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I stayed still when his hand left my back, before slowly drifting up my arm.

His touch flushed my body with goosebumps.

His fingers grazed my collarbone before he wrapped them around my throat, his grip firm.

Emotions clashed within me as he moved until his chest was pressed against my back.

The fact a stranger was touching me like this had unease slicing through me.

But at the same time, a burning excitement was racing through my veins when his lips touched my bare shoulder.

Another man appeared behind Ana, and he nuzzled his masked face into the crook of her neck. When Ana arched her back into him, he chuckled, planting a kiss on her neck.

“Enjoy the show,” he said as he backed away.

The guy behind me released me, and I spun around to see him walking away. He was only wearing a mask and blue jeans. His back was covered in a large tattoo of a black raven in a birdcage.

“Damn,” Hayley muttered, watching him walk away. “I don’t recognize him.”

“He’s wearing a mask. How would you recognize him?” I asked shakily, my body still recovering from his touch.

“A lot of them have tattoos,” Hayley replied, watching the mysterious guy walk away. “I haven’t seen his before.”

“How many times have you been here?” Char asked.

“Three,” Ana answered. “But I’ve only had a membership for two months.”

A deep voice came over a loudspeaker, announcing the show would start in fifteen minutes.

When the lights dimmed even more, women began making their way to a set of double doors on the side of the room.

After grabbing our drinks, we followed, my heart beating unevenly as we stepped into the showroom.

The lights were bright enough to make out the room so we could find our seats. An employee asked us what row we were in, and when Ana answered him, he led us to our couch. Since we were a couple rows away from the stage, our view was amazing.

I sat on the plush cushion, setting my drink on the small ledge attached to the couch in front of us.

The floor was tilted slightly, making it easier to see the stage.

The room had different levels with couches and small tables with chairs surrounding them.

We were on the main level, and there was another floor up a short flight of stairs.

A third floor surrounded the entire room and had high railings.

The stage was situated in the middle of the room, with a grand staircase leading to the left, which had a small entrance where I guessed the performers would come out.

The ceiling was high, cast in shadows, making it impossible to see what was up there.

My eyes drifted back toward the balcony, and I grinned when I saw a DJ table set up.

They had live music, which I loved. Hopefully, whoever was working the music was good.

The guy behind the DJ table was wearing a mask, and he was staring intently at his set up as music began blasting from the speakers.

A few minutes later, the lights shut off, casting us in complete darkness.

A couple cries of surprise rang out, but they were overshadowed by the murmurs of excitement.

Then new lights popped on. They were a dark blue, making it impossible to see much around the room.

Brighter lights focused on the stage as a man appeared, walking down the grand staircase.

Like all the others, he was shirtless with his face covered. His body was as muscled and hot as all the others I’d seen. When he grinned, women began cheering. I couldn’t help but join in, loving the energy of this place.

He lifted a microphone to his mouth. “Welcome to Club Facade. Are you all ready for tonight?”

The screams turned nearly deafening. He waited for the noise to die down a bit before continuing.

“You all received the rules when you signed the contract. For those who choose to partake in the show, there is nothing off-limits.” His eyes glittered with mischief. “Unless you use the safe word. But in the years we’ve been open, no one has used it.”

My stomach fluttered in anticipation as Char nudged my shoulder. “Best birthday ever.”

I laughed. “It hasn’t even started yet.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s going to be epic.”

Before I could respond, the guy spoke up again.

“All the men and women who work at Club Facade are here solely for your entertainment and pleasure.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Please welcome the dancers.”

The upbeat music got louder, the beat fast as the guy strolled off the stage, disappearing on the stairs where the lights didn’t hit.

Spotlights blinked on as masked men began appearing.

Some came from the stairs, but others were already up on the balcony and on the main floor.

My head was turning in every direction when more spotlights came on, revealing the dancers one by one.

They were all wearing jeans, and some were shirtless, while others had t-shirts or tank tops on.

Every single one of them was hot as hell, even with their faces hidden.

I was screaming along with everyone else as the men danced, some of them grinding on the furniture near them.

Their hips rolled expertly, their moves practiced and sexy.

There was one who was at the end of the row in front of us, and he swung his leg over the closest woman, settling himself on her lap to dance. He grabbed her wrists, placing her palms on his chest. Another man pulled a woman to her feet before lifting her, letting his hands grip her ass.

This continued until the beat of the music changed while all the men made their way to the stage.

There were at least ten of them, and they began dancing in unison.

It was a mix between hip-hop and erotic dancing.

I couldn’t take my eyes off them if I tried.

When they spun around, I caught sight of the tattoo on one of their backs.

It was the man who’d touched me in the other room.

As if he could feel my stare, he turned, his gaze locking on mine.

Because of the lighting and shadows, it was impossible to see the color of his eyes, or even the emotion in them, but a hot flush still traveled through me until he broke the stare to keep dancing. He could fucking move. For a moment, my past slammed into me, making my breath catch.

Dancing was part of some of the best memories of my childhood. Or at least they used to be until one certain asshole ruined it. Music was important in my life, but dancing like this always reminded me of those rare nights when me and our circle of friends let everything go to just enjoy life.

