Page 103 of Torrid Passion
“A member’s only private adult club, complete with playrooms, kinky rooms and overnight suites. Tonight, we get a lounge.”
“As in a sex club?” Her eyes are so fucking huge right now. “As in whips, chains, handcuffs, bondage tape, nipple clamps and other really kinky things?” she whispers that last part although we’re the only two in the elevator.
Holy shit.
“You’ve been to a club before? You’re into the lifestyle?” I ask, surprised.
“No and no. Once, I asked Google—okay, maybe more than once.”
I chuckle.
“To answer your question, some floors—and rooms—are more hardcore than others. There’s nothing extreme here. So no sadists hang out at the club and something like asphyxiation is a big no-no. The Eros Den, aka the basement, aka the dungeon, is where the edgier stuff happens. The Peek-A-Boo room is where you can watch—or be watched. The Duo Pleasure room is for those who want to amp their fun by inviting a third or fourth person to their party. And there are a lot of other kinky rooms to choose from. This is a big building—built for adult fun.”
“So, it’s a dirty sex club?”
“It’s more than that,” I say. “It can be as dirty or as chaste as you want. There’s an understanding among members—mainly Hollywood’s elite—which avoids drama.”
“I see,” she nods. “No strings attached.”
“Yeah. And the Continental Rule keeps everyone on the same page.”
“Which is?”
“Business can only be conducted in the gentleman’s or damsel’s clubs—nowhere else. Nothing like being pitched a script while you’re balls deep in the middle of a good fuck.”
She frowns.
It takes her a second.
Then she explodes in laughter.
Damn, I missed her laugh.
“God, the visual,” she says when she regains her composure.
“Priceless, right?”
“Indeed.” She’s still laughing. “You come here often?”
“Lately I’ve been hanging out at restaurants, bars or the gentleman’s club at Quintus Hotel more than at Dark Compulsion.”
“You’ve been a good boy?”
“Until last Thursday—when a gorgeous brunette walked into the champagne bar, nearly forcing me down to my knees—I was averygood boy.” Starting at her feet, I do a slow, deliberate sweep over her body. When I’m done undressing her with my eyes, our gaze meets. “One look at her and I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. I had to corrupt her.”
Kyla blushes furiously. The flush starts at the tops of her tits and flows upward.
Fucking amazing.
“And you did a good job,” she says softly.
“So it was good?” There’s a challenging tone to my voice.
“You know it was.”
“I know no such thing, Kyla!” I retort. Her head jerks back in surprise. “The only thing I know is waking up alone in an empty bed.” My tone drops to a menacing warning. “And I still don’t know why.”
The bell rings when we hit the eighth floor, breaking the tension that’s settled between us again.
