Passion in Restraints (2 page)

He straightened his head. “You have children?”

“Grown and on their own.”

“Ah, I see.”

She moved her arms behind her and gripped her wrist. “How old are you?”

A wide smile appeared. “I’m twenty-nine. I’m guessing you’re late thirties.”

“I’m forty-four.”

His eyebrows rose. “Really? I would never have guessed.”

“Does my age bother you?”

He stared into her eyes. “No. In fact, I appreciate older women. They obey and their orgasms are more intense.”

Gwen couldn’t believe her ears. His words gave her a mini-spasm between her legs. Lust burned in her veins. She wanted to climb upon this hard young stud and ride him.

“Do you always pick up older women in the Red Light District?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Well, I do meet a lot of women, but I assure you, I’m clean, healthy and respectable. If a woman doesn’t want me to touch, I won’t touch. Everyone has limits and I respect them. But if a woman wants to play…” He grinned slyly. “I play well.”

He intrigued her, especially since she was in need of a sex fix. But could she believe he was telling her the truth?

“How do I know you’re clean and healthy? You could be saying that to lure me to your bed.” Gwen had never questioned the lovers she’d met thus far on her European vacation, but since Mark had made the statement, she wanted to know more.

“It’s a bit of a job requirement. I actually get tested every six months.”

Gwen scrunched her eyebrows. “A job requirement?”

He dug into his back pocket and withdrew his wallet. “I work in a club.” From his billfold, he tugged a card out and handed it to her.

Gwen took the small paper from him and read it. Underneath the name of the club were the words
A club to fulfil your fantasies
. Mark’s name appeared in the corner and under it was a question.
What’s your desire?

Gwen’s jaw lowered and her heart pounded. “You work at a…?”

“Yes. Customers are allowed to call and request proof I’m medically fit,” he said as he stuffed his wallet into his back pocket.

“Are you a Dom?”

“I’m a Switch. I can be whatever the customer prefers.”

“Wow. This is… Wow.” She used the small card to fan herself. What were the odds she’d bump into a man who worked at a fetish club in the Red Light District? A fucking hot dude who had a woody for her. She wanted to jump his bones even more now.

“Would you be interested in coming to visit me tonight at the club?” he asked.

She squeezed her thighs together. God, her panties felt soaked. Every bit of her wanted to go to him tonight. But at a BDSM club? She wasn’t into pain.

“I don’t know. I’m not really into…” She turned to the display wall with the whips, floggers, clamps, and restraints. Could she handle playing with such items?

“But you’re curious.”

She jerked her attention back to him. “Well, sure. But the idea of pain—”

He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Trust me, I wouldn’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

“Trust you—a man I don’t know and who works in a sex club.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Is there anyone better, or any place more suitable than in the district?”

The hottie had a valid point.

He grazed his hand down her arm, giving her a slight chill. Tingles spread through her limbs. “You’re a smart and sexy woman who is curious. You’re my wet dream and I’d love to please you. Give me the chance and I’ll make it well worth your while.”

Gwen glanced at his groin. The large bump would please her well. She was certain he could make her climax multiple times.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

His lips twitched. “Think about my dick or coming to the club to see me?”

“Both.” She grinned.

He stared at her while his smile grew. In a swift move, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to his body. Her breasts smashed against his solid chest while his member touched her belly. He placed his hand on her face and brushed his thumb over her lips.

“Let me pleasure your body and give you incredible orgasms,” he said.

“I have little doubt you can do that.” So much desire pulsed within her body she was ready to relinquish all her control. She considered a quickie in an alley with him.

He pressed his lips to hers and held them there for a few seconds. Heat from his nose tickled her. She almost melted in his embrace. Then he pecked her cheek.

“You know where to find me,” he said as he let go of her.

Smiling, he gave her a once-over, then walked away.

