Short Stories And Teasers

Naamloos deel 20

How layla had let herself get talked into this, she didn't know, but she and her friend stood before the entrance of a wellknown kinky sex club, hidden away on the far end of town. What layla didn't know, was that max would leave her by herself once inside. But then again, what maxime didn't know, was that she'd been in one of these clubs before.

The entrance hall was crowded with people, some dressed in barely anything at all, some wearing complete harnasses. Not that layla was into that kind of thing, but it always intruiged her to see people wearing them. Dressed in a slightly unbuttoned blouse and skin tight black jeans, layla drew a lot of attention to herself.

"hey, darling, wanna go into a room together?"
"hey pretty lady!"
And many whistle sounds as she shook her head, her brunette curls waving around her face. Layla just smiled and made her way to the bar, deep inside already getting annoyed by all these people calling her.

One guy however, caught her attention. He was blonde, around her height (maybe a bit taller?) and dressed in jeans and the same blouse she wore, but in black. The guy wasn't exactly very buff, but seemed to have some amount of muscle. Just layla's type. She sat down about 2 chairs away from him and asked the bartender for a drink, which the man happily gave her.

Drinking it, she tapped her ring against the glass, getting the attention of the man. He shot one glance over at her, picked up his drink, and changed seats to sit next to her.
"hey." it was alm he said, but it was enough. Calmly layla looked him up and down, and smirked. "hey yourself. Are you here with someone, mr handsome?" the man shook his head. "the name's Elliot. I was hoping to have some fun with someone I'd meet here instead."

Her smile changed from innocent to seductive, which should've been his forst hint. Clearly, it wasn't. Layla however, found it quite funny to go along in his game and wait for him to see." and is that someone you cam be boss over, or do you prefer to be the one in bounds, Elliot?"

His eyes twinkled ever so slightly, or so layla thought to see. "I'd say either one is fine. Both can be fun, after all." a crooked grin showed iff his perfectly white teeth, making him the embodiment of handsome. Layla liked them handsome, especially if they were writhing underneath her.

"sounds.. Nice..." she answered in a whispering, quite suggestive tone.

Elliot downed his glass in one go and took her hand, tugging it slightly. "let's go then, miss beautiful." layla simply stood up and walked after him, her heels tapping in an even rythem as they walked towards the private rooms.

"so, do you mind an audience or do you prefer we play in private?" "I'd say an audience is fun, actually." elliot nodded and opened the door on the left, letting them both into a room with a wall with chains and a bed against the wall on one side, and a one way mirror on the other.

Though it seemed like a mirror to them, layla knew it was a oneway, for she had been on the other side before. She got excited just by the thought of last time, when she was sitting on the opposite end of that exact mirror, looking at the couple doing their things on this bed. She recalled the sheets being black, whereas they were now a bloodred. It looked like the 50 shades of grey red room, in her opinion.

She felt his hands around her waist, which made her turn around and look at the staple piece of the room. The wall opposite of her, across from the door, was absolutely filled with toys, whips, ropes, anything you could imagine or want. A few things she had seen in use in real time, or even used before, others she had only read about in her favorite spicy novels. Either way, they intruiged her.

His hands, on the other way, creeped down to her butt, distracting layla. In turn, she grasped his collar and kissed him passionately, then pushed herself against his body to move him to the bed. Surprised, elliot broke off the kiss.

"wait-"
Layla smirked at him as she let go of his shirt and moved her hands. One found its place on the back side of Elliot's hip, the other lacing into his hair where she firmly grasped him.
"oh dear, you didn't think you were in charge today, did you?"

Pushing her hips against his, driving him further and further backwards, she kept her face equal to his, and awfully close as she spoke.
"it's my play, puppet. You're nothing but my toy in this room."
His back hit the wall, layla's hand keeping the lower part slightly elevated.

Shivers went down his spine as she said one last thing.
"i will say this once, and once only, ok? Last chance to call quits."

Elliot looked her straight in the eyes. Those who had looked like such a beautiful cool brown now had a redish hue, and they glistened mischievously. He swallowed audibly, then nodded his head. "im staying, ma'am."
"so obedient. From now on that name is the only one you'll speak to me until we leave this room. Understood?"

"yes ma'am."

"take off your clothes and lay them in that corner, folded." she nodded her head in the direction of the door.
"I want to see absolutely nothing on you besides what i give you." layla gave a firm tug on his hair before letting go and turning around, facing the wall of toys. many of them she had seen used before, but very little of them had she held in her hands. she could almost feel the excitement zap towards her fingers as they ran along the wall filled with the things from her wildest dreams. a short whip drew her attention. the strips of leather were tied off with small knots, the handle made of smooth red plastic. a smirk creeped onto her face as Layla turned around to see elliot put down the stack of neatly folded clothes.