ELEVEN
DAKOTA
I had successfully convinced my parents to head to bed early tonight, so, by the time Chase had arrived, they were asleep.
My unknowing heart was racing during the entire drive to the event. Chase had seemed to notice my anxiety and offered a few words of comfort— which I sincerely appreciated. And needed.
We entered the underground parking lot that required a code, and only then did it hit me that this was happening.
The sound of my high heel boots on the concrete was nothing compared to the sound of my heart pounding in my ears.
“You’ll be fine, Dakota,” Chase reassured me—clearly having noticed my nervousness. He placed a light hand on my lower back and a comforting kiss to my temple as he guided me inside.
We entered the lobby, and I watched Logan smile as he conversed with Kaden. Both of them, looking equally handsome in their suits, sat on one of the sofas as Chase and I approached them.
Logan had his arm thrown over the back of the sofa while Kaden had his arms crossed over his broad chest. Kaden spread his legs a little more, lifting his hips for comfortability, and a number of thoughts raced through my mind.
If he didn’t scare me— or hate me— I would’ve straddled his lap by now.
“How come I have to wear lingerie, and the three of you get to wear fancy suits?” I asked, tightening the belt on my black trench coat.
Their eyes both lifted to me, and Logan slightly tilted his head to the side.
“We could arrange a fancy suit for you as well,” he quipped, and I suppressed a playfully irritable groan.
I rolled my eyes, hearing a faint chuckle from Chase who had now stepped behind me. When both men in front of me stood, I suddenly felt my stomach twist. My eyes darted between the two of them as they towered over me. Oh, I’m so ready for this.
“Are you ready to go inside with us?” Logan asked, and I nodded.
Chase’s hands gripped my waist as he eliminated the space between us. He lowered his lips to my ear, and subconsciously, I held my breath. “Answer him.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes sir.”
With my verbal confirmation, Chase led me to the front desk where I was given some paperwork to fill out. The three of them had already gathered at a short distance from me, having what looked like a serious conversation to give me a minute.
While I was busy, I was asked to hand over my cellphone—for the privacy of the members here—and I did.
“So, is anyone allowed to enter?” I asked, looking up from the paperwork, and the receptionist shook his head, blond curls draping over his forehead.
“No, it’s a fairly lengthy process,” he admitted, and I continued with the forms. “The owners are pretty strict when it comes to those allowed to join. Especially when it comes to privacy, thorough background checks, et cetera.”
I nodded in understanding. “So, how come you’re letting me in so easily?” I asked in confusion. “Is it because you’re scared of Kaden too?” I leaned forward to whisper, but that only gained me a brief chuckle, deep blue eyes wrinkling at the corners.
“No, that’s surely not the case.”
After I finished, a young brunette approached me, offering to take my coat with a smile.
I loosened my belt, shrugging it off as I thanked her. She showed me a polite smile before walking in the opposite direction.
“You’re all set. Thank you so much. And enjoy,” the gentleman at the front desk smiled with a playful wink.
I turned around but immediately stopped, catching each of their heavy gazes already locked on me.
Logan.
Kaden.
Chase.
“I did good, didn’t I?” I smiled as I approached them, resting my hands on my hips.
Black lace hugged my chest and waist perfectly and with the small triangle between my thighs… Well, let’s just say the boys wouldn’t need to be using their imagination for too long. A single garter hugged each of my thighs and were attached to sheer black thigh high socks.
Logan’s eyes held a dangerous glow as he took a second to take in my appearance. Something told me that if there was no contract, he’d have no problem dominating me on every surface in this building.
When I caught Kaden’s gaze, I could tell he was holding back a storm. I knew he’d inevitably ruin me for any other man. But I’d fucking let him.
Chase, on the other hand, seemed to mask his interest better than the two of them. But, that didn’t stop his hunger from slipping through the cracks. “Maybe too good,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Ora sarebbe il momento di tirare fuori un contratto dalla tua giacca,” Logan muttered in Italian. Chase gave him a little scoff of amusement in return and Kaden nodded.
“I don’t speak Italian,” I reminded him.
“You look beautiful,” he sent a wink my way and internally, I rolled my eyes. Sure that’s what you said.
“I didn’t know you speak Italian,” I added in confusion. “Are you Italian?”
