Chapter 35
KADENCE
There was something different with the vibe tonight at Hades when we arrived. The four of them looked calm and collected, while I was shivering. I didn’t know if it was from nerves or with how little I had on. Who knew not wearing panties made someone feel more exposed to the evening breeze?
Four burly security guards were outside with emotionless faces as they checked people before they walked inside the club.
The people outside the club didn’t look like the normal crowd during the week, but it’d only been a couple days since I actually started a routine, and I hadn’t memorized all the regulars.
One of the burly guards with a goatee opened the door and slightly curved his lip at Annika and me. “Have a fun night.” Annika pushed me in before I could run.
The normal hard rock was replaced with soft violin instrumentals with red lights at the entrance, where Hunter waited with two more guards.
Hunter looked like walking sex with her tight leather pants that hugged her in all the right places and a tiny, black, strapless bra.
When her eyes caught mine, she smirked, folding her arms.
“Blaize owes me fifty bucks.”
I arched my brow, folding my arms across my chest. “You knew I’d come tonight?”
“Yep. You scream innocence, but the quiet ones are always the freakiest.”
“So what is this, then?”
“Nice try. Sign the NDA and leave your phone in this box.” I scribbled my signature and dropped my phone in the red bin.
She stepped in front of me and opened the doors to the main stages.
My mouth dropped when I saw half-naked women dropping from the ceiling in silk drapes like angels descending from heaven, ready to commit the unholiest of sins.
In the corner, I could see silhouettes of people making out and screams and moans coming from the bedrooms.
I looked behind me only to see Annika and the guys were gone. My mouth dropped, and I saw Hunter smirk. “This isn’t it, is it?”
A twinkle of mischief sparkled in her blue eyes. “Oh, baby, it only gets better. Welcome to the darker side of Hades.”
“A sex club?”
“BDSM club. Queer exclusive. Blaize wanted strictly lesbian and sapphic people, but a lot of the girls who work at Hades are bisexual or pan and have queer partners that like to experiment.”
“Why did she open a se—BDSM club?”
“Because everyone has dark fantasies in the bedroom or the twinkle in their eyes to try something new. Sex can be pretty amazing.”
I’d always used sex as my own form of self-harm and a fuck you to my father, so I never really tried anything different, but I always watched porn.
My Porn Hub history was like one of those how kinky are you?
tests people found on the internet, and it told me I liked public sex and bondage. I already knew I liked being watched.
What the hell did I just walk into?
She reached for one of the women walking in nothing but a thong, and grabbed her by the throat, making the woman moan as she slams her lips against hers in a fiery, hot kiss.
Hunter pulled away, her thumb going to the girl's mouth. The girl wrapped her lips around Hunter’s thumb and sucked gently, keeping eye contact the entire time. If I had panties on, they’d be soaked.
“I’ll have you later,” she cooed, swatting the girl's ass, causing her to moan.
“Can you touch them?”
She nodded. “If they don’t back away, yes. Anyone can say no at any time. It doesn’t matter if they are naked or mid orgasm, if someone uses their safe word or says no, everything between them must stop. If someone gets a little too handsy, they will be dealt with.”
I nodded, my eyes darting around the club. “Uhm, so what all happens in here?”
“Your darkest desires. Anything you want to try or experiment can be done here. What are your kinks, Kadence?”
I opened my mouth and then closed it, pressing my lips together. “Uhm. I don’t know. The only adventurous thing I’ve done has been a threesome, but nothing like this.”
“Okay, what interests you?”
I bit the inside of my lip. “I’ve known for years I am more submissive, but I still like to pleasure my partner. Letting them have full control of my body and my pleasure. Being bound while a sex machine…uhm.”
“You want over stimulation? That a sex machine will pull orgasm after orgasm until you beg your domme to stop?”
My cheeks heated. Thankfully, it was dark in here. “Yeah. I watched a lot of porn. I never experimented like that, but it always interested me. Impact play, but not with hands. I like marks and to feel the pain during and the next morning. I like pain, but I love pleasure.”
She grunted. She actually fucking grunted. “We got ourselves a masochist.”
“I like what I like. I’d also be okay with sharing, but no men. I don’t think I can handle that, but the thought of being with multiple dominant women, one showering me in praises and the other degrading me. But I don’t…”
“That can happen here, Kadence,” she said, her voice husky with desire. “We don’t kink shame here.”
“I don't know how I’ll react,” I forced out. “I have…uhm. The thought is nice, but my trau—”
“Turn your trauma into kinks.” I gave her a weird look. “Turn what scares you into something you’ll enjoy. Take control back, and enjoy it. Sex should be enjoyable, Kadence.”
I nodded, picking at the skin on my nails. So much for my anxiety meds working.
“I perform tonight, so I won’t be able to stay with you, but she will.”
I turned slightly, seeing Blaize standing behind me, clad in tight, red leather pants that hugged her curves beautifully, making my mouth water.
The tiny black halter top stopped at the V of her hips and pushed her boobs together.
I couldn’t help but stare at her chest like a horny teenage boy seeing tits for the first time.
Her long, black hair draped down her shoulders like a waterfall, and her eyes were smoked out, making her honey irises pop.
Her tattoos were on display—a canvas of beautiful black and white art.
A sleeve of various flowers, including carnations, peonies, roses, and daisies covered her right arm.
The other arm featured a patchwork of witchy designs, including tarot cards, suns, moons, stars, and either a goddess or a demon.
Her exposed stomach revealed part of a dragon curving around her hip and disappearing.
Did it wrap all the way around her back?
Fuck me.
“I can smell you.” My thighs clenched at the sultry lust coating her voice.
Oh, fuck.