Dark Alley: Part One: Episodes 1-4 Page 14

  When she gave her purse and coat to Big Guy Alfred, Alice reminded herself that everything that happened at this place was a rational arrangement. It was about sexual fulfillment and not an emotional one. She shouldn’t care so much about how King felt, but she couldn’t help it.

  As she waited for Alfred to ask her if she would like to place an order, she was surprised by what he said instead.

  “King of Diamonds has requested your presence in room seven,” the big and bald doorman explained. “He will arrive soon and wants you to get prepared and wait for him, Miss.”

  A rush of excitement claimed her body and Alice knew that her face was red like a traffic light, but she smiled widely and nodded as calmly as possible.

  “Thank you, Alfred,” she managed to say, although her voice sounded as if she was breathlessly excited.

  “Enjoy your stay,” was his response. She couldn’t help but wink at him.

  Every time her mind realized that this place wasn’t a figment of her imagination, but reality, it gave her more self-esteem and made her simply happy.

  With the first step passing by Alfred, Alice became her alter ego, Belladonna, again. The stronger, self-confident, and sexual awakened version of her.

  Although she hadn’t been there that often, Belladonna already felt comfortable walking down the main path and passing by the entrances to the alley spots where one could enjoy the fantasy of having sex in a dark alley, maybe even being watched by someone.

  She felt naughty, as if she was doing something forbidden, and that was the appeal of this club. She didn’t need additional light to find her way to the door of the clubhouse, just strode through the door as if she owned the place. Closing the door behind her, she looked around slowly, taking in everything she saw and basically waiting for the waitress to approach her.

  “Miss?” She was asked. Belladonna gave her a soft smile and said. “I have been summoned to room seven,” waiting for the woman to tell her what came next.

  “Please follow me,” the waitress said, much to her surprise, but Belladonna did what she was asked and followed the woman through the doorway and waited with her for the elevator.

  Room seven was on the second floor, down the hallway, and the last one to the left. The waitress unlocked the door with her own code and allowed Belladonna to enter.

  “You have been asked to prepare yourself for your host. You can find more instruction inside,” the woman explained. “Have an exciting stay,” she added earnestly, as if her words hadn’t been salacious, and closed the door.

  When Belladonna turned around, the room that opened up to her was not like the one she had been in yesterday.

  In fact, there was a bed missing, or something that resembled a bedroom altogether. Instead, as she stepped further into the room, it looked like a luxury living room, including a bar. And then she discovered an open stairwell leading up to the next level. This place was more elegant and stylish, and definitely more expensive than her little apartment, yet, it felt colder than her homey place. Everything was black, white, and purple, with shiny and smooth surfaces, and no round corners anywhere. It was a beautiful room to stay in, but not to live in, Belladonna decided.

  After slowly turning around her own axis, she didn’t see anything that would help her prepare for her meeting. So, Belladonna decided to take a look upstairs. The bedroom and bathroom had to be there.

  First, when she stepped onto the first stair, she braced herself for the stairs to wobble, since the free standing metal stairwell appeared so unstable, but she was wrong. So, she moved quickly because she couldn’t bear the anticipation of what might wait for her on the next level.

  The interior design fit perfectly in with what she had seen downstairs, however, when she turned around, her eyes grazed the bathroom, where the walls were made of glass, and had a large shower, then eventually her gaze landed on a huge, black canopy bed, that had purple covers. And on those covers was something waiting for her.

  Slowly, yet curious, Belladonna walked up towards the bed to look over what had been laid out for her and what she found created a mixture of conflictive emotions in her: shock and excitement, uncertainty and arousal.

  There was a black leather bra, briefs, and a garter belt, along with black nylons and a cute, black see-through negligee. All of this wasn’t what made her slightly uneasy and excited, though. It was the leather collar and four leather shackles for hands and wrists, all of which had a stainless steel ring attached to them.

  King of Diamonds definitely knew what she had done.

  After a moment of consideration, Belladonna undressed herself and placed her clothes on a sideboard nearby, and started to put on the supplied clothing. The leather was surprisingly soft and flexible and didn’t feel uncomfortable at all on her skin. Looking at the collar and shackles, she figured that they too would feel equally comfortable to wear. Yet, before she reached out for them, Belladonna checked if there was any note, anything that made clear what King of Diamonds expected from her, or if she could decide against the shackles. But there was nothing, apart from a black silken blindfold she had neglected to see earlier. She swallowed.

  Of course this was still the Dark Alley, which meant the rules did still apply. She could choose not to play along, to not put everything on, or even leave. But she couldn’t simply chicken out, could she? The hurt of disappointing King was stronger than the hope he would just ignore it, and not punish her for meeting up with Aquarius.

  That being said though, Belladonna wondered how strong her motivation of gaining King’s disapproval was, in comparison to simply wanting Aquarius. But she didn’t have time to think about that now, because she assumed that he wouldn’t keep her waiting for long.

  So, she sat down in her new underwear and negligee and placed the collar around her neck. Somehow it felt wrong, and she decided that she would rather have him put it on. Belladonna placed it next to her and bound the leather shackles around her wrists and ankles, pulling the latches tight before closing the fastener.

