34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Sylvie
Drakos loomed behind me, his hand resting on my lower bare back as we walked into The Emporium. He’d been right about Satan having far better taste than the OutKast MC. The club was situated in the upscale Southern Highlands area of Las Vegas, on a large, gated lot adorned with dense foliage, offering plenty of privacy. It resembled a Spanish Gothic castle, featuring lush desert landscaping alongside sharply dressed valets and staff. It exuded wealth, power, and lust.
Gazing around now, I let Drakos guide me inside the elegant, dim entryway. Soft, sensual music played in the foyer, and a series of decadent, tasteful photos with naked, beautiful couples hung on the walls. The depictions made me want to study each one carefully, yet I felt compelled to turn away and give them some privacy.
A tall, beautiful woman stepped up to greet us. Her lush auburn hair hung in waves down her back, and she wore a silky black slip dress and impossibly high fuck-me heels. A thick iridescent purple O-ring collar adorned her neck, and her perfect breasts swung enticingly under her dress as she moved.
Her nipples were also pierced.
She smiled, a reminiscent gleam in her eyes as she gazed at Drakos. “Good evening, Mr. Creed. It’s a pleasure to have you back, Sir.”
“Hello, Natalia.”
“Your partners and their companions are already in the Atrium waiting for you. I’m sure you remember the rules, and have informed your companion.” She glanced at me, and her smile went a little flat. The woman had a slight Slavic accent, but I couldn’t place it. She also had a history with Drakos.
I gave her the same vapid smile back. “I’m Sylvie Spade, and he explained the rules.”
Her eyes went wide. “Oh! Are you related to–?” She abruptly cut herself off, as if remembering their strict Confidentiality Clause. I’d signed and emailed one back earlier this afternoon while Drakos grudgingly made last-minute plans to get us in.
When I’d told him I wanted to come here for my bachelorette party as he started to lay me across the top of his classic Corvette, he’d stilled and eased back.
“You want to have your party… where?” he’d growled.
“The Emporium. Luna and I are curious to see what the fuss is about.”
“You’re going to be an unpredictable, aggravating wife at times, aren’t you?”
I’d patted his butt and rolled my hips against him. “You bet your ass I am.” He’d sworn, flipped me over, and pushed my torso into his car, then ripped down my pants, and entered me with a hard thrust. My hips were still a little tender from being shoved against the hood over and over as he’d hammered into me. I shivered as I remembered.
The shimmery gold halter dress Aida, Luna’s personal shopper friend, found for me bared my back down to my ass crack and showed a good bit of leg with a deep slit. When Drakos saw me in it for the first time, he’d backed me up against the bathroom door. “You look like a debauched angel, and I plan to see that lipstick you’re wearing on the base of my cock before this godforsaken night ends.”
Looking at the gorgeous woman in front of us now, I was fiercely glad Aida helped us find last-minute outfits.
“I’m related to all of the Spades around here, but don’t hold it against me.”
Natalia cleared her throat. “Have a wonderful evening. I’m sure it’ll be memorable.” Before I could ask her what she meant, she gazed up at Drakos. “Let me know if I can assist you. In any way possible.” Her meaning was clear, and I suddenly wondered if coming here had been a good idea.
She gracefully stepped aside and swept her hand toward the large, opulent staircase covered in red carpet leading up to the second story. “The stairway to heaven,” she murmured.
Turning to Drakos, I mimicked Natalia’s sweeping hand gesture. “Or the stairway to Hell. Lead the way, Beelzebub. This is your domain, after all.”
He took my hand. “We’ll go together, because ‘Hell is empty, and the devils are all here.’”
My pussy clenched as he smirked wickedly and quoted Shakespeare at me. We walked up the stairs and into an enormous, sumptuously appointed Atrium with soft, priceless rugs and plush couches arranged into numerous smaller conversation areas. My eyes darted around as I took in the well-dressed men and women sipping on exquisite-looking cocktails. Most women wore couture gowns and clothes, many with harnesses, straps, bustiers, or garters. At least half the women—and some men—sported chokers and collars. My gold dress seemed to glow in a sea of black.
