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“Cali! You look so cute. I love your costume,” Lucy squeals as she bounces on her toes.
I blush and smile as we pull each other in for a hug.
“Happy birthday! I love your costume. You’re the cutest Tinker Bell I’ve ever seen.”
Lucy giggles. “Thanks. I had to practically beg Daddy to dress up as Peter Pan. I’m pretty sure the only reason he agreed is because it’s my birthday. And also, I was giving him a really good blowjob when I asked him to wear the costume.”
“Little girl,” a deep voice says from behind. “Just because it’s your birthday doesn’t mean I won’t turn your bottom nice and red.”
Both of our eyes widen as we look up at the tall man approaching. Roman, Lucy’s husband and Daddy.
“Cali,” he says gently. “Nice to see you. You look adorable.”
My cheeks heat as I duck my head. Roman has always been kind to me, but he’s a bit intimidating. “Thank you.”
“Go have fun. There are a bunch of games and activities happening in the Littles area,” Roman tells me.
I nod and give Lucy another hug before I make my way into the main part of the club. The heavy bass of the music vibrates in sync with my racing pulse. Crossing the second threshold feels like stepping into another world entirely. The thumping beats surround me, the intoxicating mix of music and bodies electrifying the air.
The dim lighting casts shadows that dance across the walls, creating a sensual atmosphere that sends a thrill through my veins. The crowd is a sea of bodies, some in costumes and some completely naked. It’s a place where inhibitions are shed, boundaries pushed, and desires explored. It’s a place where everyone can be their truest selves.
I make my way through the crowd, the heat of bodies brushing against me, igniting a fire within. Seductive whispers float in the air, blending with the laughter and moans that reverberate throughout the room.
Spotting my favorite area, I head over to where the other patrons are more like me. A place where I can sit on a pile of pillows with my book and watch everyone enjoying themselves.
Settling onto the plush cushions, I let my eyes roam over the scene before me. A cocktail waitress glides by in an outfit that leaves little to the imagination, her tray of tantalizing drinks balancing on her palm. The scent of perfume, sex, and sweat mingles in the air. Most people choose private rooms to explore their fantasies, but some, the ones who love to be watched, enjoy themselves in the open areas for everyone to see.
As I open my book and begin to read, the hairs on my neck rise again as a cool breeze of air floats past me. I instinctively lift my gaze and suck in a breath. Staring at me from across the room is a large, imposing man dressed as a wolf. A big, bad-looking wolf. His gaze is intense, full of desire. I feel a surge of electricity between us, a connection that is both exhilarating and dangerous.
My eyes travel over him. His hair is dark and combed away from his face, his eyes a brilliant hue of green I can see from behind his partial mask, and his jawline is sharp and strong. He’s wearing a dark gray suit that fits him like a glove, and when my eyes land on his hands, I swallow heavily. Tattoos cover his skin, making him look even more imposing.
He slowly starts to make his way through the crowd, effortlessly navigating the sea of bodies. With each step he takes, my heart beats faster, anticipation building within me. As he reaches my corner, his lips curl into a sinister smile.
“Little Red,” he says in a deep, velvety, smooth voice.
I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as his words send a shiver down my spine. The Wolf's presence is magnetic, drawing me into his aura of danger and temptation. I lower my book, my eyes locked with his predatory gaze.
“Big Bad Wolf,” I reply, matching his playful tone.
There's something thrilling about this encounter, a dance between predator and prey, which sends a rush of excitement coursing through my veins and heat to my core.
“What brings you to Surrender tonight?” he asks, his voice dripping with seduction and danger.
I bite my lower lip, feeling the familiar sting of anticipation.
“Curiosity, I suppose,” I answer, my voice quiet all of a sudden.
“May I sit?” he asks.
I hesitate for a moment, unsure of whether or not I should allow this man into my corner of solace. But a spark of excitement ignites within me, overpowering any sense of caution. With a slight nod, I gesture for him to take a seat on the pillows beside me.
The Wolf gracefully lowers himself, his presence commanding and mysterious. As he settles in, the air around us seems to crackle with an undeniable tension. The sound of the music fades into the background, leaving only the rhythmic thrum of my heartbeat pounding in my ears.
He leans closer, his warm breath grazing my ear as he whispers, “You have a look of innocence about you, Little Red. But I have a feeling there’s much more to you than meets the eye. Something I want to explore.”
I swallow. My heart is racing under his gaze.
“What are you reading?”
