Page 15 of Shadowing Charlotte
I couldn't deny the strange thrill that coursed me from watching the display. It made me think of Charlotte, made me wonder she would ever do something like this.
"Be good, kitten!" the guy called out, grinning. Mina was shaking, trying desperately not to squirm in her seat. I glanced around. Zane already had someone bent over the table, rutting into her like a fucking animal in heat while people watched, cheering them on.Fucking hell. What did I get myself into?
I pulled out my phone. As intriguing as Tarot was, there was something more important occupying my mind.
What are you doing?
I sent the message and then waited, sliding my phone back into my pocket. One of the rules I'd legally agreed to was that there was no recording or pictures down in the main room of the dungeon. It wouldn't do me any good to be caught with my phone in my hand all night.
I turned my attention back to Mina.
"How did you get into all of this?" I asked curiously.
"I met Er—Daddy—at my work. He brought me here on our second date," she answered anxiously.
"And you enjoy… this?" I asked. She nodded, slouching slightly.
"Up, kitten!" The bark that came from her 'Daddy' was loud and commanding and she straightened up instantly, letting out a shaky breath. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out, reading the notification.
Taking a bath.
Fuck, that's not the mental picture I needed when I was in a place like this. I answered before I could stop myself.
Let me see princess.
The response bubble appeared briefly, as though she was typing back, and then disappeared. No response. Damn it. My eye started to wonder around the room, taking in the scenes of varying debauchery. A man was now inside the pillory, getting his ass smacked with a paddle by another guy who was clad in leather. Mina had begun to whimper, practically drooling down her chin as the pair in her Dom's lap had begun to grind against each other.
The bathroom window is open.
Where are you?
Fuck. I couldn't very well tell Charlotte I was watching people fuck. I should have been watching her.
Busy tonight, babe.
Sorry.
I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, my fingers burning like acid as I typed the half-truth out. Shoving the phone into my pocket, I drained the rest of my whiskey, letting out a sigh. That's when I caught sight of her. Short, curvy, her long auburn waves flowing behind her. Not quite cinnamon colored, but close enough.
"Here alone?" I asked as I crossed the room and approached her.
"For now," she replied, her red stained lips curving into a smile. If I didn't look at her too closely, I could almost imagine she was Charlie.
"Top or bottom?" I asked with a smirk.
"Depends on my mood," she answered, her grin widening. "I'm Lilly."
"Negan." I replied, almost bursting into laughter as she quirked an eyebrow at me.
"Where's Lucille?" she asked. Good. She had a sense of humor.
"Not here, tonight, princess. Want to play?"
With a wide smile, she caught hold of my hand, leading me across the wide space and down the hall, toward the private rooms.
Chapter thirteen
Charlotte
