Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I’d read a ton of BDSM books in my lifetime, and none of the clubs described in my books looked like this.
I half expected to be greeted by a bunch of awesome people, a lot of those men Dominants that wanted to make my life easier, yet none of them approached.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure what the hell was going on tonight.
It just seemed like some huge orgy going on all around me.
There was a cross in the corner that was holding a woman that was being fucked by a giant dildo.
Then there was a medical exam table there in the middle of the room that had some man on it with a woman between his legs wearing a doctor’s coat and nothing else.
All of the men were drinking, which I’d heard was a no-no in my books.
The woman off to the side was having hot wax poured all over her, and there was a bunch of name calling going on, all of which I didn’t suspect were untruthful based on the woman’s very real reaction at each verbal blow.
Then, there was…
“This way, ma’am,” the man from the front, dressed all in black and wearing a ton of wristbands on his wrist, urged. “I’ll show you to the room.”
When I’d walked in, he was sucking a man off at reception.
He’d only stopped long enough to hand me a clipboard with a nondisclosure statement for me to sign.
“Ma’am?” the attendant said impatiently. “Are you ready? Your room appointment is in five minutes, and I have somewhere to be.”
But before he could get me there, he was distracted by a woman carrying a paddle and a whip who stopped him with a question.
I kept wandering, unable to stop myself.
I’d thought I was kinky, but maybe not the kind of kinky that would necessitate myself being in a place like this.
It was the two men and two women doing lines of coke off the glass mirrored table in front of me that made me realize I was wrong.
“I’m just going to go,” I said to myself.
Hopefully Craig wouldn’t be too upset with me for dragging him here and getting his hopes up. But the sex club that I’d expected was not the one that I got.
And I wasn’t super comfortable being here.
I turned around to go and found myself outside in the back alley with my phone in my hand and zero signal.
The club had told me that they put up a signal blocker that would stop people from texting and using their cell phones, but I hadn’t expected it to extend into the outside area.
I stepped farther out of the way when a limo filled with half-naked people pulled up and started spilling out its occupants.
All of them looked high as kites, too.
I guess I’d expected a bit more decorum when it cost fifty grand for a membership to Torment.
But maybe that was my mistake. Maybe the whole point of this place was to be in a place that didn’t have rules, where the elite could go be their disgusting selves.
I backed farther into the alley, absentmindedly pulling out my hunting knife as I went.
My phone still continued to show no signal, so I decided maybe the best thing to do was…
That thought never finished forming because I was pressed up against the building by a strong, muscular body.
My eyes widened comically as I saw the masked man in front of me.
“Craig?” I squeaked.
The man’s teeth flashed in the darkness, and I loosened my grip on my hunting knife.
“I almost stabbed you,” I exclaimed. “Are you crazy?”
Craig didn’t say anything, and before I could say another word, he turned me around and whispered, “Say yes, darling.”
I swallowed hard as excitement poured through me.
This.
This was what I’d craved.
Dominance.
Excitement.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His growl of pleasure at my agreement had me shivering in anticipation.
“Don’t turn around,” he ordered, the sound of his voice making my heartbeat flutter. “You turn around and see my face, and this fuckin’ stops.”
I had no idea Craig could sound so…dangerous.
But that’s exactly what he sounded like. Deadly. Possessive. Exactly like I’d always fantasized.
God, I had to be crazy for being so into this…
I licked my lips. “Keep the mask on.”
“Then I won’t be able to taste you,” he said as I felt his hot mouth travel over my trapezius muscle. “And that would be a travesty.”
His hands went in opposite directions. One traveling up to cup my chin, hand partially covering my neck. And the other traveling down to reach bare skin.
The one at my chin tightened, and my face was turned away, but I’d gotten a glimpse of the mask being pulled down.
He was wearing a baklava, but he’d pulled the mouthpiece down far enough that his mouth was exposed.
I’d seen a flash of facial hair, but not enough to really tell what he looked like.