Page 4 of Sins of Seduction
“Ms. Wright, it’s been awhile.” The dungeon master to the third door had given Raven a once over that had Jax’s old ideas of possession rearing its ugly head. He stepped flushed behind her before he could stop himself, glaring at the dungeon master.
Raven’s laughter fluttered around him before she took a step closer to the dungeon master. “It’s good to see you, David. How’s the baby?”
Jax shook his head, trying to collect himself. He wanted this—wanted to explore this side of him with her, and he tried to push down how he’d been taught, hoping he didn’t fall back on old habits.
“You playing tonight, Ms. Wright? The room is already in full swing.” David looked down at his clipboard before handing it over to Raven. She wrote her name down and handed the clipboard over to Jax who followed suit. He noticed all the names on the paper and his imagination went wild, wondering what he was walking into.
“If you need protection, lube, and packaged toys that are new and haven’t been used, there are four other dungeon masters inside. What are the rules?” David had directed the question at Jax.
“No means no. Just because people might be fucking inside does not mean I have the right to join. Always ask for consent. If there’s an issue or concern, find a dungeon master asap. They will be the ones wearing a neon green vest. Yellow means pause, red is a full on stop.” Jax recited what he had to learn to receive the red wristband membership. The rules for Lush had been a mile long, and each tier only added to it.
David nodded, happy with the answer. “Some are wearing masks inside, but it is optional.” He reached behind him, pulling out two red masks that were wrapped in plastic. “Do you need, or are you forgoing the mask?”
Raven turned toward Jax. “Up to you. Masks can give us a certain type of courage we otherwise wouldn’t have.”
Jax smirked down at Raven. Her golden eyes shone in the darkness like a beacon of light he wanted to cling to, not realizing the light was a cleverly laid trap. That light wasn’t meant to keep the darkness away, it was meant to lead an unsuspecting fool into a devil’s den that held pleasures he hadn’t known could exist.
He lifted his hand to hook his fingers in the hook of her collar once more, enjoying maybe a little too much at how easily it allowed him to pull her closer to him.
She leveled a look at him, a smirk teasing her lips. “You know once we get behind those doors, this is coming off.”
Jax chuckled. “That is the plan, Raven. If I remember correctly, I preferred you naked.” He tentatively placed a hand on her hip as he leaned in close enough that his voice wouldn’t carry to the dungeon master. “No masks, I think we’ve spent too much time in our relationship hiding behind something or another. I don’t want anything obstructing my view for tonight.”
He pulled away from her, keeping his hand on her low back, and gently nudged her toward the only door on the first floor that was painted red. As soon as the door opened, Jax was immediately assaulted by the sounds of sex and his body hardened. His heartbeat was a steady drum in his chest, and he felt his hands shake—anticipation was a hell of a drug to the system.
The lights were dim, but it was bright enough that there could be no mistake who was interacting with who. There was a stage in the middle of the room with a woman tied down by ropes. She was naked, except for the thick pink collar around her throat. There was a woman in between her legs, lazily tasting what was being offered, while a man in leather pants had his cock in the bound woman’s mouth.
Jax scanned the rest of the room, noticing that this was the one room that gave people on the main floor visual access to what went on behind the red door. Even now, Jax could see guests lingering, hungry gazes in their eyes as they watched the people in the room fuck.
Raven ushered him to two empty seats that let them have a view of the entire room. Their backs were up against the windowpane, and Jax could feel the curious glances behind him. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him nervous, but when he felt Raven’s hand grip his thigh, he refocused and settled into his seat, trying to see the room through her eyes.
Jax noticed the threesome from earlier on the other side of the room, including the man in the red mask. Their bodies were so well intertwined, like a beautiful sculpture. He couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. They had drawn a crowd here like they had earlier on the main floor. Even the people in this room were content to watch them all fly apart at each other’s hands over and over again.
“You like them?” Raven’s tone was curious as she watched them alongside him. He went to shake his head. His old retort of ‘no I’m not into guys’ almost spilled from his lips, like a record with the needle stuck. He wasn’t into guys, but he was into what was happening. He couldn’t deny the way his blood pumped through his body, how enticing the scene looked to him. He was curious, and going by the way his dick pressed up against his jeans, he wasn’t sure he would be able to deny joining them if given the chance.
“I’m intrigued.” Jax voiced the truth. There was no sense in denying or playing coy. He’d come to Lush for a purpose, and the challenge he’d thrown down at Raven’s feet hadn’t been all talk. He wanted to explore with her. If tonight was just about finding out what interested Jax, so be it, but he wouldn’t back down from the experiences either.
He felt Raven’s eyes on him, and he tore his gaze away from the group to look at her. Her hand still held firmly onto his thigh, and she was no longer wearing the collar around her neck. She looked regal—her hair a golden crown, a queen on top of her throne, and they were in her kingdom.
“Do you want to play tonight or just watch?” Raven questioned. “If we play, it won’t be anything crazy, just something small to test the waters.”
Jax was quiet for a moment. He kind of wished she didn’t give him the opportunity to say no. He didn’t want to have an excuse to chicken out of anything, but he knew she was checking in with him. As much as she had wanted this with him in their past, she had no problem taking this as slow as he needed to go. They didn’t have to play tonight. They could sit in this room until time was up, and then he’d be on his merry way—Raven and Lush a fleeting memory he’d probably forget down the line.
That wasn’t what he wanted.
Jax grabbed her hand on his thigh and flipped it over. He kept his gaze level with hers as he stroked the middle of her palm with his fingertips. He watched, satisfied as her breath hitched and a slow smile spread across her face.
He still knew how to touch her.
He leaned in closer, his lips near her ear. “Do your worst, Ms. Wright. If I remember correctly, you used to tell me how much you wanted to see another’s lips wrapped around my cock.” He waved his hand in front of him. “Take your pick, but…,” he brought his thumb up to her lips and slowly pushed his way inside her mouth, feeling the swirl of her tongue against his skin as surely as if she licked his dick, “I don’t think anyone can make me cum the way you do with your mouth.”
Raven nipped at his thumb, surprise lingered in her gaze. She thought for sure Jax would have taken the out she offered, but he doubled down, almost begging her to test his resolve, and she would. She wouldn’t outright throw him into the deep end, but she would play with him—edge him to the point of his limits and see which way he’d jump. He talked a good game, had come here over the last year, probably trying to learn all he could, but would it be enough?
And if it was, what did that mean for them?
Raven shook the thought from her mind, not wanting to think about what seeing Jax in Lush would mean for them. She tried to shore up her walls around her heart, which still felt emotionally invested in the man who knew how to gently touch her when she needed it. She looked down at the lazy way he stroked each fingertip down to her palm. She felt his touch everywhere on her body and thought how easy it would be to slip into his lap and let him touch her everywhere she craved.
“I’m touching you, but the way my cock is pressed against my zipper, it feels like your hands are on me instead.” Jax’s deep voice wrapped around her, making her nipples hard and her core ache.
