After the induction ceremony of the new members, I retired to the bar area for a tumbler of my favorite brandy. It had been a particularly trying day and I just wanted to go home. However, my duties as a senior officer of the club prevented this so, with a sigh, I resigned myself to one of the bar stools and watched as a buxom redhead ate the pussy of a petite blond who lounged at the bar next to me. Her pink clit was only inches from my fingers. Her eyes begged me to reach out and touch it but I wasn’t interested in doing so.
Luckily, Walker announced his arrival by patting me on my back and reaching around to light the cigar that I’ve been holding in my hand, unlit, for the last hour. I had been trying to quit. So much for that. I puff on the end as white smoke billowed around me. I greedily inhaled the scent, it having been two months since my last, and savored the bitterness on my tongue.
“How are you, Blake. I haven’t seen you around.”
“I’ve been busy. I’ve had to scale back my time here.”
He nodded in understanding, as only another lawyer can before he ambled to the bar and ordered a scotch. He reached out to stroke the pink bud of the blond with his thick finger. Her moans tore through the that Chapin that played from the speakers. His fingers moved from her pussy to pinch her rose colored nipple. With a sharp exhale, I strolled away from the scene. After getting his drink, Walker followed me.
The club is located in a stately mansion in the heart of Baltimore. Inside, is the headquarters for one of the world’s most secret societies, the name of which I’m not even permitted to say a loud. Founded in the days of Babylon, I stumbled upon the society as a naïve freshman in college when Walker introduced me to it more than twenty years ago.
We found empty wing backed chairs in front of the fireplace and sat. My plush black robe prevented the fabric of the soft leather from sticking to my nude buttocks. A brunette immediately knelt in front of me, opened my robe and took my cock in her mouth. I sipped my brandy as her tongue worked my shaft into a state of hardness.
“So what’s really going on,” Walker asked as he watched and stroke his own member. “You never miss meetings.”
I sighed as she ran her tongue across the tip of my cock. “Maybe I’m tired.”
He frowned as the blond from the bar took his cock from his hands and slid it into her mouth. “Of?”
I gestured dramatically at our surroundings. The naked women. The men dressed in black robes. The traditional antique furnishings that were platforms for various sexual positions. The brunette between my legs glanced up at me as she ran the tip of her tongue along my length. While her moist mouth felt amazing, I was in no mood to release. I dismissed her with the tap of her shoulder. She looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and offense as she sauntered away to service another senior officer.
Groaning, Walker ejaculated in the girl’s mouth. She looked satisfied as she rolled a condom over his still stiff rod and straddled his lap to slide her pussy over his cock. Instead, he pivoted her as he stood and drove his massive member into her ass. The look of surprise on her face was priceless. She gripped the back of the chair for support. I chuckled and looked down at my lap. My own cock was stiff and ready. Normally, I’d be sliding it into her pussy as Walker took care of her backdoor, but not tonight.
“What’s really going on, man,” he asked.
I shrugged. A light sheen of sweat hand formed over Walkers skin, causing the dark sinew to glisten in the light from the fire behind him. Groaning, he climaxed. Another female brought him a towel. He mopped his brow as he let the poor girl go. The blond limped away. Spent, he collapsed in the chair.
“Perhaps, I’ve changed. Perhaps, I’m tired of fucking.”
We share a look and a laugh. The truth was that I really couldn’t place my finger on why this disinterested me so. Have I really changed? Walker laughed. I could never tire of fucking. It and breathing were the only two things keeping me alive.
“Maybe you just need a break,” he suggested as he puffed on his cigar.
“A vacation?” The words tumbled from my mouth as if the thought never occurred to me. It hadn’t until this moment. He nodded.
“Get out of this snow and go some place warm. Get your groove back.”
“You’re right,” I conceded as I rose from my seat. Now eager to set this new plan in motion.
