Upside Down (13 page)

“Relax,
gorgeous. Open your body for me. Let me inside you. Let me show you how much I want you,” she pinched it again and I trembled, relaxing a bit but it wasn’t enough. She tried to move inside me again and my body refused her. My walls gripped the dildo preventing it from going in any further.

“Argh
- please, stop,” my voice was strangled.

She moved back
wards and I thought she had given up. She put her arms around me, rolled my nipples in her fingers and sucked hard on my neck. The vibrator was still buzzing but it was out of me. She pulled both my nipples at once. And as the pain connected to my clitoris, she snaked one hand between my legs and pinched the little knot of nerves again, harder this time, again and again.

“
Let me take you somewhere you’ve never been before.”

That d
id the trick. I relaxed my inner muscles and she went in all the way. She entered me so deeply the vibrating fake penis hit my womb. In that position, it slid against the front wall of my channel, grinding my G-spot each time it past it and I saw stars. She rammed me from behind, pulling out and going all the way in, assuming a slow pace that drove me insane. After all the teasing and the foreplay, I was ready to go and I preferred my partners to go fast and strong for me to climax. My tight sex gripped around the wide rubber member but abundant moisture helped lubricate it. The friction made my knees weak. As my orgasm built up higher, I moaned, sighed, and panted.

“You’re killing me, Cindy. Fuck me, faster, deeper. I need it
rough to come.”

She laugh
ed softly and pulled me up by my shoulders, holding my back against her breasts. She kissed my nape and fondled my breasts almost tenderly. I grabbed her hands and squeezed them over my nipples.

“I like it rough, damn it. I need it rough.”

I heard Cindy gasp as her body shuddered against my back and I felt her sex quivering when it rubbed my butt and the moisture from her drenched walls coated my own skin. I knew she had come, so I held my breath because I knew my climax would come soon after hers. She wouldn’t allow it to be otherwise.

All of
a sudden, she pulled the dildo all the way out of me and I thought she was done. I saw red but before I could shout my indignation, she turned me around to face her, framed my face in her hands and kissed me. That time it was a sweet kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, ran over my lips, then, nibbled the corners of my mouth. I thought I might be able to come on a kiss like that alone. Her mouth was that hot, that delicious.

My
folds actually started to vibrate at that idea but Cindy had other plans for us. She gripped the inside of my knee and pulled one of my legs up to her waist.

“Wrap it around m
y waist. Lock you foot in my back and lean against the wall for support. You’ll need it.”

When I d
id as I was told, she impaled me with the buzzing dildo again. The other end was still inside her.

“Look at me. I want to see how much you like it rough.”

Cindy held me by the hips to keep me in place. She moved her whole body up and down mine as she pulled out of me almost completely before pushing back inside until her crotch crashed on mine. She pounded me, again and again; every time she did so, the movement pushed me further up against the wall, harder. I knew I’d get ugly bruises the next day, but I loved the feeling of urgency of it all.

“Yes, Cindy, yes. That’s it! Hit harder. I’m coming!”

I was shrieking and thrusting. If she hadn’t been holding me so tight I would have slipped down to the floor because my legs were wobbly, useless. Cindy was also nearing her second orgasm, she trembled from head to toe and grunted aloud.

“Cindy, you’re awesome. You even sound hot.” I kiss
ed her hard as I slid a finger inside her backdoor hole.

She
lost control and hammered me deeper and harder a couple of more times before she wailed and her sex contracted around her end of the dildo. I stood straight and held her tight in my arms to try and calm her down but the sight of her mind-blowing orgasm plus all the tension that had built inside my own body exploded when she pinched my clitoris once more.

“Give it to me, babe!” she asked and I obliged.
I moaned and gasped and we both slid down to the floor of the shower forming a heap of arms still holding each other, legs still entwined.

“
Gosh, you are beautiful,” she whispered to me as she leaned her forehead against mine and we tried to breathe. “I loved seeing you come like that.”

“And I loved
making you come,” I whispered back because my throat was sore. “You are a vision when you climax.”

I
was amazed, both by the life-altering orgasm this young girl had just given me, and by her reactions to my touch. I stared at her in wonder for a while before speaking again.

“I had never thought I’d be this turned-on seeing another woman come in my arms. I think I’m hooked.”

