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“I can feel your glare burning into the back of my head,” he said, approaching the panel and pressing his hand flat against the wall.
A small click was followed by the creak of the door as it opened, revealing the secret room. We both stepped inside and waited for the door to close again. The silence was eerie as we wandered down the walkway that had booths on either side and towards the stage.
My gaze traced the circular stage around to where it led off onto a strip, not unlike a catwalk. The curtain that fell over the older part of the stage was black velvet, similar to the red ones out at the front.
Two metal cages hung high above us, swinging ever so slightly. Inside them, leather straps hung from the bars, the silver hook and eyes glistening in the light from the huge chandelier, which sat in the circular groove of the roof. The sparks of light that were flung over the ceiling highlighted the mural painting that I hadn't noticed when I'd previously visited the room.
“I heard your friend talking to a man when I snuck in here,” I blurted, realising that it was my turn to confess. “He spoke about the charity work you do and the offerings that were expected from members. Can you explain more?”
Indicating that I sit, he lifted himself up onto the stage and paced around it in front of me. “It's like this,” he said, crouching in front of me and reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “The men who join our club know rich elite men who are aware of us. We're in business with so many people, we make friends everywhere we go. However, Chase keeps an eye out for those who have a deeper cause.”
“A deeper cause?” I said, frowning at his simple explanation.
Looking away, Joe chewed on his bottom lip. “It started with four of us who had been through shit in the past. Chase was always upfront and honest about how fucked up he was because of the neglect from his rich parents. A couple of our male friends in university related, so a kind of men's circle was formed.” His gaze came back to me and his head tilted to the side. “Sex didn't come into it until Chase's new girlfriend introduced him to BDSM. Again, we couldn't shut him up, and when he explained the thrill of sexually controlling the young woman, we all discussed it as if it were football or car racing. We were a band of broken young men, looking for the next exciting challenge. That's when we decided to find our own damsel in distress to rescue.”
“Or control?” I said, trying to stifle my smile.
Okay, so I had known male teenagers growing up and it wasn’t a surprise that Joe and his friends had decided to start a BDSM men's club. I'd heard of a lot worse in the past.
“Yes.” He smirked as he shrugged. “We decided to experiment with women we found attractive.”
“So it just... kinda grew from there?” I murmured, leaning forward so I could stroke his bare ankle where his trousers had risen up.
He nodded and stared off into the distance again. “We all had our own little kinks and every time someone hurt a female, either in the news or in our lodgings, we found ourselves drawn to that person, wanting to protect them. We quickly realised that we were sexually aroused by the idea of being the one to take care of them. It wasn't our main motivation; it was a by-product of all that was going on.”
“I don't know whether to be freaked out or okay with the weirdness.”
“Darkness, you mean,” he said, capturing my wrist and stroking it with his thumb. “Sometimes you have to dive into the shadows to find the light. That's my personal take on it.”
Licking my lips, I swallowed. “Have you found your light, yet?”
“I've been searching,” he said, taking hold of my arm and helping me up onto the stage, “but I'm only now just seeing a glimmer.”
He smirked when I raised my eyebrows and smiled. “You're smooth.”
“Not always,” he quipped, grabbing my arse and squeezing hard. “I like to be rough most of the time.”
A gasp escaped me as he took my hair in his hand and pulled my head back so he could lower his head to my neck. His tongue flicked out and traced my collarbone, giving me the shivers.
“Are you ready to go to my office?” he rasped, running his hand up my side.
Nodding, I held his head to me, releasing him only when he stepped back and out of my reach. His eyes were hooded as he watched me, and I couldn't help but drop my gaze to his crotch where a bulge was obvious beneath the expensive cut of his suit trousers.
“I'm ready for my examination,” I said, giggling when he frowned.
Stepping forward, he spun me around by my shoulders and slapped my arse. Hard. A yelp echoed from me and I tried to turn my head back towards him, ready to berate the bastard. He grabbed mywaist and held firm, not allowing me to move. Ah, okay, so we were playing the game now. I had a lot to learn and his love language was new to me. I had no idea what I was supposed to do. Frozen, I breathed slowly, filtering the air into my nose and out through my mouth.
“I don't know what to do,” I whispered.
The hiss of his breath made me tense until one of his hands snaked around my waist as the other slunk down the globe of my butt cheek, tucking between my legs. The press of his fingers made me arch back against him. His mouth came to the spot just behind my ear, breathing heavily onto the lobe. A shudder moved me and he shifted, picking me up and cradling me against his chest.
“I'll teach you.” He looked down at me as he took us off the stage and back towards the door.”As long as you’re ready.”
Smiling, I slipped my hand up his chest and undid one of his shirt buttons. “Oh, I’m ready.”
His face stayed soft but brooding as he walked us to the office and closed the door behind him. It was early and no one would be in for an hour or so, which meant we had the place to ourselves.
As he lowered me to the floor, I reached up and placed a hand over his heart, feeling the steady beat of it through his chest. He had so much to give and so much wisdom, I didn't feel worthy of being in front of him, ready to bare everything.
