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He waves dismissively. “Are you kidding? For you, there’s always room. What’s your poison?”

I know what that question means, but I know Bentley won’t. He’s asking us what we want to participate in, and I don’t know her limits. I also want to go into this nice and easy; no need to scare her off just yet.

“We’ll take a private space.”

He grins, reaching over the desk to grab two purple colored wrist bands before attaching them to us.

“The fun is on us tonight, big boy. Don’t forget to see Pearl before you go. She’ll be pissed if you don’t say hi.”

I groan, nodding my head. “Yeah, I’ll do that,” I lie. There’s no way in hell I’m going to seek out my cougar boss who touched things that weren’t hers while I’m here with Bentley. The only reason I came to this sex club and not another is because I knew I could get into this one without question. The other clubs are far too exclusive and would laugh at me when I didn’t have a wad of cash to pay for our admittance.

Gripping Bentley’s hand tighter, I tug her toward the double doors that'll lead to the club. One look down at her tells me she’s more intrigued than frightened and that’s a good start. She isn’t backing out or even voicing anything negative. Tonight’s going to be a good night, even if she isn’t ready to fuck in a public place.

As we enter the main club, it’s just as I remember it. The place is three stories high, but the ceiling in the main part of the bar is wide open to the roof. It’s dark with purple and blue lights illuminating the large space, but the long bar lining the back wall is lit with white lights for the bartenders to see what they’re doing. The lights aren’t bright enough to shine further than the bar, keeping the club dark and sexy. Loud, sultry music fills the club but sounds of whips, moans, and demands from dominants can be heard over it. Watchers flock to the scenes in front of them as I pull Bentley toward the bar. She isn’t ready to watch just yet.

Her legs shake as she sits on the stool next to me. I reach over and grab her thighs, rubbing my thumbs softly over her pebbling skin.

“You okay? If you’re not comfortable with this, Bentley, we can go.”

She shakes her head. “No, I want to stay,” she whispers, looking nervously down at my hands. “I’ve just never done anything like this before.”

I chuckle. “I figured, but you still trust me, right?”

“Always,” she replies, staring deeply into my eyes.

I flag the bartender down, ordering us drinks under Andre's name before I grab her hand and pull her to a more private setting. Booths line the back of the club for those who want to enjoy a few drinks while catching glimpses of what goes on in the club. Bentley's eyes move from one scene to another, never glancing at me once. It’s a huge turn on to see her watching with excitement and awe in her gaze. This wasn't such a bad idea after all, and she just so happens to be wearing the perfect attire for tonight.

The thong I ripped in two is hidden away in my pocket at the moment and the knowledge that she’s bare assed under that coat of hers makes my dick come alive.

"What are they doing over there?" She asks, pointing to a couple on display to the right.

I pull my gaze from her to see what she’s looking at, a smirk lifting my lips.

"They're teasing each other."

It’s two naked women kneeling on a large fluffy mattress, attaching nipple clamps to each other's nips before one of them ties the other up.

"Have you ever tried nipple clamps, Bentley?" I ask, running a finger down her neck.

She physically shivers beneath my touch, making me smirk wider. She looks at me, shaking her head.

"Do you want to try them?"

Biting her bottom lip, she slowly nods her head, almost looking ashamed to admit it. I lean forward and grab her chin.

"There's no reason to be ashamed of your sexuality, babe. We can go as far as you please. I don't know how to pleasure you properly without knowing what you do and don't like."

"You pleasure me properly," she whispers.

I let out a groan, feeling my dick grow two sizes bigger in my jeans again.

"Is that so? Do you like it when I spread you wide open and fill you with my hard cock, Bentley?"

She nibbles her bottom lip, nodding. "I also like it when you hit the back of my throat, making me gag on your dick."

Fucking hell. Okay. I've seen enough. I slam the rest of my drink and haul her to her feet, hoping she comes willingly because I can't keep my hands off of her any longer.

Chapter twenty

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