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“SORRY, PET. BUT YOUpart ways with your shoes here.”

Any other time, she would have protested leaving her prized Valentino sling-back pointy-toe pumps anywhere. She’d found them gently used at a consignment shop for a fourth of their original thousand-dollar price tag, but $250 on a legal secretary’s budget was a lot. But she held onto Joseph’s arm to take them off and handed them over, too busy trying to take in everything about the ginormous dungeon behind him.

Affectionately referred to as the playroom by the members, it was huge, lavish, and when she got a good look at the first few stations, completely depraved. It made the other BDSM clubs she’d been to, which were all public access, dim in comparison. As she walked the circuit with her dom—what the members called the walkway that wound between the roped-off stations filling the vast playroom—Livia didn’t know where to look first. Did she watch the exhibitionists under the spotlights on the elevated stages, clearly reveling in their love of being watched? Or the inverted male sub hanging by a cable from the ceiling? He was strapped to a spreader bar by the ankles, revolving slowly as his mistress methodically flogged his naked body everywhere.

There was a scene at a bondage table where the dom was making his bound submissive scream in ecstasy as he dripped hot wax on her breasts and between her splayed legs. In another station, they had dimmed the overhead spotlight to better see the purplish wand that buzzed and crackled as a dom moved it over his subs bound and trembling body.

When Joseph paused to watch a trio at a chain station, he positioned her in front of him so she, too, could see. With his arms wrapped around her, and their bodies pressed together, she couldn’t miss the hard length of him nudging her lower back. She knew he liked restraints, and impact play, and control, but wondered about his other kinks. Did he like group play, like the ménage taking place in front of them?

The sub was beautiful, with alabaster skin and full curves. She was bare except for a black waist cincher that laced up the back. Her wrist cuffs were hooked to a chain, stretching her hands high above her head and forcing her up on her toes. With her eyes closed, lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly, her moans rose over the din of the room likely because of the man with his face buried between her spread thighs. Interspersed with her moans was an uninhibited throaty cry every time the third, another man, lashed her back, ass, and thighs.

“What is he using, master?”

“That is an Alley Cat, a variation of a cat ‘o nine tails. The braided and knotted ends up the intensity from a standard flogger. It’s light and fast and packs quite a bite. Monroe is skilled with it. Notice her skin. It’s pink, but without a single welt.”

“She seems to enjoy it.”

An understatement, Livia thought, as another joyful cry rose from the submissive. As she looked on in fascination, the dom dropped his lash and tore open his leathers. After spitting on his fingers and wetting the head of his cock, he thrust into her from behind. As if planned, the other dom rose and with her legs draped over his forearms, he entered her from the front. Simultaneously, the two men pumped away while a sustained wail rose from the submissive wedged between them.

It didn’t end there, however. The man in the rear, literally, fisted her hair and twisted her head for his kiss while the man in front plumped up a breast and latched onto her nipple. It was raw, visceral, and more erotic than anything Livia had ever witnessed. The public clubs she’d visited didn’t allow full nudity or sex. Club Decadence, being private was on a whole other level.

Livia took a step back but didn’t get far with her dom directly behind her.

Kudos to the woman. Even though the scene was provocative and beyond exciting, it was more than she could ever imagine taking on herself, nor would she want to. Joseph alone stretched her limits. She couldn’t see herself handling two men at a time.

Joseph’s hand cupped her chin and angled her face up to his. The spotlights over the stations cast the circuit in shadow. Even in the dimness, his green eyes flashed when he stated, “The scene is intense, sensual, carnal, hot, and a bunch of other adjectives, pet, but I don’t share—ever.”

She twisted in his arms and buried her face in his chest. “You don’t know how relieved that makes me, sir. I couldn’t...”

“Just another way we suit.” As the trio’s cries of release filled the air, Joseph led her away. “Let’s move on. There’s more to see.”

Next stop was a spanking bench with one dom and one sub. She was facedown and restrained at her wrists and knees while he took her vigorously from behind.

“BDSM 101, essentially,” she uttered, relieved to find something more her speed.

The dom paused briefly and picked up a mini-flogger from on a nearby table. In profile, she recognized Master Dex. Her eyes dropped instantly to the sub...Elena.

She sighed in relief, which made him chuckle. “You prefer monogamy and fidelity, it seems. It also says something that you see a spanking bench and a mini-flogger as run of the mill.”

“Decadence is much more intense than anywhere I’ve ever been. It’s refreshing to see something old school.”

“Be glad we didn’t find them in Dex’s corner.” He nodded to a large cordoned-off area up ahead. “He’s a whip master, the single tail being his tool of choice.”

Looking from the wooden whipping post in the shadowed corner to the petite singer restrained over the bench, Livia shook her head in amazement. “But she’s so small, and he’s...huge and strong. How does she handle that?”

“Different strokes, as they say.” Sounding amused by his pun, he once again moved them deeper inside the cavernous playroom. “I reserved us a room upstairs.”

Her attention turned to the stairs ahead of them leading to the open second floor.

Reading her unconcealed curiosity, he explained, “The second floor houses a dozen private rooms, each with a different theme. Some are so popular they have to be reserved weeks in advance. I was hoping for the Sultan’s Chamber, but it is the most sought-after room, so we’ll have to make do with what was available. Sean and Dex told me they’re expanding because what they have is simply not enough to keep up with the demand. A dozen more will be open in the next six months. We’ll be able to play sultan and concubine, one night, headmaster and unruly student the next, or perhaps, doctor.”

“Doctor!” she repeated, eyes wide, her mind reeling with kinky possibilities.

“You’re intrigued,” he deduced correctly. “I’ll have to sign us up for the exam room next.”

They had arrived at the bottom of the stairs where a dungeon monitor was limiting access. Joseph took her hand before proceeding. “I thought you’d prefer a private room to the main floor on your first trip.”

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