Page 68 of The Toy Maker

Jason’s green eyes gleamed. “Right, about that…” His breath trailed down my bare neck as his hand slid around my waist. “I’m sorry I disappeared.”

“Jason—” I started, but his fingers pressed lightly against my thigh, silencing me.

I glanced at our table. The girls paid no attention to what was happening at the bar. Less than fifty feet away, Jason was finishing what he started. His hand moved under my dress, and I bit my lip, trying to stay composed.

“There was an emergency.” His fingers danced past the waist of my underwear. My breath hitched as I realized that he didn’t plan on stopping because of the crowd. “I promise to make it up to you.”

“Kitty is here.” I needed to calm down before I soaked my panties. “She’ll see us.”

He snickered, “Let her.”

My eyes widened. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“I could always throw you onto this counter and fuck you until your legs are shaking…” The words trailed off his teasing lips. “No one here would mind.”

He slipped a finger inside me, and I swallowed the moan climbing up my throat.

My pussy still ached from Jason fucking me all morning. The smirk on his lips told me that he was well aware of that.

His soft thrusting sent sparks down my limbs.

“One Screaming Orgasm for the—” The bartender’s eyes darted to the hand invading my pussy.

He shook his head and laughed his way to the next desperate customer.

I took in a shaky breath, realizing that in this place, getting fingered at the dungeon bar wasn’t just acceptable—it was expected. The thought sent a rush of heat up my spine as I glanced around the room.

Jason’s lips glided over my neck. “Come with me.”

Before I could respond, his fingers slid out of me, and I groaned softly at the sudden emptiness. He smirked, clearly enjoying my reaction.

“Don’t worry, it won’t be for long.”

Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed my hand and led me through the sea of tables and writhing bodies, past Subs with flushed faces and Dommes who held their leashes tight. Then we were in a dark corridor.

My stomach churned. I wanted to ask a million questions about Anna, about us, about why he’d disappeared, but I couldn’t seem to form the words.

The further we walked down the hall, the louder the sounds became. Moans and cries echoed down the dimly lit hallway.Jason gave me a reassuring grin as he placed his hand at the bottom of my back.

Fingering me was only the beginning.

TWENTY-FIVE

As I followedJason down the hall, different erotic scenes caught my attention. The open doors displayed slaves as their owners tied and caned them.

In one room, a submissive woman lay strapped to a padded table, her wrists and ankles bound tightly with red rope. Her body trembled as her owner pressed a vibrating wand against her inner thighs. The dom grinned, his eyes glinting with delight as the woman whimpered and writhed, her cries echoing down the hall.

I averted my eyes and swallowed down the anticipation in my throat.

By the end of the night, I hoped to be swallowing something much different.

“Mistress, mercy!” a man’s muffled voice came from another room.

He knelt on the floor, wearing a sleek black mask that left only his lips exposed. His back arched as the crack of a whip struck his skin, leaving a bright red mark. His dominatrix stood tall in heels, her leather-clad figure commanding the room with ease.

I glanced over at Jason. His smug expression eased my nerves and set them on fire all at the same time.

Some doors remained shut, but my imagination filled in the gaps. Faint thuds, muffled cries, and the clinking of chains escaped through the cracks while "Do Not Disturb" signs dangled on polished handles.