Gwen stood numbly, holding his card in one hand and her purse in the other. Her body yearned for a man to please her, and she’d found one—a nice, big and oh so hard stud. Yet, she had let him go. What the fuck was wrong with her?

She looked at the small paper and spotted his telephone number. Maybe after she had calmed her rampant hormones she’d send him a message and find out if he could set some time aside for her tonight.

She lifted her head and saw the vibrators on the wall. Oh hell no—a battery operated boyfriend wouldn’t suffice.

She dug her cell from her purse as she strode towards the exit. She’d make sure Mark set a time for playing with her tonight.

Chapter Two

With her head tilted while she typed her message to Mark, she headed for the café at the end of the block. She chided herself for letting him go so fast. One minute his shaft was pressing against her belly and the next he was walking out of the door. It was not what she had expected. Definitely not what she wanted.

Mark, what time should I arrive at the club to meet you? This is Gwen.

She stopped near the tables outside the café. Her finger hovered over the send button. Did she sound desperate? Was it too soon to contact him? The voice in her head answered yes to both questions, but she tapped her finger on the icon anyway. She had two nights left in Amsterdam. Why not make the most of her time? Why not play with a hot man at a fetish club?

She lowered her cell and wedged between round tables to find a vacant one. Customers crowded the outside area as they sat, drinking their espressos and chatting. In the centre of coffeeville, she found an unoccupied spot. She scooted the iron chair away from the table before she sat. As she placed her purse on the counter, her phone vibrated.

Gwen couldn’t stop the smile from emerging when she recognised Mark’s number.

If you arrive at ten, I can give you a tour. Perhaps you’ll see something of interest to you.

Gwen typed her response.

I will meet you at ten. But you should know I already saw something that interested me.

She bit her bottom lip as she tapped the send icon.

Holding her cell, she leant back against the chair and glanced around. A continuous stream of people entered a restaurant not even a block way. Gwen inhaled and smelt the aroma of coffee along with a bakery scent. A boat hummed and a man on a scooter whizzed by. Bicycle riders chained their modes of transportation to posts. Although it was only close to noon, the Red Light District was busy with activity.

The buzz of her cell stole her attention.

I’m glad you liked what you saw. I assure you, it’s eager to get closer to you. As am I.

Gwen prepared her reply.

I’m glad you are eager to get closer. I assure you, I am ready.

She set her phone on the table and crossed her legs. As she rocked her foot, she considered whether she was making the right choice to go to the club. The opportunity was perfect and she might never get another one, but she questioned if she could handle what people did in the clubs. She’d never seen someone tied up and whipped, never witnessed a woman gagged and with welts on her body and certainly never watched another couple fucking in front of her very eyes. Could she survive seeing such things without puking? Would she look at sex differently and feel disgusted? Maybe she could talk him into meeting elsewhere. Perhaps they could find a private place and have a quickie now.

Her phone notified her of a new message. She lifted the device and read it.

Are you certain you’re ready? Is your pussy wet? Can you handle my large cock?

Her pulse quickened, excited by his questions. She sent a message back to Mark.

My panties are drenched. And yes, I’m confident I can handle your big dick with no trouble. I’m a horny woman in need of a sex fix. Can you help me solve this dilemma?

Gwen left her cell on the table and reached behind her. She grabbed her long wavy locks and lifted them off her shoulders to enjoy the breeze. Her elevated temperature hadn’t decreased much since the sex toy shop.

A new text arrived. Gwen dropped her hair and picked up the phone.

I love your confidence and I can resolve your problem. I will first bring you intense pleasure with my tongue. I want to taste you and feel you come again and again. Woman, you are so beautiful with your arms above your head.

Gwen’s heart jumped and she quickly scanned the area. How did he know she had been holding her hair up? She glanced at the occupants sitting at each table. When she didn’t find Mark, she looked near the canal. Not a single person looked like the man she’d met in the sex toy shop.

Her phone vibrated and she shifted her attention.

Looking for something? I have it in my pants.

