Royce (2 page)

And on top of her already beautiful house they saw the Halloween over the top decorations.  In the foyer there was a larger than life wax zombie couple making out, covered in blood and gore, skin hanging ragged, bloody torn clothes.  The male’s zombie’s tongue was down her throat, literally down her throat, you could see his tongue going down through her mouth and into her throat.  Royce chuckled,
that’s cool
and as they kept walking a picture of an old skeletal man eyes followed them.

They walked past the foyer and into the family room and a black coffin was against the far wall with a skeleton inside his hands covering his crotch; he wore a surprised shocked expression and above his head on a cartoon bubble the words, “Where is it?  Where is it?”  He chuckled and shook his head;
leave it to Patty
,
where does she find this stuff?
  Masked couples were already mixing and mingling.  The house dimly lit, candles strategically placed throughout their soft amber flames burning softly adding to the ambiance and Halloween themed decorations.  The catered food was an assortment of finger foods, trays placed within easy reach.  Champagne, wine, imported beer were set out, all you had to do was just reach for what you wanted, and of course this time some of the trays were bizarre with tasty spider canapés, bloody severed finger sandwiches, and somehow they’d made a brain out of pineapple slices.  The caterers were gone.  Their part in this done and tomorrow they’d come back and clean up the mess.  No one other than the guests was allowed inside once the party started.

Royce let go of Tammy as they entered the crowd.  There were about forty couples in the club and at any given party more than half always showed up.  The house had eight bedrooms, a game room, media room, spa, sauna, library, outdoor pool and a beautifully covered gazebo outside by the pool with a bed full of soft pillows and a flowing canopy.  Royce had had a few women out there; it was an experience to be out in the night, the warmth from the fireplace, citronella candles lit, the night breeze against your skin, it was thrilling.  He looked around the room.  He’d let Tammy go so anyone who wanted her could approach her; no one liked to approach another man’s wife and put the moves on her while her husband was standing next to her, so he let her go and moved to the other side of the room.  He scanned the room looking for anyone that would interest him. 

To get him to join Doug had let slip or he’d purposely told him of a woman that was young, a redhead and beautiful; he knew that would intrigue him.,

That night he spotted the redhead and took her to bed and since then he’s had her a few times.  He spotted her tonight.
Okay maybe it was worth it to come tonight
; he knew who she was now.  Her husband was a real estate broker and owned a number of real estate firms.  She was his second wife and in her twenties and he had to be at least forty.

Royce grabbed two glasses of champagne and made his way over to her. “Hello Daisy,” he said.

She turned, “Oh Jeremy, I hadn’t seen you in awhile.”  In keeping with the anonymous thing every member came up with a club name.  He went by Jeremy Steel, as in hard as steel and she was Daisy Duke.

“Yeah, been busy and couldn’t make it the last couple of months.”  That was a lie, but hey who cared?  He wanted to make her think he really hated missing these parties.  As they sipped champagne he looked deeply into her eyes.  Royce loved the mask; it added to the sex appeal and made it easier to do things you wouldn’t if someone were looking at the real you.  He was flirting now and a few minutes later Patty came on the microphone, “Alright Pleasure Seekers, if you’ve made your choice you may make your way to a place of your choosing.  If not the night is still young,” she cooed.

He looked at Daisy, “Well have I made my choice?”

She smiled, “Yes, I think you have.” He smiled.  She’d never turned him down yet.  He took her by the hand and led her toward the bedrooms.

Tammy watched as Royce led Stacy by the hand.  Like him she knew who most of the couples were by now and the red head was Stacy Redding, the second wife of real estate broker Paul Redding.  She’d been with Paul a couple of times.  He liked to tie you to the bed; that was his thing.  He liked you spread eagle, your legs and arms spread wide and tied to the bed post and he was good at it too.  He got off on it; he liked to touch and tease you all over before he climbed on top of you.  She liked it too, being tied up and she’d gotten Royce to do it a couple of times at home, but he really wasn’t into it like Paul, and always kept asking, “Is that too tight?  I don’t want to cut off your circulation,” when all she wanted him to do was take her, take her hard. 

