We are going to a candlelit concert of my favourite composition by Mozart. I can't believe it, but he remembered how much I love “Eine kleine Nachtmusik.” I'm not generally a classical fan but Mozart is my go-to music when I need to calm down after a busy day.
"We should be there in half an hour, sir." I bite back my giggle when Omar addresses him as sir. Suddenly the word has a completely different feel to it. Ben eyes me and winks. I'm sure he knows exactly what’s going through my head.
"Thank you, Omar," he replies. I straighten my dress a bit. I have been working from home as it’s Friday and sneakily booked in a two-hour meeting with Samira at the end of the day, which I used to model different outfits for her on Zoom. I’m not a girly girl by any stretch of the imagination so my wardrobe is limited, but eventually I found a dress I wore three years ago to someone's wedding and by a miracle it fit and actually looks quite sexy. It’s black, has an A-line skirt, and shows just enough of my chest to transform it from dreary to daring. I also played around with a chiffon scarf and used it to tie my hair back in a way that looks playful but elegant (Samira’s words). When Ben, who had been at the office all day, picked me up from his house, he almost dragged me off to the bedroom for a quickie, which I took as a good sign.
Ben's hand is gently stroking my knee. I’ve already had to push his hand back down twice because it was wandering up under my skirt and I won't let him finger me here, right next to his driver. We are only in an SUV after all, not a limousine where we can shut ourselves away. I peek at the books on the passenger seat next to Omar.
"What are you studying?" The titles of the books don’t sound familiar.
"A Master’s in Development Studies, I'm in my last year," he confirms with a proud smile on his face. I try to judge how old he is. He doesn't look much younger than we are.
"That's so exciting."
"I think so. Lots of people don't understand why I started to study this late in life, but I believe it's never too late to do the things you want," he grins.
"Couldn't agree more," Ben mumbles. I look at him but his gaze is directed at the window. Did he mean us or the direction he’s taking his company in?
When we reach Brighton Pavilion my jaw almost drops like in one of those silly cartoons. I had heard about the building but had never seen it in the flesh, so to speak. Talk about a place that screams 'fancy.' The sparkling white minarets and domes give off serious fairytale vibes, making me wonder if I've accidentally stepped into a magical realm. The building looks like an Indian or Oriental palace and carries an air of One Thousand and One Nights. We stop at the entrance to the garden, and I'm sure in the summer it’s filled with flowers. Now, at the end of February, it's almost bare, with the odd spring flower coming through, but it’s not difficult to imagine the place in bloom.
"This is amazing," I whisper as Ben helps me out of the car. He waves off Omar, who will set himself up in a coffee shop somewhere to study, and takes my hand.
"It is, isn't it." He agrees and gives me a warm smile before cupping my face and kissing me. I don't think there’s been a minute since we left where he hasn't touched me. It's like he needs the contact to make sure I'm really here.
"And the concert is in the Pavilion?" I wonder what it will look like on the inside.
"Yes, come on." He pulls me through the main entrance. Ben is wearing a dark suit and he looks hot. Truth be told, I like him in his casual clothes, but jeez Louise he looks delicious in formal wear.
"Good evening, sir," the usher welcomes us. I giggle and Ben gently squeezes my hand. We are directed along a corridor decorated almost entirely in red and gold until we get to some open double doors. Outside them is a small bar and next to the doors is a sign saying Music Room. "Darling, before we go in, I want you to take this. Go to the Ladies room and put it in." Ben holds out a velvet bag the size of my hand.
"What is it," I ask as I reach for it. When my fingers close around it, I feel the outline of the item in the bag and blush. "Ben!" I hiss.
He chuckles and places a kiss on my nose. "Be a good girl and put it in so you can have some public play," he whispers. He remembered that as well. I give him another look before heading towards the toilets obediently.
Heat is pooling between my legs, and I hope that means I'm getting wet because I'm going to need the lubrication.
I carefully push the door open and listen. Nobody else seems to be in the loos and so I quickly slip into the first cubical and lock the door. I take a seat on the toilet. Might as well pee whilst I'm here.
I peek into the bag and see a weird u-shaped vibrator. I have seen them before but they confuse me so I’ve never ordered one. I stick to my classic rabbit.
