Chapter 3
When we step into the club that evening, I’m completely out of my depth. The place looks like sex wrapped in velvet. Burgundy curtains, dark wood, chandeliers that make everyone look gorgeous.
People dressed in elegant clothes laugh and chat at the bar or sit in booths. I can feel their curious eyes on me. Appraising.
I move closer to Leo instinctively. He places a reassuring hand on the small of my back, his palm warm through the thin fabric of my dress. Leaning down, he murmurs in my ear, “Remember, you’re mine. No one will touch you without my permission.”
I nod, pulling in a deep breath. He’ll keep me safe.
I’m wearing a purple dress that hugs my curves and shows off my cleavage, paired with heels that make my legs look amazing.
I feel sexy, but all the eyes on me make me feel vulnerable too.
But isn’t that part of the point? To be seen, to be desired, but to belong only to Leo?
As if reading my thoughts, he says, “Everyone here has consented to be part of this environment, lass. To watch and be watched. That’s the agreement when you walk through those doors. No one is here by accident, and everyone knows exactly what kind of club this is.”
Something loosens in my chest. This isn’t like being caught doing something shameful. Everyone here chose to participate in this particular kind of pleasure.
Leo guides me to the bar, his hand never leaving my back.
He orders us non-alcoholic drinks per the club rules.
As we wait, he caresses my shoulder and neck.
A subtle, possessive touch that doesn’t go unnoticed by those around us.
I catch the envy in some of the men’s eyes nearby, and it sends a thrill through me.
Drinks in hand, Leo leads me to a booth in a secluded corner, and he slides in beside me. I sip my fruity drink and giggle when I think about how different my life is right now from what it was two days ago.
“Nervous?” Leo asks.
“A little. But I trust you.”
His smile softens, and he leans over to kiss me gently. “Good girl. Now let’s have a little fun.”
He slides his hand under the table, resting it on my knee. His thumb traces a slow circle on my skin, and he leans close, his breath warm against my ear. “I want to touch you right here, lass. With all these people around. Is that something you want?”
My pulse kicks hard. I nod, not trusting my voice. If I open my mouth right now, I might moan.
“Words, pet. I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes, I want that.”
His smile turns predatory. “Good girl.”
Slowly, he begins to move his thumb upward, pushing the hem of my dress with it.
I tense, my eyes darting around the room, but no one seems to be paying us any attention.
His fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and he rubs gently over my bare pussy—no panties, just as he demanded. Pleasure jolts through me.
Holy hell. I grip the edge of the table. “Leo,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking for.
“Shh, my pet.” His fingers continue their torturous teasing. “Let me control your pleasure.”
I try to relax into his touch. He slips his fingers between my slick folds, stroking through my wetness. I press my lips together, stifling a moan as he circles my clit. Just enough pressure to make me squirm but not enough to satisfy.
This is insane. I’m getting fingered under a table at a sex club like I’m ordering appetizers. What does that say about me? My pussy votes that I stop overthinking it.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, his voice husky near my ear. His accent thickens slightly. “So wet for me already.”
I whimper, my hips moving slightly, seeking more friction. He chuckles softly. His fingers still.
“Not yet, my sweet lass. We’re just getting started.”
He withdraws his hand, leaving me aching and needy. I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off them with deliberate slowness, his eyes locked onto mine the entire time. It’s filthy. I can’t look away.
“Delicious,” he says, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “I think it’s time we explore more of the club, don’t you?”
My heart pounds as I slide out of the booth on shaky legs. Leo takes my hand, steadying me, and leads me deeper into the club. My thighs are slick and every step reminds me of how desperately I want more.
We pass through a curtained doorway into a larger room filled with plush seating areas. The walls display artwork depicting various scenes of erotic play—bodies intertwined, faces contorted in pleasure.
“This is the main play area,” Leo explains. “Here, people can indulge in their fantasies more openly.”
Holy shit. Couples and groups everywhere, doing everything from making out to—yeah, that’s definitely a blowjob happening on that couch.
A woman across the room catches my eye. She’s on her knees, head thrown back in obvious pleasure while her partner whispers something in her ear. She looks utterly lost in the moment, and I recognize the surrender in her expression. That’s what I must look like when Leo takes control.
Is that what I want? To let go like that in front of strangers?
