He extended his arms, flexing to show off his power. “Welcome to Forbidden.”
But men like Trent pissed me off. If you were powerful, good for you. But there was more to power than strength and bulk. To influence someone with words was the biggest high, not by physical force. I liked to think men like Trent never came out on top.
“Thanks for helping us, Trent.” Ret pulled Alese close to his side, staking his claim, and I did the same with Izzy because I didn’t play games when it came to my wife.
“The last thing we need is a human trafficker lurking around our club. I’ll do anything to help put his ass behind bars.”
Connor stepped in front of Trent, maybe as annoyed as I was with his display of bullshit. “Let’s get inside, and I’ll give you a tour before you can spend a few hours wandering around on your own.”
“Sounds great,” Ret told him.
Connor opened the door, and we walked inside the common area with Trent close behind us.
“Matías spends about an hour in this part of the club until he convinces someone to join him in a private room,” Connor said as soon as the door closed behind us.
Forbidden was an upscale club with modern touches and one of the nicest I’d been inside of in Florida. The black marble floor and blood-red walls matched the leather furniture that was in the center of the room. On the far right was a viewing platform with a St. Andrew’s Cross and shackles hanging from the ceiling just a few feet away.
“We have a lot of members who are into voyeurism. We make sure to have plenty of areas for them to live out that fantasy.”
To the left was the bar, lining the entire wall of the club, with built-in stools and a sleek cement top. Behind the bar was a wall-to-wall mirror that could give any drinker the full view of the action going on behind them.
Straight in front of us was an area with cages and stockades.
“Ah, our area for public humiliation.” Connor came to stand next to me. “It’s become quite popular lately.”
It was one thing I could never get into. I wanted to fuck and control, not humiliate the person I was with. But there were plenty of submissives and slaves that were into that kind of thing.
Izzy gripped my arm tightly, pressing her body flush against me. “Um, fuck that.”
“Let me show you the private rooms, and then we’ll let you be to do whatever you want.”
From the outside, the club didn’t look large. But it extended into an endless maze of private rooms and smaller public play areas. Each spot had its own theme or purpose, and everything was top-notch. No cheap, shitty BDSM furniture that looked overused. The amount of furniture and apparatus in the club was mind-boggling. Cages, benches, vacbeds, and bondage chairs were everywhere, along with beds and exam tables in too many rooms to count. This was a playland for anyone in the lifestyle.
So far, the operation at Forbidden was impressive.
“Any questions?” Connor asked after we walked into the last small play area tucked away at the end of the hallway.
We stood around the circular bed that could probably fit ten people easily and must have made for quite a scene.
I pulled Izzy close, not wanting Trent to be anywhere near her. “How do you monitor everything?”
Connor crossed his arms in front of his chest and glanced upward. “All public areas have closed-circuit television monitoring, and the private rooms have cameras on the doorways with a two-way intercom in case there’s an emergency. We have designated Masters who walk the hallways and public areas at all times to stop anything from getting out of hand.”
Ret stared up at the camera as if he’d never noticed them before. “Can you show us the surveillance room?”
“Sure. We don’t keep tapes of anything to protect the security and anonymity of our members, but they’re monitored every moment the club is open for business,” Connor said, motioning for us to follow him back toward the public area where we’d started our tour.
“You like it here?” I whispered in Izzy’s ear as we walked.
“It’s amazing,” she said, looking up at me with a wicked smile. “I want to use more than a few of these rooms.”
“Maybe we’ll come back if we don’t get any time to experiment.”
“Let’s hope we catch the bastard tonight, and then we can have one day to play,” she told me as we stood outside the nondescript door.
“In here is where we have twenty monitors, along with the intercom system. It’s really an amazing thing, and I don’t know of a club within three hundred miles that has this kind of setup.”
I glanced around the room, taking in the sleek flat-screen televisions lining the one wall. “You’ve done an amazing job with the club, Connor.”
