He looks over his shoulder. “Last I saw, she and Anabelle were gabbing about something in the corner.” Kol turns back to look at me. “So how are you managing to put up with this one?” He motions to Obsidian with the hand holding his drink.
I lean into Obsidian and place my hand on his chest. “Aw, he’s more bark than bite.”
Kol chuckles. “With you maybe.”
Another man approaches the group, and I figure it’s Nero since he also has a gold mask on, this one a raven, and Cinder is by his side.
“I finally get to meet the woman who stole your heart,” he says to Obsidian and clasps him on the shoulder before looking at me. “You’re a miracle worker.”
I feel my face heat beneath my mask. “I don’t know about that.”
“Trust me,” he says. “I’m Nero, good to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, Nero.”
“Leave them alone,” Cinder says to him good-naturedly and rolls her eyes.
I make my way over to her, and the two of us chat for a bit. She tells me about the dance studio she runs in Magnolia Bend, just down the street from Black Magic Bar, and invites me to take one of her pole dancing lessons that she teaches one night a week.
“I’m not really that coordinated,” I say with a laugh, thinking of my dance with Brandon in Washington, DC, where I stepped all over his toes for the first minute. I push that vile man from my thoughts.
“You don’t need to be. It’s hard work, but it just takes practice and building up your strength, I swear.”
“Okay, I’ll think about it.”
Her words make me think about how I won’t be here forever. How all of this will come to an end soon. I want to weep because I’ve never felt what I do here, but now isn’t the time to dwell on it, especially since I got myself in this position.
Eventually, Obsidian slides his hand around my waist from behind, inching his hand lower, but just shy of where I really want him. He bends his head to say in my ear, “Do you want to leave this room?”
Cinder sees what’s happening and politely excuses herself, unbothered by the interruption. I guess she’s used to it.
I turn around to face him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “What did you have in mind?”
He places a chaste kiss on my lips. “I thought we could go into one of the other rooms and watch another couple play. See what happens.”
I pull back a bit to meet his gaze. “You don’t want us to…”
“Join them?” He glares at me. “Hell no. You’re all mine. I have no intentions of sharing you. That’s Nero’s thing.”
My mouth falls open. “He and Cinder… do that?”
Obsidian throws his head back and laughs. He looks glorious doing it. I know I’m not the only one who thinks so when a bunch of people turn around and take notice.
“Don’t look so scandalized. You’re standing in a sex club.”
“I suppose.” A grin forms on my face. “All right then. Lead the way.”
He leads me by the hand down the hall to the row of doors. Some are open and some are closed, but he seems to know exactly which one to go to. Right before we go in, he turns and says to me over the music, “Daria and Kevin always like to put on a show.”
We walk inside, and it’s almost like a home theater. Stairs on either side of the room lead down to a stage where there’s a large bed and some BDSM equipment. Each level is rather large, and some have couches, some chaise lounges, and some chairs.
Obsidian goes down three levels and has us sit side by side on one of the chaise lounges. There’s a smattering of other people, but none of them are on the same level we are.
A naked couple walks out onto the stage. The woman wears a black mask, as does the man. Her brown hair flows down to her modest breasts, while he’s lean and fit and blond.
At first, it’s weird watching them when they come together for a kiss and he palms her breast, tweaking her nipple, but the uncomfortableness only lasts for a minute or two. By the time he has her on her knees in front of him with his fist in her hair, his dick sliding in and out of her mouth, my initial discomfort is forgotten.
I shift in my seat as my desire increases, and my clit swells. A quick glance at Obsidian’s lap shows he’s also turned on.