“Alex,” she moaned, reaching for her phone. “I need to see you come.”
As she sucked on her fingers I pumped my cock hard, I squeezed, running my thumb over the head and spreading my pre-cum for lubrication. I breathed as hard as she had. My stomach tensed, defining my muscles and I raised my hips a little as I came. Strings of white coated my hand and I milked until every last drop was extracted.
“Oh, God, that was so hot,” she whispered.
I chuckled. I brought the phone back to near my face. Her eyes were bright, her cheeks flushed. She placed her fingertips on the screen.
“I want to taste you, Gabriella,” I said, my voice hoarse.
“I want that too.”
We didn’t say anything for a moment, and I watched as her eyelids began to droop a little.
“Sleep well, my darling, and I’ll see you soon,” I said.
“I miss you, Alex,” she repeated. “I’ll see you soon,” she echoed my words.
Once we had disconnected the call, I slid my legs from the bed and headed for a shower.
Despite ejaculation, I was still hard. It wasn’t my hand I needed and whether it was to delay gratification, or not, I refused to give myself any further release. I had yet another uncomfortable night.
The following morning I decided I needed to throw myself into work as a distraction. Not only was the move full on for Trymast, I decided to think about theplayroomsfor the club. Recalling what I’d seen at the various clubs I’d attended I made a list.
Wet room for food or messy play.
Bondage room with hooks and pulleys.
A bedroom with a one-way glass wall so voyeurism could be accommodated.
I then thought of some of the more extreme play. I highly doubted we would want any form of blood play but perhaps a dressing up room. I remember coming across my first adult baby and finding it extremely difficult to contain my laughter. Even more so to learn thebabywas a judge. However, it was athing,so it needed to be added.
Of course, Veronica would be best placed to know what was current and lacking in other clubs. I decided to call her.
“Hi, cousin,” she said, answering my call.
“Hello. I was just thinking about the proposal Mackenzie made. Have you decided what you’re doing?”
“I’m going to take him up on the offer. I’ll rent the house to thebusinessand I’ll run it for a salary. I think that makes a lot of sense. And you? What will be your part?” she asked.
“I’m going to buy in at some point. I’ve been thinking about various playrooms.” I then listed off what I’d written down.
“Other than the wet room, which is a wonderful idea, we pretty much have most of that in one form or another. I like the idea of the one-way glass between two rooms, however.”
She told of the shock the architects had received when they came to do their survey and saw some of the existing rooms. She laughed as she detailed the shake to one’s hand while drawing a sketch.
“What do you know about Mackenzie?” she asked, abruptly.
“In what way?”
“Is he single?”
“Yes, I believe so. Why?” I asked.
“No reason, he intrigues me, that’s all.”
“Sure that’s all, Von?” I asked, chuckling.
“Okay, so I’m attracted to him. He’s very dominant and I don’t suppose he knows it,” she said, and I heard her sigh.
