Curvy Ever After: Forbidden Curvy Girl Fairy Tales (21 page)

“Your golden key, please?” The man asked.

Aliyah held up the card and his big paw snatched it from her through the peep hole.

“You’re late.” The man said to her through the door.

“Sorry, I...” She started to apologize. “Wait? How would you know I’m late?” Aliyah asked with a frown.

The man didn’t reply. His only response was to open the door. Aliyah looked up at the big burly man, dressed in a black suit and tie. She thought that he kind of resembled a rabbit. Though she quickly forgot about the man as she looked into the building.

The door opened into a darkened spacious bar. The large room was painted a dark gold color and had massive and elaborate archways and pillars. Only some recessed lighting in red and gold, lit the space. Colorful bottles lined the back of the bar and plush red stools lined the front. Private alcoves wrapped around the perimeter of the room, furnished with large red couches. Heavy red drapes hung on the sides of each alcove. Some were open and others closed to give the occupants privacy.

Sharply dressed men and women mingled, holding quiet discussions. The low conversations blended together to create a low hum that reverberated through Aliyah’s body. Some people were looking up at a few flat screen televisions mounted to the walls and pillars. Aliyah looked up to see what was on the TVs, and nearly choked on her own spit.

The televisions were displaying people in the throes of passionate lovemaking. Twosome, threesomes, and more. Aliyah’s mouth flapped open and closed several times, which of course was how Shayne found her.

“Aliyah.” He breathed softly as he grasped her hand and brought it up to his lips. “I’m so glad you could make it.” Shayne said just above her hand, his breath ticking the fine hairs there before he touched his lips to her clammy skin.

“Th-The bouncer s-said I’m late.” Aliyah stuttered, her knees quaking at the feel of his lips on her flesh.

“You are.” He said with a sexy grin as he straightened up again.

“How would he know that?” She asked perplexed.

“Because I told him you’d be coming and what you looked like. Though I must say, I didn’t even come close to describing you well enough. You’re stunning!” Shayne complimented.

Aliyah only flushed in response, words unable to pass her lips.

“Come, have a drink with me.” Shayne said as he guided her towards the bar. His fingers at the small of her back.

Aliyah trembled at the touch of his hand through the fabric of her dress. While Shayne ordered their drinks, he kept his hand low on her back and lightly stroked up and down the lower curve of her spine with the back of his fingers. It was subtle, but his seduction had begun.

“Let’s make a toast.” Shayne suggested, holding up his champagne flute. “To…new adventures.” He grinned broadly as their glasses clinked.

As Aliyah quietly sipped the champagne he had ordered for them, she tried to covertly take in his sexy appearance. He wore black dress slacks and shining black shoes. A pristine white dress shirt was tucked into the slacks and a beautiful deep blue tie was around his neck. Over the shirt was a fitted black vest that emphasized his broad chest and narrow waist. Around each arm were two vintage-style, casino dealer black armbands that wrapped around his impressive biceps. And to finish off the whole sexy stylish look, he wore a black newsboy hat over his short silver locks.

Shayne’s eyes were practically glowing arctic blue, as he gazed at her from under his dark hat. Aliyah watched as he took the hat off and stuffed it in one of the back pockets of his pants. Then he downed the rest of his champagne, never taking his eyes off of her the entire time.

“Let me show you around. And I want to introduce you to someone.” Shayne said, as he took her empty glass and set it on the bar before leading her towards a red door in the back of the room.

“T-There’s more?” Aliyah said nervously.

“So much more.” Shayne’s deep gravelly voice said seductively.

He opened the door and drew her into the cavernous room. Aliyah stood in shock at the sight that greeted her. She finally understood where the footage of the people on the TVs in the bar were coming from.

All types of couples were in different states of dress or undress, all around her. All of them in different stages of lovemaking and on several kinds of apparatuses. Couches, cushioned benches, wooden Xs with leather cuffs at each end, and so on. Built against the wall was a type of tool rack, but the tools that adorned it were of the sensual torture variety.

