The bouncers ushered us inside and I followed Niall through a narrow corridor with black walls lit by pink neon lighting. We headed into a huge bar where ethereal music was coiling through the air. Some of the crowd were dressed up in sexy stuff like we were and others wore suits or fine dresses while leather clad people draped themselves all over them.
The waitresses were pouring high end champagne and whiskey for everyone who wanted it and I stared in awe at a girl covered in body paint as she casually dropped to her knees before a man with silver hair wearing a latex army uniform and started sucking him off right in front of us.
Niall led us through the crowd as the music pulsed around me and the scent of sugar and bad deeds filled the air.
I was fascinated as I watched people making out and touching each other, but things got even more interesting as we turned into a corridor full of rooms with open doors. I looked into each one, my jaw dropping. There were men being whipped and paddled, a woman tied to a huge cross while several people licked and sucked her flesh at once, there were vibrating toys and chains and things that looked better for torturing than pleasuring. But all I heard were moans and pleas for more as I took it all in, making mental notes of everything I witnessed.
It was all so new, so exciting, and I wanted to try every last thing and find out what I liked the most. There were threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes, and more. There were men and women dressed as cats and dogs and aliens, all being fucked in various positions I’d not dreamed of trying, but now I had the dreams. The big dreams. All the dreams. I wanted to be bent over and twisted up like a pretzel. I wanted three Ds at once and I wanted to be chained up while I took them. I wanted to be dommed down, then do the domming myself. I wanted a whip engraved with my name and spiky boob coverings that made me look like a warrior princess.
I wanted it all, I wanted it now.
“Any sign of him?” Niall asked as he looked back at us.
Oh right, the Castillo man. I’d gotten totally distracted by the sex fest around me, and now I wished I had a little notepad or a rock to write down all the things I wanted to try.
I shrugged and the other two shook their heads.
“We’d better split up and look for the auction room.” Niall jerked his head at Mateo. “You’re with me, el burro.” Mateo begrudgingly moved to his side. “Look after her, big fella.” He tipped a salute to Jack, and AJ stepped closer to me as they headed off down another corridor.
“That’s it, you dirty man,” a woman’s powerful voice carried from the room up ahead and I crept toward it curiously, peering inside, my lips falling open at what I found. “Take it like the bitch you are.”
She stood behind a man on all fours who was chained to a bed, driving her hips forward as she fucked him right in the ass with a giant blue strap on dick. She was dressed like a queen, a crown on her head and her body gilded in a golden bikini with a cape falling over her shoulders. She looked powerful, beautiful and as the man cried out in pleasure, my lips lifted into a wide smile.
“What’s that called?” I breathed in awe.
“Pegging,” Jack supplied, drawing me away from the door even as I gazed wistfully back at the queen. “Have you got something on your mind, Rook?” he murmured in my ear. “Because you look flustered by all of this. Have you got dirty little wishes in your head that you want someone to fulfil?” He crushed me back against the nearest wall and I gasped as I looked up at him, heat seeping between my thighs as my clit throbbed.
“I want to try it all, AJ,” I said, a moan in my voice and he chuckled, leaning down low to speak directly to me.
“You’re so wet for this, aren’t you?” he growled. “Do you want me to play with your pretty pussy later? I’ll do anything you want, anything you tell me. I like being told what to do.”
My breathing hitched and I pawed at his huge arms as he caged me in. “I want you now,” I demanded, grinding against him.
“Later. We’re going to kill for you first, baby. Then you can have me any way you want me. I’ll fuck you until you’re raw and you can’t take anymore of me, is that what you want?”
A ragged breath left my lungs as I nodded.
“Tell me exactly what you want me to do,” he rasped.
“I want you to use your mouth to make me moan, AJ.”
He leaned down to tease the corner of my lips, not giving me the kiss I tried to take as his huge cock swelled against me.
“I will. I swear it. And you’ll be so wet by the time I have you after that every inch of me will slip easily inside you,” he said, then he pulled away and locked me to his side as he led me down the corridor. And I was glad he was holding onto me because my legs were like jelly, and I was sure I’d slump right down to the floor in a puddle if he let go.
“You should let Niall know what a filthy mouth you have, why do you keep your words from him?” I asked huskily and he glanced down at me with a smirk.
“Because I enjoy the game of it,” he said and I laughed lightly, nuzzling into my big man as wild thoughts ping ponged through my head about what he’d said to me.
I hoped we found Señor Castillo soon and made him bleed, because I wanted to celebrate our kill with my men and try out some of the things I’d seen in this place as soon as I could. My heart was already racing with the thought of it and a twisted smile lifted my lips as we continued our search for the auction room where we’d likely find our mark.
I’m coming for you, Castillo man. And I have a band of monsters at my heels. Come out, come out, wherever you are.
T he pounding music of the club pulsed all around us, drawing Brooklyn to start moving to the beat, raising her hands in the air and swaying her hips as she danced to it. My attention was split between watching her and assessing the room around us for threats as we continued through the club.
Before my incarceration, I hadn’t had good instincts, but the man I’d worked for had trusted me and them, insisting I only needed to focus to push through the noise in my head and take in what was all around me with a more careful eye. But he’d been wrong about my ability to focus like that. Bright lights and loud noises made my jaw grind and my muscles flex. Douchebags bumping into me as they stumbled past us while inebriated made me see red and the anger in me built and built until I was prone to snap.
Brooklyn turned to look up at me as we moved between a row of couples who were fucking on various sex swings, leather straps and strange harnesses holding them in position while they moaned and panted for one another.
I clenched my jaw, the muscles in my neck flexing as the pounding music drove into my skull with a fierce determination. But as I felt myself slipping into the pool of fury which waited within me, her hand landed on my arm.
Brooklyn ran her fingers over my flesh, slowly dragging them up and over the crook of my elbow before tugging on the fabric of the latex suit I was in.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, AJ,” she said, tiptoeing up and pressing her other hand to my chest. “Speak to me in that way you do.”
I bent down to drop my mouth to her ear, feeling her shiver as my skin brushed against hers and moving a hand to her lower back as I drew her against me more firmly.
The scent of her enveloped me, pushing out the rage that was filling me and giving me something far more intoxicating to focus on.