The Red Door (The Door Series Book 1) (21 page)

I took a deep breath and asked what I wasn’t sure if I even wanted to know the meaning to.

“Like what?”

“First, let me say that the members go in knowing what they are doing. There’re no laws broken. When they become a member, they’re given an overall safeword. They’re reminded of this word by security each time they enter. In the scenes, they can use other safewords but not this word. It is an overall safeword. If used, security steps in and everything stops.”

“Okay.” I had started breathing harder. I didn’t know if I wanted to know any more. Why would someone go somewhere that they needed a safeword on top of a safeword?

“Members go to experience the extreme, to walk the line on illegal, but still fall on the legal side.”

“Like what?”

“Shit, Ari. I don’t want to tell you. It’s not a place I would ever let you go.” I watched as he rubbed his hand through his hair. It was a long rich wavy brown.

“Like what?”

“Like slave auctions, rape games, Daddy scenes, blood, knives, piercings, and humiliation. As long as it follows the rules of safe, sane, and consensual it’s allowed, with a few exceptions.”

“Okay. I don’t need to know any more.” I was breathing hard now, and it wasn’t from being turned on. It was scary how deep some of this went.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to tell you. I rarely go there, and it’s not for fun when I do.”

“It’s fine. We both know it’s not for me so we don’t have to go.”

“Right. You don’t know my dad, but you’ll meet him soon I’m sure. When he signed over the clubs, that one was included. I don’t want it. I don’t like that shit. Don’t understand the thrill of it, but we have members here who need that outlet. I have been told that my dad didn’t like it until Mom passed and then he slowly became more and more involved until he felt they needed another more private club. It’s legal, and it makes him happy, but it isn’t for me so there is no way I can completely take it over. That’s why I’ve invited Calvin. He can take it over and redesign it where the lines are not so smudged.”

“And what about The Bronze Door?” I asked ready to change the subject.

He smiled at me knowingly and leaned forward kissing me deep while wrapping his hand around mine and pumping his cock with more speed. “Well that depends who you ask I guess. Michelangelo likened the gilded bronze doors of Florence’s Baptistery of San Giovanni to the Gates of Paradise. And in the Bible there was a Nehhoshet sacrificial alter. Nehhoshet can mean copper or bronze. There was also a bronze laver that the Priest used to wash their hands and feet before they entered a Holy place.” He watched me to see what I would say.

“So you painted the door Bronze, because you wanted it to be a place where subs want to go to sacrifice themselves to the ones they worship, in a place that’s viewed as the Gates of Paradise. I can see how others would view it as that, but not you. Why did you choose bronze for the door color?”

“Smart girl.” He grabbed my hips and pivoted as he pulled me against my fists around his cock. The friction made me moan.

“And right.”

“And right. I overheard a conversation my grandfather had a long time ago. I don’t remember much about it, only one part. A pair of bronze doors covered with figures that evoke human emotions such as forbidden love, punishment, and suffering. When I was trying to decide on a color, I remembered what he said and did some research. I found a pair of bronze doors made by Auguste Rodin. They are called The Gates of Hell. They are immensely sexual, and they also honor different types of love. After remembering what my grandfather said, I would have painted the doors bronze anyway but researching the doors and finding the meaning and the feelings they evoked. That’s what I wanted. What I want.”

“The Bronze Door represents a place where one would go not only to find forbidden love, punishment, and suffering, but other types of love as well, be it sexual, friendly, or familial.”

“Right. I want to bring back the friendship, love, and camaraderie the club had at the beginning.”

“How do you manage it from here?”

“I manage it the same way I do the other two. I put my trusted members over the club. Each club has two main Masters over them the nights they are opened.”

“They control the club, although I am hands on when I am at any of them. I plan to introduce you to the other Masters. There are only four Masters at each club. They can all four be there and be in charge when opened, but there have to be at least two. Twelve Masters in all. Some you already know Adam, Alex, Diana, and Colby, who’s been out of town, but he comes back tonight. I’ll take you to The Bronze Door and let you meet the Masters there and have the ones from The Black Door come here to meet you. It is important that you meet and know them. They are the guys I trust my life with. Like Grandpa, these are the guys who had my back when I was sent abroad. They’ll be in your life, since you are in mine. You have family dinners on Sunday, and I have Thursday night poker with the guys. They are my family and I mean that as in they’ll be your new big brothers and sisters. I know knowing that some are more deviant than others might make them seem unapproachable, but it shouldn’t. Both Adam and Holly are members of The Black Door. And so is Diana. Just because people are members doesn’t mean they participate in everything.”

“Abroad? As in overseas? In the military? What branch did you serve?”

“Sweetheart, it was a long time ago and the only thing I value from it is the friends I made through it. Please, don’t ask me. Some things that happen in the dark cannot be safeworded any more than the voids it leaves can be filled.” His voice changed when he told me this, and I could hear the ache. It made me yearn to do exactly what he said couldn’t be done. Fill his void and be his safeword. Since he wasn’t going to let me in, I decided to get back on topic. I swiped my thumb across the head of his cock and brought my thumb to my mouth.

“You need to finish telling me about your training.” I watched his eyes light up as I sucked my thumb.

“Ari,” he moaned. “Enough talk. I want my cock in your mouth.”

“Okay, but will you continue to tell me while I suck your cock? Please, Sir.” I dropped down between his legs and licked the underside of his cock. It was salty and warm. I knew that it was what had dried from our previous activity up against the wall. I was surprised that it didn’t suppress my desire. I swirled my tongue around and licked from his balls up to his mushroomed head again. He leaned his head back, releasing his soft words to the ceiling. I felt powerful thinking he was relishing the feel of my mouth on him as I listened to the story he told.

