Page 16 of The Delta's Rogue
“These are private rooms,” I whisper, my head dipped low.
The rooms are soundproof to aid those who wish for complete privacy, but the atmosphere down this hall always feels incredibly secretive.
We pause in front of a vacant room, and she looks inside, her eyes eagerly taking in the space and examining the furnishings.
“Club members can choose to leave the door open or close it. If it’s closed, that means they want to be alone. But if it’s open—”
“Others are free to join?” she asks, and I nod. “And the windows?”
“There are shades between the glass panes.” I push the button on the wall inside, and a black panel descends, hiding the room from the hall and vice versa. “Some people like to leave them open, to let others watch while they play.”
She leans away from the door and takes tentative steps further down the hall, towards the room the trio went into. I put my hands in my pockets and lean against the wall, watching her. An amused smile plays on my lips as my little rogue creeps along towards the window of the room, like a teenager sneaking back into their house after being out past curfew. She reaches the window and stops, then pouts.
I chuckle at her expression. “Is it closed?”
She crosses her arms. “Yes.”
I push off from the wall and stroll towards her, stopping behind her. “Are you disappointed?”
She shrugs. “A little.”
My hands ghost over her hips and settle at her waist. “Do you like to watch, Little Rogue?”
Her breath quivers as she inhales. “I don’t know. I’ve never— I don’t—” She licks her lips and glances back at me. “I was just curious.”
“Mm-hmm.” I drop a kiss to her shoulder. “Come on.” Taking her hand again, I guide her away from the private rooms. “There is still more to see.”
Her gaze is on me as we head back the way we came and pass the entrance hallway, making our way into the club’s main area. A long bar sits at one end, with doorways on either side. A mirrored wall behind the bar reflects the room back at its occupants. Sparkling crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and tables—some small and some large—dot the floor. Darkened booths line the remaining walls, each with semi-sheer curtains that guests can shut for a more secluded experience.
With it being a Friday night, the club is quite full, with only two of the private booths and a handful of tables remaining unoccupied.
Sarina stops at my side, both of her hands wrapped around my arm as she clings to me, her submissive mask back in place. Her body presses closer. Her tits shove together and lift higher with the movement, giving me an unhindered view of her cleavage. The tops of her breasts almost spill out of her bodice, held back only by the lace peeking over the V-neck of her little black dress.
I imagine burying my face in them, running my nose along the curving expanse of each one, and planting kisses to them as I travel across her chest before I peel her dress off her shoulders. The noises she would make as I explored her body, the expressions that would appear on her face… Goddess, it would be heaven.
Her grip on my arm tightens, bringing me back to reality. My nostrils flare, and I clench my jaw, once again reminding myself that this is fake.
Fake. Fake. Fake.
“This is the main room.” Tearing my eyes away from her gorgeous face, plump lips, and her magnificent breasts, I nod towards the mentioned space. “This is where everyonegathers and mingles. Sometimes it’s just small talk. Other times it’s finding others to play with for the evening or even long term.”
I walk through the tables, with her at my side. From my periphery, I clock every guest whose eyes Sarina catches, every person who lets their gaze linger on her to check out her full tits or her perky ass.
“And through there”—I point at the two doorways framing the bar—“is the playroom.”
“Playroom?” Her head swivels between the two doorways, her silky hair swaying with the movement.
“It’s a big space where guests can play or watch.”
She inhales. “Oh.”
I angle my body closer to hers, brushing her hair away from her face. “Do you want to—”
“No.” She shakes her head, her body tensing. “Not right now.”
“Okay.” I smile and smooth my hand down her hair. “We won’t then.”
I move again, bringing her with me to one of the two remaining booths. I slide onto the curved bench, then pat my thigh and squeeze Sarina’s hand. “Sit on my lap.”