She typed a response.

Where are you? Come out and play. Bring your stiff member.

After she sent the text, she lifted her gaze and continued searching for him. He’d seen her lift her arms and her response to his message, so he had to be nearby. But where?

The soft shake of her cell halted her hunt for him.

I am close but not as close as I’d like to be. I want to touch you and kiss those lips again. But what I really want to do is lick every inch of your body. As you can imagine, my erection is eager to come out and play, but I’m making him wait until tonight. I want you in my control. I want to make you come hard and frequently. I want to feel your orgasms and enjoy them as much as you will. And you will.

A mini-spasm caused her to clench her thighs together. Her cheeks and entire body warmed. The man was fucking erotic.

Before she could think of a reply, she received another message from Mark.

My card has a question on it. Care to answer it for me?

Gwen fished the small paper from her purse and read it again. She spotted the question under his name.
What’s your desire?

As she slipped the card back inside her handbag, she pondered an answer for him. What kind of kinky sex did she want to try? Did she want to experiment with toys? Did she want to be blindfolded or tied to a bed? She tapped her finger on the edge of her phone. Every idea she came up with sounded too weak for a man who worked in a BDSM club. She wanted to try different things, but she wasn’t sure she could handle some of the hard-core kink. Could she let a man whip her? Could she stomach wearing a gag or having wax dripped on her sensitive parts? What about needles or tight restraints?

Sighing, she turned away from her cell. She was quite inexperienced in the various ways of carnal pleasure. She hadn’t had much sex over the years. When she’d started her vacation, her dry spell had ended. Fucking each man she’d met had been great and passionate. She’d enjoyed every minute and every orgasm. But it had been vanilla sex. She’d never done anything with toys or cuffs, never strayed outside of a few spanks. So she had no idea what kind of playful acts, touches, or teases would arouse her. And at her age, her lack of familiarity made her feel a bit embarrassed. Bottom line, she didn’t know how to answer his question. She finally gave up thinking about the matter and typed her reply.

As I mentioned before, I don’t like pain. I’m open to ideas you might have.

It was a lame response. She shook her head, disliking that she’d sent it. But she really didn’t know what to say. God, she hoped she wasn’t spoiling the heated mood.

Her phone shook gently in her hand.

I have many ideas, especially after watching you hold your arms up. Sadly, you are not here long enough for me to share all my desires with you. I’d like to tie you up and have my wanton way with you, but this is your visit. You should take advantage of your freedom and enjoy every bit of pleasure a man can give. Tell me what you want, Gwen.

The answer immediately surfaced, as if her body hadn’t given her enough clues. She wanted him. Her desire included him touching, kissing, and pumping his thick member into her. She longed to have him fill her and give her intense orgasms. Was he willing to give her everything she hungered for? His message seemed to indicate he would.

She prepared a text for him.

I desire your hands and lips on my body. Make me come with your tongue, then fuck me hard. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling every bit of my pussy. Bring me many orgasms and I will be a very happy woman.

Gwen took a deep breath as she waited for his reply. He’d said he was eager to please her and she hankered for just that. But would he mind vanilla sex?

Her cell pulsated.

I will submit to your desire. You will take control and I will obey. I must have you. I must feel you. I will give you all that you seek.

Gwen reread the text. Key words stood out—submit, take control, and obey. Was she the Dom? She scrolled up on her screen and skimmed her prior message. It did seem a bit commanding. She’d never thought of herself as an authority figure handing out orders, especially in the bedroom. But hell’s bells, why not? Why not take life by the balls and make them work for her?

Grinning, she moved her fingers over the letters on her phone, then hit send.

I’m quite anxious to get what I want. Are you sure you’re
up
to the task?

His response arrived quickly.

I’m
up
and hard for you now. I long to please you and feel you come. You are such a beautiful woman. Would you mind doing a favour for me? I promise, it’s an easy one.

She pressed her lips together as she replied.