“I know,” I say, flipping my hair over my shoulder as a joke.
“Seriously,” he says, gazing into my eyes. “I feel really lucky, and honored, to be here—or anywhere—with you.”
His sincerity floors me, and I’m not quite sure how to respond. “I think I need another drink,” I say faintly. “Would you mind grabbing us another round before you meet me in the room?”
“Whatever you want,” Maddox grins, turning to head back to the bar.
I turn to the rows of whips on the wall. I take the feathery pink one that caught my eye last time. It’s not so much a whip as, like, a feather duster. It doesn’t look like it hurts at all; in fact, it’s pretty cute. I take that and, thinking of how much Maddox liked seeing that woman tied to the wheel, I grab some satin ties off a wall full of ropes and cables. The ties are soft and silky, and pink to match the feather whip. They are the least scary looking of all the items, and I’m genuinely excited to try them.
A man sidles up to me as I’m swishing and flicking the pink feathers, seeing how it feels. He tries to catch my eye, so I smile nervously and exit the room quickly.
I dart back into the hallway with my loot and race toward the door to the little private room with the lips on it, not making eye contact with anyone as I go. I make a mental note not to separate from Maddox again. I don’t want any of the men here thinking I’m alone and looking to hook up with anybody. Anybody besides Maddox, that is.
Thankfully, the little room is unoccupied, and the light is on. I’m pleasantly surprised to notice how clean it is in here. I remember Anna did say something about how the club works hard to ensure all the rooms are thoroughly cleaned and the equipment is either washed or replaced after every use, which is super important.
I go into the room, turn off the lights, and wait. I know it’ll be a while before Maddox gets here because he has to wait for the drinks and go back to the room with the whips to pick something out to play with. I wonder what he’ll choose and shiver with anticipation.
For a moment I panic, thinking that someone else might wander in here, and I flip the lights back on. But then I relax, knowing that Maddox would have thought of that too, and that he’ll make it clear it’s him when he comes. Plus, as busy as the club is tonight, this room doesn’t seem to be very popular. I guess more people want to play in public, or at least watch, than use any of the private rooms.
I decide to get ready for when Maddox arrives. He said I’m full of surprises. Well, I’ve got one more for him.
Underneath my dress and stockings, I’m wearing a sheer pink lingerie set. I bought it a few years ago on a whim after watching something on TV about how every woman needs to own at least one nice bra and panty set. I splurged on a sexy, feminine bra that reveals more than it conceals and offers virtually no support, and a matching little see-through thong that might as well be a piece of dental floss in the back. I’ve never worn it outside of the store where I got it. It’s wildly impractical and slightly uncomfortable, but it fits beautifully and I feel incredibly sexy in it.
I remove all my clothes except for the lingerie, deciding at the last minute to keep my heels on. I run my hands down my body, feeling beautiful and confident. I’m not a very vain person, but tonight, I know I look good.
I turn the lights off again and wait, sipping the last drops of my drink.
The door opens a crack, and a figure slips in.
I realize quickly, when a pair of breasts presses up against me, that it’s not Maddox.
I quickly flip the lights on to reveal a buxom blonde. “I’m kind of waiting for somebody,” I say apologetically. The blonde looks at me in surprise, taking in my outfit, or rather, my lack of outfit.
“Oh sorry!” she laughs. Then, looking me up and down, she says coquettishly, “You wouldn’t want any company, would you?”
“Not this time, thanks,” I say, grinning at her.
“Okay, well, get it, girl!” she says encouragingly, shimmying out of the room.
I take a deep breath and close the door behind her, shutting the lights off again. Hurry up, Maddox, I think.
Finally, I hear a soft knock on the door.
“Madison?” Maddox whispers.
I open the door a crack, not letting too much light in. “Come in,” I say, in what I hope is a seductive voice. “And make sure you lock the door behind you.”
There is a tiny table in the corner of the room, which is where I’ve laid out the items I chose. The only other furniture in the room is a small chair next to the table. Maddox feels around in the dark and I hear him set down two glasses, presumably our drinks, and then something heavier. I wonder what it is.
I reach for the feather duster, my eyes more adjusted to the dark than Maddox’s. “I’ve been waiting for you,” I tease, tickling his nose with the feathers.
“What is that?” Maddox laughs. “Oh, a tickler?”
“Is that what it’s called?” I ask.
“I think so. I’ve never used one before,” Maddox says. Good. I want to be his first, in as many ways as I can.
Maddox and I each take a quick gulp of our drinks, then he reaches for me. He feels my bare skin and for the first time notices I’m no longer in my dress.
“Whoa,” he says, grazing his hands along my waist and hips. “Are you naked?”
“Why don’t you find out?” I whisper, leading his hands to my breasts so he can feel the delicate material there.
“Oh my God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes, moving his hands down to my ass and feeling the tiny scrap of fabric there.
We make out in the dark for a while, and I can’t believe how different this is than last time. Maddox and I are here together, intentionally, not as strangers who met each other in a dark room.
“Don’t you want to see what I brought?” I taunt him.
“Yeah… Should we turn on the lights?” Maddox asks, feeling around for the switch. “Oh, wait, there’s a dimmer switch.”
How did I not notice that before? Maddox turns the knob, making the lights just bright enough to be able to see clearly, but low enough that everything looks soft and sexy.
“Wow,” breathes Maddox, taking in the sight of me in my lingerie. As exposed as I am, the mixture of the alcohol, the sexy outfit, and this environment has emboldened me, making me feel completely comfortable and confident. I twirl so he can get the full effect, and he emits a low whistle of appreciation.
“Very nice,” grins Maddox, looking at the ties on the table and taking another drink. I do the same, looking at what he brought: a big, scary dildo.
“What…what are you going to do with that?” I ask, unable to stop the fear from creeping into my voice. Actually, as far as dildos go, it’s not that scary; it just looks really big. It’s plain and white and simple, not like some of the toys that look like real penises, complete with veins and everything, that I noticed in the other room.
“Don’t worry, you’ll like it,” promises Maddox.
“It looks…really big,” I say dubiously. “There’s no way…”
“It doesn’t go in you,” laughs Maddox. “It’s a vibrator. A ‘wand,’ I think they call it.”