Graham's Fiance (6 page)

“Just put on the dress, darling.”

She acquiesced. Put on the dress, the shoes and gloves he had packed with it. In the mirror, she looked shell-shocked. But beautiful, the dress setting off her dark beauty and the up-swept hairdo. She took a deep breath and left the cottage. As she walked out the door, Graham came toward her.

“You look absolutely beautiful,” he said. The words were echoed in the expression on his face. “Ravishing.”

Savannah blushed with pleasure. He offered her his arm and she took it, walking with him toward the footbridge. As they walked closer, the lights came up around the gazebo, revealing the chairs, the people sitting in them. A man waiting at the end of the aisle wearing a priest’s collar.

Oh my god.

Savannah’s legs trembled as she walked down the aisle at Graham’s side, the truth of where she was undeniable. In the chairs in front of the priest she saw Elise. A few people from work. Her boss. Then she saw her brother. Savannah gasped in shock, her footsteps faltering as she stared at his face.

“Come, darling,” Graham murmured. “We’re almost there.”

She forced her limbs back under control but the tears poured from her eyes. Graham squeezed her hand, his touch firm and in control as he walked her down the aisle and to their wedding.

Paris. The City of Light. Her honeymoon. A dream coming true.

Savannah sat back in the cab with Graham, her husband, by her side as the glittering Paris evening glided past their windows. She’d never been to France before, so was taking in everything about the country and about Paris in particular like a hungry woman at a buffet.

“This is so beautiful,” she breathed, staring out the window.

Graham sat beside her, checking something on his phone. As she spoke, he looked up at her distractedly then slid the phone into the pocket of his slacks. In the faint light coming into the taxi, Savannah could make out the gold gleam of his wedding ring. A possessive thrill zinged through her.

She was Mrs. Graham Victor. A wild and wonderful fantasy made reality.

After their shockingly sudden wedding, Graham had only given her a few hours to enjoy her brother’s presence before the limo arrived to take them to the airport. Even now, her head spun with the memory of the most beautiful night of her life, of Elise kissing her cheeks and wishing her happiness. Of her beautiful brother with his soft eyes and strong hugs telling her that Graham had contacted him, had paid for his trip back home in time for the wedding that had been a secret only to Savannah.

Samuel had ridden with them in the limousine to the airport and Graham had given them their privacy to talk, share hugs, and tears in the back of the long black car while he sat up front with the driver. It felt wonderful to see her brother again. Even though she knew he would still be in Miami when she returned, Savannah had barely been able to stop the tears from spilling down after saying goodbye to him again. Then she was off to Paris with her new husband.

Riding through the streets of Paris, she was able to throw off the melancholy of missing her brother and focus on the experience of being with Graham in a new place. Soon, the cab stopped. After Graham paid the driver, they stepped out onto the curb. The building they stood before was dark, a squat square with very discreet lettering in French.

Une Nuit D’amour.

“Come.” Graham took her hand and approached the arched red door.

He raised his hand and knocked in a peculiar rhythm. The door opened inward just a few inches. Enough for Graham to say something in French then the door opened completely to let them in. The interior was almost like a hotel. A narrow lobby with leather chairs, Monet prints on the walls, and the faint sound of classical music coming from somewhere deep inside the building. It smelled like pine cleanser in the little room. At a low counter, a young man greeted them. He was tall and wore a very modern black suit, complete with skinny tie and ruby cufflinks. He took a card that Graham presented to him, then waved them down the hall toward the sound of the music.

“What is this place?” Savannah asked.

“You’ll see.”

With his hand at the small of her back, Graham guided her down the hallway set with old-fashioned tiles, walls papered with what looked and felt like red velvet. The smell of pine cleanser and paper from the lobby faded the deeper they walked down the hallway and was soon replaced by the scent of candle wax and incense.

The brightness faded. Graham’s steps at her side seemed to quicken in excitement. Even his breathing changed. Then they were at the end of the hallway that split into two directions. Graham hesitated for a moment, as if he couldn’t decide where to go, then he urged Savannah to go to the left.

A deeper darkness, bass-heavy music thumping from hidden speakers. People walking around, sitting, some at the bar, their laughter ringing out, conversation. It seemed like a typical social club that Savannah had been to. Except that most of the people were in various stages of undress. Men and women in thongs, boxer shorts. Long dress shirts but no pants. There were as many bare feet as there were high heels, tennis shoes, and dress shoes.

Despite their lack of dress, the attendees of the club were carrying on as normal. At a corner table, two men played chess. One wore tight briefs over his bulging crotch, the other was completely dressed except for his shirt that was unbuttoned down to the center of his chest.

Savannah glanced sideways at Graham. He looked around him as if taking in the atmosphere, enjoying being in the same room with these people. He guided her toward a narrow door. Once they stepped through it, they found themselves in a sort of locker room. Tile floors. Metal lockers with latches and locks. Benches along both sides of the room in front of the lockers.

A few people already shared the room, men and women. All in various stages of undress. Some talked with their neighbors while others ignored everyone. A slender man was supine on one of the narrow benches, his willowy body seemingly balanced on the bench by will alone. His eyes were closed. His hands folded across his chest.