My pussy throbs, answering the question before my mind can.
Leo guides me to an unoccupied couch in the corner, where we can observe without being too conspicuous. He sits down and pulls me onto his lap, his arms wrapping around me protectively. I lean back against his chest.
“Watch,” he says, his breath warm on my ear. “See how they give and take pleasure.”
I do as he says, my eyes drawn to a nearby scene. A woman is bent over a spanking bench, her wrists and ankles secured with soft leather cuffs. Her partner stands behind her with a flogger in his hand. He runs the tails over her bare skin before he begins to strike.
Each impact makes her cry out, her body tensing and then relaxing. Her partner pauses, caressing her gently, pressing kisses to her reddened skin before resuming. Their dynamic is mesmerizing.
Would I want that? I watch her face transform with each stroke—pain turning into pleasure turning into something that looks like she’s left the planet. My breath comes faster just watching.
Leo’s hard cock presses against my ass through his pants. He shifts slightly beneath me, his hand sliding under the hem of my dress to caress my thigh. I squirm against him, seeking more.
“Do you like what you see, my pet?”
“Yes.” My breath hitches as his fingers trace the edge of my bare pussy. “It’s intense.”
He hums in agreement and slips his fingers between my slick folds to stroke my clit. “Would you like to feel the bite of the flogger?”
I hesitate. The idea is both terrifying and exhilarating. “I...I think so. Maybe. I want to explore.”
“That’s my brave girl.” His voice is warm with approval as his fingers circle my clit. Pleasure jolts through me. “We’ll start slow and explore your limits. But for now, let’s focus on this.”
He increases the pressure, moving his fingers in quick circles. It’s difficult to stay quiet as the pleasure builds. I’m dimly aware of the people around us, but all my focus narrows to Leo and his fingers on my clit.
I’m being fingered in a room full of people, and instead of shame, all I feel is a desperate need to let go completely.
“You’re allowed to come, my sweet lass.”
His words push me over the edge, and I climax with a soft cry, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. Leo holds me tightly, his fingers slowing but not stopping, drawing out every shudder and tremor until I’m boneless against him.
Leo’s display of dominance hasn’t gone unnoticed, and there are murmurs of approval as I come down from the high. Pride hits me out of nowhere. I just came in front of strangers and enjoyed it.
I like belonging to him so completely that he could do this to me anywhere. A month ago, that thought would have horrified me. Now it just makes me want more.
Leo’s voice is warm with satisfaction. “You’re my good girl. You did so well.”
He removes his hand from between my legs. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he licks his fingers clean again. The sight sends lust zinging through me, even though I’m still trembling from aftershocks.
“Are you ready to explore more?” he asks, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
A slow smile spreads across my face at the thought of more. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
Leo helps me to my feet. My legs are still unsteady, and he keeps his arm around my waist as we move through the club.
We enter a smaller room with various implements hanging from the walls—floggers, crops, paddles, and other toys I don’t even recognize.
A few other groups of people are engaged in their own play.
Leo approaches a table displaying an array of sleek objects. He picks up a small, bullet-shaped vibrator and holds it up. “Have you ever used one of these?”
A blush rises to my cheeks. “Yes, but never in front of anyone before.”
“Well, we’ll have to remedy that.”
He turns on the vibrator, and it buzzes softly. He touches it to my arm, and the sensation sends a jolt of desire through me as I imagine what it will feel like between my legs.
“You’re going to use this while I watch. But you aren’t allowed to come without my permission.”
Butterflies swirl in my stomach. The thought of performing for Leo thrills me, but I also feel shy about doing it in front of other people. What if I look ridiculous? What if…
“Go on, my freeuse pet,” he encourages. “No one here is judging you.”
I pull in a deep breath and accept the vibrator from him. When I glance around the room, everyone is absorbed in their own pleasure. Leo watches me eagerly when I turn back to him.
Slowly, I lift the hem of my dress, revealing my bare pussy. I slip the vibrator down my body, the cool metal against my flushed skin making me shiver. I tease myself, running it over my inner thighs, circling closer to my aching pussy.
When I finally press it against my clit, I moan in pleasure, rolling my hips in sync with the toy.
“You’re beautiful,” Leo says, his voice rough. “So sexy and all mine.”