“Will we be filming
“I was thinking more
“He can even do trapeze-we have a swing above the bed at home.”
“Let me guess,” Mark asked. “He does a midair swing dismount…to mount.”
She flipped a trail of black, kinked hair out of her eyes for the tenth time and smiled widely. “How did you know?” She rolled her eyes. “And he ‘hits it’ every time. Like a dart.”
Mark was beginning to think he’d stumbled on a freak show, not a bondage club.
“Can I get you something?” the bartender interrupted, nodding at his empty beer glass.
Mark looked away from the dark-haired girl with relief. She was hot…but freaky in ways far worse than whips and chains.
“Yeah,” he said. “I need to find someone who knows about a bondage club called NightWhere. Do you think you can help?”
The woman looked at him for a moment, thinking. “I think we’re pretty much it,” she said. “But if not…Bradley might know,” she said, pointing to a leather-clad guy in the flogging audience. “Most people just come
Mark smiled. “That’s not it,” he said. “I’m looking for NightWhere because I’m looking for someone there.”
A hand slipped over his biceps and squeezed. “And I told you, you’ll never find her on your own.”
Mark turned from the bartender who floated on to her next drink and looked at the pale, ice-cool face of Selena.
“You following me?”
“Only if you’re following me,” she said. “Thought you’d be here. It’s the only bondage night in town. At least, that they advertise.”
Mark looked into those ice-blue eyes with irritation. “Look,” he said. “I need to find my wife. Will you help me find NightWhere?”
Selena shook her head. “No can do, my friend. I can’t help you get back there. You don’t have an invitation.”
“Then leave me alone.“
Selena took her hand from his shoulder.
“Mark, I am just trying to help you.”
“Then help me find Rae,” he said.
Selena shook her head. “That absolutely won’t help you. I can guarantee that. Now, on the other hand, if you took me home…”
Mark smiled thinly. “You know that if things were normal, I’d be flattered, and would probably even be able to take you up on it, if Rae approved. And she probably would. But I wouldn’t do it without her, that’s the thing.”
“So why is it that you are here alone, looking for someone who can help you find her?” Selena asked. “Obviously, she isn’t seeing your relationship in quite the same way.”
“If you’re not going to help me find her, then you’re just in the way,” Mark said. Soooo…”
“I’ll be around when you come to your senses,” Selena promised. “Call me?” She pulled out a business card from her thin black purse and handed it to him. “I know you already have my number but…here you go again,” she said. “I hope that I’ll like you. It would be nice if all this was worth it.”
Mark couldn’t help but see the sway of her hips as she walked from the bar to the stairs, ice-blonde hair gleaming in the oscillating strobes. She was a beautiful, perfect piece of ass.
But she wasn’t Rae. And she wouldn’t help him find her.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Her wrist burned with the memory of the needles. But her chest burned with a stronger sensation.
The sensation of desire. And pride. Mixed together in a cocktail that left her almost giddy with excitement.
Rae was part of NightWhere. Not just someone who got an invitation. And tonight she was dressed for the club as she never had been before. In her new room she’d found her outfit for the night waiting for her on the bed.
She had smiled, knowing that Kharon had been there. He was preparing her, taking care of her. She almost felt like calling out for him to help as she put the outfit on. There were studs and leather lacings everywhere…but in the end, the majority of her skin remained exposed. The leather stretched across and cupped her breasts like a cool hand. Two straps led up to a neck collar, which, along with the straps and the bra piece, were studded with silver metal. Two thin strips of leather led from each breast to a waist belt, and the pieces were connected by an interlocking weave of leather laces. One thin strip of studded leather led from below the wide silver belt buckle to slip between her legs and cover her crotch. It widened in back, but not enough to cover the bulk of her ass. Two fat leather straps with buckles remained after she managed to clip all the belts on the form-fitting torso outfit. She wasn’t sure at first where they went, but ultimately, she realized they were belts to strap around her thighs. She supposed they might hold up stockings if she had any, but none were provided. She fastened them around where they seemed to fit, and they did seem to complement the thinner wrist straps.
While she had no stockings, what she did have were shoes. Black, fat, high-heeled shoes. The heels were at least four inches tall, but wide, so that she wouldn’t fall. Still, she felt like she was stalking across the room in Frankenstein’s boots when she walked to the mirror.
She applied the black lipstick and eyeliner that had been lying on the bed with the rest of the outfit and admired herself in the mirror. She was a dominatrix without a whip. All leather and steel and provocatively half-clad flesh.
“Yeah,” she whispered, admiring herself. She liked what she saw.
Now, tattooed and black-lipsticked and clad only in thin strips of metal-studded leather, Rae watched the initiates walking in through the front door as Tailor checked their invitations. Some of them looked nervous-first- timers, probably. Some looked hopeful; she remembered her own anxiousness that second and third visit.
But now she was of the inner circle.
Then she saw a familiar face coming in through the door-the woman who had flogged her so well that first time. The woman she’d been looking for on her next visit.
Rae walked quickly across the room to intercept. The woman was superthin. Her face betrayed lines of stress, and her bare arms and legs were crisscrossed in lines of lighter skin. Scars.
“Hey,” she said, smiling as she held out a hand. “Remember me?”
The woman stopped and looked at her coolly. She nodded, but didn’t reach out to accept Rae’s hand. “Sure.”
“My name’s Rae,” she continued. “I’ve looked for you the past couple of NightWheres…you were so good to me the night we met.”
“Yes,” the woman responded, still not offering her hand. “I’m Amelia. Congratulations.”
Rae frowned, confused. “For what?”
Amelia nodded at Rae’s wrist. “I see you’ve made it to the inside.”
Rae held up the snake tattoo and smiled. “Oh this? Yes! Kharon asked me to stay overnight last night, and I said I’d stay forever if he’d let me. This morning he gave me this.”
“How sweet,” Amelia said. Sarcasm dripped from her voice. “Did he give you his class ring to wear around your neck too?”
“No,” Rae said, confused by the chilliness of Amelia’s reception. “But this whole scene is really cool. I’ve been looking for NightWhere for years, and just didn’t really know it. Now that I’ve found it, I don’t want to ever leave.”
