“Yeah?”
“You don’t have to justify anything to me. If you are interested in them in the mental, emotional, or biblical sense, that is all you. I will not lead you into temptation. I taught you the way by now.”
“I really love you, you know?” Sophie sighed and nodded. “This time. I know I said I wasn’t looking, but I wonder if something found me. Three or four-strand braids?”
“Four, please. Well, they are the co-owners of the club. Aiden is always on the floor as a monitor or helping behind the bar. I don’t want to call him a playboy or flirt.”
“But he’s friendly.”
“Yes. Zack, on the other hand.”
“He definitely seems like the broody type.”
“He’s a sadist. I’ve seen him use subs as furniture.” Claudia gasped with glee, nearly pulling her hair from Sophie’s grip. “Oh em gee. He’d be so depraved!” If Claudia was trying to talk her out of it, she was failing. The memory of last night with the men at the club sent shivers down her spine. Aiden's skilled touch paired effortlessly with the intensity of Zack's dominance.
Sophie shrugged her shoulders. “I feel ridiculous.”
“Why?”
“Because I met a guy–”
“Two.” She would never live this down.
“T-wo guys and I’m scrambling to understand why I sound like a teenager. They sparked something, Lidia. Zack is such a mystery, and Aiden…”
“Considering I’m the impulsive one, as long as you’re not running around looking at wedding rings, I think we can say that you’re safe to explore.”
“They were the ones exploring,” she admitted softly, glad Claudia couldn’t see the deep red of her cheeks. “I’m surprised you didn’t hop into my bed at four wanting details.”
“Oh, I’ve watched them play before.” Claudia paused and tucked her knees against her chest. She moved her head, and her hair tugged in Sophie’s fingers. “Um, Soph, I don’t know if now would be the time to tell you that the balconies can be seen from the pit.”
Sophie stopped mid-braid and lowered her head against the top of Claudia’s. “Don’t tell me…” She groaned.
“Don’t worry, there aren’t any cameras at least.” Claudia giggled. “Would that help or hinder my argument to have you come in with me today?”
“Why?”
“Um, because it would be an excuse to go to the club…”
“Claudette Sylvie Monroe!” Sophie tugged the strands between her fingers and quickly finished the braid. “You’ve worked there for over a year and never needed someone to hold your hand while going to work.” Sophie sighed and gave Claudia a sheepish grin. “We’re going to need a better cover story than that.”
Zack
Tucked away in his office, Zack Kincaid sat behind his desk, a tumbler in one hand and the other gripped the arm of his chair. His fingers flexed methodically against the leather. The room was silent except for the video feed's echoes as he intently watched the couple on the screen.
“I’ve been waiting to taste you all day.”
The camera system spotlighted every angle of the newly renovated room. It was a special commission project from Wes, their woodturner, who had an eye for detail and a tastefor predicament and restrictive bondage. Mahogany walls with several I-bolt anchor points for load-bearing rings and ties. They even fulfilled the long-standing request for several points in one area for the dominants with more than one submissive.
To the far side, behind the implement cabinet, was a motorized winch with several chain points to position a submissive any way the dominant saw fit, from dancing on their tiptoes to avoid a bee-sting flogger to being suspended in rope.
Zack paid close attention to the half-dressed couple pinned against a pillar. The raven-haired woman was suspended and strapped with her knees and wrists held up by a three-point anchor point above her head—wrists together, legs apart.
“Oh fuck,” Aiden groaned, gripping her hips tighter and anchoring her to him. “Ride me, princess. You look so beautiful taking my cock. I knew you were a dirty Daddy’s girl.”
Sophie moaned, hiding her face in his shoulder, her muscles strained. Their labored breathing synced and tempoed against the hot sound of flesh meeting flesh.
“He’s watching.”