  Now, all that was left was the silk blindfold. She took her mask off, feeling oddly naked, placed the silk over her eyes, and tied it at the back of her head, before putting her mask back on.

  Now, she had to wait, but she couldn’t sit still, wondering how she should sit on the bed and wait for him.

  Was she even supposed to sit?

  Would he approve?

  Would he expect her to put on the collar or not?

  Had she missed something on the bed?

  Quickly she got to her feet and slipped out of the heels she was still wearing. That wasn’t part of the costume, so she felt her way from the bed to the sideboard where she had put her clothes, and placed them next to it.

  Then she managed to return to the bed without hitting anything, but when she got there, she still wasn’t sure whether to sit on the bed or not. At least her hands had found the collar again.

  Belladonna was sure that she didn’t want to meet King of Diamonds standing up, so what should she do? Eventually she figured that not leaving her any instruction was because he was curious which choice she would make.

  “Oh, you,” she murmured, still torn between soft carpet and silky bed, but it was either submission or challenge.

  Which kind of ‘slave’ did she want to be?

  Thing was, when she thought about it, she already had chosen yesterday, and it was her choice that had brought her into this room wearing leather and shackles. Smiling whimsically, she crawled onto the bed, turned around and sat down, leaning on one hand and holding the collar with the other.

  Sitting in what was darkness for her, not knowing what time it was, Belladonna wasn’t sure how long she was kept waiting.

  Was he playing her?

  Or even already punishing her?

  All she knew was that her patience quickly faded, but there was nothing she could really do about it.

  So, she started to slowly count and see how many seconds she would have to wait for him.
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  One… Two… Three…

  …one hundred…

  She shook her head and was about to pull her mask off, when she stopped mid-movement. Was he watching her? She hadn’t heard him enter, but what if there were monitors? It would be logical for them to be there, because the club had to ensure the safety of everyone, but what if he was using them to stare at her at this moment?

  Belladonna let out a long and controlled breath, then tried to calm herself down. She had only counted until one hundred, what kind of self-discipline was that? So, she started again: one… two… three…

  What if he kept her waiting until she changed her mind and knelt down on the carpet, with her feet beneath her buttocks and her hands in her lap?

  Or was there a certain amount of time he had planned to keep her waiting and no matter what she did, it wouldn’t change his mind?Or what if he hadn’t even arrived yet?

  Just like the last time?

  One hundred…this time she would make it to one thousand, she promised herself…

  Inhale… One hundred fifty… Exhale… One hundred fifty one… Inhale….

  She barely noticed that she was changing her posture into something that was more comfortable, namely just the one she had thought he would like her to take on the ground.

  Inhale… Three hundred and fifty nine… Exhale

  Suddenly she heard a door opening. She hadn’t realized that the only thing she had heard was her own breathing and how relaxed and calm she had become. The noise however made her instantly tense and her heart race.

  He was here.

  “Miss?” It was the waitress, not him.

  Belladonna started to become angry about the whole situation. Was he really playing her?

  She was tempted to pull of the frigging blindfold, but what if he was still watching her?

  She cleared her throat and asked. “Yes?”

  “I apologize, there has been a delay, I was sent to inform you,” the woman said, obviously standing in the hallway not taking a step further inside.

  She better not.

  “Thank you!” Belladonna said loud and clearly in a dismissing tone.

  The answer to that was the sound of a door closing and the lock snapping shut.

  Again, she took a deep breath, calming herself down. Of course he wasn’t here, but held up at work or whatever; maybe his wife and children. Belladonna failed to catch that thought and lock it away, before it had infected her mind. What if he was a cheater?

  What if he was planning on making her the other woman? Well, he actually kind of had, if that were the case. Did she really want to go here? Was she responsible for him straying? Did she really want to know? Would he tell her if she asked? Would it make any difference?

  Once these questions were in her head, it was close to impossible to ignore them. Then again, she hadn’t cared the first time in the dark alley, or the second time. And it wasn’t as if she was planning on dating the guy. It was just having fun, enjoying hot sex, and nothing more.

  She didn’t want more, did she? This was the whole deal about this place. Getting what you needed without any strings to tie yourself down, or strangle yourself with.

  Private lives didn’t matter.

  So, what about Aquarius? Was he a cheater? She couldn’t believe that, although he had attempted to blackmail her, rather half-heartedly. Maybe he had just been testing her intelligence.

  All these thoughts weren’t what she wanted when she came here. She wanted to relax and have fun, be aroused, be fucked, and satisfied.

  Belladonna stretched out pleasurably and started to breathe and count again. Even if it took him an hour, she could use the time to relax. She definitely wouldn’t get drunk waiting on him, not like she had with Aquarius.

  Why did her thoughts return to him again? He was a douche.

  Inhale… One… Exhale…Two

  Thirteen

  Somehow Belladonna managed to stay calm and not allow her thoughts to go astray again. This was her place to be egoistical and not think about anyone else. What happened at the Alley, stayed there. This was a zone of freedom.

