When she noticed me walking in her direction, she started to do more nervous fidgeting, nudging Lacy with her elbow. Lacy looked up and rolled her eyes. I chuckled at her obvious disdain.
I have accepted that I may never know why she disliked me; if I’m being honest, it never really gets to me. It’s always nice dealing with the change of someone who doesn’t hang on to my every word. She gives me a challenge.
When I approached the booth, I gave Lacy a nod, which she quickly rejected with a hand wave.
“How are things this evening, ladies?” My tone was pleasant and light in an attempt to conceal the fact that I was fantasizing about doing some X-rated things with Delaney.
“Perfect, until you interrupted us,” Lacy snapped.
Delaney’s eyes widened at Lacy’s disregard.
“And what about you, Miss? Did I interrupt?” She tilted her smooth face and glanced up, searching for my hidden eyes.
“Not at all,” she nearly whispered, barely audible over the thumping bass from the pulsing rock ballad in the background.
“Dallas,” I introduced myself and reached my hand out to hers. She hesitated, then quickly rubbed her hand down the front of her thigh; with a small giggle, I nearly missed. When she finally reached for my hand, the electricity from that subtle touch shot straight through me. I brought her fingers to my mask as if I were to kiss her hand in a polite,gentlemanly gesture.
“Delaney,” she spoke, her voice shaky.
I make her nervous.
I usually liked that, but oddly, her nerves rattled me.
“Has Miss Lacy had the honor of escorting you on a tour of the establishment?” I asked once she pulled her hand back.
“Um, no, Sir,” she said timidly, looking down at her lap. A small growl rumbled from my chest at the sound of obedience escaping her lips. My cock twitched at the idea of her moaning my name.
“May I have the honor?” I asked, tilting my bent elbow in her direction. She smiled and started to stand. Just then, Lacy’s hand darted out to stop her mid-way as she mouthed words in her direction. I could tell she didn’t want to be left alone.
“Jacob here would love to dance with a beautiful young lady like yourself if you’d have him.” I gesture toward my bouncer, more of a friend, who stood close by. Like a skilled employee, he read me well and sat beside Lacy, redirecting her attention to him.
Delaney hesitated but quickly stood, linking her arm to mine as I guided her toward a hallway. We stood at the members-only entrance, a red velvet curtain tied closed by a black satin ribbon. Her eyes wandered, and her hand tightened around my arm.
I watched her intently as she immersed herself in the subdued yet thrilling ambiance. It excited me to know she hadn’t yet walked through the first portion of the club, what some might consider the foyer ofThe Dungeon. I opened my mouth to ask her if she had ever been to a kink club, but given her reaction and the gasp that escaped her lips the second I released the ribbon, my question was answered.
There you are little lamb…
Delaney
When the crimson curtain got pulled to one side, my eyes were met with a scene I had only ever read about in my smut books. I tried to keep my composure to conceal the electricity I felt buzzing inside. The last thing I wanted to do was look like a horny, eager teenager, no matter how close to the truth that actually was.
I felt the pressure of his warm hand against the small of my back as he nudged me through the corridor that connected the nightclub’s quirky atmosphere with the deviant display before me. The walls were covered in every erotic stimulator one could imagine. I recognized a few pieces that more than piqued my interest.
The curtain fell closed behind me. My breath quickened as my throat tightened with nerves, and I took the first few steps toward the darkness that enticed me. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim, luminous hues of scarlet reflecting on the black marble floors.
“Nervous?” He teased into my ear, disrupting my stream ofconsciousness.
I bit my lip and nodded in response.
“Good girrrl,” he growled closely against my hair, giving my whole body goosebumps.
The narrow walkway kept Dallas directly behind me as we took slow steps in unison toward a neatly braided satin rope that hung strategically from the center of the room.
“Whatisthis place?” I whispered to myself. I took the final step and stopped abruptly in front of it; my skin, hot with anticipation. As I halted, he pressed his body firmly against mine and reached over me to grab the thick rope in one hand, lightly tugging it.
I couldn’t help but notice how masculine his tattooed hands looked as they gripped the rope – those hands…
Breaking through my daydreams, my eyes locked onto a bright red beam of light that emerged from the ground. It illuminated the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, obscured by scarlet red velvet curtains that cascaded like crimson waves onto the floor.
