Destroy me

Chapter 23 - Marco - After Dinner

I was on my knees in front of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen and she was there convulsing around my fingers - I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.

"Amelia, as much as I want to fuck you bent over this table," and I really did, "I have another idea." I said standing up and she gave a plea in her face begging me not to stop - if I'd been a weaker man I would've gave in but I had a better plan.

"What do you have in mind?" she raised an eyebrow as she stood to face me. "Well," I started, "I thought we could head to the hotel? There's a club at the hotel we can have a drink at first?"

She grinned leaning up to kiss me, her sinful lips pressed to mine and I knew she could feel my rock hard cock against her stomach. 

I grabbed her hand and lead her out of the restaurant and we slid into my car. We drove for another twenty minutes through the city before we parked in the hotel's private garage. 

She unbuckled her seat belt and I put my hand on her leg, "In the club I want you to wear a mask - everyone will be. It's private and anyone who goes is a member and all members have signed NDA's meaning they can't say who they've seen there. Now, you'll be my guest as I own the club, but whoever you see you can't tell anyone, OK?"

She needed to understand how serious I was being and I started at her intently.

"Are we going to a sex club Marco?" she fidgeted in her seat. "It's a private, expensive club, people do have sex there - among other things - but I think it could be fun for us. Only if you want to?"

She nodded and I slid out of the car making my way over to the passenger side of the car to help her out. 

I walked her through to a private entrance to the building, and stopped at a small office before we got to the club.

Retrieving two brand new masks I made my way back to her beautiful 5"2 frame and handed her one, "Are you sure?"

She flashed me a wicked smile, "Are you, Marco?"

I leaned down and kissed her roughly, hard and with need.

Tying my mask around my head I watched her struggle with her beautiful curls and insisted I help. She was nervous, I could tell. 

I grasped her hand tightly and lead her through a dark corridor - truthfully I hadn't been there in such a while myself and I was nervous to introduce her to this world.

The golden door opened for us and sultry music filled our ears. Through thin clouded veils men and women could be seen partaking in various activities, some where having different sexual encounters, others were talking, drinking, smoking, taking cocaine.

I looked down at Niamh and she was taking in the sights around her, as we moved through the dark clouded room and we encountered more explicit scenes her hand would firm or squeeze in mine. 

I leaned down and placed my head next to hers, "It's ok, relax. Like in the pool house, I wouldn't take you further than you could go."

Just mentioning the risque pool house moment turned her cheeks pink and warm and her hand squeezed mine once more. She was becoming effected by the memory of it - as I was. 

I tugged her arm towards the back of the room where the booths were covered with thick dark, opaque curtains - she wasn't ready to be so exposed, and neither was I.

When I closed the curtains behind us she seemed to physically relax and looked at me with such heat. She may have had a mask on, but her eyes would never escape my gaze.

"Do you want to stay?" I asked carefully and casually.

She nodded equally as careful and I held my arms out to her, "Come here."