“That’s good to hear because I don’t intend to let you off the hook any time soon, my pet. Not after today. Not after how you felt and how you made me feel.”

She ran the tip of her index finger from my lips, down my chin and neck until it rested for a while on one nipple.
She kissed me again as her fingers went on south, past my midriff, inside my belly button, down my navel. She stopped at my entrance. I moaned and she licked my upper teeth and lip as she tapped lightly on my clitoris. I thought we would start all over again but Cindy frustrated my expectations when she ended the kiss and stood up.

I sighed and
leaned my head back on the cold wall, keeping my eyes shut as I heard her moving about the bathroom. I opened my eyes to see her grabbing her scattered things but I was too exhausted to move or say anything. Cindy planted a kiss on my shoulder, pinched my hard nipple for the last time and left.

Just like that.

My body still trembled with the aftershocks of that massive orgasm. An orgasm like I had rarely had before. I felt faint and closed my eyes again. A half-smile played on my bruised lips. It was ironic how a little thing such as the new receptionist had managed to turn my world upside down. Me, Caroline Ann Sullivan, the wicked witch of the stock market, the business bitch so many people feared, but respected, had been brought to my knees by a soft thing with the face of an angel and a devilish, sinful mouth.

“Oh, what a mouth! I’ll remember that mouth for the rest of the
night.”

I knew it would haunt me in my dreams again. Only, it would probably be worse because I had tasted it and knew what her mouth could really do to my body.
My sex clenched at the memories and a shiver ran down my spine.

“I
’m sure I have a long, sleepless night ahead of me. I’d better go home, anyway.”

I got up, dressed and went home to my empty apartment
.

* * * *

That night, I found sleep faster than I had anticipated. But, just as I had thought, the dreams returned with a vengeance. I spent the whole night jumping from one strange dream to the next. Different places, different seasons, different outfits, but always the same three people – Mark, Cindy and I.

In one dream, I would be in bed with Mark
, having a great time, when all of sudden, he would turn into Cindy and I wouldn’t blink an eye. Dreams are like that – you don’t question anything, you just go along with the story. The questions only come later, when we wake up.

In
the next dream, Cindy would meet me in the office shower again, only this time I would be the one in control. I would explore her whole body in ways I hadn’t had a chance to do yet. But, when she was about to come, she would walk away from me and into Mark’s open arms. Somehow he had been there, beside us, the whole time but we hadn’t noticed him. And for some strange reason, they would be together. But in the end of the dream, she would turn around to look at me and I’d see my own face. She was I. Or was I really her?

At some point during the night, I woke up feeling parched. I
drank some water from the bottle on the nightstand and went back to sleep. I checked the alarm clock – three in the morning - and hoped, against all hope, I could sleep the rest of the night without dreaming at all. I didn’t hope for a pleasant dream, not even for a happy dream. I just wanted to sleep – no dreams. I was out of luck, though.

The next dream was
the most disturbing one. On one hand, because there were more details. On the other, because I woke up terrified. I dreamed Mark had proposed to me during a very romantic trip to Paris. He chose Montmartre, of all places. It had always been my favorite spot in the French capital. We were walking down one of its beautiful, narrow streets when I saw an artist finishing up and exquisite painting. It was a painting of a gorgeous villa in the Amalfi Coast. I knew the place very well because I had spent a couple of summers there at Dave’s house. In fact, it looked a lot like his neighbor’s villa. I stopped beside the painter to admire his work. The painting was almost done, except for a little oval blank space in front of the house. It was odd.

“
Have you been to this place?”I asked him.

“No, I’m painting this
photo. This young man gave it to me.”

I
took the picture from his hand and gasped. Then, I looked at Mark. “How in the world did you get this picture?”

“Your mother gave it to me when I went
to Boston to talk to your parents.”

I looked again at the picture that had been taken when I was
around thirteen or fourteen years old. That year, when my parents had told me they wouldn’t come home during my summer vacation – again - Dave’s parents’ invited me for the first time to go to Italy with them. I had the best time that summer. It was great to be part of a family, even if it was someone else’s family. When the summer vacation was almost over, I told Dave I didn’t want to go back. I asked him to take that picture. I had pointed at his neighbor’s house and said I would live there, some day, when I grew up, got married, and had five or six kids. All that part of the dream about Dave’s family, the vacation and the picture was true. It sometimes happen in dreams -a mix of reality and crazy fantasy.