Just when I pull it from the bag someone stomps into the Ladies room and I almost drop the vibrator. I freeze on the toilet with the sex toy in my hand. God, please don't let there be an emergency or something right now. The person takes the cubical next to me and starts to pee loudly. I heard a horse pee once and it wasn't as loud. Eventually my cubical neighbour flushes the toilet and heads out of the bathroom. Without washing her hands, I'd like to add.
I return my focus to the vibrator and try to work out which end goes where. Maybe it doesn't matter as they look almost identical. One end is a bit flatter than the other, but that's the only difference I can see.
Me
I don't know how this works?
I stare at my phone and wait. I can see when Ben reads my message because the tick turns blue but he doesn't reply. Bastard!
I'm about to give up and just try it when there’s a knock on the door to the toilet before it’s pushed open.
"Amelia?"
"Ben," I whisper shout. "You can't be here!"
"Open up," he demands from outside my cubical.
I rip the door open. "Ben!"
"Go in," he gently pushes me back into the cubical. I suddenly remember that I haven't flushed yet and slam the toilet seat lid shut in panic.
"Don't look." I hiss. Ben shakes his head at my antics and holds out his hand.
"Give me the vibrator." He demands and, like a good submissive would, I hand it over. What's the point of pretending to fight him on this? I want this after all.
"Lift your skirt."
"Ben, what if someone comes in?"
"I have an usher waiting outside. He thinks you’re not feeling well," is all he says. I grab the hem and hold it up for him.
"Spread your legs, darling," he commands. I cautiously do as I’m told and he pulls my knickers from my body. He slips one end of the vibrator in his mouth before pulling it back out. I can see it glistening with his spit. He gently pushes the now wet end of the vibrator into my pussy. I gasp and my hands land on his shoulders to help to steady myself.
"Right, and this end goes here." He places the flat end against my clit. "How does it feel?" he asks.
"Full," that's really the only word I can describe it. It had looked so small in my hand, but inside me it’s definitely noticeable. Frankly, I'm questioning how I’ll be able to walk with it.
"Good." He kisses me and unlocks the cubical. "Let's go." I take a few steps from the confined space. Uh-oh, yup, I can definitely feel that. The part inside my pussy is rubbing against my inner wall whilst the flat bit gently slides over my clit. I carefully walk to the sink and wash my hands.
"Oh, wait." Ben steps back into the cubical and flushes the toilet. I'm mortified. I don't want to look in the mirror because I'm sure I’m as red as the corridor outside the toilet door.
"Come on, darling," he takes my hand and drags me out of the bathroom. A young guy with glasses looks at us.
"Thank you so much, she’s feeling a lot better," Ben says smoothly and holds out a twenty-pound note for the usher. He thanks Ben profusely and shuffles off.
"You’re crazy, I hope you know that," I whisper as I walk past him towards the doors to the music room. Suddenly there’s strong vibration in my pussy and on my clit, and I almost topple over against the bar. I straighten myself and look at Ben.
"I'm in control, darling," he says and pulls out a little oval plastic thingy the same colour as the vibrator. He has a remote for it. Oh shit!
My heart pounds with anticipation. We’re seated on plush velvet seats in one of the most impressive rooms I have ever seen. It’s an opulent and extravagant space showcasing intricate details and vibrant colours. Large glass chandeliers hang from the vaulted ceiling. The dome is covered in paintings and the walls are adorned with richly patterned wallpaper. Some of the pillars have snake ornaments on them and stained-glass windows allow light in. The edges of the room have been roped off, probably to stop people from touching the historic wallpaper.
Behind the rope hundreds of LED candles give a warm glow to the room. I assume this is a measure to reduce fire risk―who wants hundreds of open flames in a room like this?―, but artificial candles don’t take away from the magical atmosphere. It is simply breathtaking.
Ben and I sit smack bang in the middle of the room and we are surrounded by people. I really hope he’s not planning on using the vibrator here. I look over at Ben and he gives me a mischievous smile in response. A tingle of excitement runs through me. Ahem, maybe I don't think it’s a bad idea after all?
The lights dim and members of a small orchestra step onto the stage. The opening notes of the first movement of Mozart’s “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik” fill the room. This part of the serenade is fast-paced and I feel myself relax into my seat. The music is beautiful, each note floating through the air. I close my eyes and let it wash over me as a sense of calm settles in my chest.
But as I start to drift off into a world of music and daydreams I feel a gentle buzz against my clit. My eyes snap open and I look at Ben in surprise. He winks at me and reaches into his pocket, pulling out the small control.