The room was decorated in dark colors and only some soft low lighting lit the area. Sultry background music set the mood and fought for dominance over the moans, groans, skin smacking and other sounds of sex.

Aliyah was appalled and aroused all at the same time. She wasn’t quite sure whether she was more appalled by what she was seeing or her reaction to it. Her eyes grew wide, her pulse raced at her neck, her skin became flushed and damp, her stomach churned with the release of a storm of butterflies, and her sex flooded with moisture.

Shayne watched Aliyah intently, trying to gauge her reaction. He saw a tinge of pink on her cheeks. A light sheen of sweat broke out on her brow. And her ample breasts rose and fell harshly as if she’d run a marathon.
Oh, the marathon hasn’t even begun, les amoureux.

“What is this place?” Aliyah whispered shakily.

“A place for you to unwind. To be yourself. To explore your baser needs. This is a whole world, I bet you didn’t even know existed.” Shayne said softly against her ear.

Aliyah just swallowed in response.

“Here comes someone I want you to meet.” Shayne told her.

Aliyah watched as a stunning woman glided towards them. She had to be one of the most beautiful women Aliyah had ever seen. She was also black, but her coloring and bone structure hinted that she was from Africa. Her skin was like flawless, smooth black onyx, wrapped in a red leather corset and skintight black leather pants. She was tall and slender with a glorious afro framing her striking face. Her strong, confident demeanor and high cheekbones reminded Aliyah of Grace Jones. She was instantly intimidated. The riding crop she held didn’t help either.

“Who is this lovely creature you have brought into our ranks, Shayne?” The gorgeous woman asked in a beautiful accent Aliyah couldn’t quite place.

“This is Aliyah. Aliyah, I’d like to introduce you to our esteemed hostess, Nia. The queen of hearts, herself.” Shayne gave the introductions.

“N-Nice to meet you, Nia.” Aliyah’s voice trembled.

“Oh, what a tense little thing, you are!” Nia tsked as she pulled Aliyah further into the room. “We must do something about that.”

Aliyah looked back at Shayne as he followed close behind. A Cheshire cat smile spread across his face. The smile screamed trouble and she shivered in anticipation.

Nia stopped in front of an empty, large wooden X and Aliyah looked at in trepidation. Both Nia and Shayne circled around her a few times, as if they were sizing her up. To predators circling their prey.

“Um…if this is supposed to be relaxing, you might want to rethink your business plan.” Aliyah said fearfully, her eyes following them as they stalked her.

They both chuckled before Nia spoke again. “We’re just thinking of the best way to begin. Be patient, my dear.” She then turned to Shayne. “I think a blindfold would be best. So she won’t freak out by what’s coming next.”

“Hmm…I agree.” Shayne spoke thoughtfully.

“Uh, won’t I freak out more
not
knowing what’s happening?” Aliyah’s eyes widened even further at the thought.

“At first, yes. But once you begin to trust him, it’ll become easier.” Nia explained.

Aliyah looked to the man in question and he nodded slightly. His silvery blue eyes never moved from her, like there were no naked people having sex in the room. His jaw flexed and his hands were fisted tightly at his sides, the only indications that he was doing everything in his power to restrain himself. And a telltale bulge pressed snuggly against the zipper of his slacks.

“W-What is your p-part in this?” Aliyah said to Nia after she tore her eyes from Shayne’s.

“I’m the Dominatrix, or Domme if you will, of the club. Mostly, I oversee the…
activities
of the club. I make sure that no one is taking things too far or abusing the rules.
And
I also help things along if someone is feeling…
hesitant
.” Nia said meaningfully.

“W-What are the rules?” Aliyah couldn’t seem to keep her voice from quivering.

“Well, that the submissives are willing, no one is pushed or hurt beyond their threshold, that anyone that comes into this room has adhered to the two drink maximum, and the club is kept secret.” Nia ticked off.

“And I’m a s-submissive?” Aliyah asked in disbelief.

