ODYSSEUSThe moment she heard about this place, Senka couldn’t quite keep the curiosity off her face. Bringing her here had its risks, he wasn’t entirely sure how she’d actually react, but this wasn’t his first time being here. He knew the rules. They didn’t have to play, and there was a collar - which he claimed was a necklace, not that she believed him - around her throat, marking her as unavailable. No one would approach her. No one that wanted to keep their membership and life. Keeping it a surprise was no small feat. When Senka wanted something, she got it and she had no qualms about playing dirty to get her way. All the way to the restaurant, she’d had her head in his lap, her lips wrapped around his cock. It was maddening.

The house they pulled up to was immaculately kept. And it was huge. Strategically lit and not a detail of landscaping overlooked, it screamed money. Along the driveway sat expensive cars of all sorts, parked by a valet that waited for them up ahead. “Ready?” Putting the car in park, he left the keys in the ignition, looking at Senka with a wicked smile. The valets opened their doors but Odysseus still walked to her side of the car, taking her hand as she stepped out.

With a hand on the small of her back, he led her up the front steps. Dressed in a backless sheath dress, his fingertips pressed against her warm skin, drawing slow circles. A dark shade of emerald green that made her eyes pop, he had chosen it for that reason. Well, and maybe because it was easy to slide off. He wore a dark suit, all black aside from the emerald cufflinks.

Security would check them both before ushering them inside, only after also verifying ID’s. Inside, the air was cool and the lighting was dimmer than what you’d expect to find in a house. But the house was also set up differently, the inside completely rebuilt for this purpose. A smaller foyer welcomed them but a few steps inside would reveal exactly where they were. To their immediate right was a bar, a little liquid courage for newcomers but the two drink max ensured no one got sloppy and that no one crossed lines of consent. To their left, it was a mostly open concept but was furnished and decorated just so, so that everyone could participate in their own section. Ahead of them was a hall and the stairs. Down the hall were a series of doors, each with its only label on the door, each serving a different purpose. Upstairs was set up largely the same.

People walked around in various states of undress. Some even crawled on their hands and knees. Soft moans filled the space, accompanied by a pleasant melody that played in the background. Stepping behind her, Odysseus placed his hand on her hip, while his other wrapped around the front of her throat, securing her back against his front. He pressed a chaste kiss to the soft spot just under her jaw, letting her soak it all in.

SenkaSenka may be prim and proper in the eyes of high society, but she always gets her way—especially when it comes to Odysseus. There are few times that she can truly get the upper hand, but she's learned that he grows rather agreeable when his dick is down her throat, which is a win-win really, considering how much enjoyment she gets out of it. She may have spent the entire drive licking him so torturously slowly that he never had a chance to tip over the edge, but it had also made her uncomfortably wet between her legs, and she wound up spending all of dinner pressing her thighs together and caring very little about the food.

Odysseus had seemed smugly amused about her subtle discomfort, and by the time they pull up in front of what can only be described as a mansion, she's nearly vibrating with excitement. She meets his salacious smile with a grin and a nod, melting into his side the second his warm palm meets her bare lower back. Goosebumps spread across her flesh from the point where his fingers are drawing slow, steady circles.

They're stopped only momentarily at the door, personal items checked, and then he's guiding her over the threshold and into a veritable den of sin. Senka's feet naturally draw to a halt as her wide eyes try to figure out where to look, and Odysseus is anticipating it, because he sidles up behind her, pulling her flush against him without uttering a word. His hand sprawls casually—no, possessively—over her throat, his fingertips grazing her jaw; her head falls back against his chest, and she lays her palm over his hand on her hip, threading her fingers through his.

Odysseus is endlessly patient, silently letting her take in everything that can be seen from here—and there's more than she could have ever imagined. She's learned how to play with Odysseus in ways she'd never explored before, but this goes far beyond the things they've done, and Senka is growing more curious by the second. Her heartbeat is thrumming rapidly beneath his palm, like a hummingbird's wings. She finally manages to drag her fascinated gaze away from the woman sandwiched between two men in the lounge who had caught her attention, turning her head to the side and raising her free hand to curl her fingers around the back of his head, tugging him down until her lips meet his in a slow, sultry kiss.

"Show me," she breathes against his lips, flicking her eyes up to find his hypnotic amethyst gaze. She trusts him to guide her into this dark, sensual world, and she's curious to see what calls to his demon in here. Senka doesn't doubt she's going to be a sobbing, incoherent mess by the end of the night—but she wants to see Odysseus unravel too.

ODYSSEUSHer reaction is everything he could have ever dreamed. Senka’s wide eyes soak everything in, zeroing in on one woman in particular. She was caught between two men, both lavishing her with attention as she writhed in pleasure. Tonight, he has zero intentions of sharing her. But he watches along with her, until he lifts one finger from her throat to guide her chin to another woman sandwiched between two men, but this one had her face in her partner's lap, his cock down her throat. He feeds her into her wildest desires, ready and eager to watch her mascara bleed down her cheeks. It would happen tonight, he’d make sure of it.

When her hand curls into his dark locks, he obliges as she tugs him down. His tongue licks the seam of her mouth, immediately demanding entry as he deepens her kiss. His fingers give her throat a light squeeze and he feels the race of her pulse, a rapid thrum of excitement. Show me. He smiles against her lips. Looking up at him through her lashes, he knows the trust she places in him and he treasures it. He’ll ease her into a world he knows well, a world that caters to your wildest fantasies. He’d guide her forward, releasing her throat to take her hand in his. Walking into the room, Odysseus finds an unoccupied chair, one that is deeply set and faces the right direction so that she can watch either woman. Sitting back, his legs spread, inviting her to sit on his lap, pulling her so that her back rests against his chest. Deft fingers brush her hair over her furthest shoulder, out of his way, giving his access to her neck, though he doesn’t immediately plant a kiss. He doesn’t hesitate to sit her exactly as he wants her, everything done for a purpose that he would slowly unveil for her.

