Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
VIOLET
I turn to Cade as we’re driven to this club, the Dungeon. “If you tell me what’s off topic and what’s on, I’ll scream. I get it. I sometimes spew out words. And it’s a good strategy having in my head avenues to tumble down, but…we need to be real, Cade.”
“We are being real.”
He looks so hot I can barely think straight, barely breathe. He always looks good, but there’s something about his all black outfit being a sharp three piece suit that melts panties.
If I was wearing panties.
He’s all jealous over me. At least, I think he is. Because he seems to want me to make myself as small as possible and stick to him like glue, which I intend to.
But what about him? The women there are going to take one look and drool. Want him.
I know deep down he’s been to places like this before.
I’m all nervous energy, and he’s cool, thinking of other things than being in a sex club.
“Really real. This Thomas gave you an invite, knowing you’re a hacker—”
“Yep, and he might invite me to look at his system, and he might not. If he doesn’t, I’m going to need for you to not let anyone near you while I disappear. Go to the bathroom or something. Go wait in the car. I’ll say you don’t feel well.”
I look at him. “That’s utter bullshit.”
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“Cade.” I take a deep breath. “He might want you to work for him, but he’s also intrigued as to why you met with him over the club. You went for whatever opportunity you thought best…”
I shake my head as he goes to speak. “I don’t need to know the details. But he could have skipped tonight and gone straight to making an appointment with you in his offices. Or not wanted me there. We need to sell him on the fact we’re into this. Which…which we are.”
“If you don’t feel right—”
“I wouldn’t be here.” I say this quietly. “But the fact we’re into this stuff is an easy sell. And it’ll show you’re genuine. You just…saw an opportunity for both work and access to an exclusive club.”
He turns and stares at me.
I shrug. “I’m an analyst, and part of that is being a strategist.”
“So I see,” he says slowly.
“We sell him on the lifestyle, and we align our preferences with what they do in there.”
This is where I’m going in blind. I’m not sure if this is a dungeon that caters to specific tastes or it’s anything goes.
My play preferences were always kept between me and my partners, never on display. And many of them were just fantasies, until Vi came into my life.
I never thought they’d ever become real, and I like it that we play at being real.
“So, you’re saying we do whatever the club does in order to get his trust?”
“Yes,” I say, unsure if he’s playing with me or not. He’s got his Ghost game face on.
“What’s on your mind?”
“I don’t know, I’ve never been to a place like this, have I? I don’t know what to expect.”
“You’ve thought about it?”
I squirm. “Only since Thomas said we were going. I…I knew places like this existed, but I didn’t think I ever explore my fantasies in a club.” I bite my lip. “Maybe I thought you’d tell me what to do.”
“Like your mine to control? Like you have to obey? My little sweet and dirty sub?”
A shudder of pure excitement races through my veins. “Yes.”
“What if I stripped you in there? Would you like it?”
“Yes.” The word slips free.
He starts to smile. It’s pure Ghost, the cool demeanor of a master. “It turns you on, being naked, with me touching you. Letting others do the same…”
Oh, the fantasy of that is up there, but it’s something I think I want to keep just as fantasy. The touching.
But I don’t think he’d like others touching, so I look at him. “Yes, it’s on my bucket list.”
“Like hell that last one is.”
“Maybe it is.”
“And maybe you just want to see me kill people?”
My cheeks burn. “Fine. Maybe touching is a step too far.”
“But looking?”
And I run my hand over his cock that’s hard in his pants. I squeeze, and he hisses in a breath. “It’s hot. As long as you’re there.”
“Always. How else am I guarding my property?”
His.
And he’s mine.
I’m not sure what I expected when the car pulls up, but the non-descript outside was not it. Nor was the black silk and velvet foyer in through the oak door.
A woman marks Cade off on her iPad, and her silver blonde hair and skin tight white floor length white latex dress makes her compelling to the eye.
I can’t look away. But Cade slides his hand in mine as two almost invisible black doors open, letting music pour out.
It’s not loud, but it’s there, a beat of sex and sensuality in it as we go inside.
People talk and touch in corners, and there are a couple of mostly naked women. One woman is being fingered, another ignored by her master as she sits on the floor, a dog collar around her neck and her pussy and breasts showcased in leather straps.
Another woman in a silk gown is on her knees, alternating between two men’s cocks, sucking them down as the men stroke her hair.
“Relax,” Cade murmurs. “Act like you’re having fun, which you will be. Come on, let’s get a drink.”
