share, but I didn’t judge anyone’s kinks.
Once inside, I heard Andrea’s breath catch as she stared at the various positions and stages of undress as I led her along the perimeter of the room, where other people watched the sexual display, or fucked while being voyeurs to all the shameless debauchery unfolding in front of them. Andrea didn’t squirm or seem uncomfortable. Just curious. Fascinated, even.
Her maturity impressed me. That was a point in her favor, but wouldn’t help me with my end goal with her. I’d have to bring out the big guns.
“This way,” I said, redirecting her attention. “I’m not seeing any of the more experienced doms in this area.”
There was a door that led upstairs to more rooms, if you didn’t want to pick your way through the bodies to take the grand staircase behind the bar. I opened it and ushered Andrea through and up the carpeted steps to the second floor.
On this level, all the public rooms had windows you could peer into. I stopped us at one of them, where people were already engaged in a scene. A woman was tied up to a St. Andrew’s Cross and taking a hell of a flogging, her shrieks loud even with the sound-absorbing walls.
I paused, letting Andrea take in the scene. I was sure she’d hear the screams, see the red, welted, crisscross marks all over the woman’s body, and call it a day.
Over on another one of the benches, a submissive was strapped down and being fucked hard and relentlessly, begging for the man to stop, sobbing as her dominant thrust into her like a jackhammer while pulling on her hair and smacking her ass, which was already bright red.
I knew that it was all play—the partner had a safeword she could use if she really didn’t want to be so forcefully fucked, or the pain got too intense. The club was a safe place for a lot of people to engage in consensual non-consent roleplay. Even if that wasn’t the type of scene we were watching, many submissives would instinctively say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ without really meaning it, just out of instinct. Safewords were a way to make sure there was no confusion.
But Andrea probably didn’t know that. She was new to this. What she saw and heard was a woman begging for the man to stop, and watching as the person fucking her ignored that request. That had to affect her, make her pause and consider what she was here for.
Andrea’s hand tightened on my arm and she made a noise in the back of her throat, and I glanced at her. Her eyes were a little wide, but she didn’t look afraid. She looked… intrigued. There was absolutely no fear on her face. No apprehension.
Fuck.Not what I was hoping for at all.
“Looks like Jordan is already busy,” I said, making an excuse to move on.
In the next room, which was medical themed, a woman and her submissive were already getting into blood and needle play.Aha.Now this would be sure to scare Andrea off.
The submissive’s legs shook a little as she lay on the table, strapped down, whimpering as she let her mistress slide needles in under the first layer of skin. It wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before, but I could understand why it would be rather intense for a first timer to witness.
I snuck a peek at Andrea to gauge her reaction. She bit her bottom lip as she watched the scene, but again, she displayed no trepidation or aversion to what was happening in the room.
“Is this one of those things you need to be certified on before they let you do it?” she asked curiously.
“Yes,” I said, surprised she’d remembered that from the club rules.
We moved on, this time finding a couple engaging in electrostimulation. The woman was tied to a bed, spread-eagle, while her partner used a violet wand on various parts of her body to deliver a stream of electricity, the intensity ramped up high enough that the woman’s skin rippled with every touch. The man dragged the tip over one of the woman’s nipples, and her back arched as she cried out from the sensation. Beside me, I felt Andrea’s entire body jolt in response, as if she’d been on the receiving end of that stimulating voltage.
“It’s pretty intense, yeah?” I asked, hoping that this was finally her tipping point that had her running toward the exit.
