Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
“Look, look, look! They showed up!”
There were two men coming through the doors, clad in leopard-printed suits with insanely gaudy masks. They wore broad smiles as they hugged those around them and, when they turned around, I saw they had on assless pants, along with something shoved up their butts that gave them something resembling a tail.
“The man with the blue tail is Chef Baudenir,” Eli said.
“Oh, I heard he makes the best sushi in town,” Crystal said.
“And the one with the green tail is Maxwell Ronchetto.”
“Wait, I know that name,” I said. “Why do I know that name?”
“Because Maxwell Ronchetto founded the culinary school you two went to.”
I almost fainted right there on the spot.
We cased the wall one last time before we got all the way to the back again. People were slowly trickling back toward the rooms and I could hear lewd and lascivious sounds coming from them. Some were obvious sounds of pleasure; others were muffled sounds that sounded almost like someone was in distress. I wasn’t sure how I felt about any of it. As we passed by a group of women, I could hear them whispering.
“You think he’ll come out?”
“Is he even here?”
“The dark prince is always here.”
“I wish he would pick me.”
“Who are they talking about?” I asked. “Who’s the ‘dark prince’?”
“Oh, that’s the owner of the club. Some super-secret billionaire businessman with ties to the mob or something,” Eli said.
“Wait, what?” I asked. “We’re at a party thrown by the mob?”
“No one really knows,” Eli said, shrugging. “It’s all rumors anyway. He’s known for coming out of that little hidey hole they’re staring at when he sees something he likes.”
“How can he see it if he’s not out here, well, seeing it?” I asked.
“That’s the real question, isn’t it?” Crystal asked, grinning. “I bet he’s got cameras around here that he watches.”
“He’s a true dom,” Eli said. “That’s all anyone really knows. Everything else about him is just speculation. Except for him using a woman just for one night. That’s true, too.”
“So, he comes out when he sees someone on camera he likes,” I said. “And he uses them for what? Pleasure? Then he just leaves?”
“Pretty much,” Eli said. “I would actually let him give me a nice little ride. You know, just for the experience.”
“You little switch, you,” Crystal said.
“What?” I asked.
“A switch,” Crystal said. “It’s someone who prefers one role but can easily slip into the other if necessary.”
“This all sounds like something out of a sci-fi movie to me,” I said.
“Yet, we’ve been here thirty minutes, and you haven’t cried ‘uncle’ yet,” Crystal said.
She was right. I hadn’t suggested we go back yet. I was uncomfortable and I was in a world I didn’t recognize, but I didn’t feel threatened. I didn’t feel like I was in any danger. And none of these people knew who I was anyway, except Eli and Crystal.
“Wanna dance?”
I whipped my head around at the voice and saw a man dressed in tight leather pants and a black mask. No shirt. No shoes. No tie or anything. Just a six pack, some pants, and a mask hiding his face. Crystal practically shoved me into him and he caught me, chuckling in a way that made me feel disturbingly tantalized. Still, I took his hand and he led me to the dance floor as the music started rattling my bones.
As I danced with the man, the cages around the dance floor were slowly filling up with practically-naked men and women. The one I’d seen earlier who sat on the dildo was gone but, in her place, was a man swaying his hips and swinging the cage itself on its chain. The bass of the music was caressing my nerves, raising my nipples to painful peaks as the man’s hands traveled over my body. I could feel the music penetrating me, hypnotizing me in ways I’d never experienced before as I pressed the swell of my ass into the man’s crotch.
But as my eyes lifted from the floor to the balcony surrounding the building, I saw a man venture out of that little hideout the women were gossiping over.
The man that emerged was tall and muscular. Even in the shadows, I could see his strength. His jawline was etched with a granite-like steadiness; like it had been forged in the fires of a kiln. He was dressed in a perfectly-tailored white suit that boasted a black collar, and his face was covered by a half-mask of molded black.
I could feel his gaze on me while his eyes swam along my body.
I followed him with my eyes as he headed for the stairs. His tall frame seemed to float, his muscles flexing with every movement as he practically snaked across the floor and the crowd slowly stopped dancing. Jaws dropped and eyes turned toward him. The man dancing with me dropped his hands from my waist as the mysterious man locked eyes with me once again.