If I decide to stay, it will be about learning to trust again, even perhaps the quiet thrill of choosing to kneel before someone who could make me disappear with a snap of his finger but won’t, because the attraction I feel, he feels it too. It’s palpable, in the air, mingling around us.
All of a sudden, I realize the danger isn’t the club. It’s this man. Not because he may cross my boundaries, but because as a Dom I may want him to. At least for a night, to try it on for size. His commanding presence is nothing that he says, it’s in the power of his stance and his gaze. He would honor my trust so precisely it makes me want to give him permission to cross the line with everything else. To teach me everything he knows. And he hasn’t even asked me to play.
The trouble is that this powerful and dangerous man may know exactly what I want and need far better than I do myself.
After what seems like forever, he holds out a hand. “You may call me Mr. D. I’ll show you around, and then you can decide later if you’re observing or considering, and just because you decide to consider does not mean you have to rush into anything tonight.” He tilts my chin with the tip of his finger so that my eyes meet his and he keeps them locked. “Capisce?”
His touch, even under my chin, does something to me. Maybe it’s just the entire conversation but this man is dangerous and exciting at the very same time. “Yes,” I whisper.
“Very good. What’s your name?”
My throat dries. I should probably use an alias, but I don’t. No one is going to recognize me with a mask on my face. “Anna.” I don’t give him my last name, so there’s that.
“We’ll start with the open club, Anna,” Mr. D says, taking my hand which causes my pulse to race far faster than usual. We walk through the club, navigating around the small tables set up in the dimly lit space, everyone wearing a mask, but all dressed in a variety of attire. I take in the long gowns, short skirts, and even long tailored pantsuits, but surprisingly no one is nude.
“Is it what you imagined?” he asks, placing a hand at my lower back.
“In my mind, I pictured a lot of nude people running around, hanging out and making out in different corners of the club. Kind of a smorgasbord of orgy if you will.”
His lip curls slightly as we reach the elevator. “That’s downstairs. Are you ready to go see the more risqué crowd?”
I inhale a deep breath and give him a nod. “I think so. If I go running for the hills, just know it’s nothing you did or said.”
Why does everything south clench when he did not say one thing inappropriate, but just the thought of being dirty with him makes me swoon. The thought that I should tell Addie where I’m going crosses my mind, but she’s an adult, she’s used to club life, and I’m certain she’s having fun and doesn’t need me cramping her style. It was nice of her to bring me but that doesn’t mean I need to curtail her fun.
The man’s dark eyes meet mine. “I don’t think you’ll be running tonight.”
5
VINCENZO
The powerful men on the upper level of the DeLuca X Club, they all know the signs of a perfectly new and needy sub. Even as they spoke with the women they were with, they were eye fucking Anna and getting on my last nerve. The men on the lower level will be paying far better attention to their less dressed partners and will not be quite as interested in us. Better to get her out of this crowd before their interest stirs more questions and draws the attention of those who may be interested in the mystery lady I escort.
I guide Anna through the scattering of tables and into the elevator with a hand to her lower back as we settle into the car and ride to the lower floor. “There are three floors to DeLuca X Club, which sits underneath the DeLuca Casino and Hotel. The top floor is the actual lounge where we just were, the middle floor one below where we’re going, it’s referred to as an open play area. You’ll see a little less clothing for some, couples who enjoy petting and having sex while being watched, and you’ll see those who love the act of watching.”
Anna inhales a soft breath as the elevator doors open and true to my word she sees an array of half-dressed and fullyundressed men and women in various states of engagement as we walk across the floor. The dimness of the club and the low sultry music give the illusion of privacy with the strategically built tucked away corners and play areas with massive draping leaves of potted plants, but to the watching eye and voyeurs it is an open show to be sure.
Every time she sees something different as we make our way through the club, the slight inhale of her breath causes her spine to stiffen against my hand. There’s something carnal and primitive about exploring this first experience with her and partaking in her initial reactions to each of the encounters. Something that makes my dick harder than it’s been in a long fucking time.
A man and woman sit at a table, out in the open no doubt intentionally. She wears a diamond collar and a leash, with a red G-string and pair of heels and nothing more to match. He strokes her long blonde hair as her face bobs up and down on his dick. The woman knows what she’s doing, rising up slowly, letting her tongue explore his slit and his head, before taking him in and going down again.
Anna’s breathing hitches, clearly enjoying this little show. I make a mental note because I’ve already decided that if Anna wants to learn the pleasures of this life, no one else in the world is going to teach her but me. That’s a fucking non-negotiable whether she knows it yet or not.
I continue walking her around, letting her watch a woman getting taken care of by two men. I run a hand around her nape and lean down to whisper in her ear. “Does that turn you on?”
She’s slow to answer but shakes her head slowly. “I actually thought if I ever saw it that it would, but I like the couples better.”
My angel doesn’t see the curl of my lips, but her answer makes me happy because the thought of sharing her does notplease me at all. I want her for myself, but I’m not the only one in the room with eyes on Anna. Here, all the dominants know she’s new to our club, sense her freshness, her pureness. Whether a virgin or not, it’s the allure of showing, teaching, arousing for the very first time, and I myself am not in the slightest immune. But they’re with partners and in the middle of acts on this floor, so don’t spend much time on mine, not like the open eye inquisition upstairs we just left.
Anna’s so responsive. We pass by a couple who are in the throes of sex. Anna’s breath intakes sharply as she watches him taking his partner from behind while she’s draped over a white leather couch. Anna’s eyes light and this time she turns to me and tells me exactly what she likes. “This,” she says softly. “I dream of that.”
I turn her head back to the couple, encouraging her to watch as each thrust gets harder, more desperate in their race to chase their orgasm, and right before they reach their peak her pulse begins to beat rapidly. I lean down and whisper. “Has someone done that to you?”
“No,” she whispers. “It was never like that. It was like one, two, three and done,” she says flatly.
My jaw tightens. She doesn’t need to know that I know what she went through or at least some of what she went through. Maybe I’ll never know the entire story, but I do know if Barcelo weren’t already dead, I would put that fucker in the ground. And if I had known she was alive she would have been by my side the minute she healed. “You dream of someone taking you from behind, bringing you to that point where you can’t stand it until you explode.”
She nods. “Yes,” she says on a breath. “All the time. I like the man in charge.”