Page 39 of Such a Good Girl

Was I finally safe?

Or had the true danger only just begun?

He pulled away and held up a shiny masquerade mask.

“You need to wear this the entire time you’re inside. Everyone wears them to keep everything anonymous.”

I nodded and took it from him, slipping it over my eyes. He smiled at me, and leaned down to brush a kiss against my lips, before turning and grabbing a robe and mask of his own. He turned back to me with them on.

“Ready, Little Rose?” he asked, holding out a hand to me.

I nodded. The guard stepped to the side and opened the door, revealing a long, dark hallway lit with torch sconces. Their flickering flames danced on the red velvet wallpapered walls.

Hand in hand, West and I stepped over the threshold. My heart pounded wildly in my chest.

The vibe here was totally different from the party atmosphere of the Hush Hush Club. Soft, classical music played in the background, and the air felt thick and hushed with tension.

At the end of the hallway was a small, curved, marble stairway. We ascended slowly as West spoke, his voice echoing off the walls. “There’s a lot to learn about this sacred place, Little Rose. Take your time and observe the others. I have no doubt you’ll be just fine.”

At the top of the stairs, the landing opened up to a large, open space. My eyes traveled up further, and I saw it was divided up into different levels of overhanging rooms. They looked to be almost like half-private balconies, with half walls that opened to the space below.

The soft sounds of moaning and whimpering echoed throughout.

The lighting was so dim, it was almost impossible to make out the features of anyone’s faces. But customers still streamed through the place like an easy flowing river. As if they knew the layout by heart.

“Wow,” I whispered. West squeezed my hand, allowing me a moment to drink it up.

In front of us stood the main attraction. A large, black, wrought-iron cage was erected directly in the middle of the room. A huge bed was inside it. It was dimly lit, the deep shadows making things hard to make out clearly. But the bed was currently surrounded by customers clad in their own dark robes and masks, their attention consumed by whatever was happening inside the cage.

“Let’s move closer so you have a better view,” West whispered in my ear, his lips brushing against it and sending a shiver through my body. I let him lead me closer, my curiosity piqued.

The crowd moved to allow us room, parting like a curtain to reveal the first act of an erotic play.

On the bed, three men and two women were tangled up together in a sensual embrace. They were so entwined, it was difficult to discern where one person ended and the other began. They kissed and writhed together, a mass of tongues and hands and moans and thrusting hips.

My breath caught in my throat, my lips parting with desire as I watched. Hand still in West’s, I watched as one of the men slipped down, his head disappearing between a woman’s thighs. Her moans echoed through the room, loud and high and filled with pleasure. The other woman stood up and walked over to a small table in the corner. Strapping on a large phallus, she covered it in a condom and thick lube before stepping behind the man and sliding it inside of his raised ass. He arched his back, removing his mouth from the woman in front of him for a brief few seconds as he cried out in joy, then went right back to devouring the woman’s pussy.

It was hot. Way fucking hot. I was glad my panties were still on, because I was dripping with arousal. I swallowed hard, my breathing picking up in speed.

Just as the other man slid his cock into the other woman’s mouth, West took my hand. “We have a lot to see, Little Rose,” he whispered.

I nodded and let him lead me away, but I kept my head turned to watch as much of the show as I could.

In another corner, I noticed a man tied up against a St. Andrew’s cross on the wall. Completely naked except for his mask, his legs and arms were restrained by thick leather straps. He was being violently whipped by a petite blonde woman who wore nothing but her mask and a pair of white leather boots.

With each blow he cried out, and then begged her to do it again. The look on his face was one of pure ecstasy and when I looked at her, her eyes were shining with lust. Another woman approached him with a thick black candle in her hand, the flame flickering as she walked. The first woman stepped back, allowing her access to the tied-up man. She lifted the candle and let the heavy black wax fall onto his chest. He screamed out, his voice rising above the Mozart that drifted from the speakers.

As West led me past them, I couldn’t help but remember the feel of his whip on my ass last night. I wanted to feel it again, feel the warmth spreading through my cheeks and radiating to every inch of my skin. I wondered how the wax might feel, too.

West led me to another set of stairs. We went up a level, where the landing allowed us to look out over the main lobby below. This floor was divided up into rooms without doors.

“We call this our little Disneyland,” West said. “Any fantasy can be acted out. Each room on this level is themed.”

He stopped at each doorway to allow me a look inside.

The first one looked like a doctor’s office on steroids, with a gynecological table with stirrups featured prominently in the middle. Lots of sharp looking instruments were mounted on the wall, along with straps and chains of every length and size. It wasn’t being used at the time, its emptiness filled with the promise of what may come.

The second room was a straight up dungeon. A sex swing hung in one corner, and a small cage big enough for one person sat in another. More of the crosses like the one downstairs were mounted on the wall, and an open wardrobe revealed the largest selection of whips, chains, dildos, and strap-ons imaginable. This room was large, and two couples were playing together in it. The women made out while the men whipped their breasts with cat o’ nine tails. I was again reminded of last night. Each slap against their skin made me feel like I was experiencing the blow, too, leaving me breathless.

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