Page 112 of Beautifully Ruined
Someone else is being dripped in wax.
“They don’t mind?” I ask.
Thomas laughs. “They get off on it. The blank screens are private rooms with no feed.”
I’m getting a little aroused even if a little uncomfortable in watching these people. Do they know the cameras are there? Is this how Cade feels when he watches me?
I glance at him, but he’s not even looking.
And the two men chat about whatever it is Thomas wants done. Clearly, it’s small because Cade does it quickly, setting his phone down as he does so.
Then we’re off, Thomas muttering something to Cade about talking tomorrow over work opportunities with him, but tonight is for fun. To enjoy the club and to see if he wants to join.
“Right now, you’re guests, but there are many perks to being a member. Especially, a VIP member.”
I tune out their work chatter as I take in everything while we move through the club. I try to keep an eye out for Gianna, but I don’t think she’d be here, no one in here looks like they’re in this place against their will.
For someone as broken and lost as Gianna, this would be against her will. Or she’d be so drugged up she couldn’t function.
No one fits that bill.
And I keep getting drawn in by things in the club. People making out, people fucking, people doing all sorts of things that might be considered perversion or degrading to the outside world, but to the people in this lifestyle, this is a pleasure haven, and they’re turned on.
It’s better than I could have ever imagined.
I don’t want to lick shoes or be spanked by a paddle with nail nubs. I don’t want to bleed for sex or actually be a party toy…I don’t think I’m into pain or dressing up as an animal, but…it’s hot to see people get their desires met. To be free.
Even the man, one I recognize as a hero of wrestling, is in pink frills and having his cock sucked by a young man in nothing but a cock ring while a woman with big breasts feeds him her nipple.
Not for me, but it’s fun to watch, and it’s a turn on to see them so into it.
And the things I like, being naked in front of people, exhibitionism like the hostesses and waitresses, of being controlled, that all makes me throb.
But this isn’t about me.
I’m meant to be looking for clues to where Gianna might be.
Problem is, I don’t know how.
Cade catches my eye, and he nods. He mimes holding his phone, and I get it. He deliberately left his phone downstairs. An excuse if he gets caught.
He’s going to do something, but he didn’t tell me what.
I’m glad because chatter bubbles up, but I temper it, focusing it on something else.
“I like your club,” I say to Thomas, trying to distract him. “What’s your favorite room?”
His smile turns smarmy. “I’ll show you.”
And I chatter at him about the bracelet, asking what the stones are and how the fake rubies look so real.
I’m actually floored when he says, “They’re real. I get the bracelet back when you leave, or…we can switch it to diamonds.”
“What does that mean?”
“Wanting to play but with your choice.”
Cade. I’d play with Cade.
