Page 91 of Connor's Claim

I wanted to sag against the wall. I also wanted to smack Connor for doing this, but at the same time, I fought the urge to hug him for forcing me to be brave.

I did neither. When the light lit for the third floor, I walked out into the brothel with my head held high.

The typical low thud of sexy music that played in the corridor had been replaced by sounds of a live stream video. While Connor led me down the hall, Arran’s voice came over the system.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the game.”

Cheers erupted around us, coming from behind closed doors and the dimly lit open space ahead. From memory, I knew it was a playroom of sorts, where live sex shows went hand in hand with interactive play between the sex workers and their customers. That was my impression from my single previous visit, when I’d peeked inside with curiosity but no confidence before I’d run away.

Screens had been placed around the edges of the room, and on the picture, Arran and Genevieve stood together, her in a stunning and tiny black dress, and him bare-chested, like Connor, with a low-slung pair of jeans open at the button.

They were beautiful together. Her golden hair and slight figure, and his much bigger, powerful form. I could only imagine how wild the crowd had been at their contest.

Arran continued talking about the provenance and rules of his game, and I took a second to scan the room we moved through. Bare flesh was everywhere, including people fucking on sofas and against walls. Women stripped in gold cages suspended from the ceiling. The scent of sex in the air won the battle over the pretty perfume that usually infused the place.

It wasn’t just sex workers with male customers here. There were female clients as well. Normal-looking women who appeared to have come with a partner, and who had cheeks I imagined matched mine for the brightness of their blush.

We kept on going, deeper into the darkness.

In the centre of the space, a mostly naked dancer constrained a second much curvier woman to a padded table by her ankles and wrists, spreading her arms and legs wide. I exhaled at the exposure but couldn’t tear my attention away. The helper tied a blindfold around her eyes and whispered something that had the constrained woman bucking against her ties.

All it did was show her she had nowhere to go.

A man approached the head of the table, fully clothed, but with his dick in his hand. At another whisper from her co-worker, the constrained woman tipped her head back with her red lips open and ready to receive him. Meanwhile, another man climbed up to kneel between her legs, his gaze locked on her completely bare pussy. A third guy stripped his jeans beside the table and set a heel to the table’s surface. He shoved the second guy out of his way so he could take his hard dick to her entrance.

The dislodged man grappled him. They fought over her. Over who got to fuck the tied-down woman.

The last man held out and thrust into her, right as the blow job dude came on her face.

I shivered, unable to imagine what it would be like to be so exposed and to have so little control over who touched me. It made walking through here a piece of cake.

“Don’t even think about it.” Connor ran a possessive arm around my shoulders, keeping me close.

“No?” As if I’d been picturing being in her place.

“Never. I want every arsehole here to see what I’ve got, and at the same time, I’m making plans to stab all their eyes out.”

I could have laughed, but I was too pent-up. Too turned on.

“Where are we going?”

I wanted him, badly, but I didn’t want to share what we had publicly.

“I’m taking ye behind closed doors,” he said.

Relief mixed with my other much stronger emotions, and I let Connor guide me to a quieter corridor where he unlocked the door. As he did, my gaze slid down his powerful back muscles until I landed on two bulges in his jeans back pockets. One was his phone, and the second was his little leather case. The one that contained his sedative kit.

My breath caught. I wanted that precious release, but no, not tonight.

I had other plans for him that I needed to be wide awake for.

We entered the room, and Connor locked the door behind us while I took in the display ahead. Aside from a big bed, there were two other components. The first was a screen displaying the view of the basement. Arran and Genevieve had gone, and instead at the camera displayed a group of nervous-looking women spilling out of a locker room. Most were barefoot. All were skimpily dressed and entirely beautiful.

The game was about to begin.

The second part of our room was a display of sex toys. Vibrators and dildos, plus a whole lineup of other things I didn’t recognise on a broad counter.

Fresh heat zinged through my body. Connor kissed my throat and ran his hands around me to cup my breasts. He squeezed my nipples, and I gasped.

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