A group of older, distinguished-looking men stood at the long mahogany bar, where hundreds of backlit liquor bottles gleamed on the wall behind it. They turned as Drakos and I approached the bar, and one of them detached himself. The middle-aged man had a prominent nose and thick eyebrows, and he regarded me with a sensual gleam in his eye.
“Drakos, good to see you. It’s been a long time. Are you planning to do a scene or participate in a demonstration?”
The bartender came over, and I ordered an apple martini and Drakos a whiskey neat, then he turned to the man. “Hello, Dev. No, we’re meeting some friends. This is my fiancée, Sylvie Spade.”
Dev turned back to me, his gaze sharper. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Are you related to Ezra and his grandsons?”
I smiled. “Yes, and I work with my grandfather at the Palm Desert Oasis. I’m the mortician there.”
Dev blinked in obvious surprise. “I’ve never met a mortician. Do you enjoy your work?”
“I do. There’s a lot of science behind it, and I like helping the families.”
He grinned. “You have beauty and a brain. That’s an improvement for Drakos.”
“Thank you?” I had no idea how to respond to his comment.
Our drinks arrived, and we excused ourselves. Lust and anticipation hung in the air, along with the heavy scent of expensive perfumes and colognes. The walls were painted a rich, deep plum, enhancing the lavish feel of the room, while the skylights gleamed faintly above us.
On the first stage we came to, a woman stood wearing nothing more than delicate chains draped from the shiny metal collar at her neck. Her hands were suspended and tied to an ornate trapeze bar hanging from the high ceiling. I looked down and noticed her ankles attached to a spreader bar.
From her half-lidded eyes and the way she held her body, I could tell she wanted whatever the handsome, lean man with brown hair, graying at his temples, planned to give her. He stood at her back, whispering in her ear and caressing the undersides of her breasts with his thumbs. Then he pulled a blood-red mask out of his pocket and carefully covered her eyes. By the cut of his clothes and the sleek Patek Phillipe watch at his wrist, I knew the man was loaded.
He slowly ran his fingers over her hips and reached in to tease and arouse her slit. She jerked and then settled while he carefully stroked her. When he motioned to another man in a tuxedo standing to the side, his companion stepped up and cupped the woman’s breasts, caressing and pinching her nipples. Then he leaned in and pulled one into his mouth, holding up one of the chains as he worked her. After sucking on her second breast, the man in the tux plucked butterfly nipple clamps out of his pocket, and deftly attached them to her hard nipples, then stepped back. The woman slumped in her restraints.
The first man pulled her buttocks into him, rubbing his hard cock—clearly visible through his pants—between her cheeks as she arched against him. Then he stepped back and turned to take a wicked-looking black flogger from a nearby attendant.
Anxious fascination swirled through me as I watched the man lazily bring the flogger down on the woman’s ass, giving her a few light thwacks. She shuddered in her bindings, and her hips jerked. Then the man drew back his hand and let the flogger sail against the woman’s thighs. Her head flew back, but no sound escaped. He followed it up with an underhanded hit between the woman’s legs, landing squarely on her pussy. She cried out this time.
I sucked in air and stood perfectly still, my body viscerally reacting to the whipping as a dark fascination whirled inside me. The woman struggled and moaned as the man continued to flog her pussy, then he moved to her front and started in on her clamped breasts. My heart raced, and heat licked through my insides. I shivered, feeling phantom lashes on my skin as I watched welts appear. Hot lust and anticipation shone in the men and women’s faces who stood around watching the flogging.
Drakos’s fingers curled around my hip as he turned my body away from the scene still burning holes in my retinas. “Cameron Wilder likes to play rough sometimes, and it’s going to get intense soon. Let’s find Luna and Alexa.”
“That wasn’t intense?” I asked, startling a little when the woman wailed as I heard rhythmic slapping behind me. Drakos’s mouth quirked as he looked over my shoulder. When I turned to see what caught his attention, Cameron Wilder was roughly fingering the woman while his tuxedoed partner continued to flog her ass.
At the next demonstration area, I spotted Alexa and Ivan first. They stood glaring at each other next to Luna and Roman, who were watching something with focused interest. Luna seemed transfixed when I stepped up beside her. She wore a royal blue tailored jumper that showed off her long legs and beautiful eyes, and Roman stood behind her with an arm wrapped around her chest, speaking softly in her ear.
