She led Eric to the biggest room she had toured. "Keep the blindfold on for now," she said.
Eric shook his head. "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore," he quipped. "May I sit down, at least?"
Donna led him to a chair and helped him settle into it. "I'll only take a minute to change, babe."
When she removed his blindfold, however, she was no longer Donna, the beautiful bride in lace and flowers. He gasped and grinned. "This is the club?" he asked.
"The club."
The room was twice the size of their red room at home. A contraption Eric had never seen before hung from the ceiling. There was a bed similar to their own. Metal rings protruded from the walls at various heights, and strange equipment of all imaginable shapes was scattered around. There were no candles, but red light bulbs gave the room an unmistakable sensuality.
Donna was a vision in black, from the hood of her cape to her thigh-high leather boots. She wore a buckled corset with a halter closure over a short full skirt. The halter's cupless design gave the illusion of bigger breasts than she actually had, but when Eric leaned forward instinctively to kiss them, she stepped back. "Not so fast." She tilted her head toward the far wall, where a big X could be seen in the low light.
Eric wondered how he'd missed it before, or perhaps he had subconsciously dismissed it, assuming it was decorative. "That's a St. Andrew's Cross, isn't it?" Hardly seems the place, he thought.
"Just think of it as the X in 'sex' for our purposes. Now strip."
Eric shook his head in delighted amazement at his new bride's preparations. "How did you—"
Donna stepped so close to him that he could smell her breath. "This is not the time for pleasantries, sub. Unless you'd like to switch roles. As the Dom, you can do anything you want, including chitchat." Yes, yes, this would be a great time to switch! Donna's heart began to race at the thought. And on our wedding night, the perfect time and place.
But Eric threw up his hands in surrender and began taking off his clothes. Silently and carefully, he stripped, feeling more vulnerable than usual in the larger room. Their red room was close quarters, but this—it crossed his mind that he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. Donna had never let their times together get stale or predictable, but space constraints alone had been limiting. That would not, he understood, be the case tonight.
Donna had never used the club equipment, although she had often thought of how lovely it would be for them to experience it together. In her fantasies, Eric took charge. Perhaps in time, but their wedding night was too precious to spoil with requests he was apparently not ready for.
For the next hour, Donna took her cues from her new husband, giving him exactly what he wanted, the way he wanted it, experimenting with first one apparatus or toy and then another. Her excitement grew as his did until she couldn't delay their gratification any longer. "There's another room I want to show you," she said. "Take me there?"
Eric picked her up in his strong arms. "You're the boss." His face was filled with so much love, Donna's heart swelled. One day he would understand her better, she hoped, but for now, this was her wedding night and she planned to enjoy herself.
She had already prepared the room. Decorated in purple and black, a circular water bed was the only furniture. Eric let her down gently, and she removed the cape. Everything else stayed on. At the questioning look Eric gave her, Donna smiled seductively and lay on her back, spreading her legs as she lifted the skirt. She was nude beneath it. In a moment, he was on top of her, inside of her, the waves of the bed providing an entirely new but very pleasant sensation.
Donna's back arched as a wave lifted her. Another wave sent her legs flying into the air. She wrapped the boots around Eric's waist as he thrust deeper and deeper until the only waves they were aware of were those of shared ecstasy.
The sensations stilled as their bodies relaxed. Donna could feel his cock soften within her, but she needed more. "Move very gently into me," she whispered. "Rock. Softly. Softly." She could feel his pubic bone teasing her at just the right spot. He might be done, but she was not. Her heat began to rise again, very slowly. He was barely moving against her, but it was enough. She had never felt such an intense orgasm. Usually, she was all about force and strength, more fucking, less making love. This was different. This was absolute bliss. She screamed with pleasure as her legs tightened around Eric again.
The sun was still low in the eastern sky as Donna and Eric walked almost shyly to the car to head back to the apartment. Throughout the night, they had experimented in various rooms. Between the sex, they had talked, discussed what this object might do, or what that equipment was for. They'd speculated about who might be members, who they would never see there, not in a million years. Some of the contrivances sent them into fits of giggles, but others—Eric's obvious appreciation for Donna's wedding gift was gratifying.
But if it had entered Eric's mind to try something of a more dominant nature on their wedding night, it had not been evident. He enjoyed being the sub. Donna enjoyed being the Domme. She made sure that she got every bit as much out of their encounters as he did, if not more. One day, though, she thought as she began to doze a little in the car. One day, he will want to please me as much as I want to please him. And that will be a very good thing.
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"Hey, thanks for the lift, Chet," Eric said as shook
