Chapter 16
BLAIZE
Sex was one of the most beautiful and natural things humans created when we were placed on this ball of flaming rock. Thank you Eve for biting that stupid fucking apple.
I watched intently from my office through the big bay window overlooking the playroom.
The main club was where everyone would gather to come in, but I wouldn’t be dumb enough to have our playroom in view of unexpected guests.
When I decided to open the X-rated part of Hades, I made sure the public playrooms and the overnight rooms were separated from the strip club.
There were rumors of my BDSM club, but only exclusive members could join after an extensive background check.
It was mainly women, but I allowed spouses and partners to be members as well as long as they knew their place.
When I created the new foundation, I didn’t want the public playroom in full view when someone entered through the door.
Instead, when they walked into the club, the first thing they saw was Hunter and the lights from the strip club.
Everything else was hidden from view. Stragglers were rare, but curiosity got the better of everyone once in a while.
If anyone ever decided to ask questions, my sex club was hidden away from prying eyes.
Our public playroom was downstairs where people could watch the couples play.
My office was in the perfect area to have access to the hidden room from here, a bird’s eye view in case something happened.
Hunter and Annika were two of our best shows.
Hunter gave domination and pain, while Annika and her three men gave sensuality and passion.
The four of them disappeared into each other when they were on stage, creating an enchanting show for their viewers.
Of course, we had private rooms to consensually dive into the darkest depths of someone's kinky mind.
Some of the rooms had peepholes so they could be watched.
The only public sex allowed in my club was what happened in the public playroom.
People were so entranced with what was being done on stage, that they drowned out with the people around them.
I had plans of opening another club on the Florida-Georgia line, but I needed to get with Cinder to make sure she would be able to help.
Her sister didn’t know about her extracurricular activities when she would visit Washington, so I didn’t know how it would work out.
I remember when I met her. I wanted to stab her, but now she was one of my closest allies.
Tonight, Hunter was entertaining in one of the smaller areas.
Nipple torture and forced orgasms was the tip of the iceberg for her.
The two of us were alike in many ways with our kinks, and I taught her a lot of the things she practiced.
The woman, I recognized as Everly, was bound, clamps on her nipples and her clit as Hunter worked the G-spot vibrator into her.
I was not a fan of Everly or her snarky attitude towards me.
She’d bend to Hunter’s will, but when it came to me, she acted like I was the devil incarnate.
Her eyes flashed with hatred when she saw me.
When she started working here four years ago, she attached herself to Hunter, which was understandable.
Hunter was the favorite between the two of us, and my girls were drawn to her like moths to flame.
Maybe it was the Amazonian figure and tattoos or the imperious attitude and her love for brats.
In public, she stayed clad in leather, but she refused to let people touch her.
I knew where she was hurt, I knew why she had her scars, and that was a part of herself she’d never reveal to a quick lay.
The only way people could see her scars was if they were between her legs or fucking her from behind, and Hunter didn’t allow people to touch her or fuck her. She only brought pleasure.
She was wearing tight, black, leather pants with ribbon going all the way up to her hip, revealing parts of her thigh tattoos.
It was paired with a black leather halter top that showed ample cleavage and her phoenix tattoo on her back.
Her hair was framing her face as she whispered dirty promises to her submissive.
Everly was quivering with pleasure until she squirted all over Hunter's hand, bringing the crowd to a standstill. Hunter was one of the best people when it came to pain-filled pleasure—other than me—but I didn’t perform anymore. Not since losing my wife.
I did miss it sometimes, the control. Having my sub’s power in my hands as I drug out their desires, morphing it into sweet pain before orgasmic pleasure.
Olivia loved it. She loved being watched more.
I couldn’t count how many people watched me fuck her into oblivion, and I loved it because all they could do was watch her.
I was the one buried inside her, kissing her lips and bringing her pleasure.
Once she was gone, my thrill for performing left with her, but I still enjoyed watching a good show.
Familiar faces filled the crowd, watching in awe as they took in the show.
We had a few new patrons who gave in to their desires after hearing about us through word of mouth, but we kept our policy strict.
I met Cross at the front of the club to see he had a scab on his lip with a faint bruise. “What happened?”
