Awaken (4 page)

Savannah tapped me on the shoulder. She was holding up her cellphone.

“I'm sorry, Miss Winters, but I've just been notified there's another person I need to interview. Would you mind exploring the club on your own?”

I nodded, still in awe of the sea of sexuality, ebbing and flowing, before me on the bed.

“Wonderful,” said Savannah. “There are five more floors. I'm really sorry I can't continue showing you around. There are so many new people that want to join. I need to make sure everyone's a good fit. Miss Winters, my first impression of you is that you are. I hope our club can help you on your sexual journey. Have fun!”

She gave me a hug and walked out of the room.

I turned back to the bed. The electronic music in the background was almost inaudible through the groans of euphoria emanating from the bed. I saw Penelope once again. She was now passionately kissing a woman as the attractive man – the one she was riding earlier – fucked her from behind. Penelope was caught in the grip of sexual ecstasy. I envied her. Then all of a sudden, Penelope looked in my direction. Our eyes met, and I noticed her face smoldering with desire. She shot me a sexy smile. Then she returned to kissing the woman, as the man continued fucking her from behind.

My body tingled. The sexual abandon in the room was turning me on. I felt my cheeks flush. The tingling sensation increased. I imagined myself on that bed, among the throng of people, being pleasured and giving pleasure, the way Penelope was. Then I felt it…dampness between my legs. I was finally wet, for the first time in years.

I noticed several couches along the walls of the dark room. Men and women were sitting, watching the orgy. On one of the couches, a woman had her legs spread open and was pleasuring herself as she watched the scene unfolding on the bed. There was a vacant spot on a neighboring couch; I took a seat. As the moans of pleasure in the room increased, so did the dampness between my legs. My body wanted a release so badly. It would have been so easy to masturbate right there on the couch, like the woman by my side. Nobody other than Penelope and Nico knew who I was, and they obviously would only approve. I felt the sex between my legs pulsating. I needed a release. I trailed my hand toward my crotch. I began hiking up my skirt…then stopped.

I couldn't bring myself to do it. The thought of strangers watching me masturbate, although exciting, also made me nervous. I decided to hold off. I just sat transfixed, watching the orgy. My sex continued dripping, begging to be touched. I realized by just sitting there, I was torturing myself. I left the orgy room and explored the rest of the club.

I took the stairs up another flight. Unfamiliar sounds emanated farther down the hall, and led me into a large candlelit room. A group of people formed a circle in the center of the room. I made my way through the group, toward the front. I was surprised to discover a woman standing in the middle of the circle, naked and blindfolded. A man with an imposing presence circled the woman. He was bare-chested, his broad shoulders and taut stomach exposed to the crowd. Black leather pants concealed an impressive bulge in his crotch. I felt that tingling sensation between my legs increase. The man wore a black mask, and only his piercing eyes were visible. His mysterious aura intrigued me – and his impressive body turned me on more than I already was. His sexual energy filled the room. Like a lion, he was in complete control of his domain. My body trembled with desire for him.

“Whose that?” I asked a fellow spectator by my side.

“That's the Master,” she said. “He'll give you the time of your life, guaranteed.”

“The Master,” I repeated to myself.

When I stepped out of the room, I saw Nico and Penelope dressed in white robes. They looked like they just had the time of their lives.

“For a second, I thought you were going to join us,” said Penelope as I approached.

My cheeks felt flush. My sex was dripping, screaming for a release. I still couldn’t believe what I had witnessed. That woman was in the throes of ecstasy. The Master had satisfied her body in ways I never imagined I might enjoy. I’m still slightly ashamed to admit how turned on I was by what I saw. I hesitate to write it down in these pages. All I can admit, is that I witnessed an orgasm, the magnitude of which I didn’t think was possible. And as I watched that woman come, my body ached for the same experience.

“I told you I just came to watch,” I said to Penelope, almost out of breath.

Penelope stepped close to me and whispered into my ear, “It looks like you just saw the Master in his playroom. I had a similar reaction.
Do you want to go home and you know…?”

I looked at her. She understood what I was going through. I nodded vigorously. “Yes,” I said, panting.

When I got home, I raced to the bedroom and stripped off my clothes. I threw myself onto the bed and thrust my fingers between my legs. I pictured the Master's hard cock inside me. The energy, which for three years had been pent up, was finally released. My body shuddered with joy and then fell into a peaceful state. I had almost forgot what an orgasm felt like.

After coming, I began to cry tears of joy. It had felt so good. It had been so long. I spent the rest of the night laying in bed, picturing the Master and the deeds he performed on that woman. I played with myself once more, picturing him doing those same acts to me. I came again.

Today the weather was so nice that I decided to take the train into Manhattan and spend the day taking pictures. I thought it might help me clear my head. After several days, I couldn’t get the night I spent at Nectar out of my mind. I kept thinking about the Master - the pleasure he brought that woman, his muscled body, his hard cock. When I imagine him doing to me what he did to that woman, my body still shivers with desire. But I’m not into that sort of thing, am I?

I decided the best way to stop thinking about sex was to take some pictures. I headed toward Central Park. I began by taking pictures around Bethesda Fountain. Then I headed over to Bow Bridge and snapped some pictures of a couple kissing.

