She frowned. She did want to play, to experience all the delights on offer. Unsure what waited for her inside Decadence, she itched to take the cowards way out. She huffed out a breath. “I really don’t know. What do you think?”
“Personally, I’d go for orange. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a safe environment. Totally. 100%. Bosses make sure of that, but green on your first time might be a bit too much. If you’re skittish, go orange, have a look around, see if you like anything. Orange means no pressure.”
Sound advice. She took the orange band and snapped it around her wrist.
“Great,” Xander said before gently nudging her towards the actual club. “You ready to get started on your tour?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Xander guided her through a heavily draped entrance. Behind the damask curtains lay a dark world of decadence desires. A sultry tune beat from one of the numerous speakers. As with any club there was a bar area and a dancefloor crowded with people gyrating to the music. Xander led her around the edges of the dancefloor and she noted numerous booths and roped off areas. Unlike a normal club, these areas contained people in various stages of undress. A guy in latex sat on all fours while three women in stilettos used him as a table. In another booth a couple were engaged in mutual oral sex.
Her nipples tightened as she lingered at one of the roped off areas. A naked blonde woman sat bound to a t-shaped wooden chair. Chains wrapped around her wrist and ankles. Her nipples were dusky and taut, clamped by heavy metal jaws. Dana wondered what the sharp teeth would feel like biting into her nipples and she clenched her teeth to stop a low moan from escaping.
A tall, dark haired man pressed a vibrating wand against the blonde’s clit. Her legs jerked every time he increased the pressure. Dana could see the woman’s labia gleaming with arousal. It sped her heart-rate.
Watching a scene unfold in real life was completely different to internet porn or erotica. It felt so visceral watching this woman come in front of an audience. Forbidden and voyeuristic. Completely arousing.
Xander stepped closer, leaned down and said, “Is that something that interests you?”
Heat flared, scorching her cheeks until she was certain they were flashing like beacons in the dark. “Maybe. I’m not really sure what interests me in real life. That’s why I’m here.”
She met his gaze, daring him to show any signs of condemnation or judgement. Instead he nodded and put a hand against the small of her back again. “It’s hard figuring out what you’re actually into. That’s why we run nights like this. Let people starting out in the lifestyle explore. Talk to people actually in the lifestyle.” He directed her away from the erotic scenes, skirted the edge of the dancefloor, away from a mysterious hallway lined with doors and back toward the bar area.
“The internet is great,” Xander continued. “You meet some really cool people, genuine people, but some are just asshats playing as BDSM.”
He stopped in front of a table surrounded by five plush leather chairs. Three were occupied by men. One of the men had a dark haired woman sitting on his lap. Another man, a dark haired man in a grey three piece suit, had a red-headed woman sitting at his feet. Her hand wrapped around his calf, his tunneled into her short bobbed hair as he massaged her neck. The redhead’s eyes were half closed and her lips parted with pleasure.
Xander spoke to the group. “Hey guys, how’s it going?”
Dana stood memorized by the submissive redhead with amazing curves. She wasn’t sure she could ever be that submissive. Did kneeling at a man’s feet appeal to her?
Hell freaking yeah it did. But it had to be the right man. She wouldn’t give up control easily.
Xander motioned to Dana. “This is Dana. She’s part of the open nighter.”
The redhead looked up and smiled. “Hi, Dana. I’m Ruby.”
Her master tightened his grip on her hair and she gasped before he said, “Joshua.”
Dana nodded and gave both of them a weak smile. She noticed the slim collar with a ruby stone around Ruby’s neck. She wondered what it would be like to have that kind of relationship. To be owned. It sent shivers of desire down her spine.
The other couple spoke next, the man speaking for both of them. “Alex.” He patted the dark haired woman’s leg and said, “And this is Nora.” Nora gave her a little wave.
Again she noticed the collar. This one had a large pearl dangling.
