Page 21 of The Breaking Point

That night, I honestly didn’t know what to expect when I entered the foyer of the Scarlet Rope. I didn’t expect it to look classy, I had to admit.

Maybe I’d expected a dingy, underground club with carpets older than I was and a sticky film on the walls and furniture. But this place? It was like some ultra-fancy hotel, except everybody wore next to nothing, and sex was on the table with just about anyone you asked.

Not that different from hotels I’ve been to,I thought with a grin. Mac had explained that I could wear a mask to conceal my identity, but I had nothing to hide.

Besides, I was just here to see what this place was all about. I didn’t even know whether I wanted to partake yet.

Lush, scarlet carpets covered the foyer. A huge chandelier hung overhead, and sultry jazz made the entire atmosphere seem moody and intense.

Before I could begin to explore, though, a woman named Serena took me back to her office to sign my life away. When I joked about what would happen if I broke the rules, Serena told me in a serious voice that I’d forfeit my firstborn.

When I laughed but she didn’t, I wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t serious.

I went to the bar, where multiple groups were drinking and talking. I’d noticed a few couples making out on settees, but no actual orgies right in the foyer.

A woman with bright-red hair flashed me a smile at the bar. “I’ve never seen you here before,” she purred.

She wasn’t my type—too much like a saloon girl, with her huge breasts and even bigger hair—but she looked like she’d be fun.

“It’s my first time. Popping my cherry tonight,” I said with a wink.

She laughed. “Well, if you need any help, let me know.”

I nodded and began to explore. Mac had explained the basic layout of the club, but when I came upon the first room, I had to admit I was a little stunned.

It was like a large, lush hotel room, except people could watch what was going on inside. This scene included three people—two women and a man—and the women were pleasuring the lucky guy. One woman had her hands tied around her back as she sucked the man’s cock. The other woman was kissing and licking the guy’s neck and chest.

I was riveted. I watched as the woman standing helped the kneeling woman up. Then the woman whose hands were free was kneeling and eating the bound woman’s pussy. The man stood and watched.

I shuddered. I took a swig of my beer and kept walking.

The next room was a BDSM room: a woman was whipping a man, and his moans filled the air. His ass was already bright red. I wondered how long the woman had been whipping him.

Other rooms had group orgies, men only, women only, whips and chains and gags and ropes and sex toys of all kinds. I’d never seen such a vast array of depravity.

No wonder Mac had loved this place. Even if you didn’t want to join the fun, watching it was fascinating.

My body was buzzed, my cock half-hard, as I noticed a blond woman. She wore a black mask, and when she smiled seductively at me, I couldn’t help but notice her resemblance to Grace.

What would Grace do if I bound and gagged her?I shuddered at the thought, both aroused and disgusted with myself.

“You look lost,” the blonde said to me, her tone caressing.

“Just exploring the place.”

“Is this your first time?”

I was tempted to lie, but I had a feeling this woman already knew the answer. “Something like that.”

“I’m Shayla.” She reached out a hand. “You?”

“Michael,” I lied, giving the woman my middle name.

“Michael. What do you like? Are you a sub or a Dom?”

I hadn’t ever thought about it, but I knew instantly I wasn’t a sub. “Dom. Definitely a Dom.”

“Oh, excellent.” She pressed a hand to my chest. “I’ll do whatever you want me to do. Does that excite you?”

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