Zoe
Out.
Her response is immediate,but the one-word answer makes me want to put my fist through a wall.
Me
I want to see you.
Zoe
I’m busy.
Me
Doing what? Where are you?
Zoe
Don’t worry about it.
I notice the purple silent mode notification appearing after a second. It forces me to check her location. I promised myself I wouldn’t do it, and I’ve kept my word (for the most part) until now. But if she thinks she can ignore me and give me vague answers about her whereabouts, then I won’t respect her privacy anymore. All bets are off.
Pulling up the app, I zoom in on Zoe’s location and instantly recognize the club’s name. I’ve been there a few times. Taboo Touches is one of the more popular BDSM clubs in New YorkCity, and they have that reputation since their vetting process is more relaxed, especially for women. Because female clients attract more men, and that’s all this club cares about.
I take ten minutes to change into an all-black outfit, grab my access card, and head out the door.
You want to play games, baby girl? I’ll play all day and all night long. I feel sorry for anyone that lays eyes on her tonight. They’re going to wish they had stayed home and fucked their hand instead.
The layoutat Taboo Touches is similar to most kinky clubs, with the exception that the inside of this place looks super cheap. It’s as if their design budget ran out midway through and no one made the argument that an investment in this would pay off in the long run. I don’t think Aaron has ever stepped inside this place, because he would definitely bitch and complain about the owners.
The type of people who venture inside this establishment are often inexperienced or don’t know what BDSM is actually about. Which can be dangerous for someone seriously considering the lifestyle.
Zoe’s presence here indicates her lack of research. I can’t believe she would show up to a place like this without me. If I even see someone looking her way, let alone touching her, I will fuck this place up along with everyone inside of it.
I flash my access card at the door and am inside the poorly lit underground club within minutes. The bass is loud, shaking the flimsy walls as I make my way toward the bar. My night iseither going to go smoothly—if I find Zoe sitting at the bar—or it’s going to go to shit—if I have to break into every private room of this place.
I glance across the crowded bar with a slight sense of unease until my eyes land on Zoe, who is seated at the far end of the bar, across from…Via?
She’s here with her friend.
I don’t know why, but this is the last thing I expected. As I gaze at Zoe sitting at the bar, I struggle to find the right words to describe her beauty at this moment. A mix of relief and lust flood me as I adjust myself to hide the bulge in my pants.
Fucking Christ, the hold this woman has on me is well beyond ridiculous.
I could give her space for the night, let her hang out with her friend…or I could go over there and teach her a lesson about giving me a one-word answer when I ask her a question.
Leaving her alone is definitely an option, but not one I’m interested in. Plus, I have nothing better to do with my time, and I love messing with my little butterfly.
Making my way over to the very back edge of the bar, my shoulder is almost touching Via’s back as I lean on the counter. My hood is still up, and I linger for a second, eyes following the busy bartender before giving up entirely and glancing over my shoulder.
Zoe is smiling, her face buzzing with anticipation as she reacts to something Via is telling her. She seems different somehow, a bit more at ease.
I wonder if she’s thinking of me.
Zoe’s gaze meets mine, and she does a double take. I clamp down on my cheek to stifle my laughter.
“What the actual fuck!” Zoe exclaims, causing Via to turn toward me.
