Chapter 5
Shadow
This is my kingdom. Sin .
A club aptly named to encompass all that went on behind closed doors.
The front entrance of the building served as the face of the club and, for all intents and purposes, effectively concealed my more lucrative business ventures.
While the waiting list for the general public to get into the renowned club downstairs was quite long, the list for the other sections was exclusive. Some areas were invite only.
Sienna would work in one of these invite-only sections. The VIP area with a high-stakes gambling section. It had the most security and was where I spent most of my time.
Business deals on an international scale were conducted and concluded here.
People paid big money for me to facilitate meetings in an area considered neutral territory, where guns and weapons were not allowed .
Everyone on this floor had to adhere to strict rules, and if a rule was broken at any time, the punishment could be severe. Even deadly.
“Boss, I didn’t think we would see you tonight.” Gavin holds open the soundproof door leading into the VIP section, his face stoic. He never smiled.
Gavin was a big guy, an ex-navy seal, and he had a skill that made him valuable to me. He specialized in interrogation. If Gavin couldn’t get information out of someone, no one could, aside from me. But I rarely got involved in that anymore—the benefits of being at the top of the food chain.
“Boss? You own this club?” Sienna whispers from beside me, her eyes wide as she takes in the area we have just entered.
I know this is a lot for her to process. Since we left the confines of my quiet office, her face has morphed from surprise to shock to astonishment in the short walk from the downstairs area to the upper level.
We were lucky we even made it this far.
I almost lost it when I saw her standing before my bookshelf with the Kama Sutra in her hand. The curious tilt of her head as she examined the sex poses displayed on the pages was so fucking hot that I wished she had nodded yes at my invitation to practice some moves with her.
Soon. She was innocent, but she was also curious—a dangerous combination.
Sienna had never thoroughly explored her sexuality. I could tell from the na?ve way she walked around, unaware of her impact on the opposite sex. Even now, the suggestive glances and obviously lecherous stares stir the devil in me.
Perhaps this wasn’t a good idea. At this rate, I would have to kill half the patrons .
She was a fucking torch walking around in the darkness. And one thing the dark wanted the most was to corrupt. I recognized it in the looks the men gave her, as it mirrored mine.
They would soon learn that the shadows belonged to me, as did the light walking beside me. I would be the only one to corrupt her. And fuck anyone who got in my way or tried to take what was mine.
“Is this club Sin ? I read about it online. You own this?” Her wide green eyes look up at me, waiting for a response.
“Yes.” Her mouth forms an ‘o,’ and my cock twitches as it envisions stretching that ‘o’ bigger.
“Damon, I didn’t think you would be in tonight.” The same inane observation, this time from my GM.
“I hear that a lot. Sienna, this is Gael. Gael is the general manager, and Stacey handles staffing in this section and human resources issues. Sienna is our new trainee server.” I introduce her and tip my head in Stacy's direction, her eyes meeting mine as she excuses herself from a table nearby.
“Nice to meet you.” Sienna smiles brightly at Gael, his whole demeanor changing as his eyes roam my rainbow. He even stands up straighter.
“Wow, are you sure you want to work here? You could make more money in the—” I cut Gael off with a growl and a look, the warning in it crystal clear.
Sienna looks between the two of us, confused. Luckily, with Stacey's arrival, Gael brushes off the tension as he welcomes Sienna to the team.
“Our potential new server, Sienna. Onboard her and get her a uniform. One that fits,” I warn Stacey as I eye her black and white blouse with the top two buttons open, obviously a size too small.
It pushes her d-cups up, exposing the puffy flesh for all to see.
Sienna eyes her cleavage and then looks away, the bar top suddenly very interesting.
If Stacey's cleavage was too much, it’s a good thing Gael hadn’t continued with his suggestion for her to work in the playroom—a spot for our various taboo events.
Our women's entertainment was on now, as it was every Saturday night after nine.
What started as some entertainment to keep the wives busy while their men conducted business turned into a show that rivaled similar ones in Vegas. Naked men prancing around on stage, and the women who came to see them in droves made up at least ten percent of our revenue.
The playroom was also used for other events.
Bachelorettes and bachelor parties, orgies, swinging events, sex competitions, dom and sub group sessions, BDSM, and roleplay nights—if there was something taboo you wanted, we arranged it for a hefty fee.
But no underaged nasty shit. Even a soul like mine had a fucking limit. They could role-play as consenting adults, but if I found any of that happening in my club, someone would be unalived.
Stacey gives me a sultry smile before leading Sienna through a staff-only door next to the bar area. My eyes linger on her retreating figure, the sway of her hips mesmerizing.
“Wow.” Gael whistles as he watches Sienna disappear. At this rate, he might be the first to meet his maker.
“Off limits. You know the rules.” Relationships, even just sexual ones, were not allowed amongst the staff at Sin . I saw the mess they could create when they ended, as all inevitably do, and I wasn’t interested in entertaining it.
