Chapter 15 #3
Getting up, he moves towards me and I meet him halfway. “I see you found your fun for the night?” I nod in Triss’s direction.
His face flushes and he looks back at her, she is naked except for the silver thong covering her pussy and she smiles at him and blows him a kiss. “Ahh yeah. Triss is umm.. yeah.”
His face turns pink as he runs a hand over the back of his neck.
I laugh at him. “No worries. As long as you know what you’re doing, I couldn’t give two shits.”
I lift my hand palm up. “Shall we?”
I walk toward the darkened hall, where a couple is sitting at a corner table. The man has her skirt up, and she is riding him while he puts his fingers in her mouth and tells her to suck. No one cares if they have an audience.
Anything goes here.
The Black Room is exactly what it sounds like.
It’s a solid black room with only ultraviolet light.
Anything white glows, so basically only the people are visible.
All the toys, benches, and beds are black, no matter what the participants choose to do or use.
All you see are writhing bodies cast in a blue-white light.
The room has a glass wall. There is seating in front of the windows, which only seats about twelve, but most never stay to watch the whole thing.
Access is only through a private door, which the staff will bring the participants in if the room is booked.
Undoing my suit jacket, I take a seat in the back corner.
Carlos sits beside me. “Are the boys going to help with our search?”
“Yeah. Sebastian is on the money trail, Christopher has a few guys he’s putting on the ground and I’m assuming you still have your end covered?” Carlos nods, putting a hand on his chin, and curling his finger over his mouth.
“Are the cameras up and running at the house?” I ask, facing the window again.
“Yeah. Just have to add the one to Isabella’s room.”
“Do it tomorrow after we drop her off at work. I want eyes on her at all times.”
Soft music starts in the speakers above our heads, and they pull the curtain back. Stacy is a vibrant shade of neon white, her alabaster skin glowing under the lights. Her hands and ankles are bound to a cross, and her black blindfold covers her eyes.
They splayed her out in all her beautiful glory.
Her body is on full display and she is spectacular.
She’s all hard muscles and abs. Her breathing is heavy as the music changes tempo and Daniel and Charles enter.
They converge on her, both using their bodies to cover her, stroking and playing with her.
Daniel is the more dominant of the two. He has a thing for edging his women until they beg.
Depending on his mood, he would draw them out for hours till they sob and he finally breaks the agony.
Charles likes his toys and uses them without mercy, which Stacy is into.
She needs to be brought to that level in order to break and she has two of the best Dom’s satisfying her tonight.
A few more couples fill the seats in front of us and Stacy writhes on the cross. The option to have the sound on or off for the public is up to the guests using the room and I guess they kept the sound to themselves tonight and keep it a visual show.
Daniel I has her hair wrapped around his wrist and pulls her head back exposing her throat to Charles’ mouth, both are kissing and sucking on her neck.
Charles is pinching her nipple, and she shakes as Daniel's hand lowers to her pussy and spreads her puffy lips for Charles to pinch her clit.
She shakes visibly and Daniel pulls her hair harder, snapping her head to the side as he takes over, kissing her hard.
Charles has his fingers inside her, pumping hard as Daniel lowers himself, sucking and marking her body as he kneels in front of her spread pussy.
Charles removes his fingers and takes over, kissing her as Daniel nestles between her legs.
Charles bites her nipple, pulling it taunt as he snaps on the nipple clamp.
Stacy shakes and pulls hard on her restraint as he does the same to her other breast.
I can’t help but hear Isabella scream in my mind as I watch the performance, as I marked her for myself. I get hard thinking about her soft lips and how much I wanted to fuck her right there, feel her heat wrap around my cock, and make her mine in all ways.
The couple in front of us moan. He has his hand between her thighs and she’s grinding on his hand as he kisses her.
Standing, I adjust myself and button up my suit jacket. “I’ve seen enough. They are only here for the entertainment, besides it looks like they will be a few hours in the playroom.”
I look over at Carlos. “Are you staying or heading back up?”
Carlos rises with me. “I’ll head back up to the bar. These two will be awhile. I’ll watch over the Jamison crew.”
We make our way back to the lounge and Triss is still in her seat, only she is sitting on another man’s lap stroking his hard cock, whispering in his ear as he strokes her breast. Carlos looks away and heads straight for the door.
I feel bad for the guy, but falling for someone in Silk is a bad idea. People come to play and be free. Commitment isn’t one of the selling points here. So is kissing, I guess because I’m no better than Carlos at the moment.
We reach the door to the club and Carlos opens it and I go ahead of him. I see Christopher talking with a cute blond, and I head straight for him.
He excuses himself and meets me at the corner of the bar. “I’m heading home. Are you staying for a while?”
“Yeah!” He yells over the music. “Just met my date for the night.”
I point in his face, “Don’t use my apartment… I’ll fucken kill you. Take her to your place and mess up your own bed. Do you need Carlos or have you brought your own guys?”
I yell over the music. “I brought my own… I’m good. No movement on Jamison.”
He looks over his shoulder at the booth of drunken men. “Just drinking and partying like the rest of the club.”
“Okay. Talk to you tomorrow.” I point at his dick. “Wrap that shit, brother.”
He laughs and draws me in for a back-slap hug. “Always”, he winks and goes back to the blond at the bar.
I turn and head up the stairs to my apartment; I head over to my desk and run the mouse over the screen; I hit the camera icon. The feed comes up and I scroll through each room. I pause on the one down the hall and bring it up to the full screen.
She is sleeping behind that door. I zoom in. There are still no lights shining under the doorframe. The woman who is now the center of my life, the daughter of a liar and could possibly be one herself.
Shutting the lid down on my laptop, I text Carlos to get the car ready. I’m tired. I just want to go to bed and start a new day tomorrow.