Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 247(@250wpm)___ 206(@300wpm)
Doubt gnaws at me again. Why did I think this would be a good idea?
Sure, BDSM may seem appealing when I’m living vicariously through some character in a fictional story. But this is real life. I’m crazy for taking a mere fantasy this far. Even if I’m in my last throes of freedom.
I should blend in. Take a seat. I look like an idiot just standing here in the corner. I’m already here. Might as well enjoy a show before I leave, lugging my regrets home with me.
I plant my butt on one of the theater-style seats by the aisle, sinking my back into the thick, velvet-lined cushion, hoping the pressure will help absorb the throbbing in my body.
Nobody else is sitting by herself I realize. Couples and groups sit around me. They converse in low voices, leaning close to one another. Hands slip underneath sheer lingerie and bulge the fronts of designer suit pants.
Two women kneel on either side of a man wearing a black mask, their heads bobbing over his lap as they give him oral pleasure. When they slide down, I can just make out the head of the man’s cock, trapped between two sets of lips.
In the man’s right hand, he holds two leashes connected to the collars around the women’s necks. He’s leaning his head back, his eyes closed as he breathes through his mouth, too out of it to notice me staring.
One of the women catches me, though. My heart squeezes with guilt, but she doesn’t even blink. Instead, her red slips curl up into a smile as she waves me over.
I give her a smile and shake my head before looking away.
A mask-less girl in red lingerie bends down to offer the drinks balanced on her hand, and I swipe a glass, muttering a nervous thanks.
I take a sip, cursing under my breath when I realize it’s some kind of a fruit juice and not a cocktail like I’d hoped. It’s my fault for not asking the server, I guess.
At least it gives me something to occupy myself. I take small sips through the straw, my gaze fixed on the show unfolding in front of me.
The woman on the stage is now completely restrained, her legs and arms spread apart to match the shape of the strange, wooden cross. Like most women here, she’s wearing nothing but almost-transparent lingerie.
A big, burly man, wearing all black, circles her, looking dangerous and predatory, the complete opposite of her vulnerability. He rips off her clothes, cutting through the flimsy fabric with a small knife whose blade shines under the spotlight.
I can’t believe this is actually happening in front of me.
The man’s hands and mouth roam all over her body as she shudders. Her moans echo through the big hall, reaching a crescendo when he presses a vibrator between her legs.
A hand squeezes my shoulder from behind, making me jump from the shock. I snap my gaze around to find a man standing on the stairs. He’s wearing a blue mask that doesn’t fully cover his round face.
“A girl like you shouldn’t be sitting on your own,” he says.
I let out a nervous laugh. “It’s my first time. I’m happy just to watch.”
“Why watch when you can enjoy more than that?”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” I say, hoping he’ll take the hint and leave me alone.
The man’s lips curve into a small smile. “Have you seen any of the private rooms yet?”
I shake my head. “That wasn’t part of the tour. But it’s okay. I—”
The man grabs my wrist and pulls me up to my feet before I can finish. He tugs me so violently I almost drop my glass of juice on the carpeted floor. He walks so fast I have to focus on every step down the stairs, or I’ll tumble down and fall gracelessly on my ass.
I try to wrench my arm free but to no avail. Judging by his physique, the man doesn’t seem exceptionally strong, but I’m still no match for a man.
“You’re one of those girls, huh?” he asks as he takes me past rows of cushy seats. Right in front of the big double doors, he slams me against the wall, knocking the wind out of me. “You act like a brat so a man can put her in her place. Well, baby, your wish is granted. I’m going to make your fantasy come true.”
I shake my head, my lungs too deprived of oxygen to speak.
Fear grips my chest. What is this man going to do to me? We’re outside the public area; there’s no bouncer I can ask for help here.
The man wraps a moist hand around my arm so hard it starts to feel numb.
“Don’t fight it, baby. You came here on your own. I know you want this to happen. Admit it.” His lips form a grotesque smile as he leans so close his soft belly is squishing against me. “You don’t have to, though. I kind of like it when you fight.”