I swallow against the ball lodging in my throat as my eyes lock onto the blonde beauty sitting between a well-dressed girl and a guy in red leather pants. I know her. Know all three of them.
Fucking Elodie.
Why is she here? God. Vulnerability radiates off her. She does not belonghere.
And she has no idea I'm involved in these clubs. There’s a reason for that. I can see the tension in her shoulders from across the room. I know her body like I know my own pulse.
I know her friend Anna next to her as well. Good kid, gives Elodie a little bit of reality she needs but also pushes her to dance with more real life than sometimes makes me comfortable.
The guy with them is Jeremy. I don’t know him as well. Elodie talks about him and I’ve seen him around the house. He's no threat. She's not his type.
Still, seeing her walking in here in that fuck me dress and make me come heels turns my stomach inside out and turns my fingers to fists. Because there are going to be dicks out in here pretty soon, and God knows what else.
I know most of the regulars here and a fresh sweet tart like Elodie? Most of these guys as dominant and controlled as they may be, would give their left nut for a taste of her lollipop.
She's focused on Leo as he speaks. I battle the blood rushing to my cock which is already tenting my black slacks. Something that for me, has never happened here. In a club like this, it wouldn't raise an eyebrow.
Her wide, naive eyes dart around the room. I'm in the farthest back corner, in the shadows. She can't see me. But she's under a bright light, and other male patrons are already zeroing in on her. Drooling. Lusting.
And, not just for sex. Dominants crave other things and a blank slate of sweetness and insecurity is just the ticket to make them feral.
Leo's voice cuts through my growing madness.
"Okay, everyone, now that we've got all the legalities out of the way, we're ready to start. Understand that now you're here, you get to choose kink or dare. If your name is called, you have to choose one. You have a safe word, which you’ve been instructed how to use, but you do have to participate in your turn. Once your name is called, you're in. Now, let's go.
He claps his hands. One of the staff steps up with a black leather box. Leo reaches in and pulls out a red scrap of paper.
Elodie tugs at the ridiculously short hem of her red dress as pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock. God, her ass is something else. Her tits are things only a god could have created.
Leo's voice hits me again. This time straight in the chest.
"Our first lucky newbie tonight is... Allegra. Allegra, where are you?"
Most people don’t use their real names when they come here, especially not for the first time. Many of the members never use their real name inside the walls of the club.
This is a safe space, somewhere to be yourself without fear of being doxed at work or when you’re picking out the perfect cucumber at the grocery.
Somehow, though, I already know,she’sAllegra.
Every fiber of my being goes rigid. Sure enough, I watch both her friends push and pull her tiny, lithe body until she's standing, giggling, cheeks as red as stop signs, knees pressed together, fingers over her mouth.
This is a fucking nightmare.
Leo grins and chuckles as another staff member stands on his other side with another box. He reaches in and pulls out a black slip of paper. I know exactly what's coming.
"Okay, Allegra, you need to decide. Kink or dare?"
Both friends shout, "Kink!" while Elodie keeps her fingers pressed to her lips. Leo watches her patiently.
"Allegra, my friend, you need to say the word. Is kink what you want?"
She turns to her friends, then back at Leo, and gives him an almost imperceptible nod.
"Our first participant chooses kink. And your kink master for tonight, and the kink you'll be engaging in is..." He unfolds the black slip of paper and chuckles. "Sir Richard, and position control. What a great way to start the evening."
I've known Sir Richard going on five years. I already know exactly what this means. And there is no fucking way he's putting his hands on her.
I'm moving through the crowd, focused on my niece as the room hums around her.
