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Chapter Twenty
Sophie
Walking out of the shower, I noticed a sexy black dress laid out on the bed with black pumps and red bottoms lying next to it. It was my perfect size. How did he know my sizes?
‘Let’s have a night to forget and lose ourselves.’
The handwritten note next to it showed those words. Bringing my hand to my face, I was reluctant but curious to find out what it would be like to be someone else. After taking over an hour to get ready, I gazed at myself in the mirror. My hair was down with beach waves throughout. The dress hung low in the front and opened in the back, leaving nothing to the imagination. I looked sexy and felt it as well. My black lace thong showed through the dress, so I bent down to remove them before I felt his hand stop mine.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed before kissing the back of my neck. I turned finding him in a black suit. My eyes looked him up and down, and a small smile crept out the side of his mouth. “Tonight will be our secret. To see how open-minded you are, Miss Dash.” My tits hardened at his words, and that side of him engulfed me. We escaped without anyone seeing us and jumped into a black Range Rover.
“Whose car is this?” I asked as he got in the driver’s seat. He leaned over and kissed me, not answering my question. Everything seemed so mysterious. We drove for about thirty minutes before entering a large city. Looking down for my purse to see if my phone was on, I realized I didn’t bring anything with me.
Without meeting my eyes, he informed, “It’s on the table at home.” Finally, we pulled into a parking garage of what looked like a tall business building. He explained further, “You are not allowed to have anything but a membership when we walk through the doors.”
“Are you taking me to a gym?” My tone went a notch up from sarcasm, but he turned off the engine and looked at me as he parked the car.
“Sophie, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
His words processed in my head as that was a given and didn’t need to be said out loud ever in my life. “I’m well aware.”
Getting out of the car, we strode towards the elevator, which led us to a dark hall with a door at the end. Cole pressed the button on the side before someone opened a flap on the door.
“Name?” It was a lady’s voice.
“Colton Shaw,” he said his voice flat.
The flap closed, and the door opened. We walked inside, and it was a small reception area. Another lady was behind the desk eyeing me.
“She’s my guest,” he clarified softly. She looked up at me and passed me a clipboard. “Review this agreement and sign.”
My eyes shifted from the agreement to Cole, who was just gazing down at me. I recognized the NDA immediately as I had signed several in my life. After a few minutes, I signed the document and handed it back. Another door opened behind us, and a man in a suit came out. He wanded and patted us down. What the hell was this place?
Cole grabbed my hand, and we walked in through the door, which had sexy music pounding off the walls. He walked me into a room that had a bed with red walls. “Do you know where we are?” He asked, leaning into me.
“No, but the security is tight.”
He looked at me with a soft face, drawing his hand up my side. “We are in a BDSM dungeon in the red light district.” My mouth fell open. “I want you to know if you have any triggers or get uncomfortable at any time, we will leave immediately.” His voice was sincere, but my curiosity was beaming.
Leaning into him, I whispered, “nothing will surprise me, I promise you.”
He paused gazing me with a one-sided smirk on his face. “Careful, I don’t do well with a challenge.”
He clutched my hand, and we walked out, taking a left down the hall. After a few moments, we passed a room with a large window. Inside, a woman was naked, tied to a wooden cross with clamps gripping her nipples. A man was standing in front of her with a black leather strap wrapping it just above her hips. Cole pulled me, and we walked past a few other rooms with large windows, one with two women. One of them was fucking a man who was tied to the bed, and the other was standing over him holding his head as he sucked her pussy.
My sex clenched, and I was taken in by what I was watching. The girl getting her pussy sucked locked eyes with me. She pulled his hair hard and moved his head up and down with her eyes never leaving mine. She licked her lips before smiling at me. She kept ahold of his head and took her other hand, rubbing on her massive breasts. My body warmed, and I was turned on. A hand slid up my dress. It was Cole. He touched my wetness and leaned into my ear. “Do you like what you see, Soph.”
My breath softened as he licked my ear, removed his hand, and pulled me to move down the hall. We walked into the main area that had a bar, a large stage, and two empty cages hanging from above. It was built like a circle. The walls were black with red curtains, like a Tim Burton movie. Cole walked over to the bartender, who was in red leather lingerie. He ordered us drinks, and I turned to see the seating area facing the stage. Behind the seating area were more windows with rooms of people having sex. “Do you feel uncomfortable?” Cole’s voice filled my ears, but I was in awe watching a woman tied to a pole, stretched out naked while two men fucked her. Both of them in her vagina, giving her double penetration.
I whispered, “I lied.”
Cole handed me a drink giving me a victory grin. “As I said, I enjoy a challenge.”
My heart was beating fast. I was genuinely shocked but enthralled with what was happening. The lights dimmed, and Cole led me to sit in my seat at the front of the arena. The lights turned to red-colored, and out walked a woman dressed in a full business suit. She looked scared, wearing glasses and bright blond hair that was tied up in the back. A shirtless man with just blue jeans on him joined her on stage. He had long wavy brown hair and had the perfect ‘V-shaped’ abs. He looked like a fitness model from a 90s porno. He grabbed her hair and started ripping her shirt off with the other. Her breast went flying out, and he reached down, pinching her nipple on the side of the stage and a wooden plank raised from the floor. If it was not in this type of establishment, someone might confuse it with a magic show. He forced her to the table, putting her in an armbar and pressing her large breast on the wood. She turned and tried to kiss him before he picked up a whip and hit her ass which she was still wearing a skirt suit bottom. She smiled, and he started tying her to the table with arms stretched out as far as they could reach. She demanded, “Fuck me.”
He walked over to an open cabinet that was lined with whips, chains, and sex toys. He grasped a ball gag and tied it around her mouth. He grunted, “You’re a little bratty now, aren’t you?” Silencing her by placing the gag in her mouth, he moved his hand down to her waist and slowly pulled the shirt off, exposing a sexy black garter belt with no underwear holding up her fishnet stockings. He moved a lever on the side of the plank, and she started to move upward to wear her feet dangled before he pushed the top down, allowing her to be in an upward resting position on the plank. My body quivered at her vulnerable positions with her pussy and tits on full display for everyone to see. Cole reached over as I uncrossed my legs. He started rubbing the side of my thigh.
“That’s a suspension wench,” Cole whispered but not keeping his eyes off the performance. The man tied both of her ankles to the bar and grabbed a whip, gently hitting her body. She moved at the soft strike, and her ankles moved out to the end of the bar. The male Dom smiled. “That’s right, baby girl. I like it when you fight me.” Her eyes softened as he flung the whip, smacking her pussy making her body jolt. She moaned with the pleasure and pain and her voice was sexy as hell. She was enjoying this. He struck her faster and harder each time, and she was moaning through the gag.
