Page 80 of Beneath Scarred Vows

I instinctively take a bite.

As I chew, Ares finishes the food.

I cover my mouth. "Who would have thought food from a woman's breast would be so good?"

He laughs and grabs my hand. We walk out of the room and into a large hall. In the center is a large circular couch. A man is lying on it naked as two women pleasure him. Next to them, a woman is on all fours, being fucked from behind while sucking off another man.

"What the," I say and grip Ares's arm tighter.

It's crazy, but I can't look away. I've never seen anything like this in my life. Just then, a woman walks by wearing a large black strap-on and holding a leash. A man follows behind her, head down, hands bound behind him.

I turn to my left and see a man yanking on a woman's hair as he slides into her ass. She moans, and hearing her experiencing pleasure makes a bit of heat rise in my body.

Ares pulls me forward and walks me into another room. It's smaller than the main room we were just in, and we take a seat in a booth at a large table. A security guard comes up and doesn't allow anyone to join us.

"What do you think?" Ares asks, leaning back, getting comfortable.

"I don't. I'm not even..." I lean in to whisper. "Is this like a sex club?" I ask, not even trying to hide my hesitation and confusion.

He laughs and shakes his head.

"Yes, but for marketing, it's a high-end adult lounge."

I look across the room and see two women making out. One of them is sliding a purple dildo inside the other.

"Well, I don't think anyone is lounging in here."

Ares smiles. "No. That would be bad for business."

"So how many girls do you bring to sex clubs?" I ask.

Ares rubs his chin, acting like he's thinking, and then looks at me through his mask.

"Only one. You," he says simply. "Truthfully, this is Theo's domain. He runs this club."

"Wait. What?" I nearly choke. "Theo? Your brother? Mr. Uptight?"

Ares laughs. "Yes. He used to practically live here. Maybe still does, for all I know. He started this. I wasn't so keen on it, but when he showed me the money, I wanted him to open up two," Ares says just as the one girl taking her purple friend screams out.

"As you can see, people enjoy themselves here. And when people find a place to enjoy themselves freely, they're willing to pay for it. Speaking of that..." Ares slides closer to me. "I want you to enjoy yourself here. Are you?"

I have to think about the question. My mind is trying to ignore the gasping woman in the corner while also trying to process how quiet Theo could run something like this.

I decide I don't care about either and look at Ares, whose eyes are piercing even through the mask.

I shrug. "Well, to be honest, I guess I'm trying to figure out why you decided to bring me here. I never took you for such a pleasure-in-public type of guy."

I feel Ares's hand on my thigh. It's firm and possessive as he grips me.

"You're my wife," he says and slides his hand under my dress. My legs part without thinking, and his fingers delicately touch the entrance of my temple. "Well, it's not about me tonight, it's about you. I want you to feel free, to feel powerful, and to be able to express yourself in any way you want."

I close my eyes at the sensation. I'm surprised how wearing a simple cover on my face breaks down any barriers and isn't making me feel nervous or too uncomfortable.

I bite my lip, and Ares slides a finger into me.

"Well," I say and grip the table, "we could have done all that at home, too."

He leans in and kisses my neck softly. "Where's the fun in that?"