And fuck if that didn’t make my dick twitch.
Watching her watch them turned me on more than the scene itself.
Suddenly, I could see us on that platform—bare-ass naked, brown skin glistening under red light. I wanted to fuck her right there. Wanted to drag her to that platform, pull her dress up, bend her over…
“Come on, there’s more,” Avian called, interrupting my thoughts. I cleared my throat and snatched my gaze away from Jordin before I grabbed her. We were led out the door and down a hallway, then through a set of black curtains.
This room was darker, lit only by flickering candles. Chains hung from the walls, and a faint metallic scent lingered in the air.
“This is the restraint area,” Avian said, her tone casual, like she was showing us a new brunch spot. “A lot of people like the idea of giving up control here.” Chains hung from the walls, leather cuffs dangled from metal frames in the corner, and a padded table with built-in restraints took up the center of the room like an altar.
I pointed toward the large X-shaped structure in the corner. “Yo, what’s that?”
Avian followed my gaze, then grinned. “That’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross. It’s used for bondage—keeps the arms and legs spread out, restrained. You can cuff someone to it, spank them, tease them, whatever you’re into. Classic tool for dominant play.”
I blinked. “That’s wild.”
She smirked. “You’d be surprised how many folks volunteer to get strapped up there.”
I couldn’t help but glance at Jordin again, wondering what she was thinking. Her face was calm, unreadable, but I could feel the tension rolling off her in waves. She was holding it together, only the slight shake of her hand giving her away.
Avian led us around a corner in the same room.
“And here’s the submissive section,” Avian said as we stepped in.
My eyes swept the room, trying to take it all in at once.
A woman was on her knees, head bowed as a man traced her jaw. A man in silk shorts coiled at a woman’s feet like a pet. Across from them, another girl lay with her head in a woman’s lap, eyes closed while her hair was being stroked slow and gentle. A dude stood in the corner, arms behind his back while someone whispered in his ear and dragged a fingernail down his chest. Another woman was on all fours, licking wine off a tray while her man just watched, calm as hell.
Trust, power, obedience, control.
The air felt thick with it.
Avian turned to us with a smirk, but there was something else behind it this time—something unreadable in her eyes as she looked between me and Jordin. Almost like she knew something we didn’t.
“This is where I’ll leave y’all,” she said smoothly. “Looks like you two are real interested in this room.”
Her gaze lingered on Jordin a second too long, then slid to me.
“Wait—” I started.
“Nah,” she said, waving her hand. “I know these things. This? This y’all room. Ask the attendants for whatever you want or need.” She winked and walked off.
Jordin let out a low breath, her hand brushing her hair back. “This is… a lot,” she said, her voice quiet.
I nodded, scanning the room. “Yeah. You wanna leave?”
She hesitated, her gaze moving through the room.
“No,” she said finally. “Let’s stay a bit.”
We found a small couch near the back of the room, and I couldn’t help but watch Jordin as she sat, crossing her legs and adjusting her dress, it was tight, red and hugged every curve onher body. The tension in her shoulders was easing, but her eyes were still scanning, taking in every detail.
“What do you think about all this?” I asked, leaning back casually, though my pulse was anything but calm.
She glanced at me, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “It’s… interesting.”
“Interesting how?”
