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Therefore, it was a simple matter of showing IDs, signing the guest book, and they were passing through the heavy gold curtain.
Inside was like stepping into another world. The club was already in full swing. People filled the place, dressed in club and fetish wear that ranged from peek-a-boo lingerie to silver-studded leather.
The small dance floor was packed. Bodies churned and pulsed to the deep, throbbing bass of the music pumping from the overhead speakers.
Everything was wood. Deep, gorgeous and golden, polished until it looked as lustrous as stained glass. All the time he and Trevor spent on building projects for their charity endeavors had given Cade an eye for lumber. He recognized the quality in the Douglas fir and knotty pine—the latter clearly chosen for its beauty. Whoever had built this place was a true craftsman.
Passing beyond the dance floor, they came to the public play area. Cade thought it was no accident that each section looked like barn stalls for million-dollar thoroughbreds. As they slowly walked the length of the room, it occurred to him that he wasn’t surprised by the layout because the owner was an avid racing fan and owned several winning stallions. Watching a latex-adorned Mistress take a single tail to her muscled and straining sub while he gnashed at the ball gag in his mouth like a bit, it was easy for anyone to get the impression they were in a stable.
Black iron-wrought work was used flawlessly to add detail and contrast. Twists and whorls of it snaked along the dividing walls like gothic garland. Cade saw too that the black iron was also the metal used for the hooks and bondage equipment.
A hunger started making itself known in the pit of his belly as he eyed a hook and pulley system in the ceiling of one of the stalls.
“This one is ours for the evening.” They stood staring at the reserved sign hanging from the burgundy velvet rope that closed off the opening. Cade slowly tilted his head to one shoulder and then the other, the crack and pop of his neck loosening his muscles for the work ahead.
It was time.
Chapter 8
C heyenne walked alongside Faulkner , feeling the very last thing she thought she’d feel her first time in a sex club. Powerful. Embarrassed, awkward and self-conscious were all things she’d felt before while fully clothed and in normal everyday situations. It seemed only natural that in this situation, with everything considered, she should be experiencing all of the above. But instead, she felt like she was the sexiest thing on two legs. Every step she took built this completely foreign yet completely welcome runway-model vibe, and she planned to bask in every moment.
“Let’s take these, here,” Brice said. He indicated with his chin a pair of plush-looking recliners right in front of the stall Riley and her men had just entered. Each one looked big enough to seat four and Shy could easily see herself snuggled comfortably with Dude in one of those.
“Take the one by the wall, Shy,” Dude told her, and waited until she did before adding, “I’m going to get our drinks. What would you like?”
After he took her order, he offered to grab the first round for the rest of their group too. With a parting kiss that left her brain cells in meltdown, Dude turned and walked out of sight.
Shy might have been concerned that strange men would try and hit on her all alone in a place like this. In the past, Shy had a hard time standing up for herself. For others? You bet, she could stand toe to toe with the devil if it was to save someone else. She reminded herself all it took was a polite no —it didn’t help soothe the frogs that were doing acrobatics in her tummy the second Faulkner was out of sight, though.
She needn’t have wasted the energy. One man—tall, built and looking very sinister in his black leather pants and biker boots—started toward them. She’d noticed his eyes on their group when they had walked in. Shy had assumed he was watching
Inside was like stepping into another world. The club was already in full swing. People filled the place, dressed in club and fetish wear that ranged from peek-a-boo lingerie to silver-studded leather.
The small dance floor was packed. Bodies churned and pulsed to the deep, throbbing bass of the music pumping from the overhead speakers.
Everything was wood. Deep, gorgeous and golden, polished until it looked as lustrous as stained glass. All the time he and Trevor spent on building projects for their charity endeavors had given Cade an eye for lumber. He recognized the quality in the Douglas fir and knotty pine—the latter clearly chosen for its beauty. Whoever had built this place was a true craftsman.
Passing beyond the dance floor, they came to the public play area. Cade thought it was no accident that each section looked like barn stalls for million-dollar thoroughbreds. As they slowly walked the length of the room, it occurred to him that he wasn’t surprised by the layout because the owner was an avid racing fan and owned several winning stallions. Watching a latex-adorned Mistress take a single tail to her muscled and straining sub while he gnashed at the ball gag in his mouth like a bit, it was easy for anyone to get the impression they were in a stable.
Black iron-wrought work was used flawlessly to add detail and contrast. Twists and whorls of it snaked along the dividing walls like gothic garland. Cade saw too that the black iron was also the metal used for the hooks and bondage equipment.
A hunger started making itself known in the pit of his belly as he eyed a hook and pulley system in the ceiling of one of the stalls.
“This one is ours for the evening.” They stood staring at the reserved sign hanging from the burgundy velvet rope that closed off the opening. Cade slowly tilted his head to one shoulder and then the other, the crack and pop of his neck loosening his muscles for the work ahead.
It was time.
Chapter 8
C heyenne walked alongside Faulkner , feeling the very last thing she thought she’d feel her first time in a sex club. Powerful. Embarrassed, awkward and self-conscious were all things she’d felt before while fully clothed and in normal everyday situations. It seemed only natural that in this situation, with everything considered, she should be experiencing all of the above. But instead, she felt like she was the sexiest thing on two legs. Every step she took built this completely foreign yet completely welcome runway-model vibe, and she planned to bask in every moment.
“Let’s take these, here,” Brice said. He indicated with his chin a pair of plush-looking recliners right in front of the stall Riley and her men had just entered. Each one looked big enough to seat four and Shy could easily see herself snuggled comfortably with Dude in one of those.
“Take the one by the wall, Shy,” Dude told her, and waited until she did before adding, “I’m going to get our drinks. What would you like?”
After he took her order, he offered to grab the first round for the rest of their group too. With a parting kiss that left her brain cells in meltdown, Dude turned and walked out of sight.
Shy might have been concerned that strange men would try and hit on her all alone in a place like this. In the past, Shy had a hard time standing up for herself. For others? You bet, she could stand toe to toe with the devil if it was to save someone else. She reminded herself all it took was a polite no —it didn’t help soothe the frogs that were doing acrobatics in her tummy the second Faulkner was out of sight, though.
She needn’t have wasted the energy. One man—tall, built and looking very sinister in his black leather pants and biker boots—started toward them. She’d noticed his eyes on their group when they had walked in. Shy had assumed he was watching
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