Chapter Five
The club was tucked away in a part of the island I hadn’t seen before, down a winding path that led to what looked like an old plantation house. From the outside, it appeared abandoned, but when Syx knocked three times on the heavy wooden door, it swung open to reveal a completely different world.
The interior was dark, lit only by red lights that cast everything in an intimate sensual glow. The walls were draped in black velvet and soft music pulsed through hidden speakers. It was something slow and hypnotic with a heavy bass line.
There were a lot of people here too. Most of them were naked. Their bodies on full display, but what caught my attention were the necklaces everyone wore in different colors. Some were gold, some silver, some black and some white, none of them were red.
“What do the colors mean?” I whispered to Syx as we walked deeper into the intimate space.
“Different things,” he said with his hand resting on the small of my back.
“Gold means they’re open to being watched.
Silver means they’re open to joining others.
Black means they’re only here to watch. White means they’re still exploring.
There are other colors you might see too, but those are the main ones. You already know what red means.
I watched as a couple, both wearing gold necklaces.
They kissed passionately against a wall as their hands roamed freely over each other’s bodies.
My eyes squinted in the dimmed lighting as I noticed him saw fingering her.
Oddly surprised, my mouth gaped open in shock.
No one else paid them any attention. It was just… normal here.
“This is insane,” I breathed.
“Yeah, but I’m used to it,” Syx mentioned. “C’mon let me show you around. It gets nastier than this,” he grinned.
We moved through the main room and I couldn’t stop staring.
In one corner, a woman was bent over a velvet couch while a man fucked her from behind.
Her moans mixed in with the music. The guy fucking her was Trevanté Rhodes fine.
His leg was hiked up on the couch as he gave her the business—fucking the shit out of her.
Noticing Syx and I, his eyes roamed over me with a lust filled smirk on his face.
In a territorial way, Syx draped his arms around me, claiming ownership and the guy looked away, getting back to the drill session at hand, noticing the red band too.
In another area, three people were tangled on a large cushion, their bodies moved in a perfect rhythm.
“People just…have sex out in the open?” I asked, my voice barely audible.
“Some do,” Syx answered. “The main floor is for people who want to be seen. But there are private rooms too, behind those curtains.” He gestured to several doorways draped with heavy fabric. “Those are for people who want more privacy, but still want to be in the space. They like the atmosphere.”
“Can we look?” I asked, then immediately felt embarrassed. “Sorry, that’s probably—”
“It’s natural to be curious,” he grinned. “But we have to respect boundaries. The curtains are there for a reason. If someone wanted you to see they’d be out here.”
I nodded, trying to absorb everything. The energy in the room was electric, charged with desire and possibility. I could feel it humming through my body, making my skin hypersensitive and my breathing shallow.
“Come on,” Syx said. “Let me show you the rest.”
He led me through the space, pointing out different areas.
There was a bar where people could get drinks, a lounge area with plush seating, a dance floor where bodies moved together in ways that were more sex than dancing.
He was careful to keep us in public areas, never venturing too close to private spaces, but as we passed one of the curtained doorways, I heard a sound that made me freeze.
It was a low, masculine groan that was achingly familiar.
Without thinking, I stepped closer and peeked through a small gap in the curtain.
My entire world tilted. Malcolm was on a leather chair, his head thrown back and his face contorted in pleasure and on his on knees in front of him was a man, bobbing his head up and down his dick, while jacking off his own.
A gasp escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
It was a small shocked sound that cut through the loud music.
Malcolm’s eyes flew open and his head jerked up.
My eyes met his and for a split second, we just stared at each other.
His face went from a euphoric pleasure to shock then to something like fear. I saw his mouth form my name.
“Nyne—”
But I was already moving. Blindly my hand reached for Syx. I found his arm, though he only let go for a millisecond. My fingers dung in his skin.
“We have to go,” I said, my voice shaking. “Please. We need to leave.”
Syx didn’t ask any questions. He just wrapped his arm around me and guided me quickly through the club, past the writhing bodies and red lights, out into the cool night air.
My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst through my chest. My hands were shaking trying to process what I’d just seen.
Malcolm was getting his dick sucked by a man.
A motherfucking man!
Did that make him gay? Had he been gay the whole time we were married?
Is that why he’d cheated and decided to divorce me?
Is that why our sex life had been so…dull?
Did it make him gay if he was getting his dick sucked by a man?
Or was it just experimentation? Most importantly, why was he here, on this island, at this club?
One question after the other, they kept tumbling over and over in my mind until I felt dizzy.
“Hey,” Syx said gently, his hand caressed my shoulders. “You good Nyne? You need to sit down?”
I realized were back outside the club, standing in the garden area. I was breathing too fast, so fast that my chest had tightened.
“I’m fine,” I lied. “I just needed some air.”
He studied my face, his expression concerned. “You want a shot? There’s a bar inside or you can get something from my office.”
“Your office?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I own part of this place. I have an office upstairs where I can oversee everything in the main room. It’s only to make sure every one is safe and following the rules.”
“You own this?” I asked, momentarily distracted from my spiral.
“Part of it,” he confirmed. “Me and two other investors. It’s been running for about three years now. Come on, let me get you that drink.”
He led me back inside, but this time we went up a winding staircase I hadn’t noticed before.
