Page 8 of Pick Your Poison

Four

Lilith

My heart is racing when we step on the dance floor. He doesn’t keep us off to the side, not even close. With my hand in his, he guides me to the dead center of the very crowded area, placing us right under the shimmering, red and orange lights.

A thumping, sexy beat engulfs us as I slowly spin until we are face to face. I can feel every single burning inch of his hands gliding around my body to pull me in close. He’s so much taller than me, even in my heels, that I am able to tuck in perfectly under his chin.

We begin to move, swaying at first to the beat before our hips begin to grind and rock in sync. It doesn’t take long until the magnetic attraction that I’ve tried to ignore this entire time starts to pull me close, begging me to tilt my head back. If I do that, my lips will be exposed to him and will plead to be kissed.

I raise my hands above my head and spin around to face away, pressing my back against his chest. His arms encircle my body as the dance becomes less and less like dancing and more and more like we are fucking right there on the floor for all to see.

I can hear his rough breaths in my ear, blending beautifully with the music like an erotic mixtape. My entire being is on fire in a way I’ve never experienced before, but then I feel his lips on the crook of my neck followed quickly by a slight prick of his teeth. I moan from the contact.

One of his hands glides up my stomach, over my chest and rests on my throat, cupping ever so slightly, but enough to get my attention.

“I want you to come to another part of the party with me. Say you will.”

At this point, I’d do anything for this man. The word no isn’t even in my brain.

“Yes.”

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With a steady, firm hand to the small of my back, Carter leads me through the large ballroom, weaving us around the intoxicated dancers and lively party, back toward a huge, floor to ceiling door with multiple guards and a rope blocking it off.

“You’re nervous,” he says plainly, without me even saying a word.

“A little, yes,” I admit, looking over my shoulder and taking one last look at the party. “How did you know that?”

He leans down and whispers against my ear, “I’m very intuitive, Lilith. There’s very little that I do not know or pick up on after a few moments in someone’s presence.”

A chill runs up my spine at his words. They sound scary.

They sound sexy.

We don’t have to stop to speak to the security guards. They simply remove the rope from our path and open the large door, beckoning us into the darkness beyond.

I hesitate, just for a moment, and he must feel it in the tug of my hand because Carter stops and turns to face me.

“Do you want to join me? I want clear, enthusiastic consent.”

I swallow hard, expecting a bout of fear to spread throughout my body, but it doesn’t. With him, I feel like I’m where I’m meant to be.

I nod my head and follow him through the doors and into the silence of whatever lies ahead.

His hand is cold on the small of my back when we step through the vault-like door and into a room that smells like leather and oak with twists of citrus in the air.

“There are a few rules you should know,” he says quietly against my ear.

It takes a moment for me to even process what I’m seeing before my eyes.

Leather sofas contain many naked bodies straddling one another, writhing, and moaning. The ceiling, in its entirety, is a metal, grid-like cage with hooks, like things should be hanging from it. Along the wall, there are large wooden Xs with shackles on each “leg”, one of which has a woman attached that is being whipped with a long, leather flogger.

It’s hot.

“Lilith.” His voice snaps me back into the moment.

“Yes, sorry, rules. I’m listening.”

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