“Right, my training. I trained with Calvin for nearly a year before I realized he was a sadist. He was exceedingly good at his job and most of his training was done in private rooms. It started off slowly. If I wanted to learn something I had to learn to do it or receive it. That was what the paperwork I signed implied so I went in with an open mind, but I was still surprised by what I considered open-minded and what they considered open.

“Calvin started the training with a blowjob, if I wanted one I had to give one. Of course, I wasn’t told this. I was told I was to perform oral sex. I had my eyes covered and my lips were smeared with cinnamon flavored oil. By the time I realized what I was doing I already had my tongue on this guy’s cock. I knew if I quit I would not get my cock sucked or get to finish my training. Since I already had my tongue on him, I thought why not. I could have quit anytime, but the thought of the reward of receiving one myself made me want to do a good job. When I was finished and the mask removed from my eyes Calvin stood naked in front of me. His blues eyes bright. The cinnamon oil shining on his trimmed red curls. It was my first sexual act with a man and I knew then that I didn’t care if it was a guy or a girl as long as it was pleasurable. My reward was having an older voluptuous woman finish me off with her mouth while Calvin watched. To this day, I don’t know if it was the woman’s skill or Calvin standing over us that made me cum. He stood, pumping his hardening cock until he came, shooting it on my chest. He rubbed it in and told me to leave it until I went home. I didn’t shower until the next day, after I jacked off. When I came, I rubbed it in to smear it where Calvin had the night before. I wore it there, without a shirt until that afternoon, when I realized what I was doing. I called and asked for Calvin to meet with me. I left messages. Nothing. I wanted to know if I was gay. I was so confused. I started watching porn, which made me more confused when I became hard watching both women and men. I started watching the men more to learn how to please them, because I wanted to please Calvin.

“The next time I went in, I was led to a room and told by the attendee to once again cover my eyes. I gave the best blowjob of my life that night. I did everything I could remember from the porn to prolong it and make sure he enjoyed it. When it was done and the mask was removed some man I never seen before in my life stood in front of me.” He laughed and shook his head. “He told me that he would ask for me next time. When he left I had a beautiful woman and a handsome man come in and I was allowed to choose who I want to receive a blowjob from, but that night I never saw Calvin. I learned later he had the room wired and he saw it all, but it was all part of his head games.

“Slowly it went up; if I wanted to fuck a girl I had to be willing to be fucked. It could have been a guy or a girl, depending on how Calvin felt at the time, and I was never to ask questions. Most of the time the room was completely quiet except for the sounds made during the acts. A lot of the times my eyes were covered, and I had on headphones listening to music so everything but the feel and scent was blocked out. Making it where I didn’t know and didn’t care who was pleasuring me. Later, I was taught how to use a paddle and a whip. I learned if I didn’t like doing something, there was no way a sub was going to like receiving it. It taught me to completely give myself over to my Master without any fear. It also showed me that my pleasure was his pleasure because more often than not when I would go to leave he would still be dressed and his hard cock still covered by his jeans. Never speaking or informing me of whom I had shared pleasure with.”

“Of course, later on, when I had to have control of the room I could see who I was topping, but by then I didn’t care. I could walk into the room and immediately be in the zone. When my year was up and I was let out into the real club, not just the training levels, I was able to mingle and learned even more. For instance the more money the more secrets. I found that because of the strictures most of the trainees safeworded out before the first month. The ones who made it through were offered impressive high paying jobs. A friend of a friend and all that. In my year I had sex with a few actresses, a senator, a mayor, a few CEOs, a couple escorts, a racecar driver, and a few musicians. I found out that all of them were once trainees, too. I also still have them on my speed dial. If I need anything, they have my back, and I have theirs. I was one of the few in this small but select group who signed on and enjoyed it.”

“You have them on speed dial, but do you actually ever talk with them?” I asked after I pulled his cock from my mouth.

“Yes, we have house parties a few times a year. You’ll come with me to our next one.”

“With this select group of famous people?”

“Yes.” I saw his lips twitch.

“Okay, we’ll save that discussion for later. Is that what you want for this club?”

“No, I don’t want to do our training quite like that, but I would like to do one similar. Go back to the way it was when my grandfather first opened it. That’s why Calvin is coming in. He, being a sadist himself, could help out in The Black Door where I would rather not. I think that the club should have two levels. The bar area in the front of the club as one level and allow the eighteen-year-olds to enter and mingle, but they’ll not be allowed to the second level unless they are twenty-one and would have to be part of the front club and have training before being allowed. The other two clubs will be by invite for members only from the second level of this club.”

“You asked me earlier if I would let you watch me with Alex. I think I would rather have you join in.”

“I would like that, too,” I whispered.

“But this is a conversation we would have to have with Alex, and I don’t think he is ready yet.”

“Why did you want him to leave? If we are all three going to be in a relationship, shouldn’t he be here?”

“No. He fucked up last time, and I wanted alone time with you, so I know you understand that Alex and I are not a package deal. I would love all three of us to be in a relationship, but I am not in charge of him or what he does. I don’t want to be lumped in with him when he might fuck it up again. I want you to accept me, with or without him.” He pulled me back up into his lap wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I do, Mitch, and my emotions for you are strong, stronger than they should be. I really do think I love you, but we still need to go slow and learn about each other. This is the first adult relationship I’ve been in, and even though it feels rushed, it feels right. I want to know you, Mitch. I want to know about who you are. Why you chose to run a BDSM club. What you do for fun. What your favorite foods are. If you like football or hockey better. Everything.”