His office was on the second floor, behind a locked door.
When he opened it, I was surprised by how normal it looked.
There was a desk, a black leather couch, bookshelves, and one entire wall of windows that looked down onto the club floor below.
From up here, I could see everything. It was like watching a living, breathing work of art, shockingly.
“Sit,” Syx demanded, gesturing to the couch. He moved to a small bar cart in the corner and poured two shots of something amber. “Drink this.”
I took the glass and downed it in one gulp. The liquor burned going down, but it helped steady my nerves.
Syx sat beside me, close enough that I could feel his warmth. “You want to talk about what happened down there? You started acting funny when your nosy ass peeked behind that curtain. What you see? Shit, their ain’t no tellin’ what you saw.”
“No,” I uttered quickly.
He didn’t push to reveal what had me crushed. Instead he nodded and gulped a shot of his own.
I stared at the club floor, watching the bodies move together. Despite everything falling in my lap and seeing Malcolm commit in gay acts, I felt something else stirring inside me. I was so turned on, deeply, and I had no idea why.
“Syx,” I muttered barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?” His bushy brows rose.
“I’m, so fucking disgusted,” I spat. “But I’m sort of turned on. I just saw my ex husband getting his dick sucked by a man. Amid all of that I’m so turned on right now. What the fuck is wrong with me?” I shrieked.
My eyes turned to slits as I glanced over at him with widened eyes and a low gasp escaped my throat. “You put something in my drink didn’t you?”
“Nyne,” he scoffed. “Be fucking for real. I’on need to drug you to fuck you.”
Blankly, I stared at him, studying his expression.
Childishly, I needed someone else to blame for my own pity.
Did I really mean that shit? I didn’t, but I needed someone else to take my anger out on, but it wasn’t right.
Syx didn’t do shit to me, so why I was making him suffer for the shame of another man?
Releasing a deep breath, my chest sank. “I know, I’m just—”
He cut me off to say, “Irritated and need somebody to blame.”
I shot my eyes over at him and parted my lips to offer and apologize. “I’m—”
“Ain’t no need to feel sorry for yourself, Nyne. You’re human and you’re entitled to feel shit.”
“I don’t want you thinking I have feelings for him at all.” I offered an explanation. “I don’t want to feel anything but hate for him.”
Syx’s brows hiked. “None of that is my concern baby. That’s a personal matter on the other side of your heart I don’t have access to.”
Yet, is what I really wanted to say, but I chose the safe side.
“That only answers one question, but not the other.” I retorted.
Syx licked his lips and said, “Lay back and relax for me.”
“What?” I questioned him, my voice laced in nervousness. “Right here, right now.”
“Yes. Do as I tell you to.”
Obeying him, I laid back. My bare back felt the coolness from the leather couch, but I didn’t flinch. Instead, I sank deeper into the couch and anticipated his next move. Before I could blink, Syx bent down, parted my legs and slid my lace thong to the side and inhaled my scent.
“You’re here with me. You belong to me. You’re wearing my wrist band, so you’ll do as I tell you to until I tell you to stop. That’ll gone on for the remainder, as long as you’re here. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I murmured.
He shot his eyes up at me and held the gaze for a while, neither one of us looked away. But I blinked, unable to hold the gaze.
“You’re staring at me,” I said softly.
“I know,” he responded. “You’re beautiful Nyne.
And you smell so damn good. You always smell good.
Shit drives me crazy. It shouldn’t but it does and your pussy,” he sighed and gazed down at my swollen, wet lips.
“Your pussy is so fucking pretty. When I close my eyes, this is all I see behind my lids. I ain’t suppose to be thinkin’ ‘bout you like this. I’m breaking all the rules and that shit ain’t fair. ”
My breath caught in the back of my throat. “Syx…” My voice trailed off.
“I know what I said about boundaries, and not catching feelings, but sitting here with you, watching you discover yourself and seeing you come alive, and closer to your goal, it’s getting harder to remember why I made those rules.”
My heart began to race. “Then maybe it’s time you stop following them.”
His chiseled jaw tightened. “That’s dangerous Nyne. This is dangerous. You make me break my own fuckin’ rules,” he spat angrily, and palmed his head. Then he muttered something I couldn’t make out to himself.
“I don’t care,” I retorted.
He raised his head, his eyes locking with mine, igniting a potent mix of need and something dangerous, a flame that burned too fiercely to extinguish.
For a long moment, we just looked at each other. The air between us was electric, charged with possibility and desire. It was something deeper, neither of us wanted to name.
He held out his hand. “Come here,” he said.
I took it, letting him pull me to my feet as I adjusted my dress. He led me to the window, positioning me so I was facing the club floor below, with his body pressed against my back.
“Look down there,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “All those people, experiencing pleasure without shame, including your faggot ass ex-husband—”
At his last statement, I hit in in the stomach with my elbow, not that it fazed him at all.
“Just let me show you what your body is capable of.” He continued.
I nodded, unable to form words.
As we left the club, I didn’t look back and Malcolm was the last thing on my mind and I didn’t dwell on what I saw or what it meant anymore. All I could think about was Syx, and the promise in his voice, and the way my body was already aching for his touch.
Whatever happened next, I was ready for it.