Chapter 6
All to myself
Sasha Ramirez
Iwas silent as we navigated through quiet suburbs, passing affluent homes in oak-lined streets. It was a part of town most would aspire to, and I felt out of my element, even though I was seated in the back of a limo beside a man in a tuxedo.
“Put this on,” Prince said as Horatio turned down a darkened side-street and cruised up to the curb outside an inconspicuous doorway. I glanced down at where he was holding a black satin shape glittering with sequins, and I frowned.
“A mask?” I asked as I realized what it was. He nodded, fastening a similar one without sequins over his face, then helping me with mine. Horatio was at the door, and I slid out behind Prince, reaching for his hand. He squeezed reassuringly, then turned to run an eye over me. I felt almost self-conscious in the dress he’d picked out, which was unusual because revealing clothing never really bothered me. This, however… This was pure exhibitionism.
A broad black collar was linked to a series of straps and gold buckles that supported the bodice, which cupped my full breasts. It was barely more than a bikini bra that linked to a satin skirt nipped in at the waist by a gilt-trimmed belt. The skirt was slit up the thigh all the way to my hip, and as I stepped forward, it exposed an expanse of flesh all the way to my crotch.
He ran a fingertip up my leg as I reached him. His touch slipped over the satin covering my mound, and my eyes flew wide. I looked around us apprehensively. There was no one in sight, and Horatio was looking discreetly in the opposite direction, but I was anxious regardless. And perhaps a little excited.
“You’re magnificent,” he murmured, stroking a curl behind my ear. He’d insisted I set my hair up; no hint of my recognizable mane of titian curls. “Come,” he said, grasping my hand more firmly. “Let me show you what’s inside.”
The door swung open as we reached it, and we made our way down a bare corridor. I had a sense of bass beating from somewhere within the building, but nothing gave a hint of what to expect. Until the passage broadened, and we reached two vast wooden doors. Prince raised a black card up to a small inset window. The doors opened, and a wave of sound washed over us. I sucked in a breath, but his fingers threaded through mine and he stroked my wrist with his thumb. The carpet was plush beneath my stiletto heels as we stepped over the threshold; it was too dark to see the pattern of it, though. The dim interior was lit by pulsing red lights that seemed to gleam from the walls and the ceilings of the cavernous room before us. But that’s not what drew my attention.
I was transfixed by the bodies gyrating before me. Two giant gold birdcages were suspended over a dancefloor. As we passed the closest one, I sucked in a breath. A couple was tangled in it, clearly locked in intercourse. Prince kept walking as if oblivious, and I tried not to hang back as I took it all in. There were couples in black leather, others in satin. Women in dog collars and men dressed like ponies.
“Holy shit!” I whispered and pressed closer to Prince, who was striding through it all. A sound snapped my attention beside us as a woman in a latex catsuit cracked a whip over a writhing man attached to a cross on the wall. I gave a quick skip of alarm as the whip cracked again.This is insane!I thought, relieved as he led us to a small door that took us into a quieter corridor lined with glass-fronted rooms.
It was no less alarming in here, however. Each room revealed a new scenario of overt sexuality. Medical examinations, floggings, people pleasuring one another. It was almost too much. We moved further, into a lounge area furnished with plush velvet sofas. A blonde girl was going down on a brunette on a wingback, and I averted my eyes quickly as we passed them. If Prince noticed any of it, he didn’t betray it. He was heading toward a red velvet chaise lounge beneath soft, golden lighting. He settled onto the chair and a server appeared and set an ice bucket beside the sofa.
“Champagne for my companion,” Prince said to the man, “and I’ll have a scotch.” The man nodded once and vanished into the shadows. Prince patted the seat beside him, and I sank down, trying to not stare too obviously around us.
“What is this place?” I asked. He’d settled back against the plush upholstery of the seat and draped his elbow onto the backrest. I slotted myself under his arm, seeking shelter. I carefully kept my ankles together and primly tugged the satin of my skirt over my legs. It seemed entirely ridiculous. There was a couple nearby who were openly fondling each other. And here I was worried about showing too much knee.
“It’s a fetish club,” he said, taking a glass from the server who had returned. He turned and handed me a brimming champagne flute. “Here, drink this quickly!” he urged, and I obeyed without question. He topped up my glass as I finished, and I began sipping again.
“Is this part of the introduction?” I asked, nodding toward my glass.
“Nope,” he replied. “I just thought it would help you loosen up.”
I gave a snort of laughter and almost choked on the bubbles. My cheeks flushed as the fondling couple looked over at me. The woman smiled and gave a small wink, then turned her attention back to her partner.
“Are we supposed to… What are we supposed to do here?” I asked Prince. I was almost afraid of what he might say. Would he expect me to put on a similar performance?
“Whatever tickles your fancy,” he replied. “In fact, there’s actually a room for tickling here somewhere.”
“Really?” I gawped at him.
“Yup. Wanna try it?” he grinned.
I shook my head vigorously, then stopped. “Do you?” I couldn’t help feeling like this was some sort of test and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
“We’re here for you, Sweetness,” he said, tugging my hand to his lips and brushing his mouth against my knuckles.
“And you? What do you get out of it?” I asked, curiosity piqued.
“I show you off,” he answered.
“That’s it?” I pressed. “You don’t get to get off?”
“I get off on you getting off,” he said.
“Really?” It felt a bit skewed to me, but it didn’t seem my place to criticize.