One hand curls around her waist, partially across her belly to hold her against him - his touch hot and heavy. Senka wasn’t escaping him tonight, not that he anticipated her trying. She’d squirmed all of dinner, rubbing her thighs together in vain. He knew what she needed, what she wanted. But for now he denied her, simply letting her watch, while he kept his attention on her, acutely aware of every move she made against him. Odysseus knew her body better than she did - he knew everything she craved, if it made her sigh blissfully or scream his name, he knew how to make her do it. Even the things she didn’t like. “What’s your safe word?” He prompted the word from her, wanting to know that she remembered. Senka was in for an obscenely new experience tonight and he wanted to be sure she loved every moment of it.

SenkaOrdinarily, Senka makes a habit of not staring at people, but the entire purpose of a club like this is to watch or be watched, so she doesn't avert her eyes from the lewd acts on display as Odysseus tugs her into the room. The low thump of bass music fills the space in sound between moans of pleasure, screams of questionable origin, and...somewhere that she can faintly hear but not see, the distinct sound of something slapping flesh. A shiver zips up her spine, and Senka's eyes return to Odysseus as he settles into a chair, lounging like a king. She's already so riled up that it takes physical restraint not to drop to her knees right then and pull out his cock to finish what she started earlier.

Instead, she pivots and lets him pull her back into his lap, the heat of his chest melting into her bare back. He gathers her hair over her far shoulder, and Senka's head tilts slightly in response, exposing the slender column of her neck to him—but while his breaths raise the fine hairs along her skin, his lips don't touch her. His palm splays low over her belly, holding her close and tormenting her with the knowledge that his fingertips are mere inches away from where she wants them. He's teasing her, and they both know it.

The longer she watches the other couples—throuples?—wring pleasure out of each other, the more she wants to squirm against Odysseus. Between the earlier car ride and her spiking arousal now, there's already a mess between her thighs, just waiting for him to find the evidence and use it against her. Her lacy thong does absolutely nothing to contain it, and if not for the barrier of her dress, she would probably be staining the front of his pants.

His low question in her ear makes her shiver; it's a reminder of the control he has over her here, and that he's going to use it to his advantage as much as humanly possible. Senka, ever the masochist, only gets wetter at the thought. "Pomegranate," she answers breathily, her hooded eyes watching a mixture of spit and cum dribble down the chin of the woman with a dick halfway down her throat, tears streaking freely down her cheeks. Finally losing her battle of wills to stay as still as possible, Senka squirms, grinding her ass impatiently against his pelvis as a needy little whimper catches in her throat. If he doesn't touch her soon, she thinks she's going to self combust.

ODYSSEUSPomegranate. She repeats her safe word and he trails a series of kisses up her neck. Settling against his chest, Senka watches and Odysseus waits. Waits for her to squirm. Waits for her to grow impatient with his lack of touch. And she does. Her hips wiggle against his lap, teasing his cock to attention with every brush of her ass. When she whimpers with need, he smiles a devilish grin and amethyst eyes glitter with a dark delight. Both hands skim down her front until he finds the apex of her thighs and spreads her legs. One at a time, he grips the backs of her thighs as he places each of her heels on the arm rests so that her legs are pulled back and spread wide. Slowly, one inch at a time, he hikes her dress up, letting the material tease her skin as he reveals more and more of her until he has her dress bunched around her waist. Anyone that walked by would get an eyeful of Senka. Fingers trail up her thighs, teasing her, though he knows she’s already wet. She’s always wet. Still, a hum of approval rumbles in his chest when he grazes just the tips of his fingers across her thong. The scrap of material soaked, her arousal glittering on his fingers when he pulls his hand away.

“Always so wet for me.” He growls in her ear, his teeth grazing the skin on her exposed neck. He drinks in her perfume, sucking it greedily into his lunges like his next breath depends on it. With deliberate slowness, Odysseus licks her arousal off each of his fingers, a low groan vibrating in his chest. Reaching back down between her legs, he swipes his index finger up her wet slit, through her panties, applying just a bit of pressure over her clit. He doesn’t stop there though, he knows how to play with her body expertly, drawing her right to the edge and then leaving her hanging there. Until he says otherwise. His slick finger presses against her lips, demanding entry to her mouth. Senka would taste herself more than once tonight.

But Odysseus is a relentless tease. Her refusal would be a surprise but just in case she needed a little encouragement, his free hand tugs her thong to the side so his fingers can deftly swirl around her clit again. Tonight is all about Senka. It’s his intention to wring every drop of pleasure from her body until she can physically take no more. But he always takes more. And she always gives it to him. “Don’t take your eyes off her.” His instructions are clear. Briefly, his own stare flicks to the women Senka has had her eye on since they arrived. One has cum and drool dribbling down her chin as she greedily sucks her partner's cock. With a knowing smirk, Odysseus forces his finger deeper into her mouth, sliding across her warm and wet tongue until he teases the back of the throat. It’s only just the beginning and he has now doubts that Senka won’t disappoint tonight. Just as she has from day one, she meets him step for step, she doesn’t back down from something new. Senka dives in head first. Especially when he’s at her back.