“You can’t tell?” he asked, slipping both hands into the pockets of his slacks and my eyes immediately dropped down to his… no! Quickly, my eyes darted somewhere—anywhere—else. Like the… flowerpot! Yes. The beautiful greenery.
They must’ve realized what I’d just done because Logan brushed his tongue on the inside of his cheek, fighting back a grin. Kaden’s schooling expression didn’t waver, and Chase simply stared down at me in amusement.
“Let’s just go,” I encouraged them.
With that, Logan lifted his arm, and I slipped between him and Kaden. I hooked my arm around Logan’s, then cast Kaden a smile. “Can I please hold your arm too?” I asked, and when he dropped his eyes down to meet mine, he simply offered me a single nod.
My smile grew as I hooked my arm with his as well.
I took a subtle deep breath in, trying to calm my nerves because digging into their arms wasn’t an option at all.
We entered and the entire space was lit up by an illuminating, midnight purple glow, adding to the sensual ambiance. The music was faint, slow and seductive, which made goosebumps trail across my skin.
Thankfully—it wasn’t too crowded. It was clearly exclusive, not to mention upscale with the clientele obviously being very prestigious. Oh, we’re actually doing this. I’m actually doing this.
I spotted black, leather couches lining the walls with people either sitting on them, or standing and holding drinks.
I turned my head, seeing a woman on her knees as she sat in front of a tall, slender man in a suit. She was dressed in white lingerie and didn’t take her eyes off him. Beside them was a cage with a woman dominating a pole as she danced. Woah.
What caught my attention was a woman dressed in a tight leather bodysuit with thigh-high leather boots.
Her long blonde hair trailed down her back and she held a leash in one hand with a drink in the other.
Attached to the leash was a man who looked like he could bench double my weight with one hand.
He stood promptly at her side, looking at her like she was the only woman on earth. She gave the leash a slight tug and he followed obediently behind her as she walked. I wonder if they’ll let me—
“Don’t even think about it,” Chase said with his front pressed against my back and his hand on my waist. Only then did I realize that I stopped walking with a ridiculous grin on my face.
My face dropped when both men in front of me mirrored Chase’s expression. “I was simply admiring,” I lied.
They continued leading me through the club and the scenes started getting more intense, making my nerves gather in my stomach.
We passed a woman restrained by her wrists with a soft looking material from the ceiling as she stood on her toes. Two men circled her as she whimpered. One of the men tightened the blindfold around her eyes while the second ran an object up her stomach.
I noticed the throbbing between my legs start and I swallowed hard as we continued walking. Voyeur much, Dakota?
My eyes nearly popped out of my head in fascination when I saw a woman tied to an upright table in a starfish position—completely exposed except for the garters on both her thighs.
I stopped walking, letting go of both Kaden and Logan as I stepped forward— encapsulated by the scene.
As soon as my eyes locked with her teary ones she bit her bottom lip to muffle her groan. I immediately stopped walking to watch the man at her side position something between her legs. It looked like some kind of vibrator toy.
Her whimpers echoed in my head as she threw her head back in enjoyment. I squeezed my thighs, watching him pick up a thin leather strap. The object sliced through the air, landing on her thighs and she cried in blissful satisfaction.
My nipples brushed against the lace of my bra and my clit ached at the thought of either of them doing that to me.
A strong presence behind me grabbed my attention and my breath hitched, smelling Logan’s cologne. I leaned into him until his lips hovered over my ear.
“Do you like seeing her like that?” he asked and I swallowed hard. I was certain he could see my pulse thudding in my neck. “Or do you want to be her?”
My eyes nearly rolled back in my head at the thought alone. His words, his tone, his question. It all amplified the wetness pooling between my legs.
“Both.” My answer came out braver than expected and a throaty noise slipped out of him before he pulled back.
With a firm hand on my lower back, he urged me to continue walking and before I was able to process what I just saw, I was met with another one equally arousing.
We passed a couple more explicit scenes and some doors that looked inviting. I refrained from stopping to ask any more questions and just continued walking.
They led me to a staircase with a guard standing at the bottom— arms crossed. The guard stepped aside knowingly and we headed up.
We were faced with a view of the entire space and my insides were doing somersaults at the view. Wow…
I watched Chase and Logan pass me and I was taken by surprise as they approached another woman. A redhead.