She watched Royce’s back as he walked away and then she looked around the room for Paul.  This was her thing.  She liked to see who Royce picked, it turned her on to know that whoever he took to bed he would satisfy beyond reason and they’d want him for themselves but knew they couldn’t have him because he was hers, all hers.  As she lay with someone else she always pictured Royce with the woman he’d chosen and this would turn her on seeing him in her mind making love to another woman because in the morning that other woman would watch her as she left with him, watch her and know,
damn she’s got it all
. 

Tammy knew getting Royce had been a boon for her, the biggest feather in her cap.  She’d set out to get him the minute she’d laid eyes on him at Winchesters.  She’d grown up in Lubbock, home of Texas Tech University, and since she’d moved from trailer park to trailer park all her life and had gone to so many different schools she didn’t think she was smart enough to go to college so she never applied; just like her mother after she graduated from high school she became a waitress at a local diner. 

She’d always found her men at clubs; she loved cowboys in their tight jeans, cowboy boots and hats, and she loved to dance, and if you met them at a club you were on equal footing with them.   She was nineteen then and small framed about five foot two and her only complaint about her body were her breasts were too small and one of her canines had a mind of its own and had grown above her gum line.  She hated that tooth, it messed up her perfectly good teeth but she was blonde and blue eyed so she knew she had that going for her and played those two things up. 

The night Royce walked into Winchesters  she thought her heart stopped beating for a moment he was so damn fine, the most handsome man she’d ever seen.  He was tall and dark haired, and he wore it in the cowboy style she loved, layered and just long enough.  He was looking around the club and his blue eyes with a hint of sadness captured her soul, and his perfect behind hugged in his tight jeans took her over the edge. 

That night she poured on her charm and laughed and danced with him until he said, “I’ve got to head back to Tech, but maybe I’ll see you again.”  She knew that meant he wouldn’t, “It’s still early and me and my friend have a bottle of Tequila at our apartment if you’d like to share it,” she said giving him her prettiest closed mouth smile.  His blue eyes understood her meaning, “Sure, I think I’d like that.”

Royce spent the night that night and she found out that not only was he a damn good lover but he had the right equipment and he knew how to use it.  He made her cry out as she came all over him and before he left that morning she made him a good hearty breakfast.  Working at the diner she’d learned to cook a few things and breakfast was one of them, and they say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.  She knew she had to play her cards right to get this one he was way out of her league.  There was only one thing she wanted and that was to get away from Lubbock and with Royce Harrington she knew she could.

She was there for him, always available and in his senior year she became pregnant.   That stunt almost cost her, his parents especially his father took one look at her and hated her, but in the end reluctantly gave them his blessing.  

They got married during Spring Break and it would take time and that was years ago and she tried so hard.  She’d gotten her mouth fixed, and added a cup size or two to her breasts and tried to stop dropping her “g’s” when she spoke.  They had two children, Karen who was ten and Dillon Walker named after Royce’s father who was six.

And four years ago they bought their beautiful house out in The Enclave
an exclusive neighborhood with a country club, a golf course, tennis courts, an Olympic size pool and a clientele most people would only dream of.  It was nothing but the high society of Dallas, old and new money and she was part of this world and she had her children and Royce.  She loved that man more than life itself and the only reason she agreed to do The Club was because of him, she didn’t need anybody else she had him and he satisfied her desires completely but after he’d said his beautiful words she melted and was willing to try it for him.

That was two years ago and it hadn’t hurt their marriage at all, if anything it had enhanced it.  In the last two years they’d experimented and tried new things and she was happy, truly happy.  And Royce’s father grew to love her; it seemed since she gave him a grandson to carry on the family name after that the poor trailer park girl from Lubbock had become the apple of his eye.

