Chapter 13 #2
I’ve never been to Eros before, but I’m certainly familiar with its reputation as Wildcliff’s premier high-end kink club.
Membership, or even a one-time entry, is way above my fucking paygrade, and I try not to let that chafe when Alessio pulls out his wallet at the door and hands over several crisp hundred dollar bills, half of them to take care of cover charge for both of us and the other half to get them to waive their usual policy of taking IDs and doing background checks.
I slide two fingers around the back strap of his harness and tap the low setting button on the remote just once.
Alessio gasps at the quick, light burst of vibration and stumbles.
I use my grip on his harness to keep him upright and grin, nudging him to keep walking.
There’s a short, dark hallway that leads from the entrance of the club to the main room, and inside it’s exactly what I would expect a kink club with a couple-hundred-dollar cover charge to look like.
There are several stages set up with flogging tables, suspension equipment, and more than one St. Andrew’s Cross.
There’s a bar at one end of the room and leather booths with velvet drapes all set up to get a good view of any stage.
“There are private rooms too.” Alessio nods towards a hallway.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “I take it you’ve been here before?”
A hot, possessive feeling wells up in my gut, and I tug my fingers out of his harness to wrap my arm around him instead, resting my hand loosely against his throat. I tap the button again and his moan vibrates under my palm.
“A couple times,” he admits. “Are you jealous?”
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
“Don’t be. I don’t even remember the men I played with here. I couldn’t pick them out of a lineup.” He turns his head to look at me. “I wasn’t obsessed with any of them like I am with you.”
A growl of satisfaction rumbles in my throat, and I lean in to nip at his ear. “If anyone else ever lays a hand on you, I think I’ll kill them.”
“Same, Sir,” he says simply but firmly. “It looks like a demonstration is about to start, should we get a seat and watch?”
I manage to tear my eyes off of him long enough to glance at the stage where a woman dressed in a red leather catsuit is leading a petite naked woman over to the spanking bench with a paddle in her hand.
I nod, and we find an open booth to make ourselves comfortable.
As soon as Alessio sits down, he lets out a quiet moan and rocks his hips subtly, like he’s hoping I won’t notice.
I grin and hold down the high-speed button for a minute, watching his eyes get wide and his skin flush a darker shade underneath his mask.
He grips the seat and bites down on his bottom lip, his chest heaving as he meets my eyes with a look of lust and awe and need so intense that it makes my cock throb.
I release the button and he slumps back, breathing heavily.
He moves his hand towards the stiff bulge of his erection, and I slap it away with a smirk.
“I’m going to edge you all night, slut, until all it takes is the stroke of my finger along your cock to make you finally explode.”
“That’s what I was hoping for, Sir.”
I lean in and tease my lips against his without actually kissing him. “I know you were.”
The demonstration starts on stage, and we both turn our attention to it for now.
I’m not attracted to women, but that doesn’t stop the show from being thrilling.
The sound of the paddle against bare skin, all the pleasured gasps and moans coming from the sub, I’d have to be dead for it to not be a turn-on.
And there’s the added excitement of watching out of the corner of my eye to see when Alessio is the most engrossed in the performance, then using the vibrator at varying intensities and durations, leaving him squirming and panting over and over again.
People come and go from the booths around us, some of them pulling their curtains closed for the small amount of privacy it gives them, others openly touching themselves or their partners.
One demonstration ends and another starts, and I wonder if I could actually be normal enough for this, with Alessio.
Maybe he has enough demons of his own that mine won’t scare him away.
Of course, there’s still the issue of what the Morettis want with The Ghost, with me, but if I put that aside, I can almost let myself pretend that there could be something real between us.
I press the button again in little bursts, and when his lips part on a moan, I lean in and slip my tongue between them, swallowing his heavy, gasping breaths and savoring the taste of his mouth.
He whines and I smile against his lips, pausing my tapping long enough to let him catch his breath and ease back from the edge again.
I sit back in my seat, and a man clomps past our booth.
My blood runs cold instantly and the same memory that haunted me on the street corner a little over a week ago resurfaces.
I know that face. I know that man. Mad Dog.
He’s the Reaper who chatted me up, flirted with me, and offered me my first taste of hell. He’s the one who ruined my life.
“Everything okay?” Alessio asks.
I want to look away from Mad Dog and reassure him, but I can’t.
I grind my teeth together and watch as he swaggers through the club towards the hallway that leads to the private rooms. There’s a glowing Exit sign over that hallway too.
He could leave and I’ll miss my chance. He could leave and find someone else to hurt, someone just like that kid I saved last week… Someone just like me.
“Yeah,” I lie gruffly, not looking at Alessio. “I’ll be right back.”
If he says anything as I stand up, I can’t hear it over the pounding of my pulse in my ears. I should get a hold of myself. I should go back to Alessio and focus on our date. But my demons are already in control, I’m just along for the ride.