Chapter 14
I can’t go in there like this…
Delaney
“I’m just gonna stay home, read a book and veg out on popcorn and peanut M&M’s.
” I babbled at Lacy as she stood staring me down, her hand on her hip.
Usually, she can be quite intimidating but she still had a face peel on and curlers in her hair so right now she was giving off more ‘grandma vibes’ than ‘do what I say,’ vibes.
“Delaney, do you really want your best friend going to a kink club alone? I mean, it’s dangerous. I could get kidnapped by a hot, tattooed muscular man, tied up and forced to beg for mercy….” Her voice trailed off, and she smirked.
“It sounds like a good time,” I teased.
“Right!!? Yum.” She laughed. “You never know, I might meet the perfect Dom tonight,” she said walking off toward her room. “Would you really wanna miss that?”
She spent the day trying to persuade me to go with her tonight.
I managed to skip it last weekend. I didn’t realize once she had opened up about her secret submissive desires, that she would be so comfortable talking to me about it.
I do like having those things in common with her, to hear of her experiences and advice, even if she hasn’t yet found out just how interested I am.
It’s been two weeks since I set foot in Club Crawl, two weeks of laying in bed at night touching myself to the mental image of him.
The thought of the devious, dirty things he could do to me, the way I would enjoy being called a good girl as I obeyed his every command and fulfilled his every pleasure.
It was amazing how a little mystery could make my mind run wild.
I hated that I didn’t know what his face looked like but I also loved that, my imagination was free to roam and create whatever idea of who he was under that shiny mask.
I didn’t know where the new infatuation had come from but I needed to do something to ease my undeniable urge to see him.
Part of me wanted to get up, fluff my hair and go down there with Lacy but the other part of me was afraid.
Fearful that I could never be what a man like Dallas needed.
He has his pick of any woman, I’m sure of it.
I’d be delusional if I thought I would ever really be on his radar.
Right? The possibility lingered like a craving that needed to be satiated.
While I sat there on the couch, I opened my book to page one to read the dedication:
“For all the book sluts that crave to be chased by masked villains…. open wide”
I looked over the page to see if I had read that correctly.
I chose the book at random, only knowing it was a ‘why choose’ recommended by a girl from a reading group on social media but the fact that it was about masked men was a total surprise to me.
Maybe that was a sign of some sort, like the universe’s way of saying, “Get your ass up,” or maybe that’s what I was hoping.
That would be the only way to excuse my perverted and insatiable need to be taken by a masked man named Dallas.
Lacy walked into the living room looking like sex on a stick in her skin tight, see-through lace dress, showing off every curve and every dimple.
“Oh wow Lacy you look…” I stopped to give her a once over.
“You look like you should be doing some repenting tomorrow, sheesh,” exaggeratedly fanning myself. She giggled
“You think?” She knowingly asked, spinning around revealing the g-string she was wearing under the black lace that stretched over her butt.
“Lacy! I can see your entire butt.” I squealed in shock at the lack of coverage.
“Yeah that’s kind of the point there D, to draw attention.
It’s the idea of knowing what you could have but not having the permission to actually indulge.
Edging…” she purred over her shoulder as she swayed her hips, making her booty bounce side to side.
She is crazy.
“I have a pink one just like it, if you wanna go get ready and come with me.” She teased.
I thought about it for a minute, looking down at my blanket and my book, putting the idea of going with her into consideration.
I really wanted to go but my self doubt and lack of self confidence to be seen in public in anything that was revealing got the better of me.
I pulled the blanket up to my chin and nestled into the couch.
“No, you go, have a great time though, I’m gonna stay here and read. ”
She threw a tantrum in response to my rejection, stomping her foot and crossing her arms. “Fine, D. I’ll just let the owner know you said hi from the couch,” she smirked and walked out the door locking it behind her.
I sat there with my book in my hands for a few seconds, before jumping up and racing toward the door to stop Lacy.
I swung the door open and stopped – she was still standing in front of it, waiting for what she already anticipated: for me to change my mind and decide to tag along. Which is exactly what I did.
“Change your mind?” Teasing, Lacy looked at me with one eyebrow raised feigning curiosity, twisting her hair playfully around her manicured index finger.
“Shut up and get in here to help me get dressed,” I fired back, “and I don’t want to look too provocative!”
“Ha! Don’t you?!” Lacey never missed the chance to call my bluff, and I loved her for it.
Thirty minutes later I was dressed in a hot pink… I don’t even know what it was, it was too revealing to be considered clothing, so lingerie maybe? I felt so out of my comfort zone.
“Lacy, is this really necessary? I can’t go in there like this,” I threw my arms up, then back down gesturing to the outfit I was squeezed into.
“Yes, you look fabulous. Come on, we’re late!”
“Late?” I questioned. I didn’t know we had a time frame to abide by.
“Yes, there’s a special event that I really want to make it to, now hurry up,” she demanded, tossing stiletto heels in my direction.
I groaned at the choice – I wobbled around in them the last time.
I’d much prefer flats over high heels, but Lacy would never go for it, and my instincts knew how my legs would look in those sky-high stilettos, though I didn’t want to admit it.
I paused, taking in how my skin felt under the breathable fabric, clinging to my curves that I rarely spent time admiring.
* * *
When we walked into the club, my eyes anxiously searched the V.I.P.
balcony. There was a group of men up there, maybe a bachelor party or something.
They were all dressed to the nines and wearing their own masks.
One man sitting in the center had a woman in his lap while she swayed to the music, but no sign of Dallas.
Lacy noticed my wandering eyes, “He’s usually in class tonight,” she giggled at my blatant desire to see him.
“Who?” I asked, feigning ignorance. She gave me a pointed look. There was no use trying to hide who I wanted to see.
“Class?” I raised my brows at her. I have fantasized about being spanked by him in that classroom over that bench in the last two weeks countless times, morning to night. She threw me off guard with her comment. Had she heard me calling out his name at night?
Replaying his words, I imagined him doing all the things he teased he would do. Playing out scenes in my head made me feel excited and seductive all at the same time. I squeezed my knees together to create a little friction there but tried not to look like I needed to use the bathroom.
“Come on, D. We are gonna miss the best part.
" She grabbed my hand and guided me toward a part of the club I didn’t get to see last time.
We stopped at a large set of black double doors.
The door was framed in metallic studs, giving off a Gothic vibe.
The walkway leading up to the door was dimly lit, with only runway lights to keep you from tripping over the person in front of you.
“What is this?” I whispered into Lacy’s ear as the group in front of us gained access. She pulled something from her purse and handed it to me, with a devious smirk.
I looked down at my hand, squinting, and turned whatever she handed me over. It was a red piece of leather with the word ‘Admission’ pressed into it, along with the club logo.
I didn’t have time to ask her anything else before the two men guarding the doors asked to see our tickets. Lacy handed hers over, so I did the same. The guards were huge, unlike the beautiful ladies standing at the doors the last time I was here.
“Have a good time, ladies,” the tall, rugged man with a full beard hanging from his chin teased as he held the door open and moved to the side to allow us entry. I looked up to see his eyes glued to my very exposed legs. I’m going to kill Lacy for making me wear this outfit.