Graham guided Savannah past the man and near the back of the room. There, he chose a locker.

“This is my club. I come here whenever I’m in the city. It helps me to relax,” he said. Then he began taking off his clothes. In minutes, he was completely naked, his lean body exposed for anyone to see. In the locker room with other bare bodies, the casual glances, the lockers, his body seemed so vulnerable. The finely muscled chest, his narrow hips, the droop of his flaccid penis. Savannah stared at her husband, wondering what it was that she should be doing.

“People will invite you for sex,” Graham said. “Tell them no.”

He looked over her body, at the periwinkle sheath she’d carefully chosen for their night out.

“Take that off.”

His voice was cool, almost dismissive after his strange silence in the taxi cab. Savannah was happy she’d finally achieved her dream of marriage and a relationship of the type that best suited her, but ever since the wedding three days before, it had felt like Graham was slowly becoming a different person. He no longer complimented her on her looks or her dress. He was abrupt, almost too rough with her in bed without the love play and the subtle cues of his affection that she had been used to.

She took off the dress, leaving on her pale yellow bra, panties, and high heels. For a moment, the look in his eyes was what she was used to, warm and desiring. He touched her waist, pulled her to him until she felt the rise of his cock against her belly.

“This is a private club for people of a variety of tastes. I hope you’ll enjoy yourself tonight.”

And that was that. He released her and stepped back, closed the locker with her dress inside it and walked away, clearly expecting her to follow. Savannah followed, disconcerted by his complete nakedness and that, other than a few appreciative glances at his cock or his backside, people didn’t pay any particular attention to his nudity.

They stepped back into the sitting room with the chess playing couple and the others, then passed through it to a long hallway flickering with candles. The sound of moans and flesh on flesh contact immediately came to Savannah’s ears.

As they walked into the wide room, she saw that plush chairs lined the walls. In the chairs, couples and threesomes kissed and fondled each other. Near her, a woman sat in a chair with her legs spread wide while a man knelt on the floor, licking her pussy. Beside her chair, another man was stuffing his cock into the woman’s mouth, gripping the back of her head to slam her face down on his hard length. The woman moaned like she was having the best time of her life. The man between her legs, thin and almost feminine looking, dove even deeper in for his feast, grapping her thighs and flinging them over his shoulder as he ate her out. The noises that the threesome made were obscene and hot at the same time. Savannah had never seen anything like it before. She itched under her small clothes at the sight of them pleasuring each other, wondering if that was something Graham wanted to do. She glanced at her husband.

His cock was still hard, harder even as he walked through the room that featured every imaginable sex act, every body type. Two men leaned against the wall, one man’s face was pressed into the wall while the other pounded into his ass with an impressive looking dick. Two women writhed together on a nearby bed. A man and a woman gasped from the 69 position next to them. Moans and gasps and groans and frantic panting filled the space, swirling around Savannah in a seductive mix of sounds. Graham lightly touched Savannah’s bare side, fingers lightly caressing.

“Does this arouse you?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” She couldn’t lie. Her flesh tingled with arousal. Her panties were wet. All he had to do to ascertain the truth of her arousal was to slide a finger into her panties. She was wet enough to take the biggest cock in the world.

But she didn’t want to join these strangers, she only wanted Graham to do these things to her. He led her to a door at the far side of the room. He opened it, stepped through and pulled Savannah in with him. Silence.

In the middle of the room was a bed. On the bed, knelt a naked man tied with the same types of ropes that Graham had used on Savannah before. The man’s hands were bound together behind his back. His ankles tied, his face nearly pressed down into the mattress. He was gagged, blindfolded, his bottom red from a flogger wielded by the woman who walked lazily around the bed in her bare feet. The woman was beautiful. Tall body in a black rubber catsuit. Long hair pinned in a bun highlighting her toffee-brown face, the hard line of her red mouth. She swung the flogger lightly against her leg, surveying the man’s naked body with a smirk on her face.

The man in the bed, tied up as he was, looked as if he was in the midst of his greatest ecstasy. He seemed calm and peaceful, like he held his face under a warm sun while cooling breezes bathed his body. Was that how she looked while Graham took her? She looked at her husband.

But Graham was watching the woman. His eyes on her were narrowed in a greediness Savannah had only ever felt and seen turned to her. She fought her jealousy, but was helpless to the wicked lash of it in her belly. She tightened her fist at her side.

The dominatrix stopped on the other side of the bed. Her body was long, supple, and relaxed. Her gaze possessive as she looked over the man. Then she looked up and saw Graham. Something about her changed. Savannah could not point out what it was exactly, only that the woman no longer seemed relaxed. Her hand gripped the flogger with a desperation she hadn’t had before.

“Graham?” She said his name with a thick French accent.

When the woman said Graham’s name, Savannah felt a sinking in her stomach, a small horror.

Her husband smiled. He had only been waiting for the woman to notice him. The erection he wore proudly stiffened even more, became larger, thicker.

“Monique.”

The woman glanced briefly at her sub on the bed. Then back to Graham. She dropped the flogger on the bed and prowled toward Savannah’s husband.

“What a pleasure it is to see you.” She cupped his naked balls in her hand and squeezed.