The brunette returned to service Walker’s cock. I close my robe and go to the check in closet to collect my clothing. As I walk toward the lobby, I spot her sitting, as daintily as angel can, on a chair just outside the library. She was violating the order’s code by being fully dressed. All women that entered were required to be nude. However, her outfit of a black knit dress with plunging v-neckline was intriguing. Her dark eyes were bright, but clouded, as if they held a closely guarded secret.
Her chocolate skin beckoned me to come closer. I abandoned my mission for my clothing and found myself drawn to where she sat. She refused the patronage of another member, a second violation as all females were required to please the male members upon request. She curled a strand of her ebony hair behind her ear as she watched me approach. Surprise filled her eyes before she glanced away.
“I should bend you over my knee and spank you,” I said.
“Why?”
“You have violated several codes.”
She looks away. “Maybe, but I have my reasons.”
“To observe only? There’s no pleasure in that.”
She rose from her seat and placed her hands on her hip. A ring of fire flashed in her beautiful eyes. She was a few inches shorter than my six foot three height. Without her black pumps, I imagine her to be five foot seven. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder in defiance.
“Look, mister…”
“Blake.”
“Blake.” She said my name with such venom that it hardened my cock immediately. “If you have any problems with me, please take them up with my father.”
“Who is your father?”
“Wesley Arnold.”
Wesley was the president of our chapter. I knew him well, having played golf with him on occasion, but I never knew that he had a daughter, let alone one who was so exquisite. With that she spun on her heels and walked toward the private officers only area. I caught her elbow before she could clear the entrance and turned her to face me. When she inhaled out of rage, her breasts heaved. I had to tear my eyes away from them. Least I capture her hard nipple where we stood.
“Let go of me,” she hissed.
I relaxed my grip but had no intention of letting this angel slip from my grasp. No woman has ever made me feel so aroused. I had to have her.
“Forgive me for my rudeness,” I told her. “It’s just that…”
Her face softens. Her voice lowers as she looked around. “I know. I know who you are, Blake. For years, I’ve watched you with the other women, wishing it was me riding that big cock of yours…”
Her words momentarily startled me. Cause cum to involuntarily leak from my cock. “You may…” I stammered.
She shakes her head. A tear rolled down her cheeks. “No. I can’t.”
“Because of your father?” She nodded. “Did he hurt you?” She shook her head. “What is it, my love? Tell me!”
She jerked from my grasp and wraps her arms around her waist. “No. It’s better this way.”
Her words were filled with so much pain that my heart ached. She turned to walk toward the stairwell that led to her father’s offices.
“May I at least have you name?”
She tossed it over her shoulder as she hurried from my view.
“Sophie.”
Chapter Two
For thirty days and thirty nights, I frequented the club, hoping to run into Sophie with no luck. Our brief encounter left me in such a state that I couldn’t work. I couldn’t eat. I rarely slept. A fine crop of brown hair spread across my chin like clover. I skipped my customary noontime Saturday hair cut and the ends of my chestnut hued hair now curled around the base of my neck. The luster had all but disappeared from my green eyes. Yet, I was determined to find her.
As luck would have it, Wesley mistook my desperation for dedication and invited me to his home for a late Friday night supper. I had no time to properly groom, so I clothed my frame in my best red sweater and gray pants before arriving at his home in Prince George’s County at promptly 8 pm sharp. It was the butler that let me in. I kept an eye out for my angel as he led me through the rooms of the mansion to the dining room, where Wesley sat waiting.
As we dined on the most tender filet mignon and succulent shrimp dinner that I’ve ever had, we spoke about the society, its history and its future, before retiring to his study for dessert and coffee. I hadn’t had a chance to inquire about his family but hoped to broach the subject soon. We chatted in regard to world event before he excused himself to make a phone call. I sipped the hot coffee as I waited for his return. Light footsteps just outside the door drew my attention. I set down the fine china on the side table and stood.
“Dad, I…”
She stopped short when she saw me. My cock hardened at once. She was even more breathtaking now. Her hair pulled back in a ponytail. A black turtleneck and gray skirt framed her body. Above the knee boots completed her simple, sexy outfit. I moved toward her, swept up her hand and planted a kiss on the back.
