Page 9 of Pick Your Poison

“Come with me. Let’s walk while we talk.”

“What is this place?” I continue to look around at the activity happening all around me. My mind is on high alert, the same as my body, but in very different ways. My mind is telling me to run, to get out of here and never look back. My body, my traitorous body, is begging me to stay and explore every sordid inch of this place.

“This is a place where we are ourselves.” He leads me around, letting me take in every scene playing out all around us. “It’s a place where your desires are explored without judgement, and hedonism is king.” He recites the words from the back of the keycard like he’s said them a thousand times.

“I’ve never been somewhere like this before. It’s—” I pause when I feel his hand graze my hip again and I inhale sharply, “Overwhelming.”

He comes around my body to stand in front of me. His gaze is dark, nothing like the red eyes I swore he had last night on the street, but just as intimidating.

“Say the word, and you can leave. No one will keep you here and you’ll be escorted out to the street and your car.”

I regard him closely, pondering his words. I know that at any moment, I could leave. I believe him. I’m overwhelmed, but ultimately, I don’t feel like I’m in danger. Not with him around.

“Did you know you’d bring me in here when you invited me?”

“I had hoped, but I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t think you’d be open to it.” He squeezes my hand gently. “Take a breath, let’s take a walk and I’ll explain.”

For the next, I’m not even sure how long, Carter walks me around the area and into the different rooms, explaining each to me in detail. There’s a room where you can simply watch without participating, there’s another where you can lay over a bench to be toyed with in a variety of ways. The way we see, however, is a young, blonde woman, bent over the wooden bench with a sparkling jewel in her ass and a man in suit pants with no shirt, spanking her with a belt. It’s a heady sight that makes my heart beat a little faster and my thighs squeeze together.

I’ve never seen so many attractive people in one room like this before. These men, and even the women, look like they were carved from marble and dreamt up in the minds of the world’s best artists.

“If you’ve noticed,” he continues on, as we make our way over to the next area where a large, leather, U-shaped sofa lines the walls, “everyone is wearing a small pendant around their neck.”There’s a small crowd gathered at the center, clearly watching something happening in front of them, though we can’t see from where we are.

“What does it mean?”

“The crest itself is my family crest. The Bellevue’s have sported this for centuries. The color, gold, silver, or bronze, will tell you the level of participation of the wearer.”

I look around again and take note of those around us wearing them. “Okay…”

“No pendant, means you’re here to simply watch. A bronze pendant means you’re open to over the clothes touching.” He slides his fingers down my arm. “A silver pendant means you’d like to play publicly without sex…”

“And gold?” I ask, staring at his pendant.

“Gold means you’re open to whatever the night brings you. The pendants allow you to pick your poison.”

“Which pendant are you wearing?”

He reaches into his pristine shirt and pulls out the gold pendant that hangs perfectly against his chest. “Gold is my favorite color.”

I lick my very dry lips and look around again. I’m quaking like a leaf, but not from fear or nervousness. I’m shaking from pure, excited, horny adrenaline.

“Take me around to see more?” I ask, and boy, does he ever.

We end up in another room where at least five people are engaged in various sex acts together, at the same time, on a large bed made out of lush cushions on the floor and I can simply stare in absolute awe.

“This excites you.” Carter’s voice at my ear tickles up my side in the best way, causing me to physically react, making me tilt my head toward him. His words cause a similar effect between my legs because he’s right. It does excite me.

“It does,” I confirm, swallowing the nervous knot that is beginning to form in my throat.

“Have you ever experienced anything like this before?” he asks me, while sliding his hand up and down my spine so gently I could even be imagining it.

“Have I ever been to a sex club? No.”

He chuckles softly and the sound is sex in and of itself.

“I mean, have you ever been with more than one person at once? Or have you ever had an audience?”

I shake my head. “No, I haven’t… neither of those things.”

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