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A tinge of guilt pings at my heart, thinking about where I’m going in a few hours. I’m not ready to trust him again., but he sounds sincere, so I say, “Okay. We can talk about a date this weekend.”
I step away from Decklan and turn to walk toward my car. When I slide behind the wheel, I glance at our office building and see D still standing in the doorway. My heart pinches for a moment, then I put my car in drive and go home.
I park in the private garage of Club Wonderland. Slipping on my new mask before getting out of my car, I turn and reach in the back seat for my bag holding the beautiful Icy Princess costume. I close the garage door and make my way to the basement of the mansion and locate my dressing room.
I must admit the club’s owners know how to spoil their clients. My dressing room rivals that of a five-star resort hotel. I drape my iridescent bodysuit with the attached flowing skirt over the end of the chaise lounge and place my clear heels on the floor beside it. Checking my watch, I notice the time is close to when my alter ego, Pussy Queen, would be making her appearance.
I begin to undress and pile my leggings and over-sized top on the side table. Slipping off my sandals, I place them beside my heels and sit on the chaise lounge to begin wriggling myself into the shimmering bodysuit. It’s as form-fitting as my black one, but the flowing skirt will conceal my petite body from the Voyeur, so he won’t recognize me.
My mask, hair, and eyes are all so vastly different from Pussy Queen’s. After securing the bodysuit by tugging up the side zipper, I walk toward the makeup table and mirror to insert the iridescent contacts, clip the silver choker around my neck, and finger tease my shining wig.
I check my watch again. It’s almost the exact right time for Icy Princess to make her appearance. I slowly stride toward the elevator. The ride up to the main level takes seconds. When the doors slide open, my heart erupts to a pace I’ve never felt.
Before walking the long hallway to the main room, I close my eyes and remember Decklan’s offer of taking me on a date. Dammit! Maybe I should give him another chance. He’s my husband. We should try everything we can to salvage our marriage.
Seriously? He cheated on you three times. Why give him a fourth opportunity to hurt you like that? My inner voice reminds me of why I am here at Club Wonderland tonight as I continue walking toward the doorway leading to the club’s main room.
I need to see my Pussy Queen. I need to watch her prowl across the club’s floor when she enters. I need to witness her take control of Kid, whipping her tail around his neck like a collar as she always does. She dominates him for my pleasure. I know this show is for me because she always turns and smiles up at me as she leads him to their private fuck room.
I want to relish in the way she makes him her fuck toy for the night for as long as they’ll allow me to observe their play. Some night’s it’s only a few minutes, and others, they let me take note of their deep-seated wanting they hold for one another. It’s primal, and I know Kid fills my Pussy Queen with everything she so desires.
I order a double tequila, neat, then stroll up to my private perch high above Club Wonderland’s vast main room. Checking my watch, I lean forward and wait for her to enter. It’s ten seconds before her usual time. My watch dings when she should be coming through the doors below me.
It’s been almost a minute, and she doesn’t enter. I glance at my watch again. The Pussy Queen was never late. Thinking maybe she came in another door, I frantically search around the dimly lit arena. My heart slows; she’s nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, I’m gobsmacked at the vision floating along below the balcony where I sit. My mouth hangs open beneath the mask; my eyes are fixated on her. Letting me know it approves of this stunning wintery vision, my cock strains hard against my slacks. Adjusting it, I situate myself to get a better view of this ravishing new character.
She’s petite, but not too skinny. She’s wearing a long flowing cut-up dress with a tight shimmering bodysuit underneath and has on clear platform heels with white nail polish on her toes and long pointy fingernails. Her lengthy mane of white and bluish tresses glimmers in the low lighting.
My dick throbs as my eyes lock on this wonderland of winter’s beauty. Catching her gaze when she glances upward, my heart hammers inside my chest, my blood heats my body like never before. Drawing in a deep breath, I hold it a beat. Her smile radiates sheer sensuality. Her eyes are iridescent, and I’m trapped by her exquisiteness.
She breaks our moment when she turns away and strolls over to a towering, muscled man dressed in pure white. His mask is white with pointed edges.
I wave for the cocktail server to come to me. I need another drink. When she brings me my tequila, I ask, pointing to my newest pleasure down on the main floor. “Who are they?”
She leans close and whispers, “They are Ice and his Icy Princess.” She leaves me to observe this new couple for as long as I can.
Ice takes his princess by her hand and leads her around the floor. He’s showing her off to everyone. After parading her around, he takes his belt and hooks it to her shiny collar.
She bows her head and follows. Her behavior lets me know she’s his sub for the night.
I need to release the buildup in my cock, so I lean back, unzip my pants, and let my dick free. It’s slick from precum leaking out as I stroke myself while watching the Ice Dom take his sub to their room. I explode hard when her iridescent eyes meet mine again.
Before entering the room with Ice, I turn and catch those eyes. The Voyeur sits in his perch, his gaze riveted to me from behind his black mask. I know he was expecting my alter ego, Pussy Queen.
I’m dressed as an ice princess, although I’m anything but cold. My body could melt the vastest iceberg if I laid on it. My pulse reverberates inside me at a rate I’m sure isn’t healthy. My fucking pussy won’t stop clenching; it won’t stop coming, and I’ve yet to be fucked.
The intense emotions coursing through me begin with excitement, elation, desire, and a bit of terror but in a good way. I love being scared. I read horror books and watch horror movies to scare myself senseless.
I want to be completely dominated. No switching roles with Ice. I want to be controlled and taken care of by him.
Ducking my head, I follow Ice into the room as he tugs on the leash attached to my choker. He leads me to a small table and untethers me. On it is the contract we discussed.
I smile and blink slowly as he spins the chair across from me around and straddles it. Laying his arms across the back of it, he says, “I need your signature, Princess. Your safe word is…?”
“Red.” I lift the pen lying beside the paper.
“Not yet, darlin’.” He waves his hand, and I stop.
