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He winked.
She laughed at the idea of it. "If this is mass, can I make a confession before I go in?"
Lucas gave a husky laugh and nodded.
"I'm nervous."
"That's part of the thrill." He looped one finger through her D-ring and tugged on it. "It'll keep you on edge, your senses heightened. The rush of exposure is something I feel sure you'll enjoy."
Her lips parted, but all she could do was acknowledge how right he was – the thrill she was already experiencing would come alive as she entered the fetish scene with him – her handsome master's willing pet.
"You like the idea?" He ran one hand over the outline of her PVC encased breast.
"Yes." She swallowed. "I do."
"Good." With one fingernail, he scratched the surface over her nipple making her shift in her seat and moan aloud. "Then there's my thrill," he added. "Seeing you fetishized, parading when you walk unashamed into the throng."
Images flashed through her mind, her on her hands and knees on Lucas's lead. Arousal flamed through her pelvis. In the background club goers filed past to join the party. She caught sight of chains and handcuffs hanging from belts.
Lucas ducked his head to kiss her gently, his finger looped in her D-ring all the while. Her mouth opened to his, inviting him in. The kiss made her want sex – all of it. She was about ready to beg him to fuck her before they went in.
When he drew back, he pulled the lead from his pocket and hooked it into place at the D-ring on her collar. He looked at her quizzically. "Are you ready to enter the party, to be revealed, adored…and…perhaps, pleasured?"
Pleasured? Did that mean what she thought, that there would be sexual activities as well as a fetish club scene? She imagined Lucas showing her off, perhaps making her come – while others watched. A hot tide flooded her whole body, making her squirm. It was a huge turn-on.
He pushed his hand between her thighs, his thumb quickly finding the hot, damp crease in her panties. Stroking her quickly, he locked her gaze with is. "If I make you come in there, in front of others, how do you think it would make you feel?"
To climax in public? She squirmed against his hand.
He moved his thumb faster, sparking her clit, making her arousal soar and explode through every nerve ending. "Would you be able to enjoy it?"
No, I can't, no.
But she didn’t say no. She didn't deny him.
Instead, she nodded.
* * * *
Lucas kept her close as they walked through the Torture Garden, observing her cautiously, his senses on high alert. This was his opportunity to glean what appealed to her and what didn't.
"Wow, it's amazing." Naomi looked up at the gaunt architecture and the buttressed walls. The dance floor was filled with dry ice, strobe lighting and the dancing crowd. The interior space of the disused church had been sectioned off, with a massive dance floor at the near end, where industrial dance music pumped up the crowd. Smaller rooms and corridors sheared up the rest of the space, where different activities were held – displays, installments, performance art and play rooms.
They picked up a couple of tequila slammers at the bar and then went closer into the main dance space. Lucas pointed out the DJs lined up on the altar.
"A new kind of worship," he commented, leaning in to her ear to speak so she could hear him over the music.
Naomi nodded. "It’s a stunning use of the space."
Lucas was pleased. "I wish I'd thought of it. The guys who put these events together are genius. It's a clever use of space too, much more atmospheric than a warehouse club location. It's always a shame to see churches and pubs boarded up."
He held her lead loosely in his left hand and with his right he held her hand. Anticipation lit her expression and Lucas felt a deep sense of satisfaction settling in him. He wanted to introduce her to so much, but he had to know, to be sure of her eagerness.
"Come, let's have a look at the other rooms. If there is anything that disturbs you just say."
"Lucas, stop fretting." She didn't look disturbed, she looked intrigued, her eyes glittering within her mask.
He took her to the burlesque room where a trio of burlesque dancers where performing an elaborate peek-a-boo striptease. The set was candy striped and had a post-WW2 kitsch feel to it.
