Chapter 10
There you are little lamb…
Delaney
When the crimson curtain got pulled to one side, my eyes were met with a scene I had only ever read about in my smut books.
I tried to keep my composure to conceal the electricity I felt buzzing inside.
The last thing I wanted to do was look like a horny, eager teenager, no matter how close to the truth that actually was.
I felt the pressure of his warm hand against the small of my back as he nudged me through the corridor that connected the nightclub’s quirky atmosphere with the deviant display before me.
The walls were covered in every erotic stimulator one could imagine.
I recognized a few pieces that more than piqued my interest.
The curtain fell closed behind me. My breath quickened as my throat tightened with nerves, and I took the first few steps toward the darkness that enticed me. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dim, luminous hues of scarlet reflecting on the black marble floors.
“Nervous?” He teased into my ear, disrupting my stream of consciousness.
I bit my lip and nodded in response.
“Good girrrl,” he growled closely against my hair, giving my whole body goosebumps.
The narrow walkway kept Dallas directly behind me as we took slow steps in unison toward a neatly braided satin rope that hung strategically from the center of the room.
“What is this place?” I whispered to myself. I took the final step and stopped abruptly in front of it; my skin, hot with anticipation. As I halted, he pressed his body firmly against mine and reached over me to grab the thick rope in one hand, lightly tugging it.
I couldn’t help but notice how masculine his tattooed hands looked as they gripped the rope – those hands…
Breaking through my daydreams, my eyes locked onto a bright red beam of light that emerged from the ground. It illuminated the windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, obscured by scarlet red velvet curtains that cascaded like crimson waves onto the floor.
A loud gasp escaped my lips when the curtains slowly rose to reveal what was hidden behind them.
Wow…
Each window displayed a different scene. My eyes widened at the show I was now witnessing, and I felt my na?veté slowly slip away.
Behind the first window, a woman stood in an authoritative stance, dressed head to toe in black leather and stilettos.
She held a long, braided leather whip and stood over a naked man who kneeled in front of her.
He wore a ball gag in his mouth, his hands bound behind his back, and a blindfold covering his eyes.
She flicked her wrist and cast the whip with vigor through the air, hitting the ground with a loud snap, causing the man to jump and whimper.
I audibly winced when the whip came down a second time against the kneeling man’s bare back.
I turned my head, using Dallas as a shield to stop myself from seeing the next blow. Chuckling from beneath his mask, he found my reaction amusing. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment.
Get it together, D.
“You’ll get used to the sights and sounds here.
This is the Pleasure Dungeon. Elite members can reserve a room to practice any kink they desire in a safe space.
” I looked around and felt my cheeks flush.
This was the most voyeuristic thing I’d ever done, and I couldn’t deny that I was curious to see more.
“Right here? On display? For anyone to see?” I asked in a tone of disbelief to conceal my evolving interest in this Pleasure Dungeon and its possibilities.
“Only if that’s something the member wishes. Being watched is another kink. I have private rooms upstairs for those that prefer a more solitary experience.” He raised his finger and pointed to the ceiling.
Before I could ask more questions and potentially expose my curiosity, something caught my eye from another window.
A woman handcuffed at her wrists and feet, restrained to a metal frame in the shape of an ‘x.’ She was blindfolded and dressed in red lingerie.
She was alone, waiting. I stood wondering why she would want to be tied down and blindfolded with what looked like a man’s necktie and then left there like a prisoner. My eyes must have given me away.
“It’s the thrill of not knowing what, when, or even who may find you.” He whispered into my ear from behind me as if he could read my thoughts. His words spoke with mystery and intrigue. Dallas moved closer, leaving no space between his semi-hard bulge and my lower back.
“Does this turn you on, Delaney?” he asked slowly, making sure to enunciate each word. Uncertain of how to respond, I bit my lip and looked over my shoulder with hooded eyes.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the sound of a door closing broke my concentration.
A deep voice echoed through the glass. When he moved into the light, I saw he was wearing a suit. His jacket was removed, and his sleeves rolled up, but I noticed he wasn’t wearing a tie.
