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Twelve
Nora
“Hey there, newbie!”
I run into Roger the second I walk through the entrance of The Red Brick Road. He stares down at me, still obscured from head-to-toe in that black latex, but I find the concept a little less menacing the more I see him.
“Hey, Roger.” I pause. “Can I ask you a question?”
He shrugs his wide shoulders. “Sure.”
“How do you breathe in that thing?” I ask.
He leans down. “I don’t.” I raise a concerned brow and he laughs. “Well, not well, anyway. But that’s part of the fun.”
I squint. “You’re one kinky dude, Roger.”
“Yeah, look who’s talking, newbie.” He raises a finger and flicks the white handkerchief around my neck. “One day here and you’re already owned. So, who’s the lucky Dom?” His head rises. “Oh, I see.”
“Keep moving, Roger.”
I flinch at the deep voice behind me. I turn to find Clive lingering over my shoulder with his arms crossed over his chest. Shadows fall beneath his brow, obscuring his eyes so only the slightest blue shines through at me and Roger.
Roger laughs and raises his hands in surrender. “My sincerest apologies, Mr. Snow,” he says with amusement. “I didn’t realize she was yours.”
“She’s not,” Clive says. “She’s just not your type.”
Roger’s head turns down to look at me again. “Yeah, you’re probably right.”
I frown at the rejection. “Why not?”
Clive takes my arm. “You don’t want to know.”
“No, he’s right,” Roger says. “I would wreck you and your tight, little—”
“Roger.”
His gloved arms rise again. “I’m going. I’m going.” He salutes me. “See you around, newbie.”
I blink with confusion as Roger disappears into the small crowd near the couches. “My tight, little what?” I ask Clive.
His lips twitch. “Honestly… it could go either way.”
I wince. “Yeesh.”
He extends his hand to me. “Shall we?”
I take it without hesitation and his strong fingers lock around mine. It feels safe, but several hairs on the back of my neck stand up as he leads me to the stairs. I make eye contact with a few as we ascend, some of which look from me to Clive and back again, flashing me a quick nod of approval. Thanks, I guess.
We reach the top and I grow a little more nervous with the number of people up here. My heart pounds as I recreate that embarrassing moment from the other night in my head. Is Clive taking me to a cross again? I’m not sure I’m ready for that just yet. I wouldn’t be surprised if I never am again.
Clive and I continue, only we don’t head toward one of the unoccupied crosses or punishment benches...
He’s leading me to the third floor.
Anything goes, Melanie said. If this floor’s a-rockin’...
I must have slowed down because Clive looks back at me over his shoulder. His grip never ceases on my hand and he draws me forward, holding me close as he guides me up.
