“So brave,” I murmur, fastening her cloak and slipping a mask over her eyes. It’s an elaborate, stiff lace silver one that makes her blue eyes evenmore vivid. “Pull on my hand if ye want to leave a scene, aye?”
“Uh, huh.” She squares her shoulder like we’re eighteen and heading into a mosh pit and lets me take her through the other door.
Blinking rapidly, she freezes for a moment. The main room is not for scenes. It’s a high-ceilinged chamber, with black chandeliers giving the place a low, sultry light. There are couples and thirds and foursomes kissing and writhing in dark corners, but most club members are relaxing, having a drink before moving on to the next series of rooms. There are long tan suede couches with curtains in a deep red that can be pulled across the booth for privacy.
“How much have ye had to drink tonight, Little Cinder?”
She reluctantly pulls her gaze away from two men bracketing a woman, who turns to kiss one, and then the other. “Um, just one.”
“Would ye like a glass of wine?” I squeeze her hand.
“Yes please.”
I draw her over to the glass bar that runs the length of the room. There’s a prettily painted man tending the bar. “A glass of Riesling and one from that bottle of Jameson 18 Year.”
“Of course,” he smiles, fluttering his false lashesat Scarlett. She chuckles, blowing him a kiss when we walk away.
Lightly tapping my glass to hers, I grin. It’s hungry-looking, I know. Probably unsettling. But my cock is hard enough to chop wood and this cloak is all that’s covering it. “To new experiences, love.” She smiles and gulps half her wine in one swallow. “You’re nervous, ye know I’ll take care of ye, aye?”
“Yes.” Her voice is a bit stronger now.
Two enormous bouncers wearing nothing but latex thongs, nod to us as they open another set of double doors. This room is far more industrial looking; concrete floors, all kinds of platforms and a larger stage, hooks and straps fastened into the walls and ceiling.
Scarlett straightens her mask self-consciously. “All these rich and powerful people, flaunting their bodies while hiding their faces behind their masks. There’s a freedom in that, I guess.”
I draw her over to a suspension scene, and she tilts her head trying to figure out the elaborate rope knotting. Oh, the ropes I want to wind around her perfect skin, marking it up slightly, just a welt or two for after, not letting her forget. My hand smooths over the velvet of her robe.
“Dinnae that look beautiful?” I murmur, enjoying her wee shiver. The man’s bouncing hiswrithing partner on and off his cock, her legs spread wide as he swings her back and forth in her complicated harness. “His cock pounding into her, she’s helpless to do anything but take him. Look at her face.”
The woman’s sweating, bright red, her eyes blissfully closed, mouth open as she moans and gasps.
Scarlett’s sweet vanilla and citrus scent is rising over the scent of smoke, perspiration gleaming on her forehead and neck.
“Does that interest ye?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth.
“N- not here,” she stammers and I chuckle.
“No, not here. I’d never show ye to anyone. Come now, there’s more to see.”
Scarlett…
I do not know how to process this. This is something I’d voraciously read about in one of my books that Morgan calls “lady porn.” Not in real life.
Not to me.
Cocktails with the girls… an attempted kidnapping… andnow.
Taking another gulp of wine, I look back,stumbling a little as the bound woman screams her finish.
I’d be terrified at any other time. With Wallace’s warm hand holding mine, though, I feel brave. Sophisticated, maybe.
The next room has a series of crosses, subs bound to them, stranger’s hands running over their exposed flesh. Another section has posts, one ecstatic man groaning as he’s flogged aggressively by another. A platform, where a man is setting his sub’s back ablaze-
Wait.What?
Wallace’s arms go around me again. “Fire play. It requires the deepest kind of trust. The willingness to force down your body’s instinctive resistance to flame.”
The man’s skilled hand sweeps flames across his sub’s breasts, and extinguishing them rapidly. Aside from the couple in play, the other platforms are empty and there’s a very interested crowd around them. When Wallace starts pulling me toward the platforms, I dig in my high heels. “Wait- I-”
