There is a couple using one of the chairs for a lap dance. To anyone looking, it’s as if the woman is just giving the man a show. But to me, I see the difference. The woman is half naked, only wearing panties and heels, and the guy is fully dressed. Watching them closer, the man is holding onto something. My eyebrows raise, as I see the silver chain. It’s attached to a collar around her neck, and the man is holding onto the end.
Is that a leash?
At one of the tables, a man sits calmly, sipping his drink, as a woman with another collar sits at his feet. The act seems degrading at first, until I notice the man touching her with such loving care. She leans on him, as if she’s searching for his touch alone.
Another man has a woman leaned down, and I watch in amazement, as he spanks her hard. The woman seems to be enjoying the hard smacks, because each time his hand connects to her ass, she tosses her head back with pure pleasure written all over her face.
There are so many people in here that it’s hard to think or concentrate on one thing. There is just too much going on. Sex oozes all over the place, and my face warms, as the feeling starts to work its way in me, too.
My body slowly starts to awaken, as if it’s been in a long slumber for the winter. Wetness begins to pool in-between my legs, as I continue to watch the scenes before me. I don’t even realize, until Kendra pulls me by the hand, that I’ve just been standing still as a statue, gazing at all these beautiful people.
She leads me once more towards a bar in the middle of the room, and as she orders drinks, I look around more. I’m trying to take all of this in, because I need to remember every single detail about this place. Something is telling me that I belong here. It’s also telling me that this place holds the key to what I’ve been desperately searching for.
“The guys should be here soon,” Kendra yells over the music.
“Guys? What guys?” She doesn’t immediately answer me, as she casually takes a drink of her beer, and then hands one to me. I hold onto it, wondering if it’s a good idea to drink or not.
“One will loosen you up more. I needed one my first night.”
Thinking she’s right, I sip the cold beer, letting the tangy, yet bitter taste, fill my mouth. My eyes can’t seem to focus on just one thing tonight, so I don’t bother trying to stop myself from ogling everyone here. I continue sipping on my beer, as Kendra watches me watch them.
After a while, and after my beer is gone, I turn to face her. “I’m seriously overdressed.”
Since Kendra wouldn’t tell me where she was taking me, I decided on a strapless, black cocktail dress. The length is short, and even in my heels, I’m still wearing way more clothes than anyone else here. Well, besides Kendra. She’s got on a black corset, paired with leather pants, and knee-high boots. I’ve never told her, but I really want to steal those boots from her. They are five inches high, but they go with pretty much anything you can think of to wear.
“That’s my bad, but you look hot in that dress.” I start to thank her for the compliment, but the words leave me, as I see the look on her face. “There he is,” she says, and I turn around to see who she’s talking about.
I honestly should’ve known it was her husband, Weston. The look on her face could’ve told me that. But nothing, and I mean nothing, could’ve prepared me for the man walking beside Weston.
Sebastian Matvei.
My entire body instantly turns hot, as if someone thought it would be a good idea to turn on the heat full blast. With my heart pounding in my chest and ears, all I can do is stare at the man I’ve craved for the longest time. He notices me, of course. I don’t think anything could get past him. His green eyes hold mine captive, like they always do, and I refuse to look away. This time, I refuse to fail his test, even if I don’t know if it’s actually a test.
Either way, I don’t want to miss the way his eyes take me in, and how they seem to caress my entire body without touching me. I don’t even blink, as he walks closer to us. Finally, after it seems like hours have passed, he stands before me. Sucking in a ragged breath, my gaze lands on his lips, as he uses a thumb to run over his bottom lip. That’s when I notice his bracelet is black, and Weston has one too, but his looks like Kendra’s. I need to know what these bands mean.
“Welcome to Sensuality,” Kendra boasts loudly.
“We should go find a room, before they’re all gone,” Weston claims, and I frown.
“Room? There are rooms here?” I hate to break the gaze with Sebastian, but I do, as Weston answers me.
“Yes. In the other part of the club there are what?” He turns to Sebastian, and then asks, “Twenty private rooms?”
“Yes.” Is all Sebastian says.
Feeling his
