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“Just remember, kitten, you wanted to go here.” Tristan peers down at me.
The elevator stops and the doors open. I am not in any way prepared for the scene in front of me. Kayce and Tristan pull me out of the elevator, and I’m frozen in place.
What the actual fuck is this?
All around me it is the complete opposite of the club above us. People wore clothes up there. As skimpy as they were, they stillworeclothes. But down here, there are people walking around completely naked. Some are strutting around in leather getups, some in their birthday suits or lingerie.
There are men and women on leashes. Collars around some necks. Ball gags in their mouths, or other instruments that keep their mouths open. As soon as my eyes break away from the nakedness around me, I look around and my mouth drops open.
This is a sex club.
A mother fucking sex club.
Holy shit.
My head snaps to Tristan. But he looks around the room and remains emotionless. He grabs my hand and leads me deeper into the club. And everywhere I look, my eyes widen with what I am seeing.
There’s a large room off to my left, and people are gathered there. A bar sits against one wall, while people sit on couches or tables, and well, let’s call it socializing.
And by sitting, I mean fucking and preforming sexual acts on each other. There is one woman who is lying on a table as men around her kiss, lick, and feast on her. One has his head between her legs, eating her pussy, while another has his cock shoved down her throat. The others stroke themselves as they kiss and suck on her skin and nipples.
Holy shit, I’m drenched.
Tristan continues walking deeper into the club, and my head whips to the right. There is a room with half walls around it, and people are standing outside the room looking in. My curiositygets the better of me as I pull back a bit on his hand and try to peek into the room.
My eyes widen at the scene I see before me.
There are several apparatuses being used. One that is a giant X against the wall, one that looks like a bench where the woman is bent over and cuffed to, among other things.
My eyes flit to the man cuffed to the X, and I watch intently.
“It’s called a St. Andrews Cross,” Tristan says in my ear before giving my earlobe a little nibble, causing me to moan.
My eyes don’t leave the cross. I watch as a woman dressed in a full, tight leather ensemble pats the guy on the cross’s cheek. She says something to him, and he nods, mouthing words I can’t hear.
She picks up a leather strap and brings it down on his thigh. He tilts his head back, but not in pain. His eyes close, and I can hear him groan. She brings it down against the other thigh; the sound of the crack on his skin can be heard over the music playing around us.
Why is this turning me on?
A hand rests on the back of my neck, and I shiver from the touch. “You wanna be the one on the X, kitten?” Tristan rumbles in my ear.
And. I. Feel. It. In. My. Lady. Bits.
Further down, there’s a crowd around a man and a woman. The man is tying rope around the woman in a beautiful and intricate pattern around her body. I stop and stare as I watch them.
They look peaceful, even with all the noise and music around them. They look like they are lost in each other. The woman has her eyes closed, and the man says something in her ear. She nods and responds.
He reaches around to her nipple and pulls on it, stretching it. Her mouth drops open in ecstasy, and her head tips back. Even from here, I can see the pure pleasure on her face.
Holy fuck, this place is turning my panties into a slip and slide.
“Are you feeling okay, sweetheart?” Drew leans and asks.
“I-I don’t know,” I stammer.
Drew turns me around to face him, and I have lost all sense of space and time at this moment. Electricity surges through me from his touch. My entire body ignites from the need I feel inside me.
“Do you need our help in easing that ache, sweetheart?” Drew runs a hand down my cheek.