I hand over our tickets and pay the woman. Getting in here isn’t cheap, but most of the creatures who come here live for a long time. I guess they have more than enough money to spare.
I place the white and blue band and put it on Blair’s small wrist before taking my white and red one and placing it on myself. Blair gives me a smile that makes me feel like I’m worth something, like the little assurance of only wanting her means the world. If I ever find the fucker who cheated on her, I’ll ring his neck.
Taking Blair’s hand in mine, I lean down. “You remember the rules?”
“Don’t talk to anyone else and don’t be mouthy.”
“Good girl.”
“Where do you want to start?” I ask, walking to the main room. We’re greeted by the sight of a woman on her knees, scattered rice on the floor. You can see the indents of the small grains against her pale flesh. Her knees are bright pink, she’s clearly been in position for a while. She has no clothes on except the black ropes wrapped around her tightly, showcasing her tits. Her dom, who is clearly a shifter of some sort, smiles at her menacingly as he splatters her tits with tight lashes from a flogger. Their vibe is a little more sadistic than I like. While I like inflicting some pain I don’t lean toward humiliation or pain that doesn’t lead to pleasure. The wince on her face shows this is more the type of pain not leaning in the direction of pleasure.
Blair’s mouth is hanging wide open as she takes in the show. “Holy shit. Is that what you want to do to me?” she asks. Breaking her gaze away from the couple and looking at me.
“No.”
She swallows and nods her head. I lead her down the hall. The hallways are dark, our footsteps making low noise against the wooden floor. The hallways lead us to the main stage, with plenty of seating. I sit down first and pull her down to my lap. The seats don’t have arm rests but are sturdy oak wood with black velvet cushions. This stage is simple. Lit dimly with a ring bolted to the ceiling and a wall displaying multiple toys for use. There is a couple already in the middle of a scene. I look on, knowing that this is something I would like Blair to see.
“This is more of my style,” I tell her. Spinning her around so her perfect ass is pressed against my crotch and her back is pressed against my chest. Her body on mine feels so right. I move her hair off her shoulder slightly so my lips are close to her ear.
I feel her tense as the first smack of his palm meets skin. The man is a reaper I’ve come across before, Ronan. The little thing taking his hand looks like a fairy. Haven’t seen many of them in this dimension. But she looks to be enjoying herself. Her skin is a golden brown and long braids cover her breasts as she stands on her tiptoes. Her wrists are tied with approved rope, but it appears the Reaper is using magic to not strain her wrists.
Blair’s hand grips at my thigh as we watch.
“You aren’t counting for me, little fairy, should I add twenty more?” Ronan says.
“No, sir,” the small woman pants.
Smack.His hand meets her ass cheek again and I watch as her flesh reddens and she attempts to grind her thighs together to get some friction.
His hand cups her pussy as he tsks her. “I own your orgasms for the night, darling fairy. You need to be punished. Once you’ve taken your punishment, then I’ll decide if you get to come.”
Blair grinds her ass hard against my hardening dick and I groan.
“Do you like what you see, little witch?”
“I think so,” she says.
“I bet if I slid my fingers under this skirt, I would find you dripping wet.”
She nods her head in agreement, and I kiss the side of her neck.
“Remember, we’re here to play, but we’re also here to do a job. Keep your eyes and ears open.”
She nods her head again but continues to grind against me, both of us no longer paying attention to the couple in front of us. Except for the sound of him smacking her ass ricocheting in the small space, all I can do is feel the woman who is touching me. I need more.
“Are you ready to play, pet?”
“Yes,” she says. I grab her by the waist and place her on her feet. She’s a little unsteady as she stands and begins to walk. Right into a firm chest that isn’t mine. Hair rises on the back of my neck and I can feel the heat of flames wanting to escape from my palms.
“Oh, and what do we have here?” The large werewolf asksmywitch.
I can tell that she’s really trying to be good and not speak to him. But when he grabs her wrist and looks at her bracelet, he sighs. “What a fucking shame. I could have rutted you to the next full moon.”
“Get your filthy fucking mutt hands off of me,” Blair says, snapping her fingers, which causes the werewolf to growl and clutch his hand to his chest.
“You fucking cunt,” he says in a voice that sounds more animal than human. I don’t think, I just grab him by the throat and hold him against the wall. His strength is nothing compared to mine.
“You put your hands on what’s mine, dog.”
