Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Lilly
Christian wants me to wear a mask tonight.
At the end of my performance Louise had everything ready for me to change into. All at Tristan’s request. He wanted me in red so I’m wearing a red negligee with matching shoes. The mask is red too and has the same lace and diamante adornments as the negligee.
As I make my way out of the dressing room, I feel like a doll you dress up.
He paid ten thousand again for the night. Ten thousand dollars. It’s money I never imagined. Money I should be happy to add to my estimate but like last night I feel the same uneasiness.
That what-the-hell-am-I-doing moment has come into my mind several times today and by default I think of my goal and why I’m doing this.
Three more months. And this is another night down. But then… there is the matter of Christian as a whole that’s screwed with my mind.
Being with him has caused an internal conflict that I’m not sure how to handle.
I’ve been on edge all day, but I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that the part of me, he reached last night wasn’t looking forward to seeing him again.
And… there’s a definite sense of relief in knowing that it’s him I’ll be with tonight. Not someone else.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the reflection of the patent wall as I come down the wide diamond encrusted stairs and step on to the marble flooring.
The red and gold venetian mask I’m wearing is striking against my pale skin.
The negligee is very pretty but it’s definitely something best reserved for the bedroom.
Because the material is as see-through as the gown, I wore in the crystal ball, I look like I’m here for sex.
I walk on to the dance floor, joining the sea of bodies clashing together, grinding against each other.
The bar is at the end. Sex isn’t allowed on the dance floor, but from the way the people move, I’d have a hard time believing that some of them aren’t doing it under wraps.
I haven’t been down here before when there were people here.
So, it’s going to be the first time I see all the sexual fantasies come to life.
Eyes land on me as I move, and I glance over my shoulder to see a group of men looking at me.
The way they look at me is obvious in regard to what they want to do to me.
I keep moving however but freeze midstride when I see exactly why people come to the Dark Odyssey.
The vision before me is like something you’d see on a porn channel and have to question if what you saw was actually real.
There’s a row of cubicles and the people inside are fucking like they need to survive. It’s like watching animals during mating season gone wild.
There are four people in the cubicle to my left. Two men and two women. All are naked with just masks on, all having sex. Watching them makes my skin flush with ravenous heat.
They were about to switch the women over when one of the guys looks at me and crooks his finger, beckoning me to join them.
Mortification flies through me snapping me out of the trance of shock.
It makes me want to flee, but I force myself not to.
Managing a polite smile instead, I decline the invite and resume my procession through the crowd.
Jesus, I have to get my act together. I need to remember that sex is the norm here. It’s a sex club. That is what it is and angel or not, I’m part of the sexual attractions here.
As I walk on, I see so much more than I ever have and ever imagined seeing in one lifetime. Enough to take my shock to astonishment. So, I keep my focus straight ahead and look to the bar in hope to find Christian.
I scan over the area, looking past the podium of topless dancers but I don’t see him anywhere, what I see is more people having sex.
My gaze lands on a bartender with blond dreadlocks making a bright blue drink. He hands it to a lady and as she steps away, I see Christian leaning against the wall in the corner.
I can’t help the little flutter that ripples through my stomach at the memory of last night and what I did with him.
Everything from the way he kissed me to the way he claimed my body comes rushing back to my mind.
The memory never actually left. I just wasn’t thinking about it.
Now that I’ve seen him, I wouldn’t be able to resist the thoughts even if I wanted to try.
He looks at me like he was watching me the whole time.
Pulling in a deep breath, I make my way over to him and the corners of his mouth lift into a smooth sexy smile. As I approach, I notice a bruise over his left eye that looks like he was hit with something.
He gives me a cocky grin and taps the edge of the bruise when he sees me looking. “Tough day at the office, you should see the other guy,” he mutters.
Over here the music is low, even though we’re technically still on the dance floor.
“Are you hurt?” I ask carefully, feeling like I’m overstepping a boundary by asking the question. It’s the look in his eyes that compels me to want to know.
“No, Lilly St. James. I’m not hurt,” he answers in a smooth voice and gives me a weary smile.
He then surprises me by leaning in close and stopping a breath away, crooking his finger for me to come to his lips. Unlike that guy previously who did the same thing, I don’t have the urge to flee. I go to his lips and give him a brief kiss that warms my cheeks.
Christian moves to my ear and his hot breath caresses over my skin. My whole body comes alive with fire when he runs his thumb over my left nipple, fondling me in public.
“You look beautiful,” he whispers.
“Thank you,” I answer. The combination of his closeness and the way he’s touching me makes knots coil my stomach. My lungs clench when attraction knifes through me and it’s only when he drops his hand back to his side that the constriction in my lung’s releases.
“Ready for tonight?” he asks.
That’s a really good question. Am I? I don’t know. It’s clear I’m completely out of my league here. A fish out of water. What’s worse is he knows.
“Yeah,” I lie. “What are we doing tonight?” At least if I have some idea, I can prep my mind.
“I’m not sure yet. I thought I’d take you on a walk on the wild side and try you for size.
See how far you’re willing to go and what I can do with you.
So far all I know is you don’t like group sex,” he states with a smirk confirming he was watching me earlier and would have most definitely seen how uncomfortable I was when I was watching the group having sex.
I’m grateful for the darkness to hide the crimson sweeping over my cheeks.
“Am I right, Angel?” he asks. “You don’t like to be shared?”
“No… I don’t.” I know I signed up to anything, but I can’t imagine being taken by two men, even though those women look like their having a good time. I just have my fingers crossed that I won’t have to be in any situation where I have to have sex with more than one guy.
“Well that works fine since I have no plans to share you. Come, let’s go,” he stretches his hand out to take mine and I take it.
