just looks like he’s thought about it you
know?’ she said.
‘Yes, I know
what you mean,’ he said, ‘I’m so glad that you could come. This
isn’t the club by the way; Felina’s is across the street, down an
alley, more or less hidden unless you know where it is and how to
gain access. I wanted to meet you first so that we could have some
wine and I could give you this small gift because I’d like you to
open it before we get in there.’
‘What is it?'
she asked.
‘It’s your
first surprise,’ he said and he handed her the small package.
As she opened
it, her eyes widened in surprise.
‘Okay, let me
explain,’ he said.
Chapter Two –
Felina’s
The colours on
the walls and fabrics were confined to tasteful designs in deep red
or black which somehow added to the exclusive feel of the place,
now dark and hot with loud music throbbing to a beat like a tribal
sexual call.
Felina‘s was an elitist club that pushed all the boundaries,
allowing its clientele the space and the atmosphere to do just as
they pleased, provided that their actions were ‘ not too overt
and did not under any circumstances disturb anyone else’. S o it
was a pretty wide remit although, through an unspoken edict, all
guests knew that they had to stay within the realms of decency in
the public areas at least - but there was no mistaking the sexual
undercurrent that seemed to permeate at every level.
It was a
fairly large space with a long bar and seating with tables of
various shapes and styles were scattered around the place. Small
glass cubes containing chairs and tables were set back in the
darkness and other tables surrounded by plush horseshoe shaped
seating areas were positioned around one edge - heavy curtains
could be pulled across these areas for the kind of privacy that
meant ‘ do not disturb. ’
The music and
the darkness along with the overt sexuality of the place was simply
provocative and those people fortunate enough to know of its
existence came to the club for the thrill. Tonight, most of the
cubes were occupied and many sets of curtains were already drawn
over the private tables, leaving any curious onlookers or even
would be voyeurs to wonder at what might be happening on the other
side.
The dance
floor was packed with dancers; their bodies writhed and moved in
time to the sensuality of the beat. Michael and Gabriella had both
consumed some alcohol which, together with the music and the
atmosphere, made them both feel a little hot and really good. As
they swayed to the music, Michael, dressed in tight black jeans and
a black shirt, almost moulded into the darkness whilst the pearly
skin of his female partner, Gabriella, seemed to flash as she
rubbed herself against him like a hungry cat.
His hands came
around her to the mounds of her backside and he pulled her to him.
He licked her neck seductively and whispered, ‘Give it to me; I
want to drive you crazy.’
She laughed
and danced away from him and although he couldn’t really hear over
the noise of the music, he could feel her excitement. She took a
few steps forward and leaned in to him conspiratorially and spoke
loudly in his ear.
‘No, I dare
not,’ she said, ‘that will give you too much power and I can’t
allow that,’ and she danced away again.
Clearly that
was the wrong answer as Michael grabbed her hand and pulled her off
the dance floor to the dark end of the bar where the music was more
muted and they could talk. They stood in a quiet spot and he
ordered some drinks and once they were served he said...
‘So you’re
telling me that you don’t want me to have too much control? Woman,
it’s too late for you to make that choice. I already have the power
and you know that.’ His eyes flashed in mock anger ‘I’m going to be
that bastard that you are always saying that I am. I plan to take
full advantage of you tonight and take you to the edge and fuck you
senseless but it will be when I’m ready and not