Chapter Four
Luna
Curiosity killed the cat. What if curiosity turned a kitten on?
Sprawled across a lumpy hotel bed, I am stewing in my curiosity. It is too hot for this. It is sweltering in this tiny hotel room, my bra and panties sticking to my skin. Rolling on my back to be closer to the weak air conditioner barely blowing out cool air, I sigh.
Clutching the black card in my hand, I sigh. Why can’t I shake this off? Why do I want to see those guys again? Am I considering going to this club to do...whatever it is they do at a place called Club Sin? Closing my eyes, I see all three of them in front of me, just as they stood last week. Based on the immediate reaction that shudders through my body, I decide yeah. I am most definitely considering going to their room at this elusive club.
“Hercules...mama might go be a bad kitten,” I announce to the ball of orange and white fluff sitting beside me purring.
After meeting Enzo, Mateo, and Tomas that night at the wedding, I’ve not been able to stop thinking about them. As I joked that night, I got fired. Not that it was ever my dream to be a waitress. Nothing wrong with someone who does it for a living—I am just a damn mess at it. Just that night, I spilled hors d'oeuvres, busted a case of champagne, and lost that tray.
I am far too accident prone to be handling folks’ food. Thankfully I made enough tips that night, plus what meager savings I had, to get a hotel room for a week. With my time ticking down on a place to stay, I am afraid I might have to swallow my pride and go home to my father. He wrote me off almost a year ago. I have been bouncing from place to place, job to job, internship to failed internship.
“We do not want to go home,” I inform Hercules as he climbs on my chest, nestling in my boobs. “Our father is...difficult to live with. If I go back that means he wins, I lose. I am not about to let the patriarchy win. Or whatever a strong, capable woman would say if in this same situation.”
Sighing, I pluck the card up once again, turning it over in my fingers. Club Sin. It sounds decadent. Even the card with its stamped logo and thick cardstock with elegant printing is decadent. Before I was cast out of the posh world I grew up in, I heard about these sorts of clubs. Places important people who have specific.... kinks can go to indulge in private.
Pushing to my feet, I pace the small space of the hotel room. Pizza boxes and Chinese takeout boxes are stacked neatly on a table in the corner. Two big boxes sit tucked beneath, holding all I cherish in the world. My clothes hang in the tiny closet and fill the small chest of drawers. This is not where I thought I would be at twenty-two years old. I figured I would be taking the world by storm—I have just yet to find my element
“It might be three beautiful men doing dirty things at a hot club.”
This is said to the mirror, as if I can talk myself into going. They invited me to go. To go to their room and let them do whatever it is they want to do to me. Since they first found me knelt on the floor in a mess of my own making, I have fantasized about what they could do to me. How their big hands and big bodies would hold me, touch me, tease me, and take me.
Feeling a pulse between my thighs, I nod at myself in the mirror. “Yeah, I am going. Live while we’re alive, I guess right, Herc?”
Taking a hot shower that turns cold too soon, I get ready to go find some trouble that comes in three big, beautiful men. Taking time with my hair and makeup, I curl my dark locks and line my lips in a candy red. I choose a slinky gold chainmail dress I wore once at a NYE party. It is too short, barely covering my plump backside, dips very low in the front, and has slits at each hip. It is less fabric than a winter scarf, but it is hot.
Telling Hercules not to judge me, I head out. One long cab ride later, I am staring up at The Continental, the towering home of Club Sin. Gray steel and crystal glass, it shines in the twilight of the setting sun. I take a shaky breath as I gather my courage and go in, clutching the card tightly.
“Room one-twenty-eight. Here just to see what it is about,” I tell myself as I circle the opulent lobby of the sprawling building.
Checking the card that I have almost crumped in my anxious grip, I find the correct elevator. For ten minutes, I stand and stare at the elevator that will take me up to the floor room one-twenty-eight is on. Others come and go on the elevators lining the wall. I cannot bring myself to move.
Turns out thinking of doing this versus doing it are very different things. It was a different Luna who thought about doing it earlier. The Luna that is here, now, stuck in her spot is a different woman. One too scared to take the few steps it would take to get me on that elevator.
Turning, I tell myself there is nothing wrong with being a coward. I tried. I failed. The moment I spin, I forget all about being a coward. All about not wanting to get on that elevator. Because there is no other option now. I have to get on that elevator. Something tells me they won’t give me a choice.
“Luna,” Enzo’s voice delivers my voice deep, raw, sending bolts of heat right to my sex. Guess that tingle I’ve felt since I met them was no fluke. “Oh, babydoll, you look…delicious. You came. For us.”
Swallowing hard, I nod. Because yes, I came for them. Or want to come for them, with them, whatever they want. All three men surround me, closing in the same way they did that night we met. They smell so good, they look amazing in classy suits I know cost a fortune, and good lord they’re beautiful. More beautiful than my memory let me believe.
“Y-Yes. I mean…I wanted to know. To see what it was. What you do here. Was it…was it wrong to come? I-I can go,” I stammer anxiously.
Enzo steps forward fast, pinning me against the elevator doors. Tomas and Mateo move on either side, closing me in. They reach out, their hands touching me gently. Cautiously. As if they might startle me and send me running. They’re right to be cautious because I am terrified.
“No, no, you cannot go. We’ve been waiting for you, sugar,” Tomas whispers, his breath warm against my neck as he bends close.
“Waiting…for me? Why?”
