I can’t help but watch too, sucked in by their movements and moans.
A hand slips into mine and squeezes. “Ours,” the voice whispers.
Callum.
“Yours.” I wink back.
We pass the people in the dry pool and enter a set of other doors, and I can’t help but wonder how long this building is. We have to be coming to the end soon. Why am I thinking about the length of this building? Because it’s better than thinking about the man with horns jacking off?
This room has about ten or so people in it, with three wearing masks and is decorated in golds and reds, a stark contrast to the room we just left. In the left corner is a small bar, while on the right are two large doors.
Sammie must see me looking and answers my unasked question. “Those are viewing rooms for our voyeurs and exhibitionist.” She pumps her eyebrows, and a blush tingles my cheeks. “Upstairs are Eden’s private rooms.”
When I look up, I see four rooms, two on either side.
“Two are setup like your standard rooms and the other require a two-hour lead on reservation so we can customize to their specifications. Swings, St. Andrew’s Cross, ropes. Whatever their heart’s desire.”
“It’s beautiful here.”
“It’s Eden.”
“That it is…”
“Shall we get ready for the Shibari demonstration?”
I nod and we follow Sammie and sit our empty champagne flutes down on a table. In less than thirty seconds, someone appears from behind another hidden wall and carries them off.
“Are they robots?” I ask, half teasing and half serious.
She laughs and says no, but does not elaborate.
When we get back to Allure, we follow her down another hall on the other side of the main area. There are two large rooms, one that appears to be closed, and another that seems to be standing room only, with the exception of ten blocked off seats in the front.
“Those will be our seats tonight, usually reserved for our upper tier members.”
We take our seats in the front row, and I can’t help but look around the room. There are about thirty or forty people here, some sitting and others standing in the back.
“Seems to be a popular demonstration,” Emmett asks.
“It’s one of our newer ones and yes, it has been quite successful.” She turns to me. “Have you decided if you want to demo?”
My teeth scrape over my bottom lip as I look between the guys, looking for any clue as to how they feel. I want to scream yes! Yes, I want to demo, but I also don’t want to step out of line.
“Go ahead,” Callum encourages.
I look at Jax whose lips are pinched in a hard line, then to Emmett who shrugs and lastly to Knox, who is as giddy as a squirrel in a nut shop.
I nod. “Yes. I would like to demo.”
A smile spreads across Sammie’s face. “Excellent. Once you’re done. I will show you the downstairs. Something tells me you will like that area even more.”
EVERLEE – KNOTTY THOUGHTS
Thelightsdim,anda figure walks onto the stage, pausing under the center light. Her hair is pulled back, and she’s wearing thigh-high boots and an inch wide leather strap that is crossed all over her body, covering her nipples and her vagina. She’s stunning.
“My name… is Madame Dubois and I’m here to teach you the art of Shibari.” She continues to talk, laying out ground rules and safety precautions. “Now. I believe we have two volunteers.” She turns to face Knox and me, then smiles. “Yes. They will do nicely.”
We walk on stage and the nerves that are turning my stomach are slowly being replaced by something else. There’s an electricity flowing through the room and it fills me. Gives me life.
