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It doesn’t.
And I know damn well why.
When I first heard about Venom, and especially after I came here for that first time with Taylor and saw with my own eyes what it was, I felt a spark of something ignite inside of me. I’ve spent years hiding the dark, depraved fantasies I harbor deep inside of me. Locking them away, not showing them to anyone.
Those are for me and me alone. Partly because of the shame that comes with them. Partly because of the fear of what those desires even mean, given what happened to me when I was nineteen.
But after I came here, part of me wondered…
Could this be the place to explore that part of myself? I mean, it would be insane to go find someone at a bar, or even on Tinder, and then try to casually insert into conversation that your fantasy is to be tied up. Hurt. Used.
Insane, and dangerous as fuck. I mean I’m interested in sadomasochism, not being murdered.
But Club Venom could be the place to explore it. A place where I can wear a mask, and not be regular Fumi, and allow myself to open that black door deep inside me to discover what it feels like to indulge in my ultimate fantasy.
Of course, I never have, because I’m a chicken.
But when I feel his fingers splay across my throat, feel the heat of him against my back and hear his dark voice in my ear… When he growls “I’m going to hurt you”… I don’t feel fear.
I feel excitement.
Nervous, anxious, needy excitement.
“Don’t speak,” Gabriel growls. “Just nod or shake your head.”
My throat bobs under his fingers. My pulse races. Slowly, I nod my chin up and down.
“Good girl.”
His hand slips from my neck. He moves slowly around me, sliding into my peripheral vision before stepping in front of me. His eyes linger on mine, and for a second, I panic.
What if he can tell?
It’s not like Gabriel and I are close. And it’s not like we work directly with each other that often. Plus, I’m wearing a mask and the wig. But when his eyes stab into me, still I shiver, wondering if he knows.
If he sees behind the mask.
His head tilts slightly to the side, his eyes narrowing on me. Again, I get the vibe of a predator sizing up its prey before the chase begins.
I take a shaky breath, unable to stop my lip from retreating between my teeth as my gaze slides over his devil mask.
Finally, Gabriel nods, his lips curling darkly.
“Come.”
My heart begins to hammer as he takes my hand. We walk right past the orgy, my skin tingling and the blood roaring in my ears. Gabriel leads me through a doorway and into a dimly lit, matte black hallway. We round one corner, then another, moving past doors with the viper emblem on them, until we finally come to a stop in front of one.
My mouth goes dry as Gabriel opens the door.
Holy shit.
The room is dark and moodily lit, with blood red walls, black wooden floors, and dark leather couches. A crimson duvet with the gold emblem of a viper on it is spread across a black iron-framed bed. I swallow as my gaze slides across the room, finally landing on a dark wood console to one side with neat rows of…toys laid across it.
Things that make that savage, needy, deviant beast inside of me stretch awake and purr.
A riding crop. A paddle. A whip. Plugs of various sizes. An enormous black rubber dong. Clamps of some kind. Leather cuffs, lengths of rope, a ball-gag, and a blindfold.
For a second, I’m torn. On one hand, I’m terrified that I am in way over my head. Fantasy is one thing, same as the dark and perhaps shameful internet porn that I watch from time to time.
