Chapter 20 #2
He waits for us to start ascending, but Cade just raises a brow. “I’m not interested in a tour of your office. If you want me to look over things, take me to the real heart of the place.”
A slow smile appears. “It’s downstairs. There is one thing I’d like you to do. It’s quick…” His eyes wander to me. “Boring.”
“I’m happy to do that.”
We go down, and he opens a panel in the wall where the private suites are, and there’s a small office that has video feed of most of the place.
I stare at three people having sex. Then at a woman riding the mouth of a man with a pony’s tail in his ass and his cock hard with a ring around it. He’s in leather with a half mask and ears. And a mane.
She’s leaning over a sofa, pushing back into his face, rubbing on him, grinding in as he kneels on all fours, a collar and leash on him, the leash in her hand as she tugs him harder against her.
In another, a woman is on a cross being whipped.
Someone else is being dripped in wax.
“They don’t mind?” I ask.
Thomas laughs. “They get off on it. The blank screens are private rooms with no feed.”
I’m getting a little aroused even if a little uncomfortable in watching these people. Do they know the cameras are there? Is this how Cade feels when he watches me?
I glance at him, but he’s not even looking.
And the two men chat about whatever it is Thomas wants done. Clearly, it’s small because Cade does it quickly, setting his phone down as he does so.
Then we’re off, Thomas muttering something to Cade about talking tomorrow over work opportunities with him, but tonight is for fun. To enjoy the club and to see if he wants to join.
“Right now, you’re guests, but there are many perks to being a member. Especially, a VIP member.”
I tune out their work chatter as I take in everything while we move through the club. I try to keep an eye out for Gianna, but I don’t think she’d be here, no one in here looks like they’re in this place against their will.
For someone as broken and lost as Gianna, this would be against her will. Or she’d be so drugged up she couldn’t function.
No one fits that bill.
And I keep getting drawn in by things in the club. People making out, people fucking, people doing all sorts of things that might be considered perversion or degrading to the outside world, but to the people in this lifestyle, this is a pleasure haven, and they’re turned on.
It’s better than I could have ever imagined.
I don’t want to lick shoes or be spanked by a paddle with nail nubs. I don’t want to bleed for sex or actually be a party toy…I don’t think I’m into pain or dressing up as an animal, but…it’s hot to see people get their desires met. To be free.
Even the man, one I recognize as a hero of wrestling, is in pink frills and having his cock sucked by a young man in nothing but a cock ring while a woman with big breasts feeds him her nipple.
Not for me, but it’s fun to watch, and it’s a turn on to see them so into it.
And the things I like, being naked in front of people, exhibitionism like the hostesses and waitresses, of being controlled, that all makes me throb.
But this isn’t about me.
I’m meant to be looking for clues to where Gianna might be.
Problem is, I don’t know how.
Cade catches my eye, and he nods. He mimes holding his phone, and I get it. He deliberately left his phone downstairs. An excuse if he gets caught.
He’s going to do something, but he didn’t tell me what.
I’m glad because chatter bubbles up, but I temper it, focusing it on something else.
“I like your club,” I say to Thomas, trying to distract him. “What’s your favorite room?”
His smile turns smarmy. “I’ll show you.”
And I chatter at him about the bracelet, asking what the stones are and how the fake rubies look so real.
I’m actually floored when he says, “They’re real. I get the bracelet back when you leave, or…we can switch it to diamonds.”
“What does that mean?”
“Wanting to play but with your choice.”
Cade. I’d play with Cade.
“And the emerald?”
“Go. Available. Anyone’s.”
I shiver as he moves closer to me, staring into my cleavage where my nipples are on the constant verge of showing. It’s why I bought this.
His fingers whisper against my thigh, and I want to scuttle away.
“I’m Cade’s. He gets to choose.” Then I step back. “The bracelet means no one will touch, right?”
“Yes.”
“Then I think I should let you get back to being the consummate host. I’m going to explore. Thank you.”
With that, I turn and start looking around. I don’t expect signs to pop up announcing that Gianna has just left, but I’m hoping I’ll see her, see that man who took her and me and locked us up. Who had Cade beaten.
But I don’t, and I find myself back where that lit area is.
This time, it isn’t empty. A couple is having sex. And it’s being filmed, shown on a big screen. He cums in her, and then another man takes his place and fucks her ass. Then another, and another.
Some alternate between pussy and ass, some go for pussy, some for her ass. And I’ve never, ever seen a gangbang before, not like this, not where the woman’s actually into it.
Someone flips her into the pile driver position, and another man ties her into place so she can’t move.
They fuck her, hard and slow, each hole, and I’m mesmerized.
It’s me up there, being pleasured, used by all these men, these strangers. Me helpless. Me naked.
“Stop fantasizing about it being you,” Cade murmurs in my ear, sliding a hand around my waist, against my skin under the corset. “I’m never letting that happen.”
“Not even if I beg?”
He laughs. “I want you to beg. But no. I don’t think I’m a sharing kind of guy.”
Cade bites my throat, and I moan at the sparks that twist through me, right to my clit. And he rubs against me.
He’s hard, and I rub back.
I’m tingling, wet, throbbing.
“But you’re enjoying the show, selfishly.” His other hand slips down and pulls my skirt up, my top down to expose my nipples.
And then he starts to stroke my clit, and I tremble, vision blurring.
His fingers move then, and he pushes them into me, and I spasm.
I need more.
He starts to fuck me with his fingers, that rough push of his fingers working magic within me, and the pressure builds and builds until I explode, coming hard, moaning loud.
Cade laughs. “Fuck, Vi. Are you trying to upstage the gangbang on the stage? So greedy and filthy.”
I look around as he pushes my skirt higher, really exposing me, and his hand moves away. In that moment, I completely forgot where I was.
And people are looking.
Cade turns me and pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Suck them clean. I want you to know how good you taste. So, do it. Now.”
I do, I suck my juices off him, licking each digit clean.
He pulls his fingers from my mouth slowly, trailing wetness down over my chin, down to my nipples.
And heat burns in my skin.
“I think…I think I need a drink.” Because if I didn’t before, I do now.
This is just the start of the evening.
What the hell’s going to happen next?