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It’s like he’s reading my mind. “This isn’t where the real fun happens.” Even so, the more I look around, the more obvious it is that this place is special. For one thing, I’m not the only one walking around with a leather collar around their neck. There are even a few men being led around by women, and one of the men crawls on all fours even though he’s wearing a suit much like the one Colton wears now.
And wow, does he look incredible. He is by far the hottest man here, in a dark suit and tie that give him an air of control. He looks so domineering, and all I want is to give him everything he asks for.
It’s only when he gives a sharp little tug on the leash that I realize the bartender asked what I’d like. “Chardonnay, please,” I mumble, still overwhelmed.
“Dazed?” Colton asks with a soft laugh. “I knew you would be. And I was right, by the way.”
“About what?”
“There are no fewer than three men eyeing you like you are tonight’s main course.” He grabs my ass, squeezing hard enough to make me wince and suck in a pained breath. “But you’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I whisper, both because I know it’s what he wants me to say and because it’s true. I am his.
And not only because I wouldn’t want to be stuck here without him.
Once we have our drinks, Colton looks around the room. “We could hang around here for a while if you want, or we could—”
“I want to look around.”
His eyebrows lift when he turns my way, and frankly, I don’t know where that came from, either. “I’m just saying,” I continue. “You promised a lot back in the car. And there’s only a few hours until dinner.”
Who the hell am I? Or maybe this is who I was all along. Maybe all I needed was an excuse for it to come out.
“Far be it for me to deny you what you want.”
With the leash in hand, he leads me away from the bar, and I don’t know if it’s fear or excitement that leaves me fighting to keep all the wine in the glass rather than splashing it around.
This is it. And there I was, thinking I’d spend my night in the room, with room service and a movie.
I couldn’t have predicted this in a million years. I couldn’t have predicted him—the man he is now, a man who undoes me with every word, look, and skillful touch. This is not the boy I used to know. This is a man I could see myself spending a lot of time with.
He’s your boss, remember? Right, but I’m not exactly trying to think about that right now. Besides, most of the blood has already left my brain in favor of traveling south, to where I’m hot and wet all over again.
We walk up a wide staircase carpeted in the same deep red I’ve seen so far, and with every step, the sounds from various overheard rooms get louder. I don’t have to be able to see what’s happening to know exactly what I’m about to find. My nipples tighten in anticipation.
Colton stops midway, grabbing my arms to stop me as well. “Before we go up there, your safe word is red.”
“I need a safe word?”
His eyes briefly glance over my body once more. “Probably, yes.”
“Red, got it.”
He nods and continues leading us up into a large, central area, while the outer walls are lined with doors. Some of them are open, and couples stroll slowly from one door to the other, observing what’s happening inside. They’re so casual about it, too, like they make a habit of watching people have sex.
It’s the middle area that catches and holds my attention. A few pieces of equipment are scattered around: a leather-covered bench, a table with restraints attached, and a harness hanging from the ceiling.
It’s the harness being used by a naked girl who’s suspended while a heavily muscled middle-aged man takes her from behind that grabs my attention. A second man uses her mouth, fucking her face, pulling her forward before the other man pulls her back against him.
All the while, she screams in pleasure, her cries muffled thanks to her full mouth. The slap-slap-slap of skin on skin and the sight of so much forbidden depravity heat me inside, leaving me squeezing my thighs together in a vain attempt at relief for my aching clit.
What would that be like? To be used by two men is one thing, but out in the open? Because we’re not the only ones watching, either. At least a dozen people are gathered around, watching intently, and I watch in mixed shock and fascination as a woman dressed like me begins rubbing her partner’s growing bulge. He slides an arm around her shoulders, then reaches down to fondle her breasts.
But they never take their eyes off the show. And people make a night of this kind of thing? They don’t seem ashamed at all, nor are they surprised. This is nothing new for them, while for me, it’s like Colton pulled back the curtain on an entirely new world. I knew clubs like this existed, but I never imagined anything this high class—people sipping champagne while watching a live sex act.
And enjoying themselves while they do.
What if that was me in the harness? A rush of heat races through me, sizzling my insides and making my skin tingle. I wouldn’t dare… would I? I’m starting to question a lot of things.
