ELEVEN #2
A large hand rested on my lower back but I shifted away until I realised it was Kaden. Oh, right. I eased back into his touch as he signaled for me to have a seat at the bar.
“What can I get you?” the green eyed bartender asked as he looked between Kaden and I.
“Nothing for me, thank you,” I shook my head.
“Are you sure?” the bartender grinned and I gave him a definite nod.
He shifted his eyes to Kaden who simply shook his head, dismissing him.
“You don’t drink?” I asked, shifting in my seat and it was as if he was having a little war in his head.
“I do,” he vaguely answered.
“I know it’s the twenty-first century and women can run things without the help of a man but jeez,” the redhead groaned at Chase.
“You run this place better than anyone else,” she said, approaching us with Logan and Chase at her side.
Oh, that’s why I was let in easily. Chase must be one of the owners. He definitely seemed the type.
He smirked and I couldn’t help but latch onto the hint of arrogance in his eyes. I’ve only ever seen him smile when he’s praised. Must be his thing. Good, to, know…
“You’re doing amazing without me, Lindsey,” he assured her and she rolled her eyes, shifting her attention to Kaden.
“It’s nice to finally see you again,” she shook her head at him, then looked over at me. “Lindsey Wright,” she extended her hand.
“Dakota,” I smiled, shaking it.
“Beautiful smile,” she whispered, stepping towards me, making my heart rate increase at the alluring look in her eyes. “Is it your first time at an event like this, Dakota?” she asked, slipping herself between my legs and I sucked in a quick breath.
“Yes.” My voice was tiny and she smirked, kissing the back of my hand.
Her lips hovered over my knuckles as she looked up at me before slowly letting go of my hand. Oh my god, this woman is doing things to me. Am I bisexual?
“I’d like to show you around,” she stated. “I’ll be a way better guide than these three,” she stepped back. “Promise.”
My mind latched onto the seduction in her voice and I nodded, finding myself already on my feet, at her side. I was about to step forward, but immediately froze, turning back to look between the three guys.
“Yes, you can go,” Chase answered the question in my head and I smiled.
Lindsey motioned her hand forward and I started walking. I cast a slight glance over my shoulder, only to see her wink at the guys before catching up to me.
Her hand rested on my lower back with her fingertips slightly grazing my ass. “Right this way.”
Lindsey led me further into the club and guided me along the way as I explored the different rooms, toys, intense scenes, et cetera. This place was ethereal.
She answered all of my questions effortlessly, and part of me was thankful I had a female tour guide, because I doubt I’d be able to ask the guys half the things I asked her without turning into a tomato.
I could tell by the way she spoke to me and the way her hands touched me that she knew what she was doing. She was in control. And it excited me. Her affection towards me was the exact same as the guys. I’m not into women too, am I …?
“You seem nervous,” she stopped walking and I shifted my attention to her. “Do you want to have a seat? I can get you something to drink,” she offered.
“No, I’m okay,” I assured her. “It’s just a lot to take in,” I explained.
“Since it’s your first time I understand,” she stepped toward me. “It’s normal to be nervous in the beginning. Was this something you’ve been interested in or did the guys introduce you to it?”
“They introduced me to it,” I hesitantly said and she slowly nodded.
“Are you interested in it?” she asked and without a second thought I nodded.
“With them, yes.”
“Then you must be a submissive.” Her statement was casual, as though it was a fact and she didn’t need more information.
A hot blush coated my cheeks and she chuckled, shaking her head. “It’s nothing to be ashamed about. Many new women that join are submissives. I’m not saying it’s guaranteed, but they often find themselves better after a few months. They realize more about their preferences.”
Well, that was comforting. I really needed the reassurance that my shyness was normal, and that I didn’t need to feel embarrassed about my lack of knowledge.
We continued walking and eventually we were outside another red door.
She opened the door and allowed me to enter first.
The room was dark. The only light came from the other room I looked into through a huge glass window.
Her presence was behind me. “You can see them but they can’t see you,” she whispered and my body grew warm at the touch of her breath against my ear.
I watched the explicit scene in front of me in anticipation.
The scene included a woman sitting on a bed—on her knees. She wore nothing but her pink lingerie, black stilettos, and a black blindfold over her eyes. Her body was covered in red marks.
A man in a suit appeared behind her and wrapped his hand around her throat, tilting her head back toward him.
The object in his hand came crashing down on the side of her thigh and she arched her back, pushing her ass to him as she moaned.
“Again,” she pleaded, her voice wobbly.
He did it again but twice as hard and tears trickled down her face in pleasure.
The pulse throbbing in my neck shifted between my legs in pure interest. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to soothe the ache as I watched her ass grind against his hips.
I was so enticed by the scene that I hadn’t noticed that Lindsey had left.
A strong presence appeared behind me and my heart hammered, anxiety shooting through my veins.
His hand wrapped around my throat—his hold firm and careful—and in the same manner his other hand gripped my hip, drawing me closer. Logan.