I excuse myself to the bathroom, and as soon as I’m behind closed doors, I remove the vibrator from the box like it’s an ancient god in a scorpion’s body. Delicately, with an unexplainable reverence, ready to drop it as soon as it shows signs of life.
When I slip it inside and secure it against my clit with my panties, I accidentally turn it on. The low humming is barely audible compared to the lightning strike of stimulation I’m receiving, and I panic to turn it off as my muscles tense inadvertently.
I find the off button and press it, though I’m not ten times more curious about how this thing is going to impact our night.
Viktor smiles impishly at me as I emerge from the bathroom, trying to conceal a cheeky grin myself. I’m vibrating with excitement and anticipation now rather than the impending doom I’d been feeling earlier in the day.
We take Viktor’s most expensive car to the club. He loves to show off, even if most people aren’t going to see the car once the valet takes it away. He’s risked a lot for what he has, and I can understand his desire to show the world what he’s gained.
The club is very sleek but discreet from the street view. It’s completely black brick with blacked-out windows and a red neon sign posted above the door. Upon first glance, it’s almost intimidating to look at. If I didn’t know what it was beforehand, I’d be tempted to guess that it’s the meeting place of a secret society.
I figure that the design is just a part of the allure of such a place, though, so we proceed inside as Viktor places his hand on the small of my back. I nearly jump from the surprise of feeling his touch in such a public place, but then I remember that little intimate touches are only the beginning.
The main room of the club feels otherworldly and feverishly sinful in the most indulgent way possible. In every direction, there’s a couple, or even a few people, engaging in a sex act that I didn’t even know existed. While everybody here is beautiful objectively, I don’t feel threatened.
In fact, I feel empowered by the experience already, as if I’ve been exclusively invited to partake in the world’s greatest pleasures with the elite.
Just as I’m losing myself in the visual feast of lights and flesh, I feel the vibrator in my panties begin to vibrate in a low, consistent pulse.
I gasp slightly at the new sensation, but quickly I feel my body taking to it. At first, there’s a resistance to the vibration as if it’s irritating, which disappoints me. After a few minutes, I’ve eased into the rhythm of it, and this uniquely heightened state of arousal changes my mood completely. I feel more open, more free, more sexual than I’ve ever felt before.
“You like that?” Viktor asks, tracing his finger up my back and sending a chill throughout my whole nervous system.
“Yes,” I reply weakly, suddenly overwhelmed by the new world I’ve been plunged into nearly unwittingly.
“You’ll like this too,” he says in my ear, his voice low and smokey. He hands me a glass.
“What is that?” I ask with hesitation.
“It’s just wine. I ordered it for you, but you don’t have to drink it. I figured it might take some of the tension out of your shoulders. You seem stressed.”
Stressed is an understatement. I grab the wine from him, taking a large gulp and feeling the warmth slither down my throat and into my stomach. There’s not enough to get me drunk, but it’s enough to loosen me up a bit. I need that.
“Let me know how you’re feeling,” Viktor says, taking the empty glass from me and setting it down on a tall black table nearby. “I don’t want you to feel rushed. Take it as slowly as you please.”
I nod, and Viktor and I wander off to a large leather couch that lines the whole wall on the far side of the room. As more and more people begin to pour in, the scene before me turns into a sea of bodies rippling and moving in slow motion to the rhythm of each other’s deepest desires.
I feel my whole body becoming warm with a velvety, shimmering pleasure throughout all of my nerves. The music has grown from a background noise into the central object of my attention, and I’m lost in the bass and the coordinated light show as I begin to rub my own arms out of pure instinct.
Viktor puts his hand between my legs, rubbing it softly as I get lost in the music.
“Holy shit,” I moan, closing my eyes and allowing him to pleasure me. I’ve never been touched like this in public, and the thrill of it is incredible.
“Are you feeling better now?” Viktor asks as he moves closer to me, allowing me to lean against him as his fingers play with me. The bra I’m wearing has no padding or lining, and the lace against my nipples creates the most delicately orgasmic feeling as he gently rubs my breasts.
I lean back into him more until we’re both lying on the couch with my back against his chest. The combination of the music, the low vibration of the toy inside of me, and Viktor’s hands is almost too much for me to handle, and I’m experiencing the closest thing to nirvana that I’ve ever known.
Just when I don’t think I can take anything more, I feel Viktor reaching for the remote, and he increases the intensity of my toy, sending me into near convulsions with pleasure as his hands slide under my dress and bra.
My eyes roll back in my head at the slightest contact, and he moves his hand down to my panties, applying pressure to the toy to the rhythm of the music as my body responds.
I have never craved someone’s body more in my entire life. There’s a vicious hunger crawling under my skin that won’t be calmed until I can feel all nine inches of Viktor’s cock deep inside of me.
“Right now, please?” I say. It’s all I can say. I’ve been reduced to the most simple language, feeling so limited by words as my world explodes into technicolor.
“Right now, huh?” he teases, shifting himself from being underneath me to me being on top of him, straddling him.