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Babe let’s go to your surprise

[rosarianoath]

“I know this isn’t usual, for us,” he says, by way of an apology. He’s nervous. Most couldn’t tell, at least — his resting expression is as tight-knit as ever, and he’s never been one for cold feet, anyhow. But it’s there, at the very least in the way he walks Jill up the front steps of the unmarked old house nestled on the fringe of the pleasure district, as though moving fast enough might prevent them being seen.

He holds the door open for her. The lobby has dimmed lighting, dark wood and sumptuous velvet upholsteries. The clerk at the desk is partially hidden by a privacy screen, and is tending to another guest. They must wait. The framed portraits lining the walls are of men and women in various states of dress, but all of them gaze at the viewer with heat in their eyes. Clive does not look at them.

Clive looks to Jill, tensely gauging her reaction.

He adds: “If you don’t like it, we can leave.”

[noburden]

The loudest thought in her head is about how Clive knows of this place at all. He's nervous, she can tell, and so that saves him from an interrogation. This feels naughty. She looks from portrait to portrait, quiet until her gaze falls to Clive.

"What, exactly, are we meant to do here?" She asks, and she whispers because it feels like she's not supposed to be loud. Not out here, at any rate. He brought her here as a surprise, as something he thought she'd enjoy--she doesn't look ready to turn heel and leave, curiosity winning, but she does make sure her hand his firmly in his.

[rosarianoath]

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says, and that’s a promise. His thumb passes over the back of her hand. Despite his nerves, he has a very slight smile.

The guest ahead of them finishes at the reception counter, and heads on through the interior double doors. And the doors swing open, there’s a brief glimpse of what lies beyond — a long corridor of rooms, a common area with a bar at the end. Clive turns his attention to the receptionist.

The receptionist taps a sign, a list of rules: no touching without permission. No glass, no outside drinks, no single men on the third floor.

Clive glances at Jill.

“And if you don’t want go in at all, we can turn around and go home now.”

[noburden]

She looks to him, curious, and then the sign the receptionist indicates. There's a little rush of thrill down her spine, and flicks her gaze back to Clive with a tiny smile of her own.

"I'm curious," she tells him. "And I trust you."

If it's too much, he'll save her. She knows it. Her smile widens.

[rosarianoath]

Her gameness settles him considerably, and he gives her hand a little squeeze before withdrawing it to pay the receptionist –– he's not sure if the price is as steep as it seems, but it's worth it if she likes it, and worth it to flagellate himself with if she doesn't. The receptionist hands him keys for a locker. Clive just nods, thanks her politely, and leads Jill on through the doors.

Inside, low music thrums through the building. The kind that can drift into the background, but is loud enough to dampen certain sounds. The doors are mostly open, revealing people in various states of undress, and in various states of foreplay. The furniture is all upholstered in leather, and the decor is sparse but expensive. Clive glances back at Jill.

"Do you want a drink first?"

He does not, as a rule, drink with her outside of wine with dinner, but new territory comes with new things.

[noburden]

Jill watches the exchange, increasingly curious about whether Clive has been here before or he simply... asked around? Not the thing to get caught up on, she tells herself. He thought to bring her here. He wants to share this experience with her.

She's glad for his hand as he leads her, both wanting to look at what's going on around them and not wanting to gawk. Regardless, she can't help the pink flush to her cheeks.

"A drink sounds like a good idea." Something to help them relax--but she doesn't want him to think she's not eager. It's why she takes a few quick steps to plant a kiss on his cheek.

[rosarianoath]

“Very well, then,” he says, with a taut little smile, a hand touching her lower back as her lips brush his cheek. “Then we can explore…”

The bar is a short walk away, and he takes her there and orders for them. Two seats down, another couple — the woman in just lingerie — drink and speak in low, intense tones. Clive glances at them briefly, but his attention comes right back to Jill.

“There’s three floors,” he tells her. “Different things on each… or so I’ve been told.”

[noburden]

His words put her at ease. She breathes out a laugh, meaning in close to whisper.

"So this is a treat for you as well. Good. Though I do feel a little overdressed..."

She assumes that will change shortly.

"I've been wondering how you came up with this."

[rosarianoath]

Bringing her here felt like a gamble, but at the very least now, he’s sure she’s not just being game for the sake of politeness. He smiles and takes a swig of his drink to buy himself a second to ponder how honest he should be.

“You’ve always been curious about what interests me,” he says. “And some of this seemed like something out of your books.”

[noburden]

There's a brief grin from Jill before she takes a big swig of her drink herself.

