Chapter 16 Tieran
It wasn’t technically a sex club. They couldn’t call it that—but it was pretty damn close.
Every place my eyes settle is a feast of carnal pleasure.
The room we’re standing in is cavernous, easily reaching fifty feet in height with the same deep burgundy curtains lining the walls.
At the centre of the room is a round stage, tables and booths placed around it, filled with patrons ready to drink to excess, waiting to watch dancers come out and perform.
The space is dimly lit, with small, flickering candles set on tables, and only a few lights around the room casting a soft red glow on the suspended cages filled with nearly naked men and women as they dance languorously to the sensual baseline of the music.
Everything about Stag if she can handle whatever’s about to take place, then surely, so can I.
The male dancer settles in front of the woman, running his palms over her thighs before he grips her knees, ripping them open.
She gasps, and he smirks, leaning forward to brush a kiss to the inside of her leg.
From my peripheral, Jade shifts in her seat.
The dancer reaches forward, building anticipation before reaching under the chair seat, pulling out a lead of rope and handing one of two bundles to his partner.
The female performer sensually parades around her subject, touching and teasing before she grabs his wrists, tying them in place behind the chair.
She makes quick work of his ankles, securing them to the legs of his seat before she stands and straddles his lap, rolling her hips against his groin, forcing his head to drop back.
From three feet away, their counterparts stare at them with lust glazing their eyes.
The male performer now stands behind his subject after tying her to the seat, running his hands down the front of her blouse, slipping beneath the chiffon and grasping her breast. Her mouth parts on a gasp as her spine bows slightly off the back of the chair.
The entire room is enraptured with the scene playing out on the stage, and from the corner of my eye, I can see Jade’s chest heaving slowly, though her face remains impassive. It makes me a little perplexed and a lot curious that she hasn’t gotten up and left.
I risk fully glancing her way, a compulsive need to look at her turning my head.
The red lighting around the room casts a haze on the left side of her face, illuminating her otherworldly beauty, making the blue spot in her eye glow brighter with the contrast. The beading on her dress glows like fallen embers all over her body.
Hellfire incarnate.
She looks sinful in that tiny scrap of black silk being held up by gravity defying skinny straps, chest threatening to spill and her soft thigh peeking out from the slit crawling dangerously high up her leg.
Jade’s hands rest in her lap, where she fidgets with one of the delicate rings on her hand, the only sign she’s even remotely affected—until she shifts slightly in her chair.
My body becomes hyper aware of that subtle movement.
Surely, she’s not—no, I’m reading too much into it.
But then my eyes crawl further up her body, settling on her full mouth, where she’s lightly biting the corner of her lip.
She must sense me staring, because she looks over, sitting up straight and releasing her lip.