Finally, she focused on the last man. Her breath caught. Although he lazed in the chair casually, he oozed masculinity and dominance. He pushed his long legs out in front of him and she almost sighed.
He had to be six feet plus and all of it was muscle. His short sleeved, tight black t–shirt clung to his torso in all right the places. It showed off a hint of ripped abs and biceps she might be able to fit two hands around. Dark denim jeans encased those long lean legs. He topped off the outfit with functional and sturdy black boots.
Dana mentally whimpered. Her body responded to the mountain of muscle by quivering slightly. This was the type of man she fantasized about. Imagined serving in the sexual sense.
She focused on his face and it didn’t do anything to calm her raging hormones. A full, neatly trimmed beard covered his chiseled jaw and his short, dirty blond hair was styled into spikes. His eyes commanded her attention—light amber like good whiskey. They bored into her, touching places she kept secret and hidden from the world.
“Bastien. Nice to meet you, Dana.” When he smiled, a devastating smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners, Dana almost melted.
Bastien was hot, hot, hot. And her body responded. Her muscles became loose and heavy as he sipped amber liquid from a tumbler. His jaw worked as he swallowed. She followed the path of alcohol with her eyes and wanted to slide her tongue along his neck. She felt a deep throbbing between her thighs and shifted on the spot, trying not to visibly squirm.
She knew she’d failed when Bastien’s lips curled upwards. His eyes flashed with interest and her traitorous body tingle from head to toe, as though one look set her nerve endings alight. She was never attracted to men straight off the bat. She usually needed more stimulation. Sure, she appreciated a fine looking body but this was something on another level. Something base and primal. Visceral.
Joshua drew her attention away from the Viking god when he asked, “So Dana, are you here with anyone? How are you finding the place so far?”
“And hopefully Xander is looking after you?” Ruby questioned.
“I’m not here with anyone. The place is amazing.” Dana patted Xander’s arm lightly. “He’s looking after me just fine.”
She heard Alex mumble something like, “I bet he is.” She couldn’t be sure but when Nora elbowed him in the ribs Dana suppressed a smile.
She answered honestly. “It’s my first time in a club like this. I was a bit nervous. You never know what you’ll find behind closed doors.”
The women nodded, understanding her apprehension.
Bastien fixed her with a wicked look that pretty much melted her panties. “Definitely don’t know what you’ll find. We kinksters can be a depraved lot. Just depends what you’re looking for.”
Xander once again pressed a hand against the small of her back and ushered her along. “On that note, how about we get a drink and I can show you more? Let you know the boring stuff about membership etcetera, etcetera.”
“Sure. Nice meeting you,” she said to the group, trying to avoid eye contact with Bastien. She was here to see the club, see if she wanted to become a member, not fall at some blond god’s feet and beg him to take her.
Which she was pretty close to doing.
Once away from Bastien’s wicked whiskey eyes, she began to relax. Xander managed to secure two seats at the bar. He ordered a club soda and she got the same. She didn’t want alcohol to dull her senses tonight. If she decided to play, she wanted to be fully aware.
Xander started going over some of the benefits of being a member. “We have a numb
er of private shows a month. We also have educational seminars. Single members ‘dating’ night—kinda like speed dating for kinky people.”
She’d love to join a place like this but wasn’t sure she could afford it. Not with getting her business off the ground.
A petite brunette in a leather pencil skirt and tight white blouse came over and whispered something in Xander’s ear. He frowned and nodded before turned to Dana. “I’m really sorry. There is a problem with one of the staff. I really need to deal with this. Will you be okay for a while? Shouldn’t be more than twenty minutes max.”
She waved him away. “No, please. Go. I’ll be fine. I’ll stay here or mooch around the dancefloor.”
Xander motioned to the bar tender. “Get her some champagne. On the house.” With a quick squeeze at the top of her arm, he moved off into the crowd.
The pretty female bartender put down a flute and filled it.
Dana shook her head and pushed it back. “I’m good, thanks.”
