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She grows indignant. “It’s the only rule for Sin. You can knot her ass if you want, but not the vag. You want a pussy knot, you get one of our subs.”

My mouth wags silently.

What the fuck is this?

We have to play along for now.

I open my mouth to respond, when the hag interrupts me. “She’s checked regularly.”

What the shit?

Straightening, I nod at her, stretch the smile on my face again. “Your establishment, your rules.”

Seemingly satisfied, Mama taps her screen some more and gestures to one of the bouncers. She whispers in his ear, and he disappears at the back of the club.

“She’ll be ready for you in thirty. We close at five.”

A true grin creeps across my face and I drop the second roll of hundreds directly in her hand.

“A pleasure.”

I’m led to sit in a chair outside a corridor to wait the longest thirty minutes of my life until the bouncer Mama had spoken with steps over the threshold and waves me to follow. I stand, adjusting my suit, and tail the man.

The corridor is narrow, and as we walk along it, we pass a total of four doors, two on either wall. When we reach the final door on the left, the bouncer knocks twice, pauses, knocks a third time.

It’s all very cloak-and-dagger, but I mostly appreciate that he’s taking her safety into consideration.

The door opens, and I step back from view, feign moving out of the bouncer’s way to let him pass and return to his post. Once he’s gone, I enter the room and shut the door behind me immediately before turning around.

The interior draws my attention first, all red and black and chrome, like the rest of the establishment. There are normal things I’d expect to see here, like a couch and a bed, and a table with various BDSM implements neatly lined up on it. But there are many other things to see, like a large hot tub at the back, a stripper pole on a platform in the center of the room, some kind of cushioned device with a hole at the top that’s big enough to fit a body.

That’s for you to lie in and eat her pussy from below.

Ah. Of course.

“What are you doing here?”

Sin’s words come out as some sort of hybrid shriek-hiss, and truly, it’s adorable.

She stands rigidly at the center of the room, her long black and blue hair pulled into ponytail high on her head, letting the locks cascade down the back of her neck and shoulders. Her makeup is light, letting me really see her gorgeous face, and how her eyelashes alone frame her bright blue eyes and make them pop.

But her outfit… good gods.

The form-fitting matte leather catsuit is like something out of an erotic action film. She looks ready to drop from the ceiling on a tether to steal precious artwork, then make the guards beg to come after.

I rush to her, unable to stop myself, and not wanting to try. I pull her into my arms, lean my cheek on top of her head and breathe in her delicious scent.

She’s stiff as a board at first, but the longer I hold her, she begins to melt into me, making my cock stiffer and drawing a purr from my chest.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she breaths into my shirt.

“Why not?” I smooth her hair with the palm of my hand.

Sin leans back to look up at me, her gaze narrowing. “I have a better question. How did you know where to find me?”

Ah, yes. That.

“You weren’t very difficult to find, love.” I press a kiss to her adorable forehead before cradling her face in my hands.