I’m beginning to think that people really do come here for fun. It doesn’t feel sleazy or shady or like anything bad. So far, everyone has been friendly.
So, lifting my chin, I cross to the doors and walk inside, andwow.
This is totally different from what I’ve seen so far.
Instead of black and gold, this area is white. It looks ...opulent, for lack of a better word, with dim lighting and sheer white material hanging between stations where people are absolutely, without a doubt, having sex. Music tinkles through the air, loud enough to cover a lot of the moans, but not so loud that I couldn’t hear someone speaking right next to me.
The furniture is all in jewel tones. In one corner sits a sapphire-blue bed with soft pillows, and a woman is running a peacock feather over a man’s back.
My eyes drift around, and my stomach is in knots because I want more than anything to find out that Rose is here, but so far I don’t see her.
There’s a spanking bench, where two women are restrained and a man is working them over with a riding crop, taking turns back and forth.
I wander around, taking in every single thing, and feel my nipples tighten and my pussy dampen as I explore. There’s a man working different colored ropes around a naked woman.
Shibari.
I’ve seen this done a few times. It’s beautiful, the way it almost looks like lace hugging her legs and torso. He’s working on her arms now.
I pause here and watch, the music drifting around me, and then every hair on my body stands on end.
Nine
MATEO
She takes my breath away.
I’ve been following Violet since she came into the playroom. I got here just as she finished her drink at the bar, and I saw that my family was staked out in the corner, watching her.
Christ, we’re all stalking my girl.
After Violet came in here, I glanced back and Lulu gave me a thumbs-up.
I’m still on edge after what went down in the cell. If Violet weren’t here, I would have gone to the club and beat the fuck out of someone.
Or a few someones.
But seeing her also calmed me. She’s watching one of the masters with his ropes. Her eyes are droopy, her lips wet from licking them.She likes this.
“Are you looking for me?” I ask against her ear as I run my hands down her sides to her hips and breathe her in. “Fuck, you smell good.”
“How did you know that I’d be here?” she asks softly, not looking away from the show in front of her.
“I didn’t.”
“Don’t lie to me.”
“I didn’t know,” I insist. “But I hoped.”
She turns to look up at me, and I don’t like the way she scowls. I want her smiles.
I wantallher smiles.
“What’s wrong?”
“You gave me VIP access.”
I’m going to owe Rome big time, the asshole.