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“Thank fucking, god. Finally.” Cassius considered the doctor before adding, “I want to apologize for Jacob. He’s always been a dick, but I’ve never said it. I’ve quit that job, and so…I’m no longer employed to watch you and Charity.”
The heavy silence lasted all of two seconds. The doctor nodded and held out his hand. “I feel that needs a congratulations. This doesn’t change anything for me. I hope you’ll be joining us, tonight.”
The hand shaking intensified, and Cassius looked positively smug. He winked at me.
That had sounded like an invitation to a soirée not the kinky fuckery I was sure lay ahead.
“Definitely, doc. I’ll be your rearguard and holder of crops, dildos, and butt plugs.”
“Exactly what I need.” Dr. Romanus eyed me. “Your punishment isn’t quite done, miss.”
27
CHARITY
“In that room is a toy bag I arranged to be sent here, Cassius. Could you fetch it? Just tell the attendant my name.”
Without a word, Cassius sprinted to the door the doctor pointed out with his cane.
I trailed after the doctor, compelled by the leash. I trotted closer to his shoulder.
“Is Emme here?” I ventured, as we began to climb a grand flight of stairs to the next floor.
The tutu was bothering me, and I tugged at it to try to conceal myself. The stiff tulle made it rise to near my waist so that almost nothing of me was covered. Due to the barely there undergarments every detail of my pussy would be visible. I knew this because I’d checked while sitting on the platform. Unless I forced the skirt lower, I was completely exposed below the waist.
It was a losing battle, and the skirt was winning, but I was stubborn.
“No. I did ask about her and her owners. If you’re wondering, this is not the same house she was first taken to.”
Her owners. I didn’t recall him using that telling word before this.
“Thank you for trying.”
A man in a white staff uniform slipped by, carrying an empty tray, heading down the stairs. The staff I’d overheard were speaking in a language I didn’t understand. Greek or Italian, perhaps. We’d almost reached the next floor and I crammed the skirt even lower, at both sides, despite knowing what was happening in every room here—sex.
As we took the last few steps, the doctor scanned the floor. I was a little mindboggled despite what Emme had told me. Our local club was nowhere near this ostentatious or innovative, and sex was not allowed in public. A glance showed me a woman mounting a man lying on a table. His legs were tied high, and he was covered in clamps and silver clothes pins. Kinky black leather gear with straps, buckles, and spreader devices were everywhere on people being fucked upside down, horizontally, and possibly sideways.
The floor before us was open space all the way to a set of immense square windows that were interrupted by square columns.
At the back, before the windows, was a low stage. A gagged woman stood in the middle, naked except for a red body harness, with her hands stretched high and bound to a hanging chain. She was being flogged with a whip made of something destructive. Her back was bloody. Her legs were fastened apart by a bar strapped between her ankles.
The man wielding the whip walked to her and placed his hand between her legs. She stretched onto her tiptoes, then her head tilted back as she arched.
I gaped at the sight, aroused by such wicked deviancy, as usual, but also a little frightened at the idea that it could be me up there being flogged and intermittently fingered. Absentmindedly, I pushed at the tulle.
“Stop doing that.” The doctor eyed me critically, and I tried to look like a sad kitten, while I hung onto the skirt, but probably succeeded in nothing of the sort. “Amuse yourself with her, Cassius. I’ll be back. I have to arrange for more security for a house, and I see just the man for it.”
A house. That must be the one I’d initially stayed at.
“No limits?” Cassius asked.
“Use her how you want to, but sensibly.”
The doctor weaved through the crowd, moving toward the stage. He’d gone again, but everything was fine now, apart from all the people staring at little old me.
A lean, tattooed man reclining on a long sofa raked a stare down my body. A woman kneeled before the sofa, and she was sucking on his cock, with his hand on her head guiding her. The tattoos covered his torso to the waist, and his nipples were pierced, with metal rings in both.
His stare made thrills slither through me, like hot evil serpents invading my flesh and my blood. My clit awoke and swelled, the dirty thing. He was hot but had to be eminently dangerous, and probably owned half a country. Every guest here was a member of the CNC Fraternity and every one of them would be rich and powerful. Dangerous came with that territory, Emme had told me all of this.
