Nexus of Joy
Julia is convinced by her husband Calvin that they should visit a sex club – just to look around – in the hopes that it will revitalize their ailing love life. But when they are separated and she sets off to find him, she stumbles into an erotic experience beyond her wildest fantasies: two men and a pair of padded handcuffs dangling from the ceiling of a private alcove…
Excerpt
“Try? Try what?” she asked.
“Those,” he said, pointing above her head at the cuffs. Seeing them immediately above her head reminded her of being caught under the mistletoe.
“What do you mean, try them?” she asked, swallowing, not sure why she was swallowing when her mouth was suddenly dry.
“Yeah, just to see how they feel. You ever been bound? A lot of people really enjoy it. Come on, just for a minute. You won’t regret it.”
He stepped into the alcove, and Rex followed, drawing the curtain shut behind him. And suddenly Julia stood in this little chamber with two men, the sounds of the club muted by the heavy brocade.
“Put your hands over your head,” Brett said, stepping in close to her, so she could smell him, a scent of hair gel and cologne, and more – his own scent, very agreeable.
“I should probably go find Calvin,” she said without conviction.
“Hands up,” Brett said, taking her by the wrists and lifting them over her head, guiding them into the cuffs. Rex stepped in behind her – she felt his chest against her hair – as he closed the cuffs around each wrist and locked them shut. Then he and Brett stepped back and looked at her with her arms raised, her wrists trapped in the cuffs. “Just pull on them. Relax. They’re strong, they’ll take your weight. Lift your feet off the floor.”
Not wanting to be rude, Julia tightened her arms and lifted her bare feet from the carpet, so for a moment she dangled from the cuffs. It felt good in her shoulders and back, like a yoga stretch. She put her feet back down and Brett stepped forward and kissed her. He was slightly taller than she was, and his strong body pressed against hers, his pectorals against her breasts. She would’ve pushed him away but for her restrained arms, and for some reason this gave her permission to kiss back, her tongue against his. She leaned against him, let the cuffs buoy her up, and she felt weightless, like they were in water, or space, or in a dream, floating, their mouths locked together, bodies pressing.
When the kiss ended she dropped her head, turning it sideways to prevent him from kissing her again, not that she hadn’t enjoyed it, but because it was wrong. She was going to ask him to open the cuffs, to let her down, but her voice would not come, or it seemed she was overcome by a weariness which had seized her voice.
Brett began to untie the knot in her robe. “Whoa, you really knotted this one up. Was this at some point a double bow?” He worked at the knot for several seconds, Julia looking down, watching, helpless, her mind so engaged by his efforts that she could effectively disregard the purpose of this untying, the result he was attempting to achieve. “Great. Now I’ve messed it up,” he laughed, and raised his brown eyes and looked at her with such an expression of want that her knees literally went weak and she sagged, held upright by the cuffs.
“Here, let me have a go, I was a boy scout,” Rex said, and then their hands – both pairs at once – were on her body, pivoting her to face the other way, the cuffs squeaking on their mount but offering little resistance. And now she faced Rex, taller, leaner, with his dirty blond hair and pale blue eyes. He looked at her face and smiled with warmth before directing his attention to the recalcitrant knot. “Oh, this is a doozy,” he said, and on that final word of the sentence Brett slid his hands around her body and placed them against her lower ribcage, pressing his body against her back so she felt something alarming, something wonderful, against her lower back, so hard she thought at first it was the bone of his hip, but quickly realizing it was his erect penis.
She took a hasty breath and Rex liberated a loop from the knot, and then Brett’s hands slid up her ribcage until they were pressed firmly over her breasts. He began to massage gently so the terrycloth rubbed against her nipples, sending lightning bolts of pleasure through her body and between her legs.
“And, there we are,” Rex said with triumph. “Brett, I’m leaving you one cord to pull, I think you deserve the honour.” And all at once her body was spun back around, she felt a pang of disappointment to be turning away from this attractive man, but was immediately rewarded to be facing Brett again, he was just as beautiful and familiar too, and she remembered watching him pushing his mail cart along, engaging everyone with greetings and jokes regardless of their place in the office hierarchy.
Brett took the free end of the sash in his hand and looked into her eyes and she wanted desperately for him to pull it, and when he didn’t she felt a rise of panic. Why did he hesitate?
“Julia,” he said, looking into her eyes, frowning slightly. “Do want us to do this?”
She flicked her eyes upward to indicate the cuffs. “What choice do I have?”
“You have a choice. Just say the word and we’ll let you down.”
Her breath caught as she tried to speak. Then she said, “I choose not to choose. I want to be powerless to let it happen. This what I want. Please.”
Brett smiled radiantly at this, and tugged, and the knot popped open.
Buy
Purchase the story here:
Recent Comments