"Two birds, one stone, is it?" She would beg him to tell her his desires if it would work.

"Very naughty of you, Clive."

She loves it and nothing has even happened. She's not the most comfortable in this place, but she's eager to see what might happen.

And the drink will help.

[rosarianoath]

He’s nearly suffocated himself between this girl’s thighs and yet being called naughty is what drags a flush to his face.

“It’s a fitting place to be so, at the least,” he says, and he sets down his glass. “And perhaps I’ll learn something of you.”

[noburden]

Adorable. She stifles a giggle behind her hand, not wanting to embarrass him by laughing at him, but she can't help it. It's so rare to see him blush.

"I can't imagine what you don't already know," she says, but she's been learning things about herself while with others, hasn't she? Jill distracts herself from the thought by resting her hand on Clive's knee and giving him a fond smile.

They're both here, right now, with one another. Tonight is theirs.

[rosarianoath]

The temptation to seize her around her middle, heft her over his shoulder and make for the nearest dark couch is immense, and it only grows with her touch.

“We shall see,” he says, knocking the rest back and moving to stand. He offers her a hand: “Surely something here will challenge you.”

[noburden]

Jill follows his lead, draining the rest of her drink and already feeling a pleasant buzz. She's much more ladylike when she puts her hand in his, standing.

"More than you?" She teases.

[rosarianoath]

If his mother could only see. Clive turns his gaze ahead of them, leading her to wander down the hall and peek in the closest empty room.

"I love a challenge."

The first room is sparse, black walls and a black floor, with a sling contraption hanging from the ceiling in the middle, illuminated by a pot light.

[noburden]

Jill peeks around Clive and into the room.

"It's a little... like a holding cell, isn't it?" She asks, eyes settling on the sling. "How do you use that, I wonder?"

Once, she wandered into the gym in the apartment she first lived in. There were a number of machines and contraptions, but they all had instructions on them. She wonders if something like that exists here.

She looks to Clive with a lift of her eyebrows. Any ideas?

[rosarianoath]

"It's not a holding cell," he says, and it's meant to be equal parts soothing as it is amused. He has few qualms with the dungeon aesthetic taken on by some of this shit, but he's apprehensive that she does. He moves towards it and reaches for the sling, pulling one of its many webbing straps out to reveal loops... and a swing seat. He beckons her over with a nod of his head. "Come here."

[noburden]

It's a little dark for her liking, but but nothing she can't ignore. If Clive is fine with this, then so is she.

And she is curious, after all.

She joins him at his side, tilting her head.

"Is this for me or you?"

[rosarianoath]

"You," he says, and since she's so close, he puts an arm around her to slide her in position in front of the seat. "It lifts you into the air so we can do..."

A pause, a flicker in his smile that has him drawing up the thought to say it aloud to her.

"Activities."

[noburden]

She goes with a little laugh. It's always so easy for him to move her where he pleases, and she loves it.

"Tell me more about these activities," she says, as if a dozen filthy thoughts didn't run through her head.

[rosarianoath]

He stoops slightly to scoot the seat under her ass and gives her a little boost into it, and then runs a hand down her leg to find the stirrup.

"Lovemaking," he says, with a blunt smile.

[noburden]

"Not fucking," Jill clarifies with a playful smile. This seems like a place where you'd fuck rather than make love, but she's not too fussed about what word is used.

She adjusts a little so that she feels comfortable sitting, eyes on Clive. She looks excited, teeth pressing into her bottom lip as he figures the rig out.

[rosarianoath]

He's heard her swear on and off over the past six months, and it still doesn't feel right to his ears, and he can't even say it's in an intriguing way. His own foul mouth feels like a bad habit, something to squirrel away in her presence, but she just says it. He has half a mind to kiss her just to not hear her say it.

Instead, he puts her foot in the sling and gives her a little push so she swings and then bumps back against him. It's just as arousing as watching the dent in the plush of her lips.

"It sounds as though you are already in the spirit of this place," he says.

[noburden]

Every swear and curse feels like a tiny rebellion. She's not sure if she likes it, honestly, but she's still testing out the words. But she does know she likes spending time with Clive, and she reaches out to rest a hand on his chest.

"I want us to have a good time," she tells him, leaning her face towards him, but not quite leaning in for a kiss. "It's all new to me, but I'm eager to learn. I trust you to not allow me to fall onto my face."

[rosarianoath]

“I would never,” he assures her, and his hands glide down her thighs — cautious, at least subconsciously, that they are in public. “Do you want to see the rest, or…?”

Stay here?