71. Kiera
KIERA
The music in the old train terminal was bouncing off the stone walls. A part of me was surprised that the walls didn’t crumble under the low rumble. But the entire place was stunning, at least what I could see through the strobing club lights.
Dom stepped down the metal stairs, leading us to the main floor where patrons were dancing and yelling and sweating. Clear plastic covered the slits in the steps, making sure that heels wouldn’t slip into the wide slots.
Spencer stood next to me on the stairs, holding my arm as I took each step slowly. I hadn’t worn heels in a minute and my feet were struggling to adjust to them.
Behind us, Leo kept our backs safe. From what, I wasn’t sure but I knew that wherever we were was some sort of den for chaos.
As soon as we hit the main floor, Dom diverted us toward an old ticket booth that was serving as a bar. Behind the counter and thick glass were bartenders in double-breasted jackets and simple name plates. All of them read: “Teller.”
As Dom spoke to the Teller, my eyes wandered around the grand terminal. I had no idea how such a beautiful piece of the region's history had turned into some underground club for rich people — one that would somehow lead us to The Oracle.
Overhead, the old arrivals and departures board flicked with new times. Some of the track numbers were labeled as Boarding, others marked with a Delay plaque.
No way this place is still functioning. It’s completely underground…
My eyes darted up to the glass ceiling overhead. Everything but that would be hidden from the outside world. And somewhere deep in the forest a straggler might just stumble upon the flashing lights and glass panes in the middle of the woods.
As Dom passed the Teller her membership card, Leo leaned into my ear. “Let’s look around, Princess.”
Guiding me into the crowd, Spencer and Leo brought me to a round couch. At its center was a gold, spinning stripper pole.
My chest tightened in the throng, terrified by how packed it was. But I tried to remember what my angels had told me on the drive over: nothing would happen to me here. There were rules and anyone who disobeyed was swiftly punished.
I tried to settle my nerves, focusing instead on the beautiful woman who weaved her body around the pole. I’d always tried to stop myself from looking at women like this, but now I knew I was allowed to see her.
Next to me, Leo and Spencer watched my face as the dancer wrapped her legs around the metal. Her head tilted back, showing off a gorgeous neck.
“Look at our little straight girl now.” Spencer laughed as a horny smile took over her face. “Called it.”
“So did I.” Leo rolled her eyes as she settled behind me. She found her way into the slit of my dress, pressing her hand between my legs and playing with my center.
My jaw dropped as I looked around. “Is this allowed?”
Not that it mattered, my clit was already throbbing with desire between her fingers.
“Anything’s allowed here if you want it to be.” Spencer rumbled into my ear as she put her hands on my stomach, moving up toward my breasts as the dancer watched us.
“But how do you know that?” I wanted to take my mind off the logistics but I needed to understand what the fuck this place was.
Leo’s jaw flexed as she spoke in my ear. “It’s a members only club. The dress code indicates what you’re here for. Some people are here for a drink. Others… to indulge.”
“Oh…” I managed, looking down at my own outfit.
“Red, submissive.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, right.”
Wrapping the hair around her palm, Leo tugged on my braid. “Low back, brat. Braided hair, needs to be restrained.”
My eyes became daggers as I met her dark eyes. In this lighting, the gold specks in them were completely erased from her irises. It was getting more difficult by the second to not succumb to Leo’s touch.
“I don’t need to be restrained.”
Leo’s voice became a growl. “You would say that, Princess.”
Scanning their suits, I realized even the masculine people around us wore different outfits. “What’s a blue suit?”
Spencer leaned down. “Polyamourous. White shirt means we’re taken.”
I like that. They’re mine.
“And the ties?” It was one of the only differences in Leo and Spencer’s outfits. But Leo’s tie matched Dom’s.
“No tie, Domme.” Leo winked. “Open tie, switch top.”
Her wink made me nervous, forcing my gaze away. The nerves weren’t easily dissuaded by what my eyes caught on next: Dom’s towering body, straining the fitted suit with her broad shoulders and muscular arms.
Even from across the dark train terminal, her blue eyes glowed as they met mine.
A whimper lifted from my chest as my head fell back into Leo’s chest. My eyelids sealed shut as I felt the pleasure rip through my body.
It was Dom’s voice that opened my eyes, as a gasp slipped past my lips. “Let’s move.”
Leo slowly pulled her hands from my wet pussy. “Sorry, Princess. We’ll have to finish this later.”
Dom’s face told me that she disapproved of our tryst, wanting us to stay focused on the mission.
A little stress relief wouldn’t kill her.
Following Dom’s lead, Leo grabbed my hand and guided me through the crowd. As we walked away, the dancer smiled our way and waved.