“Boss said you need champagne. You get champagne. It’s Cristal. Enjoy.”
Dana smiled. “Okay in that case, what the hell. Thanks.”
She’d never had Cristal before. The bubbles burst on her tongue as she took a sip. The sweet, fruity scents filled her nostril and she savored them on her palate. It was good stuff. Really good stuff. If her patisserie took off maybe she’d treat herself to a bottle.
The alcohol warmed her muscles and unwound some of the nervous tension in her stomach. She was finally in a BDSM club with people whose sexual tastes were the same as hers. It felt liberating to do something for herself.
She hopped off the bar stool and meandered over to the dancefloor. There was no way she’d dance on her own, but she enjoyed watching people have a good time.
A tall, lithe guy with longish brown hair came and stood beside her. He wore tight, black skinny jeans and a leather waistcoat. She recognized him from somewhere but couldn’t place the face.
“Hey,” he said, “I’m Raven.”
“Dana.” Things clicked into place when he said his name. He was the front man for one of the hottest up-and-coming new rock bands. Her mouth went dry. The clientele of this place were really exclusive.
“Nice to meet you Dana.” He looked at her orange wristband. “Are you looking to play?” He jerked his head to the side and Dana followed the movement. Her gaze landed on a leggy redhead who waved. “My friend thinks you’re cute and we wondered if you’d like to come play with us.”
Her cheeks flamed. She wasn’t sure what to do. She’d love to get some real life experience but Raven didn’t really do it for her. And she definitely wasn’t ready to be involved in a threesome. “Urmmm, sorry. This is my first time and I’m just looking around. I’m sure there are plenty of other women who would love to join you though.”
She knew it sounded lame.
Raven shrugged. “No big deal. Have yourself a good night, Dana.” And then he was gone, back into the arms of the redhead.
Dana breathed out a sigh she didn’t know she’d been holding. He’d taken it pretty well. She decided to move on and explore some of the roped off areas. Take in the scene and see what actually turned her on, and more importantly, if she wanted to take part.
She followed the route Xander led her round earlier. She stopped in front of one scene attracting a fair number of spectators. A naked woman with long dark hair shackled in chains dangled from the ceiling. Her clamped feet were held apart by a spreader bar. Three men dressed in nothing but jeans stood around her in a semi-circle. They held various floggers and each took their turn to flog her breasts and her pussy—first one, then the other.
Dana watched as the woman writhed and moaned every time the fronds flicked against her skin. Angry red marks rose and blushed on her breasts. Her pussy lips were puffy and slick.
“Please…” the bound woman begged. “Please let me come.”
The men ignored her and continued their erotic torture. One man stopped, gripped her chin and whispered something that made her jerk against her bonds. He captured her lips and their kiss was so passionate Dana almost looked away.
She felt the air stir behind her. Someone leaned down and whispered in her ear.
“Does this turn you on, Dana?”
* * * * *
Bastien swirled the alcohol round his tumbler as Xander and Dana walked away. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Part of Xander’s job involved looking after new subs which meant Dana was a submissive.
That coupled with the fact her body—lush curves in all the right places—made his mouth water and his dick hard as granite.
While Joshua and Alex, his best friends and fellow Dominants, carried on a conversation, his gaze followed Xander and Dana. Xander left and Bastien had been about to approach her. Then the blue-eyed beauty decided to go exploring. When Raven sidled up her, he growled. He wanted to be the one she played with tonight. Not some wannabe rockstar who would use her and move onto the next target.
“Earth to Bastien,” Alex clicked his fingers. “See something you like, my friend?”
He snapped his attention to Alex, wanting to wipe the smug, knowing grin off his face. “You know me, when I want something, I don’t deny myself.”
Joshua, Alex and he had been friends since they entered training camp for the marines. The three kinky amigos. They’d cemented their friendship in fucked up hellholes and BDSM clubs around the world. Now, thanks to Joshua and his billion dollar defense company which they’d all invested in, they were lucky enough to be able to focus on their personal lives. Both his friends had found long term submissives and future wives. He was the only one left on the shelf.
