Page 2 of Luxe

Thank you. I’ll let you know when I’m back on the floor.

“Got some time to hang?” he asked.

Nodding, my smile never fading, I snickered. “You mean, do I have some time to be taught some things?”

“Exactly,” he winked.

“And Mr. Knight’s okay with this again?”

“I think he’s used to it by now.” He looped a strand of my copper hair behind my ear then took my hand in his, leading me further down the hallway into the darkest room – The Dungeon. Tonight, there were around twenty people in it. It was a heavily guarded room at the end of the hallway, the lights glowing red from underneath the door.

Tyler had made some necessary changes to the club since it first launched. Members needed a special wristband to enter the forbidden room, and once in,anything goes. A bed on a platform was the centerpiece in the large area. At any given time, it’d have one person, two, or ten. It didn’t matter.

Saint Andrew's crosses, four spanking benches, couches, chairs, and various toys on tables were scattered throughout with a bowl of condoms next to the entrance. And though everyone who entered the red room signed several extra forms on top of their membership paperwork, everyone was required to wear protection.

If they were caught without it, their membership was immediately revoked, and they were thrown out of the club by any of the bouncers. Thankfully, only a group of five had been kicked out since we opened.

Nico laced his fingers together with mine, leading me over to a black leather chair against the wall with a view of the twenty or so people mingling throughout the room. He sat down then pulled me into his lap, my back against him. I wet my bottom lip as I took in the sights before me.

People were making out or fucking in every corner of the room. Some were being spanked, some were being whipped, and an orgy of four was happening on the bed on the center platform.

“Can you control yourself tonight?” he growled into my ear, a hint of Greek prevalent in his heavy Boston accent.

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NICO

While Ice Man always stayed by Ian’s side as his personal bodyguard, I was only called in when things got rough. And since Jenna entered his life a few years back, business had picked up quite a bit. But I didn’t mind the excitement; my life was never boring.

Ever since Luxe opened, I spent more time on that side of the club. One reason was to ensure the safety of the employees, but the other reason? Roxy Valentine. After her near-fatal accident, I visited her often and kept her company during her recovery. Our friendship had formed quickly, so it was no surprise that I was thrilled when she returned to the club. What caught me off guard was the change in her; the oncesomewhatinnocent Roxy I knew now had a deep fascination with exploring the darker side of things. And ever since her return, we’d grown even closer.

Knowing this was my preferred way of living, and that I had experience in Dom-sub relationships, she asked for my guidance and help to navigate through the new world. Despite the age difference between us, I couldn’t deny my attraction to her. Yetpart of me was hesitant to introduce her to the intense world of BDSM. However, I ultimately decided that it was better for me to show her the ropes, rather than risk someone else taking advantage of her innocence.

We started slowly, with me guiding her through each room and asking how she felt about the various scenes playing out in front of us. She appeared bored with the lower levels of play and always acted uninterested. But a few months after the Luxe opening, she surprised me by asking to join me in the BDSM member’s dungeon, where the sky was the limit. It didn’t take long for her to realize that watching others turned her on, but being watched pushed her over the edge.

Many times, she would sit in my lap as we observed the room, never looking away for a second. I’d ask her what she liked about a particular moment, taking mental notes of things she may want to try in the future if we ever got to that point. Despite our closeness as friends, I’d always see her as fragile. Maybe it was her porcelain skin covered in glitter. She reminded me of the delicate dolls my mother used to keep on top shelves to protect them from my younger sisters, who might accidentally break them. Most importantly, I didn’t want to hurt her in any way.

Lately, she’d been squirming more in my lap while we watched the members. I’d warned her to stop because it only fueled my desire and made me feel crazed at the thought of taking her into a private room and having my way with her. A few times, she came close to touching herself but held back due to her self-consciousness. Once, she told me she was going to cum but stopped herself, scared Ian would get upset at her if he knew.

Now, she was sitting on my lap, watching everyone around us playing. The innocent eighteen-year-old I met years ago was now gone, replaced by a woman who was ready to jump off the edge of her desires, with or without me.

As she leaned against me, her back pressing into my chest, I was unable to resist placing one hand on her exposed stomach. Her hair covered her shoulder, so I pushed it away, leaning in to whisper in her ear. “Can you control yourself tonight?”

“Every night is getting harder,” she admitted, laying her head back on my shoulder. Her chest rose and fell rhythmically, drawing attention to her barely covered cleavage.

“Yeah?” I breathed into her ear, gently stroking circles on her stomach with my fingertips.

“Yeah,” she replied, turning her head to meet my gaze.

“Every night we do this, it gets harder for me, too,” I confessed.

“I can tell,” she chuckled, reaching her hands behind my head and running her fingers through my hair. She turned her face toward mine and asked, “When will you take me to a private room?”

“I thought you liked being out here,” I teased, nodding at the others in front of us.

“I do,” she looked back at them, “but I want you to teach me... things.”

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