Page 6 of The Ties We Break

“I have a Master, who is also my boyfriend. We have been in a long-term relationship for a couple of years now. I don’t wear a traditional collar as my Master had a different idea. A beautiful gem that lets the world know that I’m not just his slut, but a slut in general. I like to experiment, to try being with new people, and he supports me with this, but only with his consent. At the end of the day, when we go home, we are a regular couple, but when we enter the bedroom, he becomes my Master, and I’m his slut.”

“Oh…I—”

Before I can verbalise a reply, Sian cuts in, and I am so fucking grateful because I had no idea what I was going to say. “Come on, let’s get inside. Don’t want to overwhelm her with too much information before she’s seen what the place is like.”

“Oh…of course. I’m sorry if that was too much. Hopefully, I will talk to you soon,” Jasmine says as she secures my wrist tag. I don’t miss the way her fingers stroke along my arm and hand, and even though they barely touch my skin, they leave a trail of heat in their wake. Not to mention the fire she is igniting deep in my core.

Fuck, I’ve never been turned on by someone touching my wrist. Maybe Jasmine’s right, and I don’t quite know all of my sexuality yet.

Sian pulls me out of my trance-like state and leads us beyond the silk curtain Jasmine is now holding open. We are greeted by a large, muscular man wearing black slacks and nothing else. My eyes are drawn to the clearly defined ridges of his abs. Like Jasmine, he also has a light shine across his skin, as though he’s rubbed on some kind of lotion. He asks if we have anything we want to be locked away in the cloakroom, but neither of us has brought a coat. We only have our bags that we want to keep with us. Sian says she can come back if she decides she’s going to play, so we politely decline. With that, he gestures to the door on the other side of the room, which Sian quickly opens.

Once Sian opens the door, there is a deep rumbling bass that floods into the room. It’s a shock at first, and not at all what I was expecting. Club music tends to have a heavy drum beat or an electro feel, whereas this music is more sensual. It makes me want to move my body, but in a slow and sexy way, compared to how typical dance music sounds. Whilst it’s not as ear-splittingly loud as other clubs, I’m still shocked that I couldn’t hear a thing in the entranceway. The further Sian pulls me into the main room; the more my senses are assaulted. I feel like my brain might turn to mush. This is nothing like an ordinary club. If a regular club has fast beats, people jumping up and down, and loud noises, this club is the opposite. Slow, rhythmic beats that make people sway and curve their bodies. The music's just loud enough to take control of you without being overpowering.

Even if the music were turned off right now, it wouldn’t make a difference to the people filling this large room. Decorated with broad red and black accents, the room looks almost gothic. The beautiful black and white marble floor is clean and shiny, like nobody has ever stepped on it. In other clubs, I usually expect so much chewing gum and booze lining the ground that my shoes stick to the floor as I walk, but not here.

The smell also catches me off guard. Typically, clubs smell of stale smoke, sweat, and regurgitated alcohol, except Shades couldn’t be more different. There’s a beautiful floral scent, and as I look around, I see several different incense burners that are all burning aromatic oils. Maybe the perfumes they use are designed to get people in the mood; who knows? But there is no denying that it’s a beautiful smell. In fact, the whole place feels very inviting.

I expected the lights to be down so low I would barely be able to see anything, yet that’s not the case. The lights are dimmed, but visibility is still good, and as I look around the room, I can clearly see everything that’s going on.

To my right, booths line the walls, filled with people in varying stages of undress. There are also tables in the middle of the room too. Some people are simply sitting and having a drink, while others are engaged in sexual activity. In fact, the table closest to us has a woman bent over the round black table, gripping each side with her hands, as a man fucks her from behind while another man has his cock in her mouth. I’m enamoured, watching as they build up a rhythm and work in unison to piston in and out of her. Other people are watching too.

Feeling Sian tug on my hand, I reluctantly look away and try to take in as much of the club as possible. I notice that there are lots of doors in between the booths, and as I look around, I realise there are several doors along each wall. Directly in front of me, there’s a small stage, and it’s almost like it sits in the middle of the room. Large curtains cover the back, hiding all the preparation rooms behind the stage. The curtains on either side are moveable, and I notice people walking backstage. The stage is empty at the moment, but I’m sure it won't stay that way. Between myself and the platform is a small dance floor, and then placed all the way around, lining the large room, are lots of black tables and chairs.

Sian begins to lead us towards the left of where we entered, and I see that half of the wall is taken up by a beautiful wooden bar. It looks to be decorated in the same way that the podium was in the entrance hall. As I look along the bar, talking in its ornate beauty, I am immediately drawn to the man sitting at the end. I don’t know what it is about him, but even from here, I can tell he’s gorgeous. This man looks like everything I shouldn’t want and exactly what I should be running away from, yet I’m transfixed.

His black, slightly long shaggy hair is at odds with his crisp, smart suit, yet it completely suits him. It’s the type of hair long enough for you to run your fingers through or hold onto while you’re screaming his name.