“There you are, little lamb.”
He walked over to a chest and removed a black device. Holding it across his palm, it started to vibrate loudly.
He walked over to the woman who still hadn’t spoken or made a sound and placed it against her cheek.
She startled and bit her lip, fighting the urge to voice her surprise.
He slid the device down her neck slowly trailing toward her chest, circling her nipple through the nearly there fabric that stretched over her plump breasts.
Her body visibly responded to the stimulation.
After teasing her there for a moment, he lowered the vibrator, slowly tracing her stomach and creating his own road map to her most intimate places.
Tauntingly rubbing the device in a circular motion as he hovered over her mound, he watched as her body responded.
She threw her head back, and her lips parted as her body withered.
“That’s right, don’t make a sound,” he commanded, placing it on top of her clit while using the band of her g-string underwear to hold the toy in position.
The loud buzzing and the clicking of his shoes were the only sounds echoing through the room as he turned to walk over to a chair placed in the corner.
Picking it up and placing it in front of her, he sat.
With his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned back, pleased with the compliance of the woman before him.
The longer he watched, the darker his eyes seemed to get.
After some time passed, too much time to be rendered as normal for someone watching like me, except I guess watching something like this could never actually be normal.
The woman began to look stressed; her body tensed, and beads of sweat covered her body and glistened in the red glow of the room
“Do you want to cum now, little lamb?” His voice was more husky and thick with arousal than it was before.
“Yes, please, Master,” she begged, her voice strained.
“Mmm you’ve earned it, now do as your master says and cum for me,” he ordered.
I watched closely as she shook and screamed through her release.
Dallas swiftly turned me toward him. His arm stretched across my lower back as he pressed against me. I should have been scared or, at the very least, uncomfortable with the closeness of this man in a mask, given we were standing here watching a real live porn scene, but I wasn’t.
“Do you trust me?” He breathed the question.
Trust him? Oddly, I wanted to answer yes, but how could I trust someone I’ve only just met? How could I trust a man who doesn’t trust himself? Why else would he keep his identity a secret, concealing any potential for exposure or any real connection?
“I’ve only just met you,” I answered. Using my palms, I softly pushed him backward, creating distance between us. Reading my response, he took a step away from me. As he dropped his arm from my back, I suddenly grieved the loss of his warm touch.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“What are you searching for, Miss Delaney?” His voice was loud in the quiet of the room. The subtle moans and labored breaths are a mere background noise to the conversation unfolding between us.
“What? What do you mean?”
“You have to have some undeniable desires that aren’t being met. Why else would you come to a kink club?”
He rubbed his hands across his neck, squeezing it lightly. I watched as his forearms flexed, straining against the rolled sleeve of his black button-down shirt. The red lights bounced off the layers of his firm, tattooed muscles.
I stood silently, contemplating his question. I started muttering words, stumbling over them seemingly just to fill the air.
“I…I came for Lacy, sh.. she begged me to come here and…” I didn’t even finish my sentence before I was cut off abruptly. His finger was over my lips as he chuckled at my nervous babbling.
“I’m teasing you, sweetheart,” he said with another chuckle.
He laced his fingers in mine. Immediately, I felt an electric connection. I recoiled, pulling my hand back, but quickly gave it back; whatever that was, I wanted more of it.
He guided me toward the exit door, where he knocked twice.
The door swung open to a woman on the other side.
She was wearing a tight black top and leather pants.
She was stunning, but what caught my attention was her eyes.
They were mesmerizing. She saw me staring and smiled from behind her black diamond-studded mask that matched a black heart-shaped pendant that hung from her neck.
“Good evening, Miss Reed,” he nodded as we walked past her and started toward a second hallway. She nodded, her eyes on me, and a small smirk crossed her lips.
We climbed the stairs; Dallas kept turning his head to look back at me, searching my eyes every few steps, making me blush a little harder each time he did. I had no idea where we were going, but for some strange, stupid reason, I was okay with that.