Page 7 of Room One Twenty Eight
Telling Hercules not to judge me, I head out. One long cab ride later, I am staring up at The Continental, the towering home of Club Sin. Gray steel and crystal glass, it shines in the twilight of the setting sun. I take a shaky breath as I gather my courage and go in, clutching the card tightly.
“Room one-twenty-eight. Here just to see what it is about,” I tell myself as I circle the opulent lobby of the sprawling building.
Checking the card that I have almost crumped in my anxious grip, I find the correct elevator. For ten minutes, I stand and stare at the elevator that will take me up to the floor room one-twenty-eight is on. Others come and go on the elevators lining the wall. I cannot bring myself to move.
Turns outthinkingof doing this versusdoingit are very different things. It was a different Luna who thought about doing it earlier. The Luna that is here, now, stuck in her spot is a different woman. One too scared to take the few steps it would take to get me on that elevator.
Turning, I tell myself there is nothing wrong with being a coward. I tried. I failed. The moment I spin, I forget all about being a coward. All about not wanting to get on that elevator. Because there is no other option now. I have to get on that elevator. Something tells me they won’t give me a choice.
“Luna,” Enzo’s voice delivers my voice deep, raw, sending bolts of heat right to my sex. Guess that tingle I’ve felt since I met them was no fluke. “Oh, babydoll, you look…delicious. You came. For us.”
Swallowing hard, I nod. Because yes, I came for them. Or want to come for them, with them, whatever they want. All three men surround me, closing in the same way they did that nightwe met. They smell so good, they look amazing in classy suits I know cost a fortune, and good lord they’re beautiful. More beautiful than my memory let me believe.
“Y-Yes. I mean…I wanted to know. To see what it was. What you do here. Was it…was it wrong to come? I-I can go,” I stammer anxiously.
Enzo steps forward fast, pinning me against the elevator doors. Tomas and Mateo move on either side, closing me in. They reach out, their hands touching me gently. Cautiously. As if they might startle me and send me running. They’re right to be cautious because I am terrified.
“No, no, you cannot go. We’ve been waiting for you, sugar,” Tomas whispers, his breath warm against my neck as he bends close.
“Waiting…for me? Why?”
Enzo smiles down at me, the light in his eyes dangerous. “We’ve been waiting for you a hell of a lot longer than you know, Luna. We hoped you would come to us once you were ready. Does this mean you’re ready?”
“I…I think so. I don’t know,” I mumble with a wavering voice.
“Do you know what happens upstairs, at Club Sin? Why we come to this place?”
“No. No, I mean…I have an idea. It’s…I mean it’s a…,” trailing off, I drop my voice to a whisper as I go on. “A sex club for the rich and ridiculous. Their own private sexual playground.”
Mateo grins at me, his knuckles dragging down the low, low neckline of my plunging dress. My breathing grows erratic as his palm flattens between my breasts, pressing just over my galloping heart. Giving me a single nod, he affirms what I knew before I came here tonight.
I am here because they want to play with me.
“They have rules, sweetheart. Boundaries. We have rules too,” Mateo whispers, his fingertips tracing the neckline of the dress, dangerously close to my stiff nipple.
“What sort of rules? What happens if I break them?”
Beside me, Enzo groans, his hands coming to grab my hips as he slips behind me. I am stunned by the hard press of his body against mine. A chime sounds before they answer and suddenly, we’re moving. I gasp once I realize as a unit they have moved us onto the elevator together. Proof that they speak without words, they can read one another with ease.
“Oh, babydoll, I hope you do break the rules. We will punish you.”
Falling back against his chest with a thud as the doors close, I moan. His hands are on my hips still, pinning me to his firm body. They’re all so big, tall, wide, thick everywhere. I imagine it would be so simple for them to pick me up, pin me down, take me wherever or however they want.
“Would it…would it hurt? Would you want to hurt me?” I rasp.
They go still around me. Their big hands touching me makes me feel safer than I ever have, here under their power. Still, I wonder what their fetish is. What sort of perversions do they have?
“If you wanted us to, we would. If you were a bad girl, you would leave us no choice.” Mateo dips his head to whisper this almost against my mouth, his dark eyes holding mine.
“What wouldyouwant? Club Sin…I mean, they…well,you, explore things you can’t do anywhere else. Tell me why you go there? What is your…kink?”
“Ah, fuck,” Enzo growls behind me, fingers digging into my skin, pushing the dress out of his way. His thumbs find the thing strap of my tiny panties and tugs, as if he wants to tear them off now. “Tell her, Mateo. Tell Luna what turns the three of us on.Why we come here to play together.”
“They turn me on,” Mateo answers as the elevator rocks to a stop. “Tomas is my lover. Enzo is as well. They…let me take the lead, tell them what to do, how to do things. Enzo craves a woman sometimes too, as do I. Tomas…well, before you, he allowed it. Now he seems to crave it too.”
“All three of you…together? You look good together. I bet it would be beautiful to watch,” I ramble, unable to filter myself. I am too turned on. They keep touching me, soft, brief touches that leave my skin burning. My pulse thrums in my veins and I think at this moment I would agree to any rule and follow any command they gave me.
“Yes. It is beautiful. Watching them…I am a lucky man, sweetheart. That is not the kink, is it,” he teases, tsking his tongue as he captures my chin in gentle fingers. What we prefer, what we want…is a good little girl. You could be a good girl for us, can’t you, sweetness?”