Fuck! Where the hell did that thought come from? But it’s true; he looks like sex. His eyes are hooded and appear almost black from this distance. His jaw is covered by light stubble as though he hasn’t shaved for a couple of days, but it only enhances his rugged look.

Staring into the glass in his hand as he swirls a golden brown liquid around, he doesn’t appear interested in any of the activities around us. Instead, he looks almost as though he is brooding. It’s like there’s an air of danger surrounding him, and it prickles at my skin. My body is at war because my head is saying, ‘stay the fuck away’, yet every other part of me wants to move closer. What the fuck is wrong with me? I have never felt like this.

His eyes lift and begin scanning the room, as though he’s looking for something or someone. When his eyes meet mine, for just a few seconds, it feels like we both freeze while staring into each other's eyes. My skin sizzles, and my heart starts to race. He breaks the connection first by dragging his eyes from mine and trailing them appraisingly down my body. His slow perusal seems to light up every fibre of my being, and my nerves feel electric, like weird pins and needles.

The way this man's deliciously dark eyes peruse my body makes me feel naked, not to mention turned on. I try to tell myself it’s because of the situation. How can I not get turned on in a sex club surrounded by people fucking? It’s like real-life porn. So, it’s only natural that I can feel my pussy getting wet. Or at least, that’s what I tell myself. I think I’m too scared to admit that, with just one glance, this complete stranger has had a stronger effect on me than all the boys I’ve ever been interested in before.

“Come on, let me show you around!” shouts Sian, as she pulls me further away from the strange man who is continuing to stare at me, and towards one of the doors against the back wall.

As she opens the door and we go through a long corridor, the music can’t be heard anymore, and my ears ring from the dramatic change. Sian must feel the same when she begins to talk, as it comes out much louder than her usual voice, like she’s still trying to shout over the music.

“I know you saw there were lots of doors. What you need to look for are the symbols on the door. If there’s a square, then it’s for anyone. If it’s a triangle, that means it’s private and is available to be rented on the day, but if the triangle sign has been inverted so the point is facing downwards, the room has already been sold. However, a circle means the room is off-limits. Some high rollers have permanent rooms, others are kept for the club, and they will open them up to people at their discretion. The door we just went through has a square on it, and down here, you will find a series of rooms. They’re all designed slightly differently to meet the preferences of those who want to use the rooms. An attendant is manning the corridor. All you have to do is ask them if you can use the room. They will prep it to your specifications, and then when you are finished, they will arrange full cleaning before it is offered to other people. Some rooms also come with a viewing gallery. Come, I will show you.”

Sian grabs hold of my arm before she has even finished talking and begins pulling me down the corridor. We pass several closed doors, so Sian obviously knows precisely which room she is heading for. Around halfway down the hallway, we pass a voluptuous girl with the most amazing boobs, dressed in the same attire as Jasmine, at the front desk. Although this woman's figure couldn’t be more different from Jasmine’s, she looks just as beautiful. In fact, the way she has embraced her curvy figure and isn’t afraid to show them off makes her even more attractive.

“Hi, Cory, are we okay to observe room eight?” As Sian begins talking to the curvaceous beauty, I watch as Cory’s face morphs into the biggest smile.

“Cherry, gorgeous. I haven’t seen you in a while. And you brought a friend with you,” Cory replies with a very obvious wink aimed at Sian, who chuckles in response. I almost forgot that Sian has an alter ego that she goes by here. Should I have created one?

“Cory, this is my best friend, Issy. It’s her first time here, so I’m easing her in gently.” Sian gestures toward me as she tells Cory my name. I hold my hand out as a polite offer to shake her hand. Is it fucking obvious I have no idea how I’m supposed to behave in a sex club?

Cory wastes no time bashing my arm out of the way and pulling me in for a giant hug. Because she is a few inches taller than me, I end up squashed against her large breasts and feel like they’re suffocating me. Her soft, cuddly body wraps around mine, and despite this woman being a complete stranger, it doesn’t feel that way. She hugs me with care, and she’s good at it. I can’t help but smile when she finally pulls away.

“I don’t shake hands, hun. If I bend over, you will be able to see everything God gave me, so if you hold your hand out, giving me permission to touch you, then the least I can do is give you a welcoming hug.” I can’t help but laugh; this woman's friendly nature is genuinely infectious.

“Do you mind wearing a uniform so revealing?” I blurt out, before realising it might have sounded like I was being mean because of her size, which was not my intention. “Sorry, I hope that didn’t come across as offensive or anything like that.”

I stop myself from talking by clasping a hand over my mouth. I know if I don’t do it, Sian will. I can see her out of the corner of my eye shaking her head despairingly while trying not to laugh. She always finds amusement in my inability to communicate with people. This is why I prefer the company of my book friends. I don’t have to talk to them.

“Relax, Issy. I’m proud of my curves and have my fair share of love interests that like them too. We aren’t made to wear this outfit. As long as we are in a black skirt and a black vest top, then that meets the boss’ requirements. But, we find dressing like this gets us more tips and more interest,” she replies as she pulls my hand away from my face with a smile.

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