I turned and saw a voluptuous woman with curly platinum-white hair lying on a narrow table. A black satin wrap lay draped across her torso, barely covering her chest and hips. Next to the woman, a man sat in a plush armchair, his suit pants undone and his black dress shirt unbuttoned and pulled away from his torso. I tilted my head, trying to figure out what was happening.
A short, middle-aged man with a shock of white hair and a lab coat stood next to a metal tray holding what appeared to be needles and piercing implements.
His eyes twinkled wickedly. “You’re in for a real treat today, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Dr. Pearce.” He held up his hand. “Yes, that is my real name. You all get to watch while I pierce this lovely slave’s nipples and give her a few captive bead rings through her labia.” People shuffled excitedly.
“What about him?” a woman asked, pointing to the half-dressed man in the chair.
Dr. Pearce grinned happily. “Ah, Lucas. He’ll be getting a Prince Albert piercing today. Lucas lost a rather interesting bet, and he’s getting his urethra pierced as part of our erotic piercings demonstration this evening.”
Lucas shifted slightly, his muscular thighs tightening. A man standing next to Lucas’s chair grinned, patting his shoulder in fake sympathy.
“That must’ve been quite the bet,” Ivan muttered. “Getting your dick pierced hurts like a son of a bitch.”
I turned to Ivan. “How would you know that?”
He glanced at Alexa and smirked. “Why don’t you ask Peaches?”
My eyes went wide and I stared at her. “It sounds like someone’s been holding out on us. Does he have piercings down there?”
Alexa’s face turned a bright red, and she hissed at Ivan. “Shut up, asshole.”
“Why is it called a Prince Albert?” Luna asked the doctor. “And what part of the penis gets pierced?”
My lips quirked, wondering how many questions she’d probably already fired at Roman since walking through the door.
Dr. Pearce smiled, his eyes sliding over her in calculation. “I’m glad you asked. This type of piercing goes through the frenulum and is named after Prince Albert, husband to the illustrious Queen Victoria.” Dr. Pearce explained. “The rumor is he had his own copulatory organ pierced so he could keep it in place since extremely tight breeches were in high fashion back then.”
Lucas cut in, his low voice carrying over the growing crowd. “As much as I enjoy watching you flirt with women who could be your fucking granddaughters, I’d like to get this over with. Can we get started?”
Drakos shook his head and murmured, “He must have a high tolerance for pain. I wouldn’t be antagonizing the person who will be shoving a needle through my cock.”
But the older man smiled and patted Lucas’s knee. “Quite right, let’s get started. In reviewing the terms of your bet, it didn’t include me not using a numbing agent to make the process less painful. I brought some along with me. You’re welcome,” he winked.
Lucas let out a long, annoyed sigh. “Fine, I owe you. Let’s do this.” A few people leaned in closer as Dr. Pearce administered the numbing agent. Luna and I eyed each other, our eyebrows raised.
The doctor leaned back. “We need to wait a few minutes for it to work. Does anyone have any questions in the meantime?”
Roman fingered the collar on Luna’s neck. “Do you make house calls?”
I whipped my head around to stare at them and watched Luna chew her lower lip. Was she thinking about getting something besides her ears pierced?
“Absolutely.” He winked at Luna then turned to Crystal. “I’ll pierce your nipples, lovely pet, while we wait for Lucas to be ready. Unfortunately you won’t be allowed any numbing agent.”
“Why not?” I asked, a little loudly.
A stocky man with a shaved head stepped forward and laid his hand on the woman’s leg. “Because Crystal enjoys erotic pain, and I like watching her take it.”
I broke away from Drakos’s grasp and stepped up to the woman lying on the table. Her eyes darted around and her pupils looked dilated, but I couldn’t tell if she was aroused or scared.
Leaning over, I peered down at her. “Do you want a numbing agent before the doctor pierces you?” Drakos sighed behind me but blocked her partner from pushing me away.
Crystal turned to me with wide eyes. “I want to be pierced, but thank you for asking.” I nodded and started to step back, but she kept talking. “But I’m a little scared. Will you talk to me while he does it?”