He leads me to a bar, where I slide up on a stool, Cade helping me, as I take deep breaths.
I take the whiskey he presses into my hand, and I down half of it.
There’s a world of difference being lost in the act, deep in subspace to watching it happen.
The lewd acts seem dirtier. Everything is dialed up, and I let the booze warm me, set my thoughts on Cade touching me, making me do all the things those women are doing, and I relax.
“Better?” His lips brush my forehead as he slides a hand into my coat, into the corset to play with a nipple.
I moan and nod. “Yes.”
“Good, I’m going to need you to take that coat off in a minute. Thomas is heading this way.”
A thrill passes through me. Not at the thought of the creepy man. He might be attractive, objectively, but I’m not even remotely drawn to him. I find him creepy.
But… Taking my coat off for Cade, my Ghost, is a high-octane thrill.
I got the coat specifically for that one dramatic moment. And doing it in front of Thomas works perfectly.
“Welcome,” Thomas says, arms out. “Welcome to my…”
He trails off as I unbutton and remove my coat, letting it fall. It doesn’t even touch the ground.
There’s another beauty, red hair, floor-length latex gown, there to catch it.
Thomas’s gaze moves greedily over me, but the only gaze I cling to is the hungry, proprietary one from Cade.
Weirdly, I feel more exposed than if I was naked.
Cade’s fingers brush the exposed sliver of skin on my lower back, centering me.
I focus on him, and the salacious gaze of Thomas doesn’t hit as much.
“I was going to offer you the freedom to sample from our girls who work here, the ones who don’t wear a bracelet. But your…partner is more delightful than I first thought, though, I fear she may be wearing too many clothes.” And Thomas smiles.
Bracelets? I want to ask what those are for, but I keep my mouth shut. I’d know if we come places like this.
Thomas moves closer, gaze like sweaty fingers on me. “And you, what do you want? Diamond? Emerald? Ruby?”
“Ruby.” Cade holds out his hand and for a moment, Thomas’s mouth tightens.
“Don’t touch? Maybe the girl wants to be touched, Cade. Don’t be greedy.”
He steps in close, and it takes everything I am not to shrink back. He reaches out, intent on putting hands on me, but Cade grabs his wrist, and I gasp.
My response seems to diffuse the situation, and Thomas laughs. “You’re one of those, I see.”
“‘Partners’ is her way of saying she’s my property, and I’m a greedy man.”
He holds Thomas’s gaze a moment, then lets go, and Thomas smiles, but I don’t think it reaches his eyes. He does, however, reach inside his jacket pocket and pulls out some bracelets.
Thomas selects one with big red stones and hands it to Cade, who puts it on my wrist.
It’s pretty iridescent red stones, gold chain, and what look like gems. They’re big, so I’m sure they’re fake.
Even if someone’s paying a lot to play here, to be a member, they wouldn’t give out chunky bracelets worth a fortune.
Would they?
Thomas looks me up and down one more time. “I think this is her first time at a real club, one with class, substance, and all the dark fantasies your hearts and libidos desire. I’ll give you a tour, and we can chat, Cade.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The grand gestures of Thomas make me think he doesn’t give tours to just anyone, and I don’t think he plays up here, or on the other floors we go to. When we’re down where the private suites are, I notice a door with a key pass on it.
At first, I think it’s an office, but there are men that go in there, so I figure it’s something else.
But I don’t have time to ponder, as we head back up to the level below ground, where there’s a bar, a lit area, and people drinking, touching.
And the way Thomas keeps looking at me, at my breasts, I can’t shake the feeling he’d like to be sampling me.
I’m not sure why. I’m not that pretty, and I’m nothing compared to some of the women in here, especially the naked ones who move about, serving drinks, being touched, stroked, felt up.
I get why the men want to touch them, some of the women, too.
The only person not visually feeding on those women is Cade.
Even Thomas looks, but only to gaze back at me, the predator in him breathing down my metaphorical neck.
I put up with it, smile. Pretend to be flattered.
For the sake of Gianna.
“And as the last thing, I’ll show you my office.” Thomas gestures to the sweeping staircase where a naked hostess stands in stilettos with a tray of shots.
She comes down, and Thomas takes one. So does Cade. And while I don’t want a drink, I take one, and I’m shocked to find it’s a shot of iced Jasmine tea with the softest bubbles.
“It’s our signature non-alcoholic bubbly. Refreshing and perfect for those who don’t want to muddy their vibe with booze. The bars have an array of mocktails that are divine, too.”