Page 7 of Blackmail
Or rather, the business itself did.
Perched on several rural acres in the nearby town of Beacon Hill, Daniel’s property was once a farm that had fallen on hard times. He somehow managed to buy it out from under a developer who wanted to tear everything down and put it in a gated community. Instead, he had the massive two-story house renovated and turned into a private kink club.
The place is full of low lighting and dark corners where God knows what happens, and the air is filled with money and sex. The room we’re in looks out over the main floor, where a young woman is currently getting a complicated pattern of knots tied all over her body. Her filthy moans float up to us on the thickened air.
She’s not even having sex, and I’m not even into women. Still, the way her skin is flushed and her chest is heaving from simply getting tied up is highly arousing.
I grab the whiskey and take a healthy sip. “You’re not the first person to say so. Lehman encouraged me to take a couple of days off before I ‘incited someone to file a harassment suit.’”
“You don’t strike me as the secretary groping type.”
“I suppose my temper’s been a little hot recently.” Since my company’s clients, mostly young entrepreneurs in need of startup consulting, began to disappear. Or maybe since walking in on Tony with an escort.
No, he prefers to be called a whore.
“He’s worried I’ll upset the employees.” Which I don’t actually want. My sperm donor was the sort of man who got his kicks from terrifying people. While I don’t shy away from intimidation when necessary, I don’t wish to aim it at those who are undeserving.
“No word on the missing kids?”
“Kids? Most of them are at least in their twenties.”
“You know what I mean. At my age they’re all kids.”
“I do. And no. No word.”
Down below, across from the platform with the girl and the ropes, a man is tied to a bench. A shirtless man in denim is standing over him, holding a flogger. And in front of him, there appears to be… “Is that a line?”
“Hmm?” Daniel peers over the railing. “Oh. Yes. That’s Cade. He likes getting used. The word is, he’s got a talented mouth. Want to go try it out? Might help with all that stress.”
Answering takes me longer than it should. Sharing isn’t something I’ve ever been into, but there’s something…twisted and depraved about the entire scene that has my body responding.
Finally, I shake my head. “I know I’m not as familiar with this world, but I don’t think standing in line to get my dick sucked like I’m waiting to order an ice cream cone is my brand of fun.”
He laughs. “We’ve got plenty of other kinds of ice cream here. And as an investor, you’re entitled to free samples.”
Now the man down below is getting spanked bare-handed while the first of many waiting men slides a cock into his mouth.
“What happens if he flinches and bites someone?”
Daniel chuckles. “That’s the challenge, isn’t it? You’d have to ask his husband, Marco. The guy who’s spanking him. No doubt there’s some sort of punishment.”
With each smack of his husband’s hand, Cade moans loudly enough to be heard from where we’re sitting. The man getting his dick sucked threads a hand into Cade’s hair, eyes closed, and face turned toward the ceiling. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Against my will, my blood rushes south.
“You know, it’s funny,” Daniel says. “We’ve got plenty of married members. Some come with their partners, some don’t. Lots of couples in our world have an agreement. Marry the person Mother and Father picked out for you, and whatever you do on your own time is fine as long as you’re discreet. You’re the only person I’ve met who married for money but kept it monogamous.”
I grit my teeth. “Rookie mistake.” One I won’t make again. “Tony and I were friends with occasional benefits when I decided to start my company. His father had lost everything in a business deal, and I wanted to get married to access the money in my trust. I didn’t want people to gossip about my personal life. We weren’t in love, but I figured we were compatible enough to keep each other satisfied. I sure as hell offered him enough money to be able to keep it in his pants.”
The guy in Cade’s mouth finishes with a hoarse shout. The next one takes his place. There are a couple more behind him. “That’s a lot of cum to swallow. Aren’t these people technically paying for sex?”
“Come on, Bas. What they pay for is a private membership; whatever happens inside these walls is a personal decision. Paying for sex is a rather large gray area.”
At that moment, a face with dark twinkling eyes and pouty lips pops into my head. You only paid me for the sex. I charge extra for the drama.
It’s hard not to like a man who stays composed in the face of that situation. Who doesn’t, say, sputter and fall off the bed.
“You sure you don’t want to go down there? You’re looking awfully…interested.”
I won’t deny it’s a hot scene. My dick is straining at my zipper. “Thanks, but no.”