Enzo smiles down at me, the light in his eyes dangerous. “We’ve been waiting for you a hell of a lot longer than you know, Luna. We hoped you would come to us once you were ready. Does this mean you’re ready?”
“I…I think so. I don’t know,” I mumble with a wavering voice.
“Do you know what happens upstairs, at Club Sin? Why we come to this place?”
“No. No, I mean…I have an idea. It’s…I mean it’s a…,” trailing off, I drop my voice to a whisper as I go on. “A sex club for the rich and ridiculous. Their own private sexual playground.”
Mateo grins at me, his knuckles dragging down the low, low neckline of my plunging dress. My breathing grows erratic as his palm flattens between my breasts, pressing just over my galloping heart. Giving me a single nod, he affirms what I knew before I came here tonight.
I am here because they want to play with me.
“They have rules, sweetheart. Boundaries. We have rules too,” Mateo whispers, his fingertips tracing the neckline of the dress, dangerously close to my stiff nipple.
“What sort of rules? What happens if I break them?”
Beside me, Enzo groans, his hands coming to grab my hips as he slips behind me. I am stunned by the hard press of his body against mine. A chime sounds before they answer and suddenly, we’re moving. I gasp once I realize as a unit they have moved us onto the elevator together. Proof that they speak without words, they can read one another with ease.
“Oh, babydoll, I hope you do break the rules. We will punish you.”
Falling back against his chest with a thud as the doors close, I moan. His hands are on my hips still, pinning me to his firm body. They’re all so big, tall, wide, thick everywhere. I imagine it would be so simple for them to pick me up, pin me down, take me wherever or however they want.
“Would it…would it hurt? Would you want to hurt me?” I rasp.
They go still around me. Their big hands touching me makes me feel safer than I ever have, here under their power. Still, I wonder what their fetish is. What sort of perversions do they have?
“If you wanted us to, we would. If you were a bad girl, you would leave us no choice.” Mateo dips his head to whisper this almost against my mouth, his dark eyes holding mine.
“What would you want? Club Sin…I mean, they…well, you, explore things you can’t do anywhere else. Tell me why you go there? What is your…kink?”
“Ah, fuck,” Enzo growls behind me, fingers digging into my skin, pushing the dress out of his way. His thumbs find the thing strap of my tiny panties and tugs, as if he wants to tear them off now. “Tell her, Mateo. Tell Luna what turns the three of us on. Why we come here to play together.”
“They turn me on,” Mateo answers as the elevator rocks to a stop. “Tomas is my lover. Enzo is as well. They…let me take the lead, tell them what to do, how to do things. Enzo craves a woman sometimes too, as do I. Tomas…well, before you, he allowed it. Now he seems to crave it too.”
“All three of you…together? You look good together. I bet it would be beautiful to watch,” I ramble, unable to filter myself. I am too turned on. They keep touching me, soft, brief touches that leave my skin burning. My pulse thrums in my veins and I think at this moment I would agree to any rule and follow any command they gave me.
“Yes. It is beautiful. Watching them…I am a lucky man, sweetheart. That is not the kink, is it,” he teases, tsking his tongue as he captures my chin in gentle fingers. What we prefer, what we want…is a good little girl. You could be a good girl for us, can’t you, sweetness?”
Nodding my head is all I can manage. Behind me, Enzo makes another throaty sound before I feel his mouth against my throat. His lips are hot, soft against my skin, scorching a trail of pleasure right to my clit. I feel as if I might combust here on this elevator taking us up to a coven of sin.
“Say it, babydoll. Let us hear it. Will you be a good girl for us? Will you play the games we want to play with you?”
Another nod is all I’ve got. My moan is loud in the elevator as Enzo drags his teeth across the curve of my neck, sinking them into my skin. His hands tug at my panties again and I whimper, my hips rocking. Before I can beg him to go on or give him a verbal answer in case they need it, they move as one once again.
Mateo goes first, turning then stepping off the elevator. I am flanked by the other two men as we step out after him. It takes me a moment to pull air into my lungs, to focus my dizzied gaze. Once I have my bearings, I almost turn to run from what I see in front of me.
In a dark and opulent lounge, dozens of couples, throuple and groups mingle with each other. At first glance it would seem like any other upscale bar or club. If you look closer, pay attention to the clusters of bodies, it is obviously unlike any other place I have ever seen.
At the bar a stunning redhead sits with two men gazing at her with lustful stares. I can see one man has his hand beneath the bar, her dress hiked up as her strokes her sex. On a low, wide chair, a blond sits astride a man, head thrown back as he suckles at her breast as if feeding.
“We will not play out here, babydoll,” Enzo tells me, brushing his mouth against my ear. “No one is getting a free show of you. No fucking away. You can watch all you want, Luna. Not a single taste until we get you to our room. Do you understand me, baby?”
Blinking up at him as he towers over me, the other two closing in as they do, I nod. I might not understand it at all, but I accept one thing. They admitted their kink. They want a good little girl. One who obeys them. Takes their commands while they please her and one another.
Never thought I would let a man run my life. It is why I’ve struggled for so long. Refusing to let my father tell me what to do or who to be. Now I am faced with three men wanting to run things. In this moment, all I want is to obey, to please, and to satisfy them.
“Yes. I understand. I can watch but I cannot touch or taste. Not until you say I can.”
“That’s a good girl. Ready to go play, babydoll?”