“You,” she whispered in awe. “What are you doing here?’
“Your father invited me to dinner. I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit that I had hoped to run into you.”
She removed her hand from mine and placed it on my chest. “Blake. This can’t happen.”
Undeterred, I pulled the angel into my arms and kissed her with such abandon that I took my own breath away. She allowed herself to relax in my arms as my hand float up the sides of her torso to capture her breasts in my palm. She grasped my wrists and moved away from my lips.
“What has my father said about me?”
“I haven’t had a chance to ask him.”
She turns these words over in her mind as she glanced over her shoulder toward the open down. She doubles back to closes it slightly but she doesn’t move from the door. Her eyes filled with what I can only describe as desire. She looks at the raised area between my legs.
“Can I see it,” she whispered. “I’ve always wanted to see it up close.”
Without hesitation, I unfastened my pants and pulled them off my hips. Her breath hitched as my hard shaft sprang from its nest of hair for her. I stroked my length, coaxing it to a state of arousal that only she could cause. She took small, slow steps toward me until she was standing directly in front of me. With trembling fingers, she ran her index finger down my shaft.
“Wow,” she whispered as she touched the tip of my cock. “It’s more beautiful than I dreamed.”
“As are you.”
She encircled her palm around my length as our lips again meet. She caressed my cock with such tenderness that I was having trouble holding back the climax that is building in the base of it. Droplets spilled from my cocked. She released my mouth to gather them on her tongue. She sat in the chair that I had just abandoned and expertly wrapped her mouth around me.
I close my eyes. The skill with which she sucked my cock amazed me. Her moist mouth provided a warm chamber for my shaft while her tongue stroked the tight skin like a pair of fingers. In no time, a first for me, I release and cum in my angel’s mouth. She moans as she swallows the salty fluid before removing my still pulsating cock from her mouth and kissing the tip.
For the first time in a long time, I am rendered speechless. What does one say to an angel that has given you life? A simple thank you is not nearly enough. I pulled up and fastened my pants as she stands. I noticed that she had some difficulty walking toward the door and peeking into the hallway. She turned back to me. Pain flashed in her eyes. I walked toward her and cupped her beautiful face in my hands.
I kiss her deeply. My salty essence still lingered on her tongue. With a small cry, she placed a hand on my chest to push me away. Seconds later, her father appeared in the doorway.
“I see you’ve met my daughter,” he announced jovially.
“Yes,” I replied. “Your daughter is stunning.”
“Thank you. Actually, I’m glad that you are here,” he said to Sophie as he kissed her cheek. “I’ve just learned that I must go to Japan for a few weeks to set up our office there, would you please stay here and watch over her?”
Sophie scoffed. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
“Perhaps,” he said. “But, I’d feel better to know you are safe and in good hands.”
“Sir, I’ll be honored to safeguard fair Sophie.”
Wesley clapped. “Excellent! Go home, collect what you need, and I will see you bright and early tomorrow.”
When he left, she frowned at me. “You don’t have to do this.”
I trace her cheek. “I do. I will accept any excuse to get next to you. Plus, I’d like to properly thank you for your lip service.”
She smiled but it was guarded. “That’s not…”
I pulled her into my arms and ravished her mouth with my own. Her arms encircled my neck. At the sound of a sharp clearing of one’s throat, I quickly released her. The butler was in the doorway with my coat. I swept up her hand and planted a kiss on the back before retiring for the evening.
Chapter Three
Morning could not have arrived soon enough. At exactly 8 am sharp, I pulled my luxury car into the circular driveway of the Arnold’s mansion. I had endured a sleepless night, dreaming of my cock in Sophie’s warm mouth. How I longed to repay her for her service. The butler again greeted me and led me to my guest room, on the opposite side of the home from the family’s quarters.
