Bianca threw me a wicked grin before stepping on the elevator. I quickly hopped on after her. “So much for just going out dancing,” I mused.
“If you haven’t had a hot guy make you come by the end of the evening, then I’ve failed as your rebellious cousin.”
“That works for me.”
Of course, I sounded a lot more certain than I felt. Especially when the elevator doors opened to reveal Lust. Just like upstairs in the club, loud music, strobe lights, and a fog machine set the scene.
The room split into two pathways–one into the ethereal themed Heaven and the other into the red and black walls of Hell.
The moment we stepped inside Hell, I realized just how sheltered I’d really been. Men and women of all ages and in various shades of undress roamed along the pathway. Some crawled as they were on leashes. Turning my attention to the right, there was a stage with a leather pole.
A naked man leaned against the studded material while his hands and ankles were handcuffed to the pole. Kneeling before him, both a man and a woman took turns sucking his cock. At the same time, a woman in a dominatrix outfit used a riding crop to send hardened smacks to his ass whenever he verbally showed pleasure.
The sight, coupled with the sounds, sent heat blooming between my thighs. I’d always had a fantasy of tying up a man and having him at my mercy. I’d been too embarrassed to voice it to Marco.
The longer I focused on the sensual scene before me, the less I saw the man with long blond hair tied to the pole.
Instead, he became a dark-haired man with tattoos and a more muscled body.
The auburn-haired dominatrix in the leather jumpsuit became dark-haired.
Arousal dampened my thong at the thought of me spanking Leo with a riding crop. Or having his arms above his head and handcuffed to the bed while I rode his face or took his cock.
As a flush tinged my cheek, Bianca leaned in. “I think someone has a hidden BDSM side.”
“Maybe,” I panted.
Although others around me touched themselves or others, I couldn’t bring myself to slide my hand up under my dress. Not even when the man came with a thundering cry, which earned him harsh whips.
“Let’s keep looking.”
As we continued down the path, the sex scenes grew more hardcore. I found myself flinching or turning my head. At Bianca’s laughter, I tore my gaze away from the scene to look at her. “I forget how innocent you really are,” she mused.
“Um…”
“Come on, let’s get you out of Hell and into Heaven.”
I swallowed hard. “I think so, too.”
Linking her arm through mine, Bianca started dragging me away. As we exited the darkness and the smoke of the fog machine, it took a moment for my eyes to focus. When they did, the world around me slowed to a crawl at the sight of Rafe across from me.
Unlike most of the people in Lust, he didn’t wear a mask. He also still had on his black slacks, while his black shirt was unbuttoned to the waist.
His handsome face appeared euphoric. His arm was slung tightly around the waist of a gorgeous red head outfitted in a green and gold mask that matched her lingerie. His face nuzzled her neck, causing her to gasp with pleasure.
Bianca tugged my arm. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
But I remained transfixed watching Rafe and the woman. I didn’t need to be told who she was. It was very evident that it was Maeve Kavanaugh.
“Do you want to go?”
I shook my head furiously from side to side. “I want to get shitfaced. Now.”
Bianca grinned. “You got it.”
After taking the elevator back up to the main floor, Bianca and I headed for the bar. “What are we drinking, ladies?” a shirtless bartender in gold spandex shorts asked.
Leaning in to give him a better view of my tits, I blurted, “Vodka shots.”