He gritted his teeth seeing the look Flavio was giving him. "This is Savannah. Savannah, this is Flavio Falcone."
The girl no longer needed an introduction, knowing who he was. She knew he was young, however, his facial features wouldn't suggest it. Especially now when he was taking an interest in her.
"Hello," she said quietly. Regardless of age, Flavio was making her bashful with his demeanor. More than Elio ever had.
"So are you going to tell me what you're doing here now?"
"Business as usual. I need to talk to Coluccio. Have you seen him?"
Elio nodded and pointed in the direction the man had gone in a few minutes ago. Without another word, Flavio headed there.
"Come on. It's going to start soon."
Elio grabbed her hand, tangling his fingers into hers and led her towards the back where there were stairs. Near them, there was also an elevator which most people chose, waiting in line.
They started to fill it.
"Can you tell me something more about what all of this is?" asked Savannah.
If she was to spend time here with Elio's assurance that she didn't have to do anything, it would be good to at least know how the place worked. The room names weren't enough to make her let go of her fear. Quite the opposite in fact.
"There's really not much to say. We will choose a room out of those that Coluccio mentioned, go in, sit and listen to a sexual story about a certain topic. That's about it."
Savannah frowned, stopping mid-step. "Elio."
"Savannah, live a little. Believe me, you will like it," he promised.
"What do you like?" The words escaped her lips without much thinking. The fact that he was so persistent on her trying out this event meant that he had some kind of sexual preferences. And she couldn't help but wonder what those were.
He went a step down, his eyes not leaving hers. "It would be quicker to say what I don't like." Pause. "The group one is not my thing. I'm not a fan of sharing. Anything."
News flash - Savannah could have realized that without him admitting it. She’d already seen how possessive he was quite a few times. The most recent one being a minute ago with Flavio. Whether the protectiveness came out of any feelings the man might have had towards her, or simply because of the positions both men had in the Famiglia, didn't matter.
She didn't comment on it. Instead, she asked, "Which are we heading into?"
"First to orgasm control. I don't want you to freak out by going to more challenging ones in the beginning."
She tensed. "First?"
Elio nodded. "We might end up visiting others later on. The stories don't take all that long. Half an hour tops. That leaves us with a lot of time to try more than one tonight."
"Elio, I am not that girl," she repeated more persistently.
"You keep on saying that, thinking that I mind you being inexperienced,"
Savannah choked on air.
"Sì, I do know that you're a virgin. You didn't really have to tell me. I don't think it could be more obvious than that. I'm not saying we have to stay but no one is making you do shit while we are there other than sit your pretty ass down and listen." He brushed off a strand of hair that had escaped her updo. "Can you do that, baby girl?"
No!
Yes.
Who the hell knows?
She swallowed, bracing herself. With a barely visible nod, she agreed to follow the man, hoping that it wouldn't lead to anything bad.
Then they climbed to the fifth floor. By the time they got there, Savannah was started to pant at the exertion. She knew that Elio had wanted to avoid the crowd but right now she wished they’d waited in the elevator line downstairs.
In front of them, there were black double doors with a man standing beside them, letting people in. They were giving him some pieces of paper that were probably tickets. And just like before, Elio crossed the threshold without so much as waiting a second. No ticket, no words. He just greeted the man and went inside.
The room was spacious, however, a little smaller than the one on the main floor. The colors were similar to the purple and pink lights. But instead of white couches, there were black leather booths that looked like oval-shaped boxes. No one could see anything from the side or above. They were all turned in one direction so that when you sat in one, you were completely invisible for others.
Waiters were the only ones walking around, taking orders and bringing drinks.
Elio put his hand on the small of her back and they both sat in one of the booths in the corner. At once, one of the waiters came up to them.
"Bring whiskey and..." he looked at Savannah, knowing that the girl would most likely refuse any alcohol. Too responsible to let loose even a little. She might have been underage but no one could care less here. Elio could even bet that some of the other people brought minors to these parties. Whether it was legal or not, he gave no fuck about it. As long as it had nothing to do with him or people he knew.
"The same, please,"
She once again surprised him.
The waiter scribbled the order, then glanced back up again at Elio. "Special, too?"
He thought for a few seconds about the question, then shook his head. With a simple wave, he sent him off.
"Whiskey? Really?" his brow rose.
"If I am to survive this," She gestured at the area, "then I need some help."
And wasn't that the truth? For someone like Savannah, it could be nerve-wracking at first. That is why the orgasm control kink was at the top of the list.
"You'll be okay."
"What’s a special?"
Elio chuckled. "This club isn't called Ecstasy for nothing. It’s