As I was unpacking, Wesley appeared to give me a tour and instructions, all of which I was unable to take in. My eyes searched the rooms and hallways for Sophie. At the end, he handed me a set of keys and typewritten instructions before leaving for the airport. As soon as his car left the driveway, I tossed both on the bed and walked toward the family’s sleeping chambers.
I had checked four rooms before stumbling upon her’s. The scent of lavender greeted me as I opened the door. The room was decorated in hues of cream and aqua. She laid in the four poster bed. Her hair spread across the pillow. Sun from the window shone on her, bathing her dark skin in shimmers of gold.
After closing the door behind me, I walked to where she slept. I pause to remove my boots. I pulled my gray turtleneck over my head and tossed it onto the floor along with my jeans. Naked, I climbed into the bed next to her. She wore the kind of silk gown that I imagined a princess would wear. Her dark nipples could be seen through the delicate material. Unable to control myself, I stroked the orb with my index finger until it stiffened to a peek.
A moan escaped her lips as her eyelids fluttered open. Surprise flashed in her eyes when she saw me. Before she could react, I captured her full mouth as I continued to explore her breasts with my fingertips. The material of her gown was in the way. I yanked it away from her flesh, causing a giggle to escape her lips and cup the smooth skin with the palm of my hand.
“Blake…We can’t do this.”
“We must. I will die if I’m not inside your tight pussy.”
My hand caressed her bare thigh. I pushed the hem of her gown up. She gripped my wrist to stop me. I leaned away to stare down at her pouty lips, bruised from my kiss. She turned away from my gaze and sat up.
“You should know something.”
The tone of her voice instantly made me concerned. I held her hand and waited for her to continue.
“I’m a virgin.” She placed a slender finger over my lips to prevent me from speaking. “There’s more.”
Like a vision, she rose from the bed and removed the offending night garment from her petite body. Her dark skin glistened in the morning sun as my gaze travelled over her breasts. I reached for her to pull one of her sweet, dark nipples into my mouth but she moved away.
“Keep looking,” she whispered.
My eyes flowed down over her taut stomach to her hips and stopped. I exhaled as I spied the contraption her pelvis was wrapped in. Leather and metal wound around her hips in an intricate fashion. Chains connected to a lock that rested over her clit and were threaded through her piercing there. When she turned around, I saw that the apparatus also flowed between halves of her ass to connect to a second lock that rested between the dimples. A chastity belt.
“Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head. “No, but it’s annoying as hell.”
I stood to gather her in my arms. “How long, my angel, have you been wearing it?”
“Since I was sixteen,” her tears wet my chest. “My older sister got pregnant at fifteen and my father was determined the same wouldn’t happen to me.”
"How old are you now?"
"Twenty-one."
“Can you take it off?”
“Only he has the key. He lets me take it off to bathe but there’s an alarm built in. If it’s manipulated in anyway, he has an app of his phone that alerts him. He said he won't take it off until I'm married no one wants to be with me as long as I have this thing around my waist.”
I kiss her temple. “We’ll figure something out. Five years is a long time to wear such a thing.”
She looked into my eyes. The expression of joy that is held in her irises makes my heart leap.
“You’ll help me?”
“Of course, fair Sophie. You’ve suffered long enough.”
Her smile sent a shiver down my spine. She stood on her toes to sweep my mouth with hers. There had to be some way to permanently remove the equipment without hurting her. Then, I had an epiphany. The instructions and keys Wesley gave me before he left. Releasing her, I ran naked through the house to my room with Sophie at my heels. I find the pages on the center of the navy duvet where I left them. I picked them up and scanned the contents.
“What does it say,” she inquired as she leaned against my side to review the pages.
“That, I’m only to take off the belt for fifteen minutes each day to allow you to bathe. A sensor is in the device to alert him if it’s off for more than that.”
She burst into tears. “There’s no hope. Why is he so mean?”
I abandoned the pages and pull her into my arms again. “There’s always hope, angel. We’ll just have to find it.”