Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66454 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
In the cage closest to me, a woman’s small hands are wrapped around the bars, making her look even more delicate. Her eyes are closed, and she's lost in the music. Her hands move to her body, traveling up to her neck seductively, then to her hair. Her movements are sensual and mesmerizing. It’s only when Kade takes a step forward and the chain pulls on my wrists do I realize I’ve been staring.
This room itself is a drug. It’s intoxicating, frightening, and electrifying all at once. Had I stepped into this room by my own volition, I would sway my hips to the music. I would close my eyes and get lost in the divine pleasure this room crafts. It seems like most of the people are on the outskirts of the room, staying close to the walls and talking and drinking. They're hardly paying any attention to the stimulating sensations overwhelming me.
There are a good number of people, a few dozen at least, dancing in the center of the room. Some women are dressed in clubwear and heels, while others, like me, are in bare feet and barely any clothes at all. The sea of swaying hips and hands caressing bodies is accompanied with couples grinding against one another.
I fixate on a couple at the very edge. The man is in low-hung pants and he isn’t wearing a shirt. He’s holding his partner up with his hands on her ass, and her legs wrapped around his waist. Her head tilts back, and he kisses her neck as he pumps his arms up and down to the beat while she moves against him. My breathing comes in heavy pants as her lips part. They look so intimate that they must be fucking. But in a flash, they’re lost in the crowd.
My feet don’t stop moving as Kade tugs the chain around my wrists. He’s wrapped the chain around his hand so much I’m forced to stay close to him. It’s not until I hear the sounds of moaning and strangled cries that my feet stumble, and Kade’s there to catch me, as though he anticipated my fall.
The music dies as we move away from the dance floor and closer to a thick curtain that divides the room in half. Guarding the area where the curtain splits are two tall muscular men, wearing the same black pants and tight white t-shirts as the bartenders. The curtain is made from the same deep red fabric as the ones covering the windows.
As we approach, I can hear several women’s strangled cries, but I’m not certain if they're from pleasure, or pain. I grip onto Kade’s side, my nails digging into his muscular back. He wraps an arm around me, but even as my feet refuse to work, he continues to push me to move.
My body is a confusing mix of fear and curiosity, jumbled up with arousal and anxiety.
I only move because I have to, and as I walk in Kade’s embrace and see what lies in front of us, my blood runs cold.
Behind the curtain is a room of debauchery.
Anxiety races through my blood. I feel lost, just like Alice when she fell down the rabbit hole. There are multiple small areas separated by a thick, red rope, but each division is taken by a couple while spectators stand around watching. Some men are completely clothed, but a few have their pants undone and they’re openly stroking their erect cocks.
I try not to stare as I see a man standing in front of a scene with a woman on her knees in front of him. Her head bobs up and down his length. On a small stage before them the woman is being taken by two men. The woman at the spectator’s feet doesn’t bother to look at the scene. Her one hand balancing herself on his thigh and her other stroking him. She eagerly takes him into her mouth as his hand spears through her hair and he looks between her and the woman in front of him.
“They want that, angel.” I look up at Kade, scared and wanting to cling to him to save me. I want to plead with him not to leave me here. “They asked to be in this room.”
He tilts my head back so I’m forced to take in the room and this time I watch the scene playing out to my left.
The woman closest to me is completely naked and shackled to a bench. Her beautiful blonde hair is disheveled, but still partially pulled back in a ponytail.
I watch as her eyes close and she obeys her Master. He’s standing in front of her, with his hands resting on her arms as another man grips her hips from behind and thrusts himself deep inside her. Sounds of pleasure spill from her mouth as she takes the relentless thrusts. Her mouth parts, and her body trembles. The man behind her groans and pulls away from her, cumming violently on her lower back.