“Of course. What would you like to talk about?”
“Anything.” The woman tracked the doctor’s movements and grabbed my arm. Her partner sighed but took her other hand.
I cast about for something to talk about, and started chatting as Dr. Pearce pulled the black silk away, exposing Crystal’s lush breasts and bare vagina. The woman had curves for miles, and she looked like a sacrificial offering lying on the table up on the little stage.
“Make sure you hold still, okay? My name is Sylvie, and I’ve never had anything besides my ears pierced.”
The doctor cleansed Crystal’s nipples with alcohol wipes as I talked to her, then carefully marked where he planned to pierce with small black dots. Chrystal’s partner stood next to me with his hand on her thigh, his eyes gleaming as he watched.
When Doctor Pearce bent to place the piercing gun over her nipple, I focused on the woman’s frightened face. “I’m actually a mortician, and my family owns a funeral home. Some people think it’s a weird occupation, but I like it.”
The doctor shot the needle through Crystal’s left nipple, setting the stud in place. She cried out, then moaned as her torso arched off the bed. I fought not to flinch, and my own nipples puckered in sympathetic response. The woman did seem to like the pain.
People around us murmured and shifted. A few people gasped, and I could almost feel the sexual tension and lust coursing through them as they watched her response. Crystal’s partner leaned in and slowly ran his finger along her clit, and she squeezed my hand as her back bowed again.
Sweat glistened on Crystal’s face, and she panted as the doctor chatted and joked with the crowd and checked on Lucas. Finally, he reloaded his gun with the second piercing.
“Are you alright?” I asked.
“Yes?” she whispered, turning to her partner. “Sir, I want to come.”
His lips tipped up and he leaned over and whispered in her ear. Her eyes went soft and she rocked her hips against his fingers as my own pussy clamped down in response. The doctor lined up the gun on her other nipple, then answered a question as Crystal panted on the table. Finally, he shot the needle through her other nipple and she tensed as the pain hit her again.
“Jesus, God!” she gasped and arched again. Her partner leaned over and shoved three fingers inside her, while he vigorously worked her clit. I let go of her hand and stumbled back as an arm snaked around my waist. Drakos drew me into his chest.
Crystal’s partner suddenly scooped her up and stalked out of the main floor to one of the rooms marked Private along the periphery.
Drakos gathered me close and ran his hands up my arms to my shoulders, sending soft shivers racing along my spine. “Have you ever thought about piercing your nipples?” he murmured in my ear.
“Not until thirty seconds ago,” I told him honestly.
I felt him bite down on my neck, and I pushed my ass back into his hard length.
“You may have to wait for the pleasure of watching lovely Crystal get her labia pierced,” the doctor chuckled. “It seems she’s going to be indisposed for a while. But we have Lucas here, who should be numb by now.”
I turned my head, and whispered to Drakos. “What did the doctor mean when he said Lucas lost an Emporium-sanctioned bet?”
“One of the things The Emporium does is broker wagers or bets for its members, or draft contracts of a more salacious nature that may not otherwise hold up in Court. But both parties know that The Emporium will make sure the contract is honored. For a fee, it reduces the wager or negotiated agreement into a binding written contract. Lucas obviously lost his bet. Hence a public cock-piercing in the Atrium at The Emporium.”
My eyebrows went up as I looked around with a whole new appreciation. Holy fuck, this place was something else. I wondered who owned it.
Dr. Pearce gathered his needle and the gold and diamond-studded rod that would go into the piercing and turned to Lucas. “Alright, this will still hurt, but not as much. Would you like her to hold your hand too?” the doctor joked.
Lucas’s brows furrowed. “You’re killing me with your bedside manner, doc. Let’s do it so I can get the fuck out of here.”
He laid back in the chair as the doctor pulled up a stool and sat between his legs. “Do you want me to count to three?”
Lucas tensed in the chair. “No, just do it. Jesus, fuck. How did I get here?” he asked rhetorically.
His friend cheerfully patted Lucas on the shoulder as he watched the doctor position the needle. “You underestimated and patronized her. And now you’re paying for it.”
“Thanks, Morgan. I appreciate your useless, after-the-fact insights. Fuuuck,” he groaned as the needle went in.