“Oh, so much more than you know.” It was Shayne that finally spoke up. “Now, I think you’ve got the gist of it.” He stepped close to her. “This is a place where you can let go. Let go of the bullshit of the outside world. Relinquish control and everyday life decisions, to me. It’s my job to take the weight of the world off your shoulders and to gain your complete trust. In return, I’ll give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.” His silky smooth accent wrapped around Aliyah like a warm blanket.

“O-Okay.” She practically panted.

“I must follow the rules, so let’s get the first rule out of the way. Do I have your permission to play?” Shayne asked seriously.

“Mmhmm,” was all that Aliyah could get out as she nodded her head.

“Good. Now on to the next rule. I need a word from you that you’ll use if I take things too far. A safeword,” Shayne said.

“Teapot.” Aliyah picked the first word that came to mind.
Really?!

Shayne grinned.

Aliyah watched as Nia went to the wall and chose a black blindfold, medieval looking clamps and a soft leather flogger. She then placed them under a machine, flipped a switch and a bright blue light shined on the items. After a few minutes, she came back and handed the flogger and clamps to Shayne. She brought the blindfold over to Aliyah.

“We sanitize all of our toys with UV light, before and after each use. Just so you know that we keep things clean here. Now, close your eyes.” Nia instructed.

Aliyah obeyed, even as she saw curious onlookers stop their lovemaking to watch her. Her body trembled as everything went black, when Nia placed the blindfold over her face. She felt a soft kiss on the corner of her mouth and she realized it was Nia, when she spoke again.

“Just relax. Shayne will take good care of you.” Nia whispered against Aliyah’s mouth.

Aliyah felt a fingertip at her chin and she raised her face as the finger applied pressure upward. “I won’t hurt you. You can trust me. I’ve waited for this since you first came into my office.” Shayne’s breath touched her lips.

She felt his firm lips on hers and she kissed him back softly. His warm tongue caressed the crease of Aliyah’s mouth, asking for access inside. She obliged and opened her lips on a sigh. His tongue plundered her willing mouth. He stroked her tongue aggressively and Aliyah responded shyly. Shayne groaned at her hesitant strokes.

Aliyah was shocked by the passion he unleashed with just a kiss. She could not remember a time when a kiss made her feel so wanted. So desired.

Shayne released her lips and moved down to her chin. He nipped the skin there with his teeth, and she felt it in her gut. His tongue flicked and caressed its way down her jaw to her neck. His hands gripped her hips and slid around to her backside. He pulled Aliyah into him and she felt his hard bulge against her tummy. Aliyah whimpered with need.

“Shh… Soon, mon amour.” Shayne soothed her.

“W-What d-does that mean?” Aliyah stuttered as he slowly inched her dress up her thighs.

“My lover.” Shayne whispered in her ear and then flicked his tongue against the outer shell.

“Oh God!” Aliyah’s knees buckled.

Never in all her life had she been so turned on. Aliyah had thought that she was dull or prudish, but in reality, she realized that she’d just had the wrong partners. And Shayne was only getting started.

Shayne backed away slightly and gradually drew the dress the rest of the way, up and over Aliyah’s head. She instantly crossed her arms over herself and he stepped close to her again as he passed her discarded dress to Nia.

“Don’t hide. You have a beautiful body. And it was made to be worshipped by me.” Shayne said softly as he grasped her wrists and pulled her hands from her body.

Shayne kissed each of her shoulders before he pulled down the straps of her black bra. He kissed her forehead and nose as he reached behind her back and unclasped the lacy material. He took her clutch purse from her trembling hand, then peeled the bra slowly from her body and tossed them both to Nia. Shayne’s hands cupped her heavy D-cup sized breasts. Her areolas were large and dark chocolate tipped. Unable to resist, he kissed down her neck to her beautiful breasts. He rubbed his lips over the soft nubs and they immediately tightened in response.

He wanted her so badly, he thought that he’d lose his mind. But he knew he had to exercise some restraint if he wanted to make sure that she found her pleasure before he did. So, Shayne stood up straight and moved towards her, walking her backwards to the St. Andrew’s cross. Once her back touched the wood, he grasped her left wrist and pulled it up to the first cuff. He held her hand there as Nia secured the leather cuff. Then they did the same with her right wrist.