The guard opened a concealed door for me, held it for me just as the big teddy bear man had.
He smiled. “Be careful, little one.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I walked away from him as quickly as I could without running. He would probably assume I was scared of the big, bad man. Really, that was true. More that his boss might order him to kill me before I could leave the building and tell anyone else what I had seen.
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure the door had closed behind me. Yes. Good. Unfortunately, I looked around, really looked. This was not where I had been before. This the main room we had passed when first entering the club. The one they'd walked by and ignored. The room with a lot more people. A lot more.
This was the room where big teddy bear man had ignored his subs pleas and turned his back into a mishmash of hot, red welts. Like mine.
The music was loud. People were writhing and kissing, nearly fucking on the dance floor. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. Instead, my gaze traveled from one erotic experience to the next, the images I’d found of the queen and princess fading to the background as I watched these Viken people embrace their bodies and their pleasures without holding back. Geros’s Seed Power flared again, sending heat to my core, my breasts.
God how I envied them. Every single one.
None of them had been raised Catholic. That was for damn sure.
There was nothing to do but wait for Mal and Geros to find me. Well, nothing important enough to drag me away fromthis.
Within five minutes I’d been asked to give one man a blow job while his gay lover watched, invited to join a group of seven very enthusiastic--and very public--lovers switching partners and laughing as they sipped wine and fucked. I made my way close to what I knew was the entrance and came upon a space with one man and two women tied to poles, their wrists bound, their naked backs exposed for their masters’ whims. One was being tickled with a feather. Another flogged--as I had been. Damn it all, my pussy got wet all over again watching them.
The need for a bite of pain with my pleasure had scared off more than one potential boyfriend. So I’d learned to bury it, only indulge when I was alone. Which sucked, but I’d never been able to trust anyone enough to show them my darkness. My need. I’d been taught my whole life that it was wrong. But here? Now? No one passed judgment. Sex was sex. Pleasure was pleasure. No one seemed to care about anything but enjoying themselves. Not like the human men who found me odd, or dangerous. Who turned away.
Mal didn't turn away.The thought rushed into my head like an unwanted bomb exploding. No, he'd somehow known what to do to make my body sing.
Well, he had spent over an hour questioning me about every lover I'd ever had. What I'd tried and what I'd not. How he'd known to order Geros to be a bit rough, I had no idea. I had been very careful to keep my darker urges out of that conversation
So he’d had a lucky guess. Or perhaps that was just the wayhewas, whatheliked.
I would tell him nothing. Moderate myself. Stay in control. I wasn't keeping them. I wasn't staying on this planet. They weren't mine. Acting otherwise was a recipe for disaster.
Speaking of my colleagues slash sex partners, where were they? Why was it taking them so long to find me?
7
Mal
The music wasloud and the crowd was thick as Geros and I pushed our way through the club. We were both frantically searching for Smith, who had entered the Subs’ lounge and never came back out. Geros did little to hide his frustration, but I was watched here. If I acted like a lovesick fool or showed any fear, it would be noted, gossiped about and possibly put Smith in danger.
That was unacceptable.
“I knew this was a bad idea. We never should have let her go in there alone.”
“It’s their safe space, Geros. Doms are not allowed for a reason.” Mostly because not one of us could tolerate the idea of another Dom having unsupervised access to our subs. But we told ourselves the lie and the subs did seem to enjoy relaxing in one another’s company.
As we made our way through the sea of people, the mix of perfumes, colognes and sex grew thick and heavy. The overpowering scent revolting after being in a room with Smith and her sweet, wet pussy.
I knew Smith was a professional. On Earth. But this was Viken. This was not her world. This club? Nothing she’d spoken of when I interviewed her even came close. She’d been locked inside her body, holding on tight. I’d cracked her shell tonight. Created an open wound that would need tending. That hadn’t been my intention, but I’d looked into her eyes and instinct had taken over.
I’d been a fucking selfish idiot. I’d never done this before, broken a sub and then not been there to hold her, to put her back together again. Stronger. Wiser. More comfortable with herself and her needs.
I’d cracked Smith open and sent her out to hunt for assassins and traitors. If she was hurt because of me, I would never forgive myself.
And somethinghadhappened to her. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. She’d been gone too long. I needed to find her. I needed to know she was unharmed.
Geros was in a similarly remorseful state, his mind consumed with worry as he scanned the faces in the crowd. “I never should have accepted her offer. She wasn’t in her right mind.”
“She was.”
“No, Mal, she wasn’t. I listened to your conversation with her. She’s never been to a place like this. She’s never been flogged or hurt in any way. What the fuck was I thinking? I didn’t hold back. She wasn’t prepared properly. I hurt her.”
