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Except, with her it could be new and exciting again.
I dismiss that thought. She’s too innocent for this.
She steps away from me to take in the room, and I feel a pang at the loss of her sweet heat. I don’t want to stop touching her.
“This is one of our communal areas,” I explain, watching as Candy’s eyes dart from one person to the next, like she’s desperate to drink it all in, but afraid to be caught looking. “It’s where our customers can explore their deepest desires, under the watchful eye of our staff and any other members who care to watch. Or join in.”
Candy nods stiffly, still in shock at what she’s seeing. I can tell she’s overwhelmed, but I’m not done yet. I have so much more to show her.
I lead her back out into the corridor and down another wing of the club. This time we enter a room filled with stalls. The Stables. Couples and groups are tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat as they move in unison. The smell of sex in the air is unmistakable, mixed with the scent of the straw and hay.
In here, there are no fancy booths or leather lined benches, just some woollen blankets thrown down on the straw and the fucking is more animalistic and raw.
Candy’s curious gaze sweeps across the dimly lit, expansive space, her eyes narrowing as they land on the wooden plaques suspended above each bay. The soft, warm glow of fairy lights dances around the letters etched into the weathered wood, creating a whimsical ambiance. She takes a moment to examine them, her lips forming a small ’o’ of realisation.
“Are those…names above the stalls?” Candy inquires, her fingers unconsciously reaching out to trace the engraved letters, as if trying to decipher their significance.
“Yes. They’re—”
“Santa’s reindeer,” she finishes, her voice filled with a mix of surprise and amusement. She takes a step back, her hand falling to her side. “Okay. Umm. Wow. Right.”
I chuckle softly at her reaction, finding it endearing. Particularly the way she’s so focused on the decor and once again ignoring the mass orgy going on before us.
“The club is themed for the holidays,” I explain, gesturing to the festive decorations that adorn the walls and the crimson velvet curtains that conceal the rest of the room. “No livestock though. Health and safety nightmare,” I joke with a wink.
“Gotcha.” Candy’s teeth gently clamp down on her lower lip, her brow furrowing slightly as her gaze flits around thetransformed space. Her body language shifts subtly, becoming more relaxed as her initial confusion fades. But her uncertainty still lingers, evident in the way she unconsciously tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“So, umm, what’s this space look like when it’s not Christmas?” she asks, her curiosity evident in her inquisitive expression as she turns to face me once more.
I shrug nonchalantly, a hint of a smirk playing on my lips. “Couldn’t tell you. We just rent the space for a few months. It’s probably a meat-packing factory or something the rest of the year.” My eyes twinkle with mischief as I watch her reaction.
Candy shudders visibly, her face twisting with mock disgust. Her nose wrinkles, and she swats at my arm but I laugh. The sound is light and carefree, and alien to me.
“Relax.” I grin at her. “It’s just a joke. It’s an abandoned warehouse, which we rent, that’s all.”
“We?” she queries, her interest piqued.
“Me and my business partners,” I reply, my tone taking on a hint of pride. “You’ve met Wint.” I deliberately don’t mention the others, though I’m not entirely sure why. I guess I’m looking forward to seeing her reaction when she realises. Particularly with Don and Frost.
She nods slowly.
“But, I don’t understand,” she admits, her brows knitting together in genuine curiosity.
“What don’t you understand, Candy?” I ask, my own intrigue mirrored in the tilt of my head as I focus on her.
“If you’re only here for the holidays, how do you have so many members?” Her eyes search mine for answers, her expression genuinely perplexed. Her body language conveys her desire to understand, leaning in slightly as if getting closer to the truth.
“We run another club,” I explain, my voice lowering slightly as if revealing a secret. “It’s the main club. The majority of our members come from there. But some do join just for our themed pop-up events.”
“Events, plural?” Candy’s eyes widen with surprise, and her lips form a soft, appreciative smile. Her fingers play with a lock of her hair as she processes the new information. “So you don’t just run a Christmas-themed underground BDSM club?”
“Nah,” I reply, matching her smile with one of my own. “You name it, we have an event for it. Not all of them are as large-scale as this though. Christmas is kind of our thing. Easter is fun though, we have a lot of bunnies who like to be chased.”
“Wow. Okay, my mind is blown,” she admits, her gaze lingering on me as she absorbs the fascinating world I’ve just introduced her to. Her eyes are wide with shock and maybe even a hint of curiosity. I can see she’s trying to process everything she’s seeing.
I chuckle again. “You’ve not seen the half of it. Come, I’ll show you a couple more things and then we’d both better get back to work.”
I give her a moment to take it all in, then I lead her to the next room.
