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Glancing down at her, he smiled at her wide eyes and parted lips as she took in the club for the first time. The entrance let out on the lower level, which was lit up with red and purple lights. At the very back of the space was a well-stocked bar, though there were rules about how much one could drink if they planned on scening. Some patrons did come just to enjoy the company of fellow kinksters at the bar, though, and they could settle in and even order some food if they were so inclined, though they’d need to make their way up the curling, wrought-iron staircase to have a meal.
Red-lit booths, each with its own candelabra chandelier, lined the second floor, overlooking the balcony, which was easy to see through as it was the same black iron design as the staircase. It gave the room a very gothic vibe, the red lighting turning it a little sinister… in a fun way.
At least, in his opinion.
Emily leaned against him, snuggling up to his side, and he slid his hand up from her back to around her shoulders. Seeing her wonder and looking around the club, it was like seeing it with new eyes. It didn’t hurt that he’d been away for so long.
There were some familiar faces but mostly faces he didn’t know. Seeing Vivian and James in the front had given him a bit of false assurance that everything would be the same walking in, but it was more like visiting a school he used to go to. The building was still the same, but a lot of the people weren’t.
“Do you want to look around?” he asked Emily in a low murmur she’d be able to hear despite the throbbing bass being pumped in through the sound system.
She nodded, her head turning this way and that as she took in everything.
There were several scenes already going on at the various stations around the room, and quite a few people were watching from above. Everyone was in different stages of dress—or undress—and wearing everything from electrical tape to a full-on suit. He had pulled out his old leathers, pants and vest, and Emily’s eyes had lit up the moment she’d seen him, which had made him feel damn good.
She made him feel young again.
Guiding her across the floor, Damian headed toward what looked like a flogging scene. A good, gentle way to get her started. Before they reached their destination, a familiar face popped out of the crowd in front of him, beaming.
“Daddy Damian!” Shane grinned at him, his gaze flickering back and forth between Damian and Emily. Some things about the club had not changed, and Shane was one of them. Dressed in a pair of silvery latex shorts to showcase his perfect manscaping with his shoulder-length blond hair swept back in a man bun, he looked like he’d just come from performing in the Rocky Horror Picture Show. In one hand, he held a small bag of something unidentifiable, but Damian had his suspicions. “It’s been forever! What are you doing here? And who is this delightful darling?”
Switching his beaming gaze from Damian to Emily, Shane winked with outrageous exaggeration at her, and Emily giggled. As usual, Shane’s charm worked its magic, and he could feel Emily relaxing.
“This is Emily, and it’s her first time to a club,” Damian said. “Emily, this is Shane, submissive brat extraordinaire.”
“Oh, this is the best club,” Shane replied, his eyes lighting up with glee. “Do you want some candy corn?” He held out the bag in his hand, confirming Damian’s suspicions. It would be a cold day in hell the day Shane went anywhere without candy corn. Damian had a feeling he bought in bulk.
“Yes, please.” Apparently unfazed by Shane’s unique conversational style, Emily shyly reached out to take some candy while Damian barely managed to keep a neutral expression on his face. Candy corn was just sweet wax. And not the fun kind that could be melted and dripped on someone.
“It’s so nice to meet you. Especially since you’re here with one of our OG BDEs.” Shane chuckled, fluttering his eyelashes at Damian.
“What’s an OG BDE?” Emily asked, not seeing the warning glare Damian was giving Shane.
“Nothing.” Damian glared harder. Unfortunately, Shane was a massive brat, so Damian’s glare just bounced off him like a rubber ball against cement.
“The Original Big Daddy Energy boys. Or Big Dick Energy. But since he and his brothers are all Daddies…” Shane winked again, and Damian groaned.
“The club is named after Braden,” Damian argued. “Braden Dominic Elliott.” Technically, it was also named after him and Desmond, but Damian didn’t go by his first name of Blake, and Desmond didn’t go by Bryce, so no one knew that.
They hadn’t realized when they’d created the club that the initials would turn into a completely different acronym, but someone had picked up on it the first week the club was open, and it was all over after that. Braden refused to change the name, finding it funny, and once Damian realized it got under Desmond’s skin, it stopped bothering him as much. Yeah, he was petty like that.
“Well, speaking of Big Bad Daddy B, he’d like to talk to you. I can keep Miss Emily company down here if you want.” Shane eyed Damian, obviously waiting to see what he would do.
“She comes with me,” Damian growled, despite knowing he was playing right into Shane’s hands. It seemed that Shane’s title as the Gossip Queen of BDE was still firmly in place. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if Vivian had been the one to send him to find out more information.
“Of course.” Shane beamed, popping another piece of candy corn in his mouth. “See you after!” He gave them a little wave before disappearing into the crowd.
Damian sighed and looked down at Emily. “Change of plans. Let’s go see my brother.”
Emily
Oh my God, his brother!
Somehow, the dots hadn’t connected in her head right away. Granted, there were a lot of distractions going on around her that made it really hard to focus.
“I can’t see your brother like this!” she squeaked, tugging at the hem of her lingerie, which just made it even more lowcut. Pulling it back up shortened the skirt to indecent heights. There was no winning.
Daddy glanced down at her. “Why not, Sunshine? You look gorgeous.”
