Page 29 of The Toy Maker (The Pink Cherrie #1)
TWENTY-FOUR
Sarah and Jade waited by the entrance to the exclusive club, their faces glowing with devious grins. The hidden doorway was a few paces down an alleyway. Our heels rapped against the uneven asphalt as Kitty grabbed my hand, pulling me forward like she couldn’t wait.
Fluorescent lights flashed around the edges of the door. In the center was a small window covered by a wooden panel. After a few moments spent shifting on my heels, the panel slid open. A rough voice questioned our presence.
“Name?” The coldness in his tone made me want to run, but I stayed put, forcing myself to take a steady breath and zip my lips.
“Sarah James plus guests,” Sarah said smoothly, her golden eyeliner catching the faint light as she tilted her head confidently.
The man scanned us for a long moment. “Password?”
My mind drifted to the forts my brother and I used to build as kids. Our passwords were always silly and impossible for adults to guess. But when Sarah pouted her lips and purred, “Please, mistress, let me come… in,” I nearly choked.
My eyes widened at the response. This wasn’t just a club. If that was the password, then we were begging to enter a dominatrix dungeon.
I caught Jade’s eye, and she winked, confirming my fears.
The door creaked open, and the group ushered me inside before I could change my mind.
The dimmed lights immediately set an aura of mystery, and I struggled to see my surroundings. Pillars came down in the corners of the room, and obedient subs decorated them. Several slaves were tied down and tormented by their masters.
I pulled Kitty to my side, struggling to form a sentence. “What the ever-loving fuck,” I sputtered in disbelief of what I was seeing.
I swallowed hard, trying not to focus on the chains, collars, and the large, empty cage on a pedestal in the center of the room. At the moment, the steel bars were empty, but I assumed I would witness the show.
Kitty laughed. “Don’t worry, no one is going to paddle your ass unless you ask them to,” she promised. But an evil gleam stared back at me. “Unless you’re a bad girl.”
I knew I shouldn’t be so stunned by large, erotic buildings with low morals; after all, I worked in one. Yet something about the club made my mouth dry and my stomach churn.
My focus shifted to the chains and leather collars.
“I thought men would be here.” It would be challenging to get drunk and have a one-night stand without any guy to drool over my chest. I scanned the room for anyone who wasn’t crawling on the floor, tied to something, or didn’t have a flogger in their hand.
“There are men here.” Kitty pointed to the men crawling beside their mistresses. “Kinky people are still people. Discriminating isn’t nice, Tara.” She laughed at my open mouth.
“Why are we here?” I asked with as much patience as I could muster. After leaving the security of my couch, I didn’t expect to get carted off to a sex dungeon.
She shrugged. “It’s a nice place to relax and not get hit on by every sleaze that walks in. We scoped it out a few days ago.”
“I thought this place just opened,” I retorted.
“Yeah, a week ago.” Kitty sensed my frustration and ordered two drinks.
I hoped one of the shots would take the edge off.
By the time we escaped the crowd around the bar, Sarah and Jade were already perched at a high-top table.
“Hey Virgin Mary,” Jade teased as I claimed a seat between Sarah and Kitty.
An almost buzzed Sarah cooed before taking another sip of her martini, “We should buy her an hour with Anna.”
That name piqued my curiosity. It couldn’t be…
Kitty savored her drink. “Anna was in the hospital today. I doubt she’s back at work so soon,” she said, shaking her head.
A familiar gnawing feeling climbed up my neck. What were the odds that this was the same Anna from earlier, in Jason’s room?
I forced down the heat swelling inside me. Jason had left to be with her and hadn’t bothered to check on me since.
“Who is she?” I cleared my voice and hoped there was no bite left.
“She’s a sexy dominatrix. Kitty and her are super close.” Sarah grinned and whispered something to a giggling Jade.
I shifted my attention to Kitty.
“We went to high school together.” She rolled her eyes. “Our families got close.”
I bit back the urge to ask about Jason and Anna’s relationship. Any question would give away that I was the girl in the room with him.
“So, what happened?” Jade asked while taking a handful of nuts from the center of the table. I ignored the irony.
“She was in a car accident,” Kitty said casually, sipping her drink. “She’s going to be alright, though.”
Goody. I nodded as if I didn’t have dozens of questions running through my mind.
Instead of asking any of those, I listened as the girls laughed about their days. I shifted when the conversation switched to Kitty and Jason’s morning confrontation.
“No way!” Jade almost fell off her stool from laughing.
“I can’t believe you busted him,” Sarah chuckled between sips of her drink. “Lucky bitch.”
My cheeks burned as they painted an explicit image of Jason’s morning. They snickered and started guessing which Cherry caved in to his charms.
By the end of their descriptions, I chugged my drink. I found myself needing at least three more to stay sane.
I excused myself from the giggling girls and made my way through the room.
Dominatrixes in tight corsets and thigh-high boots held their drinks with confident smirks, their submissives kneeling dutifully at their feet. Collars glinted under the dim, shifting lights, and leashes looped around wrists as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
Some of the submissives crawled on all fours, fetching drinks or simply sitting by their mistress's feet, their gazes fixed on the floor. Others knelt with their hands behind their backs, their eyes wide with fear and adoration.
But mostly, they made it almost impossible to squeeze to the front.
I leaned over the onyx counter and waved my hand as the bartender approached my side of the bar. His eyes glanced over me before he walked the other way.
“Hey, eyeliner,” I called. His black vest and tie were no doubt a strategic way of showing off his biceps. More drooling ladies at the bar meant more tips. “I know you saw me.”
He took his sweet time getting back over to the tiny space I’d wedged myself into. “What do you want, darling?” Venom dripped off his tongue.
I rolled my eyes. “A Screaming Orgasm.” The drink list was full of snicker-inducing drink names.
He chuckled, “Sure, if you beg.”
I pulled a crinkled five out of my bra and slid it across the sleek counter.
“I had no idea you had it in you,” a familiar voice said behind me.
Jason stepped closer, his body brushing against mine.
“I’ll have a Deep Throat.” He motioned to the snarky bartender before turning his attention to me. “Since I didn’t get one earlier.”
“You’re the one who left.” A tight grin spread across my face.
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.