Page 89 of Never Tell Secrets

Finally, Kal came to a stop at a heavy wooden door. He knocked twice before keying in a code. “Tellers only,” he told me with a wink. “We’re the only ones with the authority to interrupt a session. Anyone else has to wait to be let in.”

Elliot hung back as Kal opened the door and strode in. I followed, moans of ecstasy hit my ears and my jaw dropped at the sight that greeted me.

Twenty-Eight

Istared, unable to draw my eyes away from the scene in front of me. A naked brunette was attached to a pair of iron poles, her knees drawn up and bound by rope to each pole, spreading her wide. The rope work was intricate and I wondered if Kal had a hand in her bondage. Her wrists were fastened high above her head, stretching out her torso.

Desperate cries fell from her lips, drawn out of her by Damien who stood between her thighs, wearing dress trousers and nothing more. His hand moved between her legs in a twisting motion. My eyes grew wide as I watched his hand disappear inside her until he was buried to the wrist.

She screamed an incredible orgasm as Damien held her throat tight, limiting her oxygen, extending her pleasure. He kissed her deeply as she came down, the slow flex of his forearm telling me he was still working her deep inside. I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling right now. I wasn’t sure I wanted to know.

Eventually, Kal cleared his throat, getting their attention. Damien turned, arching a brow when he saw me.

“Hello, Troublemaker.”

“She wanted a word with you,” Kal informed him. I quickly averted my eyes from the naked woman.

“Yeah?” Damien smirked. “Looks like she’s lost for them.”

“I’m sorry, I?—”

“That’s alright. We don’t mind, do we, April?”

“Huh?” she murmured and he chuckled. I looked away as he slowly eased himself out of her shuddering body.

The room was simple, a stark contrast to the overly elaborate decor in the rest of the clubhouse. There was a large couch in one corner, a fridge and wash basin in another and spotted around the room were various pieces of equipment I couldn’t begin to name. With a black and red colour palette, the words‘Sex Dungeon’came to mind.

Damien straightened, crossing to the sink to wash his hands. “Kal, untie her will you?” The instruction was tossed over his shoulder as casually as‘honey, we’re out of milk’and Kal followed, approaching the woman with a smile. Drying his hands, Damien looked over at April who was still panting and shuddering. “Rest up and let Kal take care of you till I get back.”

“I’d rather Kal played with me.” She smiled a soft, sex-drunk smile, not seeming to care in the least that I was there.

“Rest,” he told her, his tone firm. He looked at Kal who raised one hand, the other already loosening April's knots.

“Aftercare only. Got it.” He grinned at April. “You hungry, gorgeous? Mr Marx likes to keep his rooms stocked with Kit Kats and ice lollies...” His voice cut off as Damien ushered me out of the room, swinging the door shut behind us.

Damien stepped across the hall, opening the door opposite and waving me inside. “This one’s empty. We can talk in there.”

I hesitated, turning to Elliot. “Wait here?” He didn’t look happy about it but he gave me a stiff nod. “I won’t be long.”

I stepped into what looked like a doctor's office. There was no bed, only a gynecology chair with stirrups and a variety ofmedical equipment laid out on a tray nearby. I tried not to think about what happened in this room.

Damien shut the door behind us, sliding into the chair with a sigh. “So, what do you want?”

“Firstly, to apologise for breaking the rules. I know I’m not supposed to be here.” I clasped my hands in front of me, tilting my chin as he ran his gaze over me in that appraising way I was sure he’d learned from Alfie.

“Did you sneak your way down?”

“No.”

“Then you’re not breaking the rules.” He shrugged. “We’re just bending them, for a special friend.” He leaned back in the chair, the muscles of his abs flexing with the movement. He was bulkier than Alfie, his skin tan as opposed to Alfie's ivory white. If my system wasn’t drunk on Alfie I might be tempted by him. “So, what can I do for you?”

“Keira.” As soon as I said her name his eyes sharpened, only a little, but I noticed it. “What happened between you two? She’s been different since the night you met.”

“We hooked up,” he shrugged. The same thing Alfie did when he was trying to dodge a topic.

“That’s it? She’s been quiet, distant. My best friend isn’t like that. What exactly did you do to her?”

“You want a play by play?” He smirked. I crossed my arms over my chest.