Risqué Business (Club Risqué #8)

Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

M elody smiled at him, her eyes sparkling with love and anticipation. “Our turn,” she whispered.

Micah nodded, taking her hand in his. He led her to an empty space in the room - their stage for the night. He’d had plenty of time to think about this, and there was a hum of anticipation in the air as they prepared for their scene. Melody felt a thrill of excitement. She trusted Micah completely; knew he would always keep her safe.

The room fell silent as Micah turned to face Melody, his intense gaze pinning her in place. And then he began.

His hands reached out to touch her gently, the first step in their own personal dance of power and surrender.

For Micah and Melody, it was always more than just a kink scene. It was an expression of their bond, their love, and the trust that tethered them together. It was a dance without music, a poem without words.

Micah's fingertips traced a path from her shoulders down to her wrists, instilling a sense of tranquillity only he could provide. His touch was as familiar to her as her own heartbeat, yet every time it felt like something new, something exhilarating.

Something special.

Melody closed her eyes as Micah moved behind her, threading his fingers into hers and lifting them above her head. She felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He spoke softly into her ear, his voice laced with authority and affection. "Trust me," he murmured, a phrase that had become their mantra.

“Always.”

A blindfold slipped over Melody’s eyes, rendering the world black but accentuating every other sensation she experienced. The thrill of the unknown made the anticipation all the more delicious. His fingers began their journey, removing her clothing, piece by slow piece, until she stood naked before him.

Micah traced the lines of her body with a long, soft ostrich feather. Every stroke sent waves of pleasure through Melody's body, each one carefully orchestrated by Micah. He knew where to linger and where to skirt past lightly, keeping her guessing and building up to an emotional crescendo.

Their shared understanding made them draw strength from each other, the room dissolving around them as they sunk deeper into their intimate symphony of trust and love.

The feather danced over her collarbone, then dipped lower, teasing the swell of her breasts. He continued, letting the feather skim down her stomach and over her hips, each stroke raising goosebumps on her skin. He knew exactly what he was doing - pushing her to the edge of ecstasy and pulling her back again. And always oh-so-very softly.

Then suddenly, the feather’s touch vanished. Melody whimpered softly, yearning for his touch. But Micah had other plans. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. "Patience," he chastised lightly.

And then she felt it. A gentle whisper of silk as he draped it across her shoulders, his fingers tracing down her arms as he tied it securely around her wrists. The knot was firm yet gentle - a symbolic representation of their connection.

Melody let out a shaky breath, loving how alive she felt. The sensations Micah could bring her with just the gentlest of touches. She surrendered herself completely to him. Wholly and without reservation. He was her saviour in so much more than the literal sense.

Micah took a step back, admiring the beautiful woman before him who was his and his alone. They’d been through so much together.

A moment passed in silence as he took in the sight of her, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, the silk wrapped securely around her wrists. She was his masterpiece.

He leaned in, his lips hovering just millimetres away from hers. "I love you," he whispered, the words barely audible yet carrying the weight of his emotions. Melody’s breath hitched at his confession - it wasn't new, but every time he said it felt like the first.

And then he kissed her. It wasn't frantic or hurried but slow and languishing, a kiss that spoke volumes about their love for each other. It was a dance of their lips that played out like an intimate ballet just for them as they lost themselves in each other.

For Melody and Micah, this was more than just an act of passion – it was an affirmation of their love; raw, beautiful, and utterly captivating. A testament to everything they'd been through to bring them to this moment.

Micah chose a soft, suede flogger from the array of impact toys available. Each tail was calculatedly gentle, designed for sensation rather than pain. It was what they both preferred - a dance of pleasure, not torment. Melody had already had too much of that in her life.

He stepped back, flogger in hand, giving Melody time to adjust to their new dynamic. The shift from tender lover to commanding Dominant.

Micah swung the flogger lightly at first; each strike a feathery touch designed to send waves of hedonistic delight through her body. The suede tails of the flogger caressed her skin like a lover's touch. Melody sighed appreciatively, leaning into the sensations instead of flinching away, and she let herself float in it, little sounds escaping her lips every now and then.

Micah steadily built up the intensity, watching his wife carefully. They hadn’t had much opportunity to play at the club since their baby was born.

Lately, life had been filled with late-night feedings, dirty diapers, and the soft lullaby of their baby's coos. Despite it being his job, as a couple, Club Risqué had become a part of their past that danced along the edges of their new reality. As parents, their lives had shifted to focus on nurturing their child, leaving little time for anything else.

But tonight was different. Tonight was for them. Not just him and Melody, but all the couples here. A chance to reconnect in a way they hadn't in far too long.

Micah let the flogger kiss Melody's skin a bit more firmly. He could see her body responding to his touch - her breath hitching, lips parting slightly as she leaned into the sensations he was delivering.

He revelled in her sounds - each gasp, each sigh; music played straight to his heartstrings.

Moving closer behind her, he trailed the suede tails of the flogger down Melody’s spine. Her shudder was palpable as he whispered thickly into her ear, "How are you feeling?"

"Good," she murmured in response. And he knew she meant it - not just physically but mentally, too. There was something cathartic about being here again after so long, about reclaiming the part of their relationship that they had let slip away for so many months.

He knew everyone here probably felt exactly the same.

Micah’s heart swelled with affection as he continued his assault on Melody’s senses. As he watched her fall deeper into the sensations, letting herself drown in the feelings he was drawing out of her with each soft touch of suede against her skin.

God, he wanted her!

Suddenly not being inside her seemed like an injustice he couldn't bear any longer. He tossed the flogger aside, his eyes never leaving her body. His fingers danced over the silk knots at her wrists, releasing them in a few swift tugs. Melody's hands fell to her sides, a soft sigh of surprise escaping her lips.

“Turn around,” Micah commanded gently.

She complied without hesitation and Micah gently removed the blindfold, allowing Melody's eyes to flutter open slowly. As though seeing him for the first time that night, Melody looked into Micah’s eyes. It was a gaze that held so much love and trust that it made Micah's heart clench in his chest.

Without breaking eye contact, he drew her closer to him by her hips, and she willingly stepped into his embrace. Their bodies fitted together so perfectly it felt like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. He leaned down to capture her lips – this time with more ardour and urgency than before. She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck and Micah found that all he wanted to do was make love to his beautiful, resilient wife.

He looked around him at the couples here. Good friends, all of them. Fellow parents and families.

People who, like him and Melody, had been on a roller-coaster ride of transition from passion-filled nights at Club Risqué to the ceaseless demands of parenting and family life. He saw in their eyes the same mixture of exhaustion and fulfilment, the same yearning for moments like these where they could remember who they were beyond being parents.

But each and every one of them had fought for their own happy ever after.

And now they were all living the dream.

The family first, but still kink-filled dream.

What better dream could there be than that?