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“Should I ask what the dirtier kinks are?”
They rounded a slight curve in the walkway, and she heard noises. Sounds that made her both aroused and uncomfortable. Some of them she’d made herself, only a few hours earlier as Saul’s gift to women stretched her open and forced her to give thanks she was a woman.
The nearer they got, she picked out the quiet clank of chains, a soft thwapping sound that wormed inside her and got her all shivery with need. Excitement fizzled in her blood, warring with trepidation, as she matched Saul’s steps to the next set of doors.
“Not tonight, you shouldn’t. There’s so much more to see that you might actually enjoy, rather than worrying over things you won’t.” A long, warbling moan of pleasure followed on the heels of his words, but it didn’t belong to him. “If you have any questions, ask me. Don’t interrupt any scenes—Doms usually don’t take kindly to little rabbits pulling their subs’ heads away from the game.”
“Even Thane?”
“Yeah, even that teddy bear. Most of us, when we step through these doors, embrace our dominant sides down to the last inch. It’s a safe space, where we can be who we really are. One day, hopefully soon, you’ll understand what I mean.” Saul set his hand upon the door, pushing it open a few inches so the quiet sounds she’d heard doubled in volume. “Keep an open mind, bunny.”
She stepped inside and was struck by a multitude of assaults against all her senses.
The scent of leather and wood polish was strong, underscored by the faint musk of sex and a powerful whiff of someone’s aftershave.
Her eyes took in the different stations around the vast room. More than half were empty, waiting for use, but those that were taken…holy shit. There was so much naked skin on display, and not just from the bodies tied up in various positions—a couple of Doms were down to just their pants, and she saw one who was completely in the spirit of things with not a stitch on.
Shock stole her sense of touch, her fingertips going numb as her brain tried to process everything going on around her. Pain being doled out in equal measures to pleasure, metal and jewels flashing beneath the lights, bodies twisting and arching under the control of strong hands.
Cries and whimpers. Stifled screams and the low murmur of male voices speaking almost simultaneously. The smack of flesh on flesh, leather on skin. Laughter.
Alarmed by the one sound that was out of place, Caera searched the room until she found the source. Of course, it was Anarchy.
Jasper stood in front of his woman as she swayed with her arms cuffed high above her head, pulled taut by a single length of chain attached to a hook. Her feet were spread wide, a metal bar keeping them open, and Jasper’s hand was between her thighs, doing exactly what Caera suspected.
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Her brother—God, it was already becoming a habit to think of him as such—had stripped off his shirt, revealing a full sleeve of tattoos on each arm.
Without thinking, Caera gravitated towards him as he reached up with his free hand and pinched Archie’s left nipple, twisting the shiny bar adorning it until the laughter on her face turned into what seemed like exquisite pain.
“Whoa, bunny. That’s a no tonight, sweet girl. Jasper’s level of play will have you running for the hills.” Saul cupped her elbow and steered her in the opposite direction.
“Anarchy has piercings?”
“Yeah. Jasper had Loki do her nipples and clit as an engagement and collaring present. Nothing says forever quite like metal bars through sensitive parts of your anatomy.”
Her own clit throbbed at the notion. Did it hurt? What did it feel like when the needle went through, when the bar followed? Was the sex better with it in?
Not that she believed sex could get any better, not with Saul at the helm.
“Ah, your silence is louder than any crazy rambling.” Saul laughed quietly, leading her past an empty station to the far corner where Connie was naked, blindfolded, and bent over a wooden bench on her hands and knees. “Loki probably told you he’s a tattooist and piercer. Braun made sure he was licensed for the club, so he’s allowed to work on site if anyone requires any needlework.”
“Um…”
“Relax, Caera. He won’t attack you with a needle and nipple ring.”
“Oh, good.”
He urged her to step onto a vacant platform with a bench similar to the one Connie was on, then lifted Caera to sit on it. Moving behind her, he looped his arm around her waist. “Is this close enough for you?”
There were maybe eight feet between the two stations, which was near enough for her to see the sweat glistening on her friend’s bare back and the rosiness of her butt.
This felt so wrong, like she was eavesdropping on a private conversation, only the conversation was a high-definition video call. Maybe it was easier to distance herself from the embarrassment of watching her psychologist-slash-friend being worked over by her Dom because Caera couldn’t see her face.
Suddenly, the room was too warm.
Caera cursed the simple sweater and T-shirt she wore, but she’d chosen them for a reason—mainly to remind herself that she wasn’t playing tonight, and to limit temptation. The problem was, she hadn’t realized just how tempted she would become by what was unfolding in front of her.
