Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(67)
Author: Nicole Edwards

“Ready?” he asked.

She wasn’t sure whether she knew the answer to that question. Suddenly she was feeling a little bowled over by everything she was going to find here. Instead of answering, she nodded her head in agreement, and then followed him as he led her on a tour of the spacious club.

Above her, McKenna noticed there were rooms made of glass on walkways that outlined the perimeter of the club on two additional levels. On the ground floor, there were two large rooms at each of the back corners made entirely of glass. From the looks of it, there was absolutely no privacy whatsoever to be found within the space. She hadn’t really expected any.

Scattered throughout were black leather chairs, sofas, and even what appeared to be round futons made of the same dark fabric. Not that she could see much of the furniture for the multitude of bodies that were everywhere.

Down the center, four steel poles went from floor to ceiling, holding two metal cages on each – one above the other. In those cages were both men and women, with only one person in each and every single one of the occupants completely naked. A couple of them were dancing to the erotic music that pulsed throughout the club, a few were pacing back and forth, and a couple of them even appeared to be masturbating, but they were all doing something to entertain the crowd below them.

Tag didn’t seem to be interested in explaining anything to her, or maybe he just figured that it was self-explanatory. Either way, he kept his hand in hers and held her close to his side as they walked around the perimeter of the main floor.

Once they arrived at one of the large glass rooms at the back, McKenna realized the reason for most of the security. Inside the room was a beautiful woman. No, maybe that wasn’t an apt description. She was more stunning than anything else. Thigh high boots with at least five inch heels, a leather halter, a skimpy G-string that was held together by chains and a wicked looking leather whip made up her outfit and the woman did not look like one to mess with. Her hair was long, straight and jet black while her skin was like creamy alabaster. Severely cut bangs covered her forehead, while her lips were painted a vivid, glossy red. The woman looked… untouchable.

Standing before her was another woman, completely nude and chained to hooks that were hanging from the ceiling and sticking up from the floor. Her arms were directly above her head, but her legs were spread wide. Her back was to the crowd and her bottom was lined with bright red whelps. In front of her, where the audience could see clearly, there was a naked man on his knees, his hands behind his back and his tongue between the woman’s thighs.

McKenna would admit that the scene was intensely graphic and more than a little arousing. She couldn’t tear her eyes away, and when the obvious Dominatrix lifted the whip and struck the other woman again, McKenna didn’t even flinch.

Tag either didn’t find the scene appealing, or he was more interested in showing her the rest. McKenna followed behind him when he tugged on her arm, successfully breaking her concentration on the sexually stimulating group behind the glass.

When they approached the other glass room, McKenna found herself equally as drawn to it. Before her were two well built, extremely handsome men, and one lone female. This one resembled normal, everyday porn, except the reactions of the participants was much more… unscripted.

“Are these actors?” she asked Tag.

“No. These are members,” he replied, looking down at her. “They can reserve the rooms, and these two are actually booked out for months.”

McKenna could understand that. This was a fetish club. The members were here for one reason only, and that was to experience the sexual gratification that they longed for. It was intense, intriguing, and downright sexy as hell.

Turning her attention back to the two men in the glass room, McKenna watched as one man rammed his cock into the other man’s ass, his hands gripping the other man’s shoulders as he continued to thrust hard and fast while the woman sat at the top of the bed, watching, masturbating. McKenna wondered whether the woman was the wife of one of them, and the man was living out his fantasy.

Either way, it was hot.

~*~*~

Tag glimpsed the scene before him, noticing that it was one of the many he’d seen before. Considering he’d been involved with Sam and Logan for the past few months, he hadn’t come to The Club recently, but standing here now, he realized that he might very well be a little desensitized when it came to this place.

Not that the sight before him wasn’t erotic as hell, and he knew the people were fulfilling one or many fantasies all at the same time, but he just wasn’t interested. Now, McKenna, on the other hand, appeared to be riveted to the threesome before her, just as she had been to Mistress Serena in the other room.