Chapter 29
MASSIMO
I’m waiting in the lounge for Liana to come out when someone clearing their voice sounds. I snap my gaze to its source.
Mia moglie, looking like a fucking goddess with her long hair hanging loosely around her shoulders, and her black lace robe draped over her exquisite body.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, calming the anger that already wants to surge at the thought of other men seeing her like this.
I want to scoop her up into my arms, take her home, and show her exactly what it’s like to have her body worshipped all night long.
But if she wants to be here, then fine …
I’ll rein my fucking shit in for one night, and one night only.
“So, um, are you ready?” she asks, and I sense the nerves in her tone.
“Only if you are.” I’m letting her take the lead with this. Coming to the boutique might’ve been my idea, but the club is on a whole other level, and I’m not sure she’s ready for it. With how sexy she looks, I’m not sure I’m ready for it.
She gives me a few short nods, then steps beside me, but I grab ahold of her arm and whisper into her ear. “You’re planning on keeping this robe on while we’re in there, correct?” Not that it fucking hides much, but at least it’s something.
That bratty smirk of hers I’m so used to seeing, finally plays out on her lips. “Maybe. Maybe not,” she says, raising a challenging brow to me. “Why’s it matter?”
“I’m really not in the mood to have to kill anyone tonight, mia moglie. You’re already testing my patience with this scrap of material you call a robe.”
“Green isn’t a good color on you, Massimo,” she says, but the way she parts her lips and darts that pretty pink tongue of hers out to moisten them tells me the opposite. She fucking loves a man who will do anything for her, no matter how much she wants to deny it.
“One more thing,” I say, sliding my hand down to the glowing red bracelet on her wrist. Pressing the button, it turns off. “This doesn’t turn on ever again.”
She narrows her gaze on me and lifts her chin. “And what if I do turn it on again?”
“Then you’ll end up losing your virginity in front of all those strangers in there so they know exactly who the fuck you belong to.”
She lifts her chin, as if to challenge what I’m saying.
“Try it and see what happens,” I say, letting go of her wrist. I see the fight in her eyes. She wants to challenge me so damn bad, but the internal struggle she’s having is that she likes what I’m saying.
“Let’s just go inside, shall we?” she says, quirking a brow.
I gesture toward the hall that leads to the club. “After you, mia moglie.”
She brushes past me, and when we get to the door, I hold it open for her to enter.
We walk into the large space filled with patrons. All the women are wearing some type of lingerie, and the men are mostly in boxers or silk shorts like me, except I opted for a robe, knowing Liana would too, and I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable being the only one.
“Shall we get a drink?” I ask, and she nods back to me.
“Words,” I remind her.
Her eyes dart to mine. “Yes, please,” she says.
Taking her hand, I lead her to the bar against the wall. “Champagne, okay?”
“Champagne is great.”
She turns around and leans against the bar, gazing out into the crowd while I wait for our drinks.
When the bartender hands me the two champagne flutes, I thank her, then turn around and hand one to Liana.
She takes it, but her gaze is still pinned on the people passing by us.
The club is large, and there’s a good amount of people here, but it doesn’t feel crowded.
A woman in a black latex outfit passes by us with a man attached to a leash and a ball gag in his mouth while he crawls behind her.
Liana’s eyes widen, and she takes a large sip of her champagne. I can only imagine what she’s thinking.
Taking her hand, I say, “Let’s go take a look around.”
She takes another large sip of her drink as we make our way around the room. There are people making out on couches, so damn enamored with each other you’d assume they’d be fucking if it weren’t for the rule against it.
When we get to the stage, there’s a woman strapped to a bondage wheel. She’s naked, with nipple clamps on and a dildo getting shoved in and out of her pussy by a machine while several onlookers watch from the crowd.
There’s a man on stage with her, controlling the machine, and when he increases the speed, she cries out for more.
Liana stares intently at the scene before us. Her eyes are wide, but not in concern. She looks mesmerized by what’s happening.
The woman’s moans get louder, and when I turn my attention back to the scene in front of us, the man has moved to stand beside her so he can work his finger over her clit.
Liana’s eyes haven’t left the couple on stage. Her lips are parted as she holds the brim of her empty champagne flute to her mouth. Her breaths come out quick, perspiring the edge of her glass.
She’s turned on.
