“We’re still talking about kink club virgins, right?”I asked, feeling the need to push back.
“I don’t know, are we?”he taunted.
I got the feeling Gregory Edge would not be the guy who would take my virginity and display it on his mantel like a trophy.However, I did get the sense he could be the guy I’d willingly hand it over to if my libido had anything to say in the matter.Even as I stood here, my hormones rioted, my body willing to accept his help in relieving the overwhelming ache, that inner turmoil that couldn’t be assuaged by a battery-operated boyfriend.
“Would you like something to drink?”Edge waved his hand toward the bar.“Everything but alcohol.”
“Is it true Trent Ramsey doesn’t allow alcohol in his clubs because it hinders one’s ability to make sound decisions?”I blurted before I could think better of it.
His sharply pointed eyebrows lowered.“It impairs judgment,” he explained, his gaze studying me as he spoke, “and in turn, impairs consent.”
Ah.That made sense.“I’m good,” I told him, willing my nerves to chill.
“Then we’ll move on to the tour.”Edge held out his big hand, signaling for me to walk in front of him.
Alrighty then.Jumping in feet first, no life vest.
I forced my feet to move, my eyes continuously scanning every inch of the club just as I’d done while I had waited for Edge to join me.
This floor wasn’t much different than any vanilla—as my brother referred to non-BDSM-related things—nightclub I’d been to.The music was loud, the people were louder, and everyone seemed to be having a good time despite the fact that there was no alcohol served.
“Would you prefer to see the theme rooms first?Or the dungeon?”
Was he still trying to intimidate me?It felt as though he was, so I figured I could give him a taste of his own medicine.
“If it’s all the same to you, I’d like to get a little taste of everything,” I said, peering up into those cool blue eyes.
God, he had pretty eyes.They were a stark contrast to his tan face, brightened all the more because of his jet-black hair and the dark slashes of his eyebrows.Although his nose was a little narrow and long, it didn’t detract from his attractiveness in the least.
“Is that right?”
His smile was both sexy and mischievous, and that tingling in my belly intensified.
He didn’t wait for me to answer before he added, “Then let’s begin, shall we?”
Master Edge’s hand moved to the small of my back as I continued to walk.I inhaled deeply, shocked by the sensation.Similar to his inquisitive gaze, his touch stirred things inside me.I did my best not to focus on how his fingers grazed the thin sliver of bare skin between the corset and my boy shorts.
“We’ll take the stairs down.”
I nodded, then headed in the direction he had gently nudged me.As we descended, the music changed.While upstairs had a club feel with techno music, this was more industrial.Darker, sexier.
I tried not to act completely surprised to see so many people in various states of undress.After all, I had read plenty of erotic romance novels that had depicted a dozen or two different clubs.While the descriptions varied in many ways, there was always one common theme: someone was undoubtedly naked.
More than one, as was the case here.
“Worried you might end up naked?”he goaded, the words spoken low in my ear.
“No, actually.”Yeah, that wasn’t exactly the truth, although the thought didn’t freak me out the way I expected.Of course, it was something I’d considered for some time.After debating as to whether or not I could go through with it should the opportunity present itself, I’d finally come to a firm decision.Yes, I could.After all, from a clinical perspective, it would be good research.
There were only a couple of people who were playing, one woman strapped to a spanking bench, another to a St.Andrew’s cross.I only knew what those were because I read so much—blogs, research papers, magazines, and yes, erotic fiction—and anytime I came across a new kink toy, I Googled it, curious as to what it looked like.Fair warning to those who hadn’t yet used their good friend Google to look up kink club apparatus: some of them weren’t for the faint of heart.
With strong fingers curling over my shoulders, Edge stepped up behind me.The position felt distinctly possessive and ridiculously sexy, but again, I knew it was another attempt to intimidate.
His voice, dark and seductively rough, rasped against my senses.“She’s completely at his mercy.Bound, gagged.”He inhaled, exhaled.“Naked and vulnerable.”
Yep.She was.
“She belongs to him tonight.Only him,” he whispered.