As I watched the couple embrace, I wondered if I would ever meet that someone special. Although I want to be in a relationship, there is a benefit to being single: I’m free to explore. Watching the Master with that woman has made me realize there might be other aspects of sex I might enjoy – things I never imagined myself doing. My sneak peek into Nectar’s sexual world has made me more curious about my sexual desires. I remember the promises I made to myself: I wouldn’t be scared anymore, I would live my life to the fullest, and I would test myself.

I left Central Park, via Liberty Walk, and took pictures of the trees framing the walkway. After grabbing a late lunch, I headed to Times Square. I spent the remaining hours of the afternoon snapping shots of the various people around me. There's an energy in New York unmatched anywhere else I've been. The sun began to set, and I was able to capture some beautiful images of the billboards and bright electric signs against the blues and violets of twilight.

When I was satisfied with the shots I had taken, I came back home to a surprise. My Nectar membership had arrived in the mail. It was a sleek black card with the words Nectar embossed in gold lettering. I had a glass of wine to celebrate joining a sex club – something I never imagined I would do. Then I made plans to meet the Master.

I crossed a line, and there’s no turning back now.

“Are you going to do more than just watch tonight?” asked Penelope.

“Maybe,” I said with a shrug and a coy smile.

“Well, that guy over there has been eyeing you ever since you walked into the room.”

I glanced over and noticed an attractive, clean-shaven man, wearing a black suit, at the bar. He raised his glass in my direction. I smiled at him and turned away.

“I have something else in mind,” I said to Penelope.

“Well, I don't think you'll have any trouble finding someone looking like that. You look hot girl,” said Penelope, admiring my low plunge v-neck black dress.

“Thanks,” I said. Penelope looked sexy as usual in a red, halter dress with a slight cowl neck key hole.

Nico approached us. He kissed Penelope on the cheek. “Babe, I just met an awesome couple,” he said. “They want to party in one of the private rooms.”

“Great. Let's make friends. Is it cool if we part ways now, Sweetie?” asked Penelope.

I nodded. “Of course. Have fun.”

Penelope gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I watched as her and Nico greeted a couple at the other end of the room. They disappeared upstairs into one of the private rooms.

When I glanced back at the bar, that attractive man was still looking at me. I felt empowered knowing that I was the one who had to initiate contact. That man at the bar would just have to wait until I felt ready to come and talk to him. I smiled and turned away, enjoying being a tease. It had been so long since I felt desired. I left the cocktail room and went upstairs. I stopped by the orgy room and watched the group of people pleasuring each other on the large bed. The moans of ecstasy filled my ears and made the precious space between my legs tingle with excitement. But I didn't want to waste time watching the orgy. I had a date with the Master tonight, or at least I hoped.

I took another flight of stairs and entered the Master's domain. I made my way toward the front of the circle. I was just in time. The Master had not yet chosen his partner for the evening. As he went around the circle, looking into each woman’s eyes, I noticed a sexy brunette by his side. She was dressed in lingerie made of silver chains. She was the Master’s assistant, and according to the club rules, she had to initiate communication on his behalf. As I admired the Master’s muscular upper body, I was surprised when he turned and looked in my direction. We locked eyes. Then the Master turned to his assistant and whispered something to her. She nodded and walked in my direction. My heart raced as she approached, the Master following close behind her. They both stopped a few feet in front of me. I swallowed, as the Master looked me up and down. The sexual energy of his presence washed over me. His body was so firm, so strong, so masculine. The Master kept staring at me, my body tingled in response.

Then his assistant spoke, “The Master thinks you’re very beautiful and is pleased you have decided to join us. Would you like him to pleasure you?”

I looked at the assistant and into her stunning eyes. For the last several days, I couldn’t get the thought of being fucked by the Master out of my mind. I needed to know what it felt like. I needed to cross that line, into the unknown. I swallowed and whispered, “Yes.”

The assistant reached and took my hand. “The Master will be pleased,” she purred. “Follow me into the center.”

I stepped forward and let her lead me. As we passed the Master, I felt his eyes studying me. This was it. I was going to let a complete stranger have his way with me, in front of all these people. The assistant made me stop in the center of the circle. I breathed a sigh of relief as she placed a blindfold around my eyes. The darkness helped me forget the crowd.

“I'm going to undress you now, is that alright?” asked the assistant.

I nodded. “Yes.”

Then I heard her walk behind me. She unzipped the back of my black dress, and I gasped as it fell to the ground. Tonight I decided to take a page out of Penelope's book – no bra, no panties. I took a deep breath, as I realized I was now standing naked in a room full of strangers. My body tingled as I felt the assistant's hands run up my legs, over the curvature of my ass, and settle on my hips. I felt her breath against the back of my neck as she whispered, “You're so fuckin' hot. Are you ready to scream with pleasure?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

I had finally voiced my wish, and soon it would come true.

“Good,” said the assistant. “I'm going to tie you up now.”

As she stepped away, I felt a presence approach me: It was him. His firm hand caressed my neck and then ran over my collarbone, toward my breasts. As he stepped closer to me, I smelled his scent, his masculinity. I gasped as he suddenly grabbed my hand. Slowly, he began guiding my hand over his broad chest and taut stomach. I felt the definition of each muscle. Then he guided my hand over his leather pants, and I felt the bulge of his cock stirring underneath. The thought of his cock inside me made my body tremble.