A flush rose to my cheeks as we disappeared into the crowd, Spencer staying closer to my back as we moved to the opposite end of the Station’s grand terminal.
As we crossed the concourse, I took in all the different outfits. Looking at a red suit, I leaned into Spencer’s suit. “What does that one mean?”
Matching my gaze, Spencer nodded. “Red suit is monogamous but here to cheat.”
My brows lifted. Something about the boldness of such a violation made my chest hurt. “How is that okay?”
“Because they’re here. And what his partner knows about or agreed to is up to them and whoever chooses to engage with it.” Even in the dark room, I could tell that Spencer had more complicated feelings on the matter. But more than anything, she respected the system.
At least everyone knows what they’re walking into.
A magnificent stone archway led us to a dimly lit hallway.
On either side of the hall were dozens of doors. Each had glass walls and doors, curtains drawn over some. But others were wide open and what was inside stopped me dead in my tracks.
Bodies, bodies, bodies. All over each other. Some strapped to wooden X’s, others bent over the bench inside. Each room was a little different. But they all had one thing in common, a lot of fucking.
Spencer placed her hands on my hips, gently pushing me forward as the throbbing between my legs persisted. “If we had more time to play, I’d be taking you into one of those.”
My throat tightened at the thought of what they might do to me there. They’d already managed to blow my mind in the middle of an autobody shop with their craftiness. And frankly, I wanted to see every trick they had up their sleeves.
I’d never even considered fucking someone in public, never thought about letting a lover bend me over and take me however they wanted. But my two saviors owned me — the bracelet around my wrist making that very evident. And who was I to deny them their property?
Fuck, Spencer had tattooed my name on her lip.
At the end of the long hallway, the room opened up into another terminal. This one was brighter than the others, a soft-orangey glow descending upon us from the grand chandeliers overhead.
I jumped at the buzz of an overhead speaker as an announcer boomed out departure times. “Train 225 to Valhalla will depart Track 34 at 12:03 am.”
“Jesus.” I looked around the terminal, other patrons and passengers zipping across it like executives at rush hour.
“This way.” Interrupting me, Dom nodded toward a set of metal doors, gilded swirls decorating each side.
Track 11 .
I tried to catch a glimpse of the old departures board, the one that ticked with new letters and times every few minutes. But Track 11 wasn’t listed anywhere.
Dom pulled open the doors and began the descent down the long escalator.
Over her six-foot-whatever body, I couldn’t even see the bottom of the stairs.
Maybe Dom was finally taking me back to her home: Hell.
But just when I thought we might descend forever, Dom stepped off the escalator. I followed along with Leo as we stepped off at the same time and onto the cool, polished concrete of a train platform.
Like a real one. A center column of the platform separated two sets of tracks.
Behind us, Spencer scoffed. “What in the fuck is this…”
Everyone but Dom was taking it all in. Overhead, concrete rectangles created an elaborate pattern. The lighting was dim but brighter than the Station itself. Each of the rectangles created a cavern of darkness in its hollowed out center.
I’d only seen a train station like this when I’d visited D.C. as a kid, the memory too faded now to recall much.
Dom kept walking as a loud chugging filled the platform. A train rolled along the tracks, hitting its brakes as it lined itself up with the platform.
There were only about five cars, the front car a shiny silver with a royal blue strip over the elongated nose of the train. It looked like those bullet trains in Japan, something American infrastructure had yet to attempt. The metal shell of the train came low, making the wheels hard to see.
The train was so clean that it shimmered as if this was its inaugural journey
“Dom…” I managed through my confusion. A wave of fear washed over me.
Where the fuck are we going?
I thought I’d asked the question out loud. But as Dom, Leo, and Spencer pushed forward, I realized the words had never formulated.
Despite how often I thought about going to The Oracle, I’d never really considered how far away they might be.
Was it going to be a subway trip? Or more like a cross country trek?
My mind jumped back to Lady. Dom had gotten one of the Violence bikers to come watch her. Maybe it was going to be a long night.
Dom could be taking me anywhere, maybe this was her plan to finally dump me. The train could stop in the middle of nowhere and she could just dump my body.
She doesn’t do dirty work.
Besides, even though I was still angry at her, I was starting to think she did want to protect me. Even if she had a fucked-up way of showing it.
At least now I knew why she’d refused to let me leave that mansion, why she’d taken me hostage in the first place. A force, that might be just a bit more powerful than her, compelled her hands.
Though I doubted that anything could make Dom do something she didn’t want to.
As we stepped up to the train’s open vestibule, Leo stepped inside. She held her hand out for me.
There was nowhere else to run. I needed answers about what had happened to me, to my father. Especially after what we’d found in Gabriel’s apartment.
The Oracle was our last resort.