There’s a gleam in her eyes as the woman’s cries get louder. It doesn’t take long before she’s crying out in ecstasy.
Liana’s chest rises with each shallow breath she takes. She’s so taken with everything that’s happening to that woman, and I have to admit it’s a fucking turn-on to me, hardening my cock as I watch her.
Once the scene is done, I squeeze Liana’s hand, getting her attention.
She snaps her gaze to mine as if she forgot where she was. “Sorry, I, um …”
“Why’re you apologizing?”
“I just … I kind of spaced out there.”
She averts her eyes, and a blush creeps over her skin.
I place my finger under her chin and shift it back in my direction.
“Hey, don’t do that. You don’t need to be embarrassed over what’s going on here or how your body is reacting.
Take a look around, Liana. Everyone is here to fulfill a fantasy they have.
There’s nothing wrong with getting turned on by watching another woman get off. ”
“I … I just have never experienced anything like this before, and I’m not sure how to …”
“Have you ever watched porn?”
She rolls her bottom lip into her mouth and nods.
“It’s basically the same thing. Don’t overthink it, mia moglie. Come on. We’re not done exploring.” I pull her toward the hall where the private rooms are.
“I thought you said you’ve never been here before?” she asks.
“I haven’t. Well, not since it’s opened.”
“Not since it’s opened?”
“Cassius and Caspian showed me the place before it opened. They did private one-on-one tours with a lot of potential clients before the grand opening. They ended up selling all of their memberships before the place even opened.”
“I thought Cassius did IT and security?”
“He does. Same with his brother, but they opened this club to help funnel the money they make from their … not so legitimate businesses …”
Liana nods.
“So, where are you taking me now?” she asks.
“Somewhere a little more … private,” I say as we walk down the hall.
There are ten rooms, five on each side of the hall, each with a large window so onlookers can peer in. Fortunately, there aren’t many people back here, probably because of the scenes happening on the main stage.
Liana looks into one of the rooms where a man and a woman, both wearing masquerade masks, have just entered.
“Can they see us?” she asks.
“No, it’s a one-way mirror window. They know people could be watching them, but they can’t see who. Plays into the exhibition fantasy a bit.”
We watch as the couple meet on the bed and kiss. It’s a passionate kiss, one that tells me they know each other.
The man pushes the woman down onto the silk bed sheets. He slides his hand down the valley between her breasts as he kneels in front of her.
Tugging her to the edge of the bed, he tears her panties off and runs his finger up her glistening cunt.
Liana is captivated by the scene which surprises me, given her lack of experience.
Her eyes are locked in on what the man is doing to the woman. He runs his finger up and down her slit before shoving it into her.
The woman arches her back and lets out a moan when the man lowers his mouth to her pussy and runs his tongue along it.
I look over at Liana again and recognize the expression on her face. It’s just like it was when we were watching the couple on the stage.
Her lips are parted. Her breathing intensifies. Her skin is flushed with a red hue, and it’s not from the club’s lighting. It’s fucking turning me on how much she’s getting turned on by this.
“Do you like what he’s doing to her?”
Her eyes snap to mine, and there’s a hazy glaze that takes over them. She’s silent for a moment, and I wonder if she’s going to deny the physical reaction she’s having to watching this man eat out his woman, but she surprises me and says, “Yes.”
I need to ask her the question I’ve been dying to know the answer to. I know she’s a virgin, but I don’t know what the extent of her experience is. Thankfully, she hasn’t been able to do shit with a man since I met her, but what about before? I might not want the fucking answer, but I need it.
“Have you ever let a man do that to you?”
She averts her gaze back to the couple in the room, and it puts a damn smile on my face, because even without her words to confirm it, I already know her answer.
Nothing but the moans from the woman fill the space between us. Liana watches intently, but I keep my focus on her, waiting for her answer.
Taking a deep breath, she says, “No.”
She looks at me abashedly, as if she should be embarrassed by her lack of experience. But she shouldn’t be. It’s exactly what I had fucking hoped for.
“I’ve never done … anything with a man,” she says. “Made out with a few in college before we met, but that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.”
“Do you want to be touched the way that man is touching that woman?” I ask.
Liana’s eyes wander back to the couple. She doesn’t answer me, but her parted lips and shallow breaths tell me what I need to know.