“It’s my pride and joy.” He smiled brightly. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Trent and I have a few things to discuss. We’ll let you be, and feel free to holler if you have any questions.”
“Thank you,” Ret said, looking between the two men before they walked out.
“Should we set up camp in here?”
I rubbed my face. “I think it’s best if one of us is on the floor while someone is in here surveying the entire club.”
“We’ll be in the club,” Izzy said quickly, a little too overeager but completely in step with her personality.
“Works for me. Let’s walk through it a few more times until we have the layout memorized, and then we can leave for a few hours. They don’t open until eight.”
“Just enough time to get ready.” Izzy laughed.
I peered down at her and gripped her ass roughly in my hand. “Woman, it better not take you seven hours to prepare.”
“Baby,” she said, running her fingernail down my bicep. “Not all prep is bad.”
If prep meant my cock inside of her, I was all about her taking her time. “Whatever you want, doll.”
“Let’s do this,” she said, walking out of the room before the rest of us and leading the way like she always tried to do.
Izzy
Ipulled at my collar, feeling like it was more a noose than a decoration. It never bothered me before, but Forbidden was so crowded that I felt claustrophobic. I’d been touched by more people walking by than I had been the last time we visited Disney World.
Based on the number of people here, I’d say it was the most popular place in town and that it had become a destination spot for people in the lifestyle who visited the area.
Connor decided to join James at the bar for a drink while Ret and Alese manned the security room. I sat behind James, kneeling on the floor in the shadows. The dim lighting near the bar area allowed me to look around without being caught by other Masters scattered throughout the common area.
Matías hadn’t shown his face yet, but the night was still young. My knees ached, and I hoped I wouldn’t be sitting like this for the next six hours. But at least the scenery was spectacularly sexy.
I just couldn’t watch the people who were being put into the stocks and other contraptions to be humiliated. I couldn’t wrap my head around why they found it a turn-on. The last thing that made me want to come was when someone was telling me what a slut I was and trying to shame me as I kneeled naked and in front of a group of people.
The stage directly across from me had already had one couple use the St. Andrew’s cross, and after a quick cleaning, a new twosome stepped up on the stage. This time, a woman wouldn’t be tied to it, but a man. The Domme had on a tight black corset with her breasts spilling out over the top and a pair of skintight black leggings that were partially covered up by her freshly polished over-the-knee boots.
She looked powerful, amazing, and completely in charge of the man. He stared at the floor, stripped bare and waiting for his whipping, and he didn’t make a sound as a crowd gathered around the staging area to watch. I almost felt bad for him, but his hard-on told me he was enjoying every minute of it.
I was lost in the scene before me, forgetting that I was supposed to be looking for Matías, when James tugged on the leash, yanking my head sideways. I couldn’t help myself as I glared up at him and snarled.
Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he pinned me with his icy stare. “Watch for him. We can’t take our eyes off the real reason we’re here,” he said.
I sighed and went back staring from the shadows and surveying the room. But my eyes kept drifting back to the man being whipped and then fondled and the group of people whispering to each other with excited smiles as they watched.
Minutes later, James yanked the chain again, but this time I couldn’t keep quiet. “What the fuck?” It just came out. I couldn’t stop it no matter how hard I tried to remember that I wasn’t to speak unless given permission.
A pair of shoes stepped into my line of sight. A very expensive pair of shiny black shoes, probably Versace, based on the details. Slowly, my eyes traveled up the man’s well-tailored dress pants to his expansive chest and settled on his face.
Matías.
“Are you being mistreated, li’l one?” he asked in a thick accent with his cold, dark eyes boring into me.
I turned my gaze downward. “No, Sir.”
“I’ve been watching you for some time,” Matías said.
James had already swiveled around on the stool and was standing to my side. “Can I help you?” He wrapped the leash around his hand two more times, shortening the space between him and me.
Matías motioned to me with his hand. “It looks like your submissive is unhappy.”