  Again, the silence of the room finally had taken over her mind entirely, when she felt, rather than heard something. It had to be a figment of her mind, because it didn’t sound like a door being unlocked and opened. Still, her instincts made her heart speed up and forced her to listen if the sound appeared again. Unfortunately, her pulse thundered in her head.

  “I knew black would be the right choice,” King’s voice suddenly filled the room and made her jump, started her heart beat wildly.

  Son of a… The way he sounded, he had to be smiling. Belladonna could imagine him leaning against a wall or door frame. How the hell had he snuck inside this room and up the stairs? Had he hidden somewhere?

  The shower was built from frosted glass. Of course! Her hands gripped the collar tightly as she tried to calm herself down and not hiss something crude. Somehow, she was angrier with herself than with him.

  “Have you been watching me all the time?” Belladonna asked carefully, doing her best to not let her emotions surface in her voice.

  “You know that answer already,” he stated, his smooth baritone voice felt like silk on her skin.

  Belladonna swallowed, speechless.

  Now, she could hear the steps approaching her, but she kept still, clinging to the collar she held in her hands.

  “When I invited you, I didn’t expect to have a rival,” King spoke, being closer to her than before.

  She wasn’t sure if there was disapproval in his voice; he certainly sounded as if he was lost in his own musings. Still, for her, it meant that her assumptions had been correct and it was a kind of relief knowing that he had really been the one to invite her to Dark Alley. It could have been Aquarius’ brother, for all she knew, so knowing that she wasn’t a pawn in that man’s attempt to reveal this secret club was a weight lifted from her chest.

  “You don’t have a rival,” Belladonna answered with her eyes closed, sucking in the sensation of his voice brushing over her like butterfly kisses.

  “Are you sure about that,” he whispered, coming closer and eventually breathing into her ear. “Bella?”

  “Yes,” she answered without thinking about it first and her heart started pounding wildly again.

  Was she being honest about that?

  When it came to her rational mind, it was true. She wanted King of Diamonds, not Aquarius, but a part of her was uncertain. And it has been that part that she shoved aside.

  Belladonna had expected him to comment on her confirmation, but he didn’t, at least not verbally. Instead, he took the collar out of her hands, which made her heart jump into a gallop. Instinctively she sat up straight and held still, when he was slowly placing it around her neck and patiently closed the latch.

  “You’ve been a naughty girl, Bella,” King of Diamonds eventually spoke into her ear. “And because of that I will have to punish you.”

  Belladonna froze. shivering in anticipation. She did her best to listen to the faint noises around her, trying to anticipate what King would do next. He caught her off guard when he determinedly, but gently, pulled her collar towards him, making her scoot forward on the bed, to eventually feel her way down to the ground with her feet.

  “Stay,” King ordered, and Belladonna obeyed.

  She didn’t even dare to nod to tell him that she had understood. Again, she tried her best to identify the noises she heard, but all she could come up with was a clattering noise of metal on metal. Still, she couldn’t quite imagine what this sound meant. At least until King grabbed her right wrist and pulled it up. Soon after that she heard a snapping sound and couldn’t pull down her hand. Before she realized it, both her hands were stuck above her head, yet pulled away from her torso, creating what she believed to be a V with her arms.

  “That’s better,” King commented, and the humming undertone of his voice made her body catch an instant fever, that made her blood boil and the
leather panties slick with her excitement. “That’s much better.”

  Just a moment later, she could feel his hands on her hips, then slide towards her lower back and eventually slowly claiming each of her butt cheeks. The delicate fabric of his button down shirt brushed against her uncovered chest, and she was clouded in the intoxicating scent of his aftershave. If Belladonna hadn’t already had her eyes closed, she would have done it now. There was no chance for her to escape this allure that weakened her knees.

  “Your skin is perfect,” King now whispered in her left ear, brushing it with his lips, tickling her skin with the scruff on his face.

  Again the shirt teased her body where it touched her and Belladonna did her best to even her breath, but not before sucking air into her lungs, because she had forgotten to breathe entirely. With the blink of an eye, she felt cold. His hands were gone, and the heat of his body along with them.

  “I wish I could take a picture of this,” she heard him state from further away. She could imagine him striking a thoughtful pose, with his index finger on his lips, arms crossed.

  What was even more arousing was the idea of him really having a picture of her like that on his phone, and him looking at her now and then, maybe even in an important meeting.Belladonna stood up straight again, ripping herself from her naughty thoughts, of what else he could do if he were allowed to have a phone.

  “I would say you don’t need your panties anymore,” he continued, sounding a little lost in thought, as if he wasn’t addressing her but was talking to himself.

  Belladonna could hear King’s few steps until he reached her, eventually placing his thumbs and index fingers around the rim of her leather panties, pulling them down until they fell onto the ground on their own. She expected him to tell her to kick them away, but he didn’t. Instead, she could feel his slightly rough hands carefully taking one foot, lifting it, pulling the now ruined leather off of it and placing it back down, only to repeat the same procedure with her other foot. He walked away again, probably placing the panties down somewhere, but she didn’t hear him return.