She was happy, important to the legacy of the Harrington family, in love and married to the love of her life and all that would change the night Joy Abrams walked into The Club
.

Royce led Stacy to a bedroom, he liked to choose early.  With so many couples the bedrooms filled up quickly, but he knew the other parts of the house were well used.  The game room was a hot spot for orgies; he didn’t like orgies or threesomes.  Too many people in bed everyone vying for attention.  He was a one on one kind of guy and he wanted to focus on the one he chose and he wanted her to focus on him.  He opened the door and Stacy walked in. 

The bedrooms were set for pleasure.  Dim lighting, candles lit, a tray set on the nightstand of chocolate covered strawberries, sliced peaches, plump assorted grapes and dipping sauces, chocolate, raspberry and of course whipped cream, an ice filled iron tub held bottles of champagne, red and white wine, beer, a tray of glasses nearby.  The bed was turned back just so, and on the wall stood a tall dresser and he knew what was in those drawers.  The top drawer held condoms of different shapes, sizes and colors, the second oils, creams, sweet tasting or those that warmed up and turn hot as you rubbed them on your body.  The third held vibrators, dildos of various lengths and widths.  The fourth held handcuffs, whips, scarves, blindfolds, anal devices, ticklers and the fifth apparatuses he didn’t recognize or understand and so far he hadn’t been with a woman who knew either.  He often went to the other drawers in a night of pleasure especially with Stacy; she liked to be tied to the bed spread eagle by her ankles and wrists. 

They’d work their way to that
, he thought and locked the door.  She was already undressing, he liked her skin, it was soft and translucent, a trait most natural red heads had.  He ran the back of his hand up and down her back as he undressed, “Nice,” he said; her skin soft to his touch.  She undressed and climbed into bed.  He followed suit and was soon undressed.

Royce was always in control in these situations.  This was a game for him, it was about the art of seduction and he loved playing his part; this is what made this fun.  He saw her looking at him, taking in his well muscled body liking what she saw.  Through her mask he could see her eyes roaming his body appreciatively.  She wore a dark blue mask tonight with little iridescent peacock feathers that looked lovely with her red hair. 

Royce went to her as she lay back, he bent to kiss her and pulled her up and took her hand; she liked for him to guide her in touching him, he ran her hand up and down his chest and onto his shoulders where he had her pause and caress him.  He laid back his hand over hers and had her caress him big and thick, he had her take a handful and stroke him, his big male hand over her small female one.  With his other hand he sensually caressed her back then he guided her head down and had her take him in her mouth.  He pushed her head deep to fill her mouth with him, his hand covered hers as she stroked him and caressed the soft skin around his sac, he moaned.  He kept his hand over hers showing her until he erupted in her mouth, and he held the back of her head until she’d taken in every drop.  When she rose up she smiled at him and wiped her mouth with her hand, “That was good,” she said. 

“Yes it was.”  He got up and went to drawer number one first as he always did, he never forgot to use a condom.  He grabbed a handful of the condoms he liked; next he went to drawer number three and took out the large vibrator with the tickler on the end.  He opened the fourth drawer and took out the scarves then he went back to the bed.

He kissed her and pushed her back.  He tied her wrists together with a scarf then he tied one leg to one end of the bed and the other to the other with her legs open wide.  She was already squirming and moving with anticipation and he liked that; he went between her legs and stroked her thighs and teased her with the vibrator, he turned it on and ran it up and down her inner thigh, she moaned.  He ran it up her belly teasing her navel; she moaned louder, he went around her breast and on her nipples.  He put it in her mouth, she sucked it, then licked it.  He went back down her body touching her in various places giving her pleasure and when he placed it on her clitoris she cried out and he let her feel it.  Then he pushed it inside her, she moaned and licked her lips, he worked it the way a man wished he could move inside a woman.  She writhed and moaned and thrust her hips to meet his thrust, he pushed it hard and worked her until he saw the signs her orgasm was coming and she let out a loud cry and her body gave way to its pleasure.