“Uh, Kadence had a nightmare and I stupidly tried to help her.”
Hawke told me Kadence was jumpy and had nightmares since waking up. “Are you dumb?”
He chuckled awkwardly. “I was passing by when I heard her scream. I thought I could offer a hand. Layla helped her, though. Kadence is a sweet kid, but she’s scared.”
Scared. I could see it too, even when I saw her at Roadhouse.
She had a look in her eyes that reminded me of Olivia.
I didn’t like being in the dark, but I knew enough about trauma to understand why someone wanted to hide away.
The last thing I needed was this woman bringing her problems to my town for me to deal with.
“Has she said anything to anyone? Layla?”
“Ranger and Sin asked, but Kadence didn’t tell her anything.”
I didn’t like that, but I would pry another time. “If you hear anything, let me know. I’ll be in my office.”
I scurried upstairs, disappearing into my office as the club’s noise vanished behind the soundproof walls.
I loved my club, but there were certain joys I didn’t have anymore.
Kink was once a part of who I was and how I relaxed after a difficult day, but now whiskey and memories were the only things that kept me company on my lonely nights.
There was a soft knock on my office door before Annika quietly stepped in with a somber look etched into her features.
Her bubbly personality was washed away as she tugged her robe closer to her.
“Sorry,” she stammered. “Uhm, there’s a woman in a suit downstairs.
She caught me when I was coming from the basement.
Said she’s with the FBI. She spooked me. ”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, feeling frustration grow. “Thank you. I’m sorry she stopped you. Go find one of your guys, and I’ll handle her.”
I really didn’t need to deal with this right now.
I buttoned my blazer, fixed my tits, and walked downstairs. No one could intimidate me, even a woman with a badge. There were ways I could make her submit, but I already made a mistake once with fucking a cop. I’d never touch a badge again.
The woman in question was standing by the front, her back leaning against Hunter’s desk with her elbows resting on her side. Her straight brows arched as she saw me graciously taking my time coming downstairs, the heels of my stilettos clanking against the wooden stairs.
“May I help you?”
“Agent Nichols.”
I didn’t bother glancing at her badge. “What do you want, agent?”
“We’ve had some reports of suspicious activity over by the docks. Do you know anything about it?”
“I own a strip club, why would I care about the activity on the shore side?”
“Aren’t you also the president of the motorcycle club in this town?”
“I’m the president of Hell’s Reapers, but my VP handles most things. He calls me if he needs me, but Hawke is a big boy. My priority is here. My life is dedicated to this place. So please see your way out of my club unless you're deciding on a career change, agent.”
I smirked at the mortified look on her face as she tucked her badge back into her pocket and walked out the club.
It was bad enough I had her people poking around the docks, but now they were getting bold and coming into my club.
Next thing I knew, she’d try to walk her little ass into my hotel and bust me for prostitution.
I’d deal with that later, but I’d most likely have to close up shop officially until the threat cleared. It was one thing if I got arrested, but I was not allowing my people to take the downfall for indulging in things they enjoyed.
I walked into the stage room, crossing my arms as I watched Hunter fuck Everly aggressively with her strap until nothing but the sound of her arousal and gagged screams could be heard.
Hunter made eye contact with me, but didn't stop.
I would kick her ass, but I let her get one final orgasm out of her plaything.
Hunter forced her to her knees, her wrists still bound as Hunter gripped the silicon cock, running it up and down her pouty lip.
Everly wrapped her lips around it, deep throating it.
I never understood the fascination with sucking a strap-on, but to each their own.
Everly gagged on the fake cock until Hunter was satisfied and pulled out of her mouth, pulling her up and kissing her lips.
She looked at me, and I signaled her to come to me.
Hunter slipped out of the strap, fixing her tits in her top and rushing to me with a swiftness. “I’m going to shower with Everly, what’s up?”
“A fed showed up.”
“Here?”
I nodded. “She asked about the activity at the docks. I’m going to have to shut down the hotel for a little while until whatever this is passes.”
“I’ll inform Lennox. What are we going to do with the girls?”
“They can either come here or take an extended vacation. We should make plenty with the club to be able to finance some of them,” I told her. “Go take care of your sub. We will deal with this later.”
“Yes, ma’am.”