Page 24 of King of Clubs

Dealers in lacy corsets expertly shuffled cards at blackjack and tables while men ogled their plunging necklines. Black felt baccarat tables and roulette wheels were crowded with gamblers who were either sipping drinks, playing with their stacks of gold chips, or spinning wheels with abandon.

But it wasn’t just gambling here.

My nipples pebbled as I took in the sights and sounds. The smacks of hands on flesh, the rattle of chips and dice, the sounds of moans and cries of pleasure and pain. Everything here was a spectacle, meant to entice and arouse.

Male and female dancers gyrated on different platforms and in cages strategically placed to allow for the most visibility, all of them writhing to a slow, sensual bass beat. Some of them were swinging on poles, grinding against the gleaming gold metal.

My gaze swept over a particularly enthusiastic threesome fucking on one of the stages. A male sex bunny was fucking a woman from behind while getting fucked by another man from behind.

A woman was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross, back arching as a man whipped her with a flogger. Another woman had her face buried in a bunny’s pussy while she rode a woman with a hot pink strap-on.

My cheeks flamed hot, embarrassment and arousal fighting within me. I wanted to look away but found myself transfixed by the erotic displays of depravity and indulgence playing out.

Another desperate throb pulsed in my clit. The Rabbit Hole was a place of temptation and corruption...and exactly what I needed, if I could just get out of this cage and finish what Ransom had started between my legs.

"Like what you see, my pet?" he asked, and I jumped at the seductive tone of his voice.

Speak of the devil...or demon.

I peered up at him, pulse skipping. His fingers trailed over the bars of my cage...like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me.

He’d changed into a different black suit, this one tailored to emphasize the width of his shoulders. Half of the jacket was covered in gold jacquard tree branches that seemed to be crawling over his body. A black silk shirt was left unbuttoned at the throat, hinting that this was about as casual as he ever looked in public.

But it was his eyes that transfixed me, flecks of gold among the darkness, and full of secrets.

My cage rattled as Trippy and Caramel unlocked the door and swung it open. My head whipped in Ransom’s direction so fast that a drop of my drool landed on his elegant golden sleeve. Mortified, all I could do was blink and stare at him as more drool dripped down my chin.

He chuckled, the sound of his laugh rich with amusement.

“Ready to come out and play?”

He crooked a finger at me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. Eager for a taste of freedom, I shuffled to the edge of the cage without a second thought. He reached in and lifted me into his arms, holding me protectively as Caramel removed the spreader bar from my ankles. Then he gently set me down onto the floor, surprising me by how tenderly he handled me.

Gathering my leash in his hands, he led me through the crowd past baccarat tables, roulette wheels and poker games. I watched as money and chips passed hands and I caught glimpses of bodies humping and fucking in shadowy corners. The air was charged with raw sensuality.

All eyes turned our way, gazes heated behind leather masks. People nearby stared openly at us, envy and reverence etched on their faces. Ransom was royalty here, a king holding court.

I shuddered, painfully aware that I was totally out of my depth. Ransom’s hand tightened on my leash as we walked, a subtle warning to all:

I belonged to the King of Clubs, and him alone.

Two men in broad red and white striped suits stood on either side of a black velvet rope guarding an ornate private booth. Raised up on a platform, it was obviously the best section in the entire club.

“Good evening, my king," they both said in unison as one of them pulled back the rope and let us in.

“Good evening, Tweedles,” he replied, not bothering to introduce us. I knew in that moment, they were the ones who’d taken me from Chess and Hatter.

My heart raced as Ransom led me up the steps and into the heart of his domain. The spacious booth was lavishly furnished with leather couches, velvet cushions, and tables full of flowers, fruit, and expensive liquor.

His warm, strong hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me to the partition that separated him from his guests. It allowed for an unobstructed view of the depraved spectacles on the floor below.

“Look at them," he murmured beside me, "giving in to pleasure, letting go of their inhibitions. People come to The Rabbit Hole to transform into who they were always meant to be.” He turned to me, and I could feel the heat radiating off his powerful body. “If you think about it, that’s exactly why you’re here.”

His fingers slid along the crack of my ass before drifting up beneath my hair and gliding across my shoulders. The sensation set me on fire all over again. My pussy clenched, still sensitive from what his teasing tongue had done to it. Despite myself, I moaned at the memory of the fat head of his cock nudging at my entrance before pulling away again.

Don’t tease me like this, you asshole...you gorgeous fucking asshole!

As if he could feel how desperate I was to come, Ransom smirked, eyeing me like a predator sizing up its prey. His fingers traced circles on my collarbone, around one of my tits, then the nipple, sending tingles down my arms and legs.

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