“What do you know about this picture? What did you talk to my parents about?”

“I know everything, Carol. They told me everything.”

“That’s not fair! They never tell me anything.
”

I wasn’t upset by that in the dream. I
t just seemed the way things should be. I also wasn’t surprised to discover Mark had bought the Italian villa.

“I’ve bought this house for us. You said you wanted t
o have a family and live there,” he knelt in front of me and took a beautiful ring from his pocket. It was golden with three little sapphires. I had the feeling I had seen it before but couldn’t remember where. “Will you marry me, Carol?”

I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to say.
Somehow it felt right. It was the right thing to do.

“Yes, Mark.”

He stood up, kissed me quickly, held my hand and pulled me down the street. We practically ran down the steep hill. He shouted over his shoulder. “Let’s do it now. Let’s get married now.”

Everything seemed logical
because it was a dream and dreams have some logic of their own. When we got to the end of the street, we were in Las Vegas – the world’s capital of instant weddings. I was wearing a beautiful white wedding gown with an endless red and silver trail. Somebody handed me a dozen red roses.

“Thank you.”

I looked up and Cindy was the one giving me the flowers. She was also wearing a wedding gown. But hers was ivory cream and didn’t have a trail. Again, nothing seemed strange. Mark offered one arm to me and the other to her. As we walked down the aisle, I heard Cindy talking to Mark.

“I told you she was a keeper
.”

They started laughing. First, the
y sounded fine then the laughs sounded a little on the crazy side. I felt uncomfortable and turned to them to ask them to stop that. But there wasn’t anybody else in the chapel. I was alone, but I could still hear them laughing. I followed the sounds to a half-open door. It was my bedroom. I opened it and saw Mark and Cindy sitting on my bed. They were still wearing the wedding clothes. They both stretched their arms to me at the same time.

“Come
to me, Carol. I’ve missed you so much. I will never let you go because I love you,” Mark said. He had tears in his eyes and I didn’t know why he was so sad.

“Come
to me, pet. You know I won’t let you down because I know what you want,” Cindy’s smile was smug and her expression was almost sarcastic.

I didn’t know what to do. I was
paralyzed, hopeless, frozen. Which one should I go to? How could I choose?

I sat up straight
on the bed, panting. I pressed a hand to my throat and felt my heart beating like crazy. I was frightened. I was confused. I hated feeling that way. I looked at the alarm clock. It was almost five in the morning. I had an idea so I grabbed my phone and checked my calendar for the day. I had some meetings that could be postponed until Monday without any problems. I checked the airline website and found there was a flight leaving in two hours. There was enough time if I hurried so I booked it and jumped out of bed.

I would send a message to Mark later.
I didn’t want to wake him up so early. I also didn’t want him to talk me out of it. He knew very well the place I was going to. He had been down there with me, more than once. He wouldn’t be too happy to hear I was on my way there - alone. But I needed it right now. I needed to get away from both Cindy and Mark. I needed time to sort some things out.

Club Desire was the perfect place for that.
It was a very non-traditional place in New Orleans, a sex club for the rich, powerful and beautiful. A kinky oasis. A place where I could live out any fantasies without being judged. I had had a membership for years. Josh had referred me to Club Desire. It was the only way someone could become a member. Clients signed a non-disclosure agreement when they joined. Mark had visited there a couple of times as my guest and I hadn’t been back there without him.

I decided
it was better not to tell Mark I was going to The Big Easy, after all. He would figure out I was going to the Club at once. In the cab, going to the airport, I sent him a message saying I was coming down with something and I wouldn’t be able to work.

The trip was uneventful and I got to New Orleans
around ten o’clock. A car picked me up and took me to my hotel. I had called Club Desire before leaving New York, requested a simple submissive scene and told them I wanted Richard to be the sub. I had decided to go to the Club to try to put things into perspective. My life was chaotic and I was feeling suffocated in New York. I needed to play Domme to try to restore some balance into my life. Unfortunately, Mark was a big part of my problems and it wouldn’t help me much to play that kind of scene with him. I had tried it many times recently and it had obviously failed to give me that balance back.