I shook my head, taking a large gulp of my drink as I shoved those thoughts away. I wouldn’t let my past ruin this fun for me.

When the song ended, some of the men exited the stage, prowling through the aisles.

My eyes were glued on the guy with the back tattoo as he stayed on the stage.

Soon, the others returned to the stage with some women they’d chosen from the crowd.

I blew out a laugh, realizing the cocktail hour before the show was for the dancers to determine which women wanted the special attention.

Smart. There were probably people here who only wanted to watch while others desired more.

Scoping out the crowd before the show was the best way to do it.

The men who didn’t have any women, headed toward the stairs, disappearing from view when the DJ changed up the song again.

Everything about this was sexual. The music.

The men. Their moves. One of them laid a woman down on the floor of the stage and climbed on top of her before grinding his hips against hers.

He didn’t hesitate, lowering his head to kiss her throat.

Another woman had her legs wrapped around one of the dancers as he carried her.

A couple of others were dancing around the room, touching women who were still sitting.

One was dancing on Hayley, and she was living it up as her hands roamed all over him.

My eyes darted back to the stage to the woman laying down as the guy nudged his knee between her thighs.

Even though she had pants on, there was no denying where he was touching her when her body writhed.

Apparently, there was no part of the body off-limits as he continued to press his knee to her body, causing her to buck her hips. I never thought I’d get hot watching things like this, but it was impossible not to. The atmosphere was electric.

When the song changed again, the men led the women back to their seats before doing another dance. Then a voice rang out over the music, and I recognized it as the man who had used the microphone in the beginning.

“Tonight’s theme is belts,” his voice boomed. “Are you all ready?”

My heart pounded against my ribs as I studied the men, realizing every single one of them had a leather belt on their jeans. Some women were standing from their seats, clearly wanting to be the ones involved in this part of the show.

My eyes widened when one guy wrapped his belt around a woman’s throat before leading her to the stage.

“Holy shit,” I muttered.

My view was suddenly obstructed by a muscular chest. I only caught a glance of his mask before he bent over, grabbing me.

I screamed when he threw me over his shoulder before striding back to the stage.

I braced my hands on his bare back, my pulse thudding when I saw his tattoo.

This man was paying special attention to me tonight.

Craning my neck, I caught Char’s eye before I got too far, and she grinned, giving me a little wave.

Nerves were freely flowing through me as we got to the stage, but it wasn’t enough for me to back out of this. I wasn’t shy when it came to sexual activities. Although, this was the first time I’d ever done anything like this. In front of an audience.

Once we were on the stage, the dancer pulled me off his shoulder, and I landed shakily on my feet.

I could feel stares on me, making my skin prickle with a new heat I’d never felt before.

I was curious what was going on around me, but I wanted to look at the man who’d grabbed me more.

He didn’t give me a chance to meet his eyes when he spun me around, trapping my arms behind my back.

Keeping his hold on my arms with one hand, I squirmed when I felt leather wrap around my wrists. It only took a few seconds before my arms were bound tight enough that I couldn’t slip out, no matter how much I wiggled. My heart leaped in my throat when his lips brushed my ear.

“Stay still for me,” he demanded, his deep voice barely audible over the music.

Without waiting for an answer, he turned me again until I was facing him.

A new touch landed on my waist. I looked over my shoulder to see a new masked man behind me.

His one hand stayed on my hip, while holding a small liquor bottle in the other.

His wicked smile seemed somewhat familiar, but I couldn’t focus enough to even try to think about that because another hand touched my neck before traveling upward and fisting my hair.

It was the guy with the back tattoo, standing in front of me, who was gripping my hair, but he made sure I couldn’t look at him.

I had no choice but to stare upward when the hold in my hair tightened.

The guy behind me lifted the bottle until it was in my view, before he slowly poured it until the alcohol hit my exposed neck.

It traveled down to my chest, but before the alcohol reached my shirt, something else touched me right where the trail of liquid was.

It was wet and warm, and no doubt the man’s tongue.

He licked right between my breasts, moving upward, drinking whatever was being poured on me. His tongue hit my collarbone, causing a shiver to rip through me. Heat built in my stomach, and my pussy clenched when he nipped at my skin.

The music was nearly deafening. Women were screaming both in excitement and pleasure. But all I could focus on was the tongue slowly trailing up my throat. My eyes were closed, his touch sparking a fire through me. He got to my ear, biting down on my earlobe, making me cry out.

Fuck me . My body was begging for him to keep going, and I arched my back, pressing myself into him even more.

His breath hit my cheek before he spoke.

“You look so good all tied up and moaning for me. Who knew you could be such a good girl when you’ve spent the last five years being so fucking bad?”

He was talking right in my ear, and this time I could hear him.

Really hear him . His voice had my past swallowing me whole, and panic climbed through my limbs.

My eyes flew open when I tried yanking out of his grasp, but he only gripped my hair harder, keeping me in place.

His lips brushed my jaw, giving me a light kiss.

“Did you miss me, wife ?”