Gael hands me a tablet, catching me up on the profits for the last two nights and any issues he deems worth mentioning, while my barman Brian pours me a lowball of Yamazaki, the bottle a gift from Mr. Wang, the supreme kingpin of the Yakuza.
His recent successful business deal in this room meant word of mouth had traveled, and Sin was now on the map as the location of choice amongst the world’s most powerful.
With that came more security and more issues.
Like the snitch we had recently discovered and who Gavin had interrogated just yesterday, successfully pinpointing two other people in my employment who leaked sensitive information. As you can imagine, if anyone found out Sin hired snitches, we would be out of business.
One was the server Sienna was training to replace, Tia. The other was her boyfriend, Danny, and a stripper who worked in the playroom. This added more weight to my rule for not allowing staff to fuck each other or get into the dreaded relationship.
Danny would never have gotten on the wrong side of me if Tia hadn’t convinced him. Pussy. It was every man's downfall. But not mine.
As if having a laugh, Karma chooses that moment, as I think those very words, for Sienna’s laughter to float into the room, catching my attention and those at tables nearby.
Could we ban laughter?
It was out of place in this room, and yet a smile tugged on more than one face as Sienna animatedly told Stacey a story about an incident in university where she had tripped and spilled a jug of beer on her professor.
Stacey smiles back at her, as enraptured as the rest of us.
This was a bad idea.
My eye catches Luciano’s, the heir to the infamous Galeio Oil Rigging company, sitting nearby before his stare returns to Sienna. His head is tipped to the side as he peruses her, his gaze traveling the length of her in one far too slow and lazy sweep.
Her Converse sneakers have been replaced with black five-inch heels, which she manages to walk in effortlessly.
Gone are the jeans that at least covered her delicious legs.
A pleated short black skirt barely covers her ass while a black and white ribbed top is tucked into the waistband, sinching her tiny waist and accentuating her breasts.
While they were not on display like Stacey’s, this look seemed even more provocative. Fuck.
“Did I approve this uniform?” I mumble to Gael, his head nodding in confirmation while his eyes remain on Sienna. “Start looking for less…revealing outfits and send them to me by the time you leave tonight.”
For the love of god. I get up and approach Sienna and Stacey. Sienna continues to talk even as I stand behind her.
“What is this?” My ice-cold tone halts the conversation. Stacey stares at me with a mischievous smile plastered on her face.
Sienna slowly turns, the hair from one of her ponytails gently grazing my neck and doing nothing to tame the beast inside. She looks worried.
My eyes drift between her ponytails. Two goddam ponytails. Stacey has made her look like a schoolgirl.
Sienna tracks my gaze, and her hands fly up to touch the hairbands holding them in place.
Visions of her ponytails wrapped in my fists while I push my cock into her mouth and then use them to set the pace crash through me, giving me an instant hard-on. Thankfully, my jacket hides her impact on me. Or so I thought. Stacey’s chuckle behind Sienna tells me she might be on to me.
“Don’t you like them? Stacey said I would earn more tips like this.” Sienna looks at me like a little lamb. Unaware of its impending doom.
“You. Go.” My eyes meet with Stacey, and with one look, she sheepishly disappears.
“You. With me.” I grab Sienna's arm lightly as I lead her back through the door from which she just came. The door clicks shut behind us, leaving just us two in a dimly lit corridor.
I step toward Sienna, whose pulse is beating frantically in her neck. She is biting her inner cheek nervously.
“Take. Them. Out.” My words are spoken quietly. Softly.
The tension in the corridor is thick and suffocating. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“W-Why?” she stutters out the question and then gulps, her eyes dilating. Her hands rub the material of her skirt while her thighs squeeze together. She doesn’t look away.
She is turned on.
I lean forward, her body stiffening as my lips graze her ear.
“Are you a schoolgirl, Sienna?” Her breathing is shallow and rapid. Goosebumps pepper her skin, and my cock becomes a little harder. I didn’t think it was possible. But apparently, Sienna has a direct fucking link to it. Could very well be its owner for the way it responds to her.
“No?” Her breathy answer comes out more like a question.
“Don’t play games when you don’t know the players, Sienna. The people in that room will eat you up alive. And then I’ll be forced to kill them. Do you want that blood on your hands?” She shivers, and I pull back, expecting to see fear on her face.
What I don’t expect is to see a flush tinting her cheeks pink and her green eyes hooded with lust.
Fuck. I’m fucked.
Luckily for her, the door behind us opens, and Sienna jumps, her face turning bright red with embarrassment .
“Um, Damon.” Gael hesitates behind me.
“What?” Wide green eyes stare back at me.
“Lady Chatman is here to see you.” Dammit.
“I’ll be right out.” Gael closes the door behind us.
“Take them out. You don’t need tips. I pay my staff very well.”
The raging hard-on reminds me who its boss is, twitching as I leave. Just before the door shuts behind me, a small moan reaches my ears, one that replays in my dreams that night as I hold onto two red ponytails.