Cue tiny fucking violins.
Joshua rubbed the back of Ruby’s neck and she practically purred like a kitten. “She’s pretty,” Bastien knew he was talking about Dana. “But inexperienced. She might not really be a submissive. Sometimes people fantasize about something but in reality it’s too much for them to handle.”
Alex snorted, “All hail the fount of kinky wisdom.”
Bastien grinned. They ripped the shit out of each other constantly but he wouldn’t trust anyone else at his back. They were brothers. Maybe not in blood but in every other way possible.
He threw back the rest of his tequila and stood. “Only one way to find out. Later.”
He moved through the crowd with determination. His goal—find Dana and see if she wanted to play.
Scanning the crowd, he caught a glimpse of her scarlet red dress standing in front of one of the public scene areas. She gripped the chain on her purse slung over her shoulder. As he got closer he could see the whiteness of her knuckles where she clung on. What had the pretty sub turned on?
He flicked his gaze to the scene. Three Doms topped a blonde woman. He inched closer to Dana and stood directly behind her, inhaling her scent. Rose and jasmine, mixed with the heat of aroused female made him harder. His cock pushed against the zipper of his jeans demanding release.
Down, boy.
The woman in the scene begged and one of the men leaned down to kiss her. Dana’s back straightened and she let out a tiny gasp.
He could resist any longer. Bastien moved in and whispered, “Does this turn you on, Dana?”
She jumped and he smiled to himself.
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes widening as she saw him. For a brief second he noted desire and need, but she quickly masked the look with a frown.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“Thought you might like some company seeing as Xander is busy.” He didn’t tell her he wanted to take her into one of the private rooms and spank her curvy ass until it turned as red as her dress.
“I’m good, thanks.” She turned back to the scene as though dismissing him, but he felt the nervous tension vibrating through her body.
He leaned in again, teasing her as much as himself. When he got another nose full of her succulent scent, he knew he was fucked. Royally. He wasn’t
leaving the club until he’d tasted her.
“Why did you turn down Raven? You could have bagged yourself a rockstar.”
She stepped forward and turned to him fully. The scowl on her face only made him want her more.
“I’m not into glory fucking, and he wasn’t my type.”
Halle-fucking-lujah for that.
The scene in front of them intensified. One of the guys removed his jeans and pushed his way into the blonde’s already dripping pussy. Dana couldn’t see the action but her cheeks blushed a delicate pink as the slapping and moaning noises grew louder. It was making her hotter than hell. She’d never admit it to him. To be fair, he was a complete stranger.
“So what is your type?” Bastien asked.
She didn’t hesitate. “Tall, lithe and toned with waves of dark hair. You know, something like a male gothic rake from the eighteenth century.”
Dana shifted her weight from foot to foot. Although her words shot him down in flames, her eyes burned bright with a different story. One of lust and desire. One that said she was lying. That her type was standing right in front of her.
And didn’t that just make him feel like King Dick.
It was time to stop playing with the pretty brunette and get down to business.
His cock jerked as though doing a happy dance in his pants. He didn’t know why. He wouldn’t fuck Dana tonight, but he looked forward to teaching her about submission.
Curling his fingers around her wrist, he drew her close. Her generous cleavage heaved up and down. He could see the outline of her puckered nipples.
Knowing her could turn a woman on with barely a touch drove him insane. He’d bet anything she’d be a spitfire in his arms.
“I’m guessing you’re new to all this? Submission?”
He saw the conflict in her eyes before she nodded. “Obvious, huh?”
“Only to experienced members.” He feathered his fingers across the pulse in her neck and grinned as it spiked under his touch. “I’m attracted to you. You’re obviously attracted to me. Let’s play. I won’t push you further than you want to go, but I will give you a taste of what submission is really like.”
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