On the other hand, I was a faithful person by nature
. I wouldn’t cheat on Mark. I didn’t consider my going to Club Desire as cheating because it was a fantasy club. Nothing there was real. It would be like saying a wife is cheating on her husband when she fantasizes being with Henry Cavill. I convinced myself of that. Although what had happened between Cindy and I was at the core of my problems, I refused to categorize it as cheating. At least, not just yet, not until I had figure out what I wanted to do with my life. And that was precisely what the trip was all about – figuring out what to do next. Was it a once-in-a-lifetime thing? Was I merely bi-curious?

I was
in my suite, getting ready to go to the club when the room phone rang.

“Hello?”

“How could you do that to me? How could you be so cruel?”

For a moment, I thought he had found out about Cindy.
Did the little tramp blab about us?

“Mark, what are you talking about?”

Then, he clarified things for me.

“You
are in New Orleans - that’s what I’m talking about. You told me you were sick – a first, by the way. You got me worried like hell, caught on a plane and took off to a sex club.”

“How did you find out I was here?”

“When I got your message I was worried sick. You have never taken a day off, Carol. You’ve worked through fevers, flus, broken limbs. Stupid that I am, I thought that, whatever had happened to you, must have been something pretty serious otherwise you wouldn’t miss work.”

He paused to breathe
or swallow his anger, I couldn’t tell which, but I didn’t dare say a word.

“
I got a cab and swung by your place before coming to the office. When you didn’t answer the door, I got terrified. I thought you were unconscious or worse. I went downstairs and asked the doorman to help me get into your apartment. He told me you weren’t in. He said you had taken a taxi to the airport to catch an early flight to New Orleans. I didn’t need much else to put two and two together.”

“Mark, I’m so sorry you went through all this trouble for nothing,
going to my place and all. But…”

“I
don’t
mind going to your place, Carol!” he actually shouted into the mouthpiece. “I would do much worse than that for you. Don’t you get it? I’d do
anything
for you. I’m pissed off because you don’t trust me enough to tell me what’s going on with you. And don’t give me any of that bullshit saying there’s nothing going on.”

For a second, I was tempted to confide in Mark.
Since Josh, I hadn’t been able to share my burdens with a lover. I didn’t know if I’d be able to do that again. I didn’t know how. Once more, though, I changed my mind and decided to tell Mark the minimum necessary to get him off my case.

“I’m sorry you feel like that, Mark. I never gave you cause to doubt my
feelings for you. Remember I never promised you anything more than what I’ve given you so far. But I am going through a difficult phase. I need some time away from New York to figure some stuff out.”

“Is it because I told you I was falling for you? I know you don’t feel the same and that’s fine by me
,” he sounded a little calmer but still hurt.

“I’ll be honest with you, Mark. That is partly why I came down here. Although it’s not at all the only reason.
I don’t want to talk about it now, not over the phone, anyway. Just be patient with me, please. Can you do that?”

“I guess I can
do that. Just let me ask you one more thing. I know Club Desire quite well. Aren’t you happy with me, with what we have? Am I not enough for you anymore?”

I could hear the hurt in his voice and I
didn’t want to make it worse. On the other hand, I remembered the shower scene with Cindy and took a few seconds to answer his questions.

“Of course, I’m happy, Mark.”

“Then, why did you hesitate so long to say so?”

He hung up before I was able to say another word. But I wouldn’t have said anything because I didn’t have anything to say to him that wouldn’t have hurt him even more.
For the first time in my sex life, I worried about emotionally hurting my partner and found out I didn’t want to do that to Mark.

“What is wrong with me?”
I asked my reflection on the mirror as I finished applying make-up.

I checked the final result, grabbed my purse and left the suite to go to my personal version of Paradise
– Club Desire. It was a twisted, kinky Paradise, but a haven, nonetheless, and I needed a safe place then as I had never needed one before.

• * * * *
  

When I got to the club, I was greeted by a stunning brunette. I had seen her there before
but couldn’t remember her name.

“Welcome back, Ms. Sullivan
,” her smile seemed more than a professional one. But than again, all the employees at Club Desire probably got excellent benefits, especially to compensate them for their discretion. “My name is Sarah and I’ll be your hostess today.”