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I want to know who she is, but the rules here don’t allow me to. Masks or blindfolds must be worn, and we all have aliases we must go by. I’m known as Eyes or the Voyeur. The theme at Club Wonderland tonight and each night I come here is The Darkened City.
The vast space below me holds several sections for all different forms of sexual pleasure and a small area with tables and chairs for those who come to socialize. There’s a long metal bar topped with black marble. One bartender tonight is a young woman dressed in a green leotard with vines flowing from everywhere and a mask made of flowers and small red berries. The other is a stout man dressed in a messy tuxedo with a bent black top hat. He held an eyeglass on his right eye and carried a torn umbrella over his left triceps.
My gaze darts back to Pussy Queen when she lets out a passionate scream. “Oh, Kid.”
Kid. He’s her fuck boy. He towers over her even with her high-heeled boots. From my viewing spot, he has dark wavy hair. I don’t know his eye color, and I guess him to be around six-foot-seven and two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle.
Kid’s hands brace my Pussy Queen on her ass as she splays her hands with her long white fingernails on his broad shoulders. She lifts her body up, rolling her shoulders like a cat. She peers down at him, then smashes her mouth to his.
My hand squeezes my cock hard, stroking myself faster and faster. I need to come before they disappear into their room. They never have sex in the main room. They don’t let me see everything. Just enough to get me hard, then get me off.
My head falls back against the tall back of the chair, and I pull hard on my shaft. The pressure of my hard-on sends electric pulses through my body. My blood races hot in my veins.
“Oh, good fucking God.” I yank hard and squirt cum all over my stomach. I blow out a heated breath and reach for the small towel lying on the arm of my chair. After cleaning myself off, I swipe my hand along my neck and ruffle my hair before searching the room below me for one last look of her, my Pussy Queen.
As she and Kid walk toward their fuck room, she turns. Her black eyes meet mine, and she dips her head my way. Rolling her fingers around her tail, she whips it upward, and around Kid’s neck. She slips her tongue out and wets her lips.
I lift my glass of tequila and tip it her way, holding her midnight gaze as long as I can.
The Voyeur’s eyes burn into mine as I catch him staring at me just before Kid and I enter our room. His glare bores into my body. His black mask tints his eye color to a dark shade of mystery.
The purpose of the mask is to be anonymous to everyone here at Club Wonderland, and it serves its purpose perfectly.
“My queen,” Kid whispers against my shoulder as the door closes behind us. His soft full lips trail along my skin, sending chills down my spine to my white painted toes.
I turn and face my sweet Kid. He’s the most darling young man I’ve ever met. His hazel eyes drive me wild. I’m taking my turn and playing the Dominatrix tonight. Kid does as I say in accordance with the contract we signed.
I walk toward the video camera, left positioned in front of the bed, then turn back to him.
“Are you still okay with recording us?” I ask just to be sure.
“Of course, my queen.” His eyes dazzle. His tongue slips out and wets his lips as they curve upward into a wicked grin.
He’s open to anything. He’s so young and willing to please me. I adore his acquiescence, his eagerness, his tight body, and fucking huge cock.
Tonight, I need to completely control Kid, unlike other nights where we switched playing the dominant.
“Sit.” I point to the end of the bed.
He obediently follows my command. His red and yellow costume with a ‘K’ in an oval on his left pec strains against his firm body.
I can count his ripples – one, two, three, four, five, and a yummy six. His pecs fill out the top, and the cape lies over his broad shoulders. I lick my lips and prowl toward him. I hop onto the bed behind him and slide my arms down his, then back up and embrace him. My tongue glides along his ear, then down his neck; my lips suck in his soft skin as I leave a faint mark on him.
Kid’s head falls back, a moan escaping him as my hand travels down his firm chest, bumping over his ripples before massaging his massive bulge.
“Mmm, baby. I found my treasure.” I stroke him as moans continue to emit from him. He’s my fuck toy for the night. Anything I want, he’ll do.
Sliding off the bed, I stand and hold my hand for him.
He takes it as he stands and pulls me into his warm embrace. His mouth glides along my collarbone as my knees give out. He grips me tighter, keeping me from falling. He sits back down on the bed, lifting me onto his lap. “What can I do for you tonight, my queen?”
I caress his cheek and smile. “Strip for me.”
Reaching over his shoulder, he tugs his cape, but I grab his hand.
Looking into his intoxicating hazel eyes, I say, “Nice and slow, lover.” I move from his lap and sit on the bed, smiling sinfully as I lick my lips.
The corners of his full lips tug upward as he stands before me, then leans close and takes my hand. He brings it to his mouth, kissing the back softly, and says, “Yes, my queen.” He bows slightly and places my hand in my lap.
