“You can be a little bit unsure, you know, Jo. You don’t have to pretend that you’re completely fine with this.” Ada smiled and squeezed her hand. “I know you. You portray what you want people to see.”
“I really am okay, Ada. If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t have agreed.” Jo scanned the space again, leaning in towards her best friend. “So, which one are you meeting tonight?”
“Oh, I don’t know her. I don’t see her.” Ada cocked her head towards one of the two doors directly across from them. “My fun happens in there.”
“What’s in there?”
“Darkness.”
Darkness? What kind of darkness was Ada talking about exactly? Actual darkness…or darkness in terms of what she was into? “Darkness?”
“Mmhmm. It’s a dark room.” Ada relaxed back against the velvet couch and crossed her legs. “You can have as little or as much as you want, but you never see the woman inside the room.” Ada searched Jo’s face, but Jo was giving nothing away. “Dark rooms have been around for a long, long time. Popular with the gay community and mostly used for group sex. This club decided to put a twist on it and make it a private room. There is one further down for those who like to drop in and get involved with more than one person, but the two ahead of us arestrictlyonly for two people.”
A thrill ran up Jo’s spine as she listened. Whatever was in that room sounded exactly like what she needed. No face…no attachment. No knowledge of the real woman shrouded in darkness…just fantasy. “And how do you go about booking one of those rooms? The private ones.”
Ada’s brows rose. “You’re interested? I thought you would have just sat back and taken it all in tonight.”
Jocouldhave sat back and done exactly that, but why would she? She’d paid a hefty sum to enter this building, and she was sure as hell going to enjoy herself here. “Why should you have all the fun?”
“No, I just…I didn’t think you’d be so up for this.”
“Ada, you had me at ‘women only’ this afternoon.” Jo had been an out and proud bisexual since she was seventeen, but she’d only been in one serious relationship with a woman. Gemma had decided once university was over that she was moving out of the country. Jo guessed it made sense, shewasan interpreter, but when they’d been together, it hadn’t seemed like a possibility that they would one day separate. “And I thinkuntil I know what I want, this sort of thing could be ideal for me. I don’t want anything serious. I only split up with Callum seven months ago.”
“You want access to one of those rooms? I mean, you’re sure?”
Jo nodded as she sipped her champagne. “I’m sure.”
“Okay, then I’m going to get you a form.” Ada grinned as she rose to her feet. “The smoking hot women in there like to know what you want. No need for small talk, you know?”
Jo swallowed as heat settled on her cheeks. She had spent a lot of time with her own body recently, but the desire burning in her right now would suggest she hadn’t had sex in ten years. Whatever was about to happen in that room…she was ready. She sat back and crossed her legs, gazing back up at Ada. “What are you still standing there for then?”
“Oh, I was just giving you a minute to come to your senses. You usually do.”
“My senses are just fine tonight.” Jo stroked a fingertip up the stem of her flute and smiled. “I’m ready for the form.”
Chapter Two
Jo stepped into the darkness,the heavy velvet curtain falling behind her as though it was sealing her in and protecting her from the outside. She had been instructed to undress and change into a satin robe some ten minutes ago, and now here she stood, the blackness before her threatening to nudge her nervous excitement towards fear.
She hesitated when Callum’s voice echoed in the back of her mind. How Jo was boring and didn’t know what adventure was. How she needed to let go and learn to live in the moment. But then a presence pulled her out of that headspace when soft, sure,confidentfingers traced over her skin.
Without a word, the woman drew her in, her warm hand gliding up Jo’s arm and leaving a path of fire in its wake. Jo knew it was the idea of being in a room like this, but she couldn’t say she’deverhad that reaction to a simple touch before. The woman had barely breathed in her space, and Jo was already soaking wet.
“May I blindfold you?” The woman asked as she brushed Jo’s cheek with a feather-light kiss. The sound of her voice had Jo on edge, that sexy, sultry tone sending the hairs on her arms upright.
“Y-yes.” Jo exhaled a shaky breath, surrendering control as she allowed herself to relax here. She swallowed down that ache of not being wanted as the blindfold covered her eyes, shutting out everything but sensation.
“Feeling okay?”
“Yes,” Jo said a little more confidently this time.
The darkness gave her a newfound freedom, and as the woman’s hands roamed her body beneath the satin she had just parted, Jo allowed herself to be touched and admired. The stranger’s lips followed the path of her fingers as they stroked over her collarbone, hot and wet against her skin.
And then Jo gasped when she felt a feather—at least she assumed it to be that—trace her sternum, then circle one aching nipple into a taut peak. When the woman’s mouth closed around it, Jo instinctively reached out and threaded her fingers through her luscious hair. She felt her smile, a light moan following when she sucked harder. The feather continued on an exploration of her body, but the woman’s lips traced a line up Jo’s throat until they stopped just short of her own lips. “You smell delicious.” The woman purred, sending Jo’s mind into a frenzy. She had the softest voice, but something told Jo that this woman knew exactly what she was doing. That she knew exactly what people were expecting when they entered this room. Mind-blowing sex. “May I taste you?”
“Mm,” was all Jo could manage, her legs trembling when she was guided away from the spot she’d been standing in, only to be eased down onto what she imagined to be a bed. The surface was plush, soft against her back, and then she felt the bed dip at her feet. Soft palms spread her legs, and then she felt the woman’s hot breath against her thigh. “Oh, fuck.”
The woman responded with a gentle bite to her inner thigh, then her fingers spread Jo’s lips, gathered her wetness, and slid inside her with confidence. Jo’s hips bucked, her back archingfrom the bed the moment she felt those hot lips envelop her clit. She didn’t want this to be over, she was only just getting started, but there was something about not knowing what was coming next that had her teetering on the edge. Right now, she was lost in every sensation…and lost in the intense heat roaring from deep within her.