We go through the glass doors and the music fades. When we make our descent down a set of stone steps, it reminds me of something you’d see in a European castle.
I wasn’t really given much of a tour of the place, but I know what’s down here. The sex dungeon, and special rooms for those with different types of fetishes. I read about it in my employee pack in prep for what I might encounter.
When we get down to the bottom of the stairs Christian leads me around the corner to another set of glass doors. Inside the light has an infrared glow.
“What’s in there?” I ask curiously.
A sexy grin spreads over his face but he doesn’t look back at me. “You‘ll see.”
He opens the door and I do see. My mouth drops and nearly hits the floor when I see several women laid out on rows of tables covered in cream and an assortment of fruit while both men and women feast on them. Or, have sex with them. It’s like a massive orgy, but with food involved.
There’s everything happening in this room.
When I look at Christian, hoping he doesn’t mean for us to do this, I note he’s assessing me.
“Not to your liking?” he asks.
Embarrassed I shake my head. “No,” I answer.
“What if I wanted to do this to you?”
“Do you?” I realize I must sound more braver than I feel.
“Yes…what if it was just me? What if I wanted to cover you in fruit and eat it off you? Would you allow me to do that?” Mischief dances in his eyes and I see he really is trying to figure out what I like and what I’ll do.
My cheeks burn when I imagine him doing that to me. He chuckles when I don’t answer.
“Okay, let me phrase that differently, Angel. Let’s rewind things back to when you ran your car into me. Before you knew who I was there was definitely this chemistry.” He motions from him to me and I find myself biting back a smile at his confidence.
“Are you sure you didn’t just imagine that. The way I remember it was you looking like you were ready to blow my head off.” That’s the real me talking.
He smiles wide and reaches out to touch my face. “Sassy and sexy, I like it,” he states. “And for the record I’m right. There was chemistry. So back to the question, imagine we meet here, and you don’t work here. And, I wanted to do that to you. Would you let me?”
He looks at me now like he’s staring straight through me, looking through the crevices of my mind. I should lie. I’m tempted to, but I think he’d know.
“Yes,” I confess much to his satisfaction and that look of mischief turns into something sinful that makes my pussy clench with need.
“Then maybe I should add that to my to do list,” he says with an edge of a promise for more. That he might book me again. I hate that I find myself wanting that. I shouldn’t. I should just count myself lucky for tonight.
“I have one more place to take you then I think I’ll have you figured out.”
My nerves spike when he places his hand to the small of my back and he ushers me through a pair of wooden doors that lead straight into the sex dungeon.
Heat streaks through me from the chorus of sexual moans that echo across the walls.
The room is full of people dressed in all sorts.
Anything from full leather, to Victorian wear, to nothing at all.
There are men and women chained to the walls, or bound to metal crosses, people being whipped, spanked, or tortured in some way.
Most of the women have collars around their necks and submit to their men.
The dungeon is exactly what I expected. But what’s different is I thought BDSM would be painful. These people, however, look like they’re experiencing unimaginable pleasure.
We walk slowly, looking around like we’re browsing for a movie.
I can’t seem to tear my eyes away either.
My gaze settles on a couple kissing in the corner of the dungeon.
The woman kisses the man with a passion that makes me want to stare.
My fascination with their passion snaps though when he pulls hard on her hair.
She winces with pain, but he plants kisses along her neck, soothing her.
When he lowers to suck her breasts, I see she has nipple clamps. It looks like it hurts, but there’s a pleasurable expression on her face that grows when he starts kissing the area around the clamps.
Watching them fascinates me, but shock flies through me when he lifts her up and I see her hands are tied in front of her with rope.
He lays her down on the ground with her arms extended above her head strips her down and starts to fuck her.
I focus on her bound wrists as she lies on the floor like his captive, except with a smile on her face.
Looking away, my cheeks heat from staring for too long and Christian cuts me a glance of curiosity I don’t miss. I didn’t mean to watch them like a perv. I was just wondering what the woman must have felt being tied up like that.
We continue walking on observing the people until we reach the doors. These are automatic so they open for us and we walk out on to a wide corridor with the same stone floor as the stairs we came down.
“Interesting,” he comments.
I glance up at him. “What is?”
“You wouldn’t mind being tied up,” he notes and my breath stills.
“What?”
Releasing my hand, he walks backwards and looks me over.
“You looked uncomfortable when watching the groups but not so much when you were watching the Dom’s with their subs,” he states. “You don’t seem to like anything where more than one person touches you, but I don’t think you’d mind being a sub and submitting your body to a dominant.”
“How do you know that?” I don’t even know that.
“Angel, you told me not even five minutes ago that you’d allow me to eat food off your body, and the look on your face as you watched that woman was enough.
Both are signs of submitting and you definitely looked curious.
Wearing a mask is supposed to give you freedom to stare and explore what you might be comfortable with.
You looked… I think I have you figured out now. ”
What does that mean?
What is he going to do to me?
“Do you?” I have to ask.
“I do,” he confirms with a wild smile and a surge of panic flies through me from the anticipation of what he has planned if he thinks he has me figured out.
I want to ask him what he means but I hold my tongue realizing I need to be careful with what I say.
This guy owns the club. Last night was last night and there’s an obvious attraction between us.
But I what’s obvious too is that I look completely out of my element.
I don’t doubt that if I look more uncomfortable than I already do, he might get someone else in who can do the job.
Someone who’s a better fit. I can’t allow that to happen.
So, I keep quiet, remind myself I signed up for this, and allow anxiety to kill me slowly.
“The last stop is just out there,” he says pointing ahead to another set of doors.
“What’s out there?”
“Eden,” he smiles and returns his hand to the small of my back. “That’s where we’ll play tonight.”