Drakos wrapped his hands around my hips and pulled me back against him as the man’s frenulum was penetrated. Roman grimaced beside Drakos.
A few seconds later, the doctor stood and patted Lucas on his knee as he gave him some aftercare instructions. “Make sure you rinse it with saline solution twice a day, moving the rod around as you cleanse. You’ll experience some pain and swelling but should be fully healed in eight to twelve weeks. Your sexual partners are going to love it,” he beamed.
“Great. Thanks,” Lucas muttered flatly. His annoyance and reticence seemed to make the whole thing even more appealing.
Dr. Pearce turned to the crowd. “Well, I’ve got my equipment and the rings here. Is there another lovely woman who’d like a labia piercing tonight?” He turned to me. “How about you?”
Drakos looked at me with his eyebrow raised. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll get something pierced besides my dick if you get one labia piercing.”
I raised my eyebrow back at him. “You don’t think I’ll do it, do you? What about the base of your cock? Would you pierce that?” I asked.
His eyes went dark, and he stepped toward me. “Yes, if you agree right now in front of everyone here.” He held up a hand. “But we’ll come back next month. You need to wait a few weeks to have vaginal sex after a labia piercing, and we’re getting married in a few days.”
My breathing sped up and my pussy flooded. “I… this is almost too much. Floggings, piercings, voyeurism.”
He cupped my cheeks, kissing me slowly. “You want time to digest and think it through. I understand, and we have years to play together.”
I melted into him. “Thank you for bringing me here. This place is… nothing like I imagined. I detest thinking of you here without me, but I want to come back.”
“Only if you want to, but there’s so much I want to show you.”
Turning to the doctor, I raised my chin. “We’ll be back next month.”
Dr. Pierce grinned cheekily. “I’m glad to hear it, and you won’t regret it. Well, maybe for the first few weeks. But after that, you’ll love it.”
Drakos wrapped his arm around my chest and pulled me to him. “I’ll bring the hardware. I plan to have the labia ring engraved,” he told the doctor.
Lord, what had I just promised? My body hummed with anxious anticipation as Drakos slowly rubbed his hard cock against my ass. We left Roman and Luna deep in conversation and meandered over to the next station.
“Sylvie? What the fuck are you doing here?” I looked up to see Callum staring at me, a large wooden paddle in one hand.
A woman in sassy pigtails wearing an extremely short plaid skirt and white thigh-high silk stockings leaned over an old-fashioned school desk, her breasts spilling out of a button-down shirt tied high on her waist. She wore a red thong that peeked out between her ass cheeks.
Declan held the woman’s face, but he let go and straightened when he saw me. “Fucking hell, my dick just went soft. Sylvie, why in God’s name would you come here?”
My brow wrinkled. “Oh, my God. You two are the biggest hypocrites. How about this? I’ll tell you when I come from now on so we can avoid each other.”
Alexa strode up behind me and stared at the twins. “Really? You join an extortionately expensive, erotic sex club so you can have almost any desire fulfilled, and this is what you come up with?”
Ivan stood behind her and wrapped his arm around her chest. “I don’t know, it’s a personal favorite of mine. The sexy as fuck, naughty-yet-innocent schoolgirl fantasy is a classic.” He raised an eyebrow and grinned as Alexa growled at him. We turned away and walked to the next platform area to give Declan and Callum a little privacy. Which was ironic since there were at least fifteen people circled around them, watching the poor “schoolgirl” get punished by the twins.
Alexa rolled her eyes and turned to me. “Let’s finish your bachelorette party at Diego’s biker bar.” We’d gone there a few times right after Alexa turned twenty-one.
I glanced at Ivan and scratched my cheek. “Are you talking about Area Fifty-Three?”
“Yeah, why?” she asked suspiciously.
These two seemed to rub each other like lemon juice over an open cut, but the sparks between them were undeniable. “Ivan is Diego’s partner and part owner of that bar. I thought you knew.”
Her eyebrows climbed up, and she broke away from his grasp and turned to stare at him. “Goddamn it, you ruin everything. I liked you so much better before.”
Ivan gave her a smug, satisfied grin. “Before what?”
Alexa leaned in. “Before I knew you.”