Infatuation (Club Destiny #4)(69)
Author: Nicole Edwards

Tag glanced over, witnessing the small smile on Mistress Serena’s lips and the way she held the whipping rod close to her chest as though fearful she might just use it unexpectedly.

“Will the two of you require a room this evening?” Mistress Serena asked, not directing the question to either one of them specifically.

“Yes,” Tag replied. He wasn’t completely sure they would be using it, but he was definitely going to show McKenna one of the rooms at the minimum.

If he had anything to say about it, she might just become familiar with it while they were there.

Chapter Twenty Eight

McKenna watched Mistress Serena as she walked away. Never once did she lower her eyes from the intimidating woman, wanting to ensure her that she was in no way a submissive, nor was she here to play. Having been in the dominating role before, McKenna had no desire to be dominated by a woman like her.

“She manages the club?” McKenna asked when Mistress Serena was out of earshot.

“With an iron fist. She’s the official club manager, and she’s a Domme. Whether because of one or the other, she allows absolutely no room for bullshit,” Tag explained. “She ensures the safety of every club member, along with two of her submissives who make the rounds frequently if Mistress Serena is otherwise engaged.”

McKenna was happy to hear that. From experience, she knew that BDSM was not something that should be experimented without extreme caution. Especially when it came to punishment the likes of which she saw Mistress Serena dishing out. There was too much room for mistakes, or for people who were doing it for the wrong reason.

“So you reserved us a room?” McKenna couldn’t help but ask the question as she looked up into Tag’s piercing green eyes.

“I wanted to ensure you received the full tour,” he told her. “Whether we use the room is entirely up to you.”

McKenna’s belly fluttered with excitement. It could have been the atmosphere in which they were enveloped in, or just the man standing a few inches away from her, but whatever it was, she was highly aroused and if she had her say, they’d definitely be putting that room to good use. However, before she could commit to something like that, she wanted to see the rest of the place.

“If the people in the rooms aren’t actors, are the ones in the cages?” McKenna referred to the eight cages suspended above the crowd.

“No, they aren’t actors either. They’re members. There aren’t any actors here. The only employees are the bartenders, and as you’ll notice, there are armed security guards at either end of the bar.”

McKenna turned, and that’s when she saw two big, burly men standing at opposite ends of the bar. When she looked at the other side of the room, she noticed two more.

“There aren’t any waitresses either. Luke and Logan didn’t want to take the chance of one of the waitresses being subjected to something they didn’t want to be subjected to.”

Interesting.

McKenna completely agreed. Although these people paid high dollars to be members of the club, and no matter how thorough a background check was done on them, you couldn’t predict what a human being might do. And with sexual stimulation of this nature, there was bound to be at least one person who didn’t know how to control themself.

She had to admit she was highly impressed with how well thought out this club was. This wasn’t your run of the mill sex club, and it clearly wasn’t an anything goes kind of place either.

“So what’s upstairs?” she finally asked.

“Let me show you.” Tag took her empty glass and returned it to the bar before taking her hand and leading her to a large metal staircase that led up to the second floor landing.

When they reached the first of the two floors, McKenna heard the sounds coming from every direction first before she actually saw anything. On all four sides, there were glass rooms, about five on each wall, made entirely of glass on three sides while butting up against the exposed brick wall of the exterior. For all intents and purposes, they were exact replicas of the rooms on the ground floor, just significantly smaller.

Guarding each wall were security guards who stood watch over the people who were both inside the rooms as well as those who were seated just outside in the chairs lined up in front of them. It was a live porn show for anyone who wanted to view, and from what McKenna could tell, it catered to almost every kinky fetish.

The number of people in each room varied about as much as what they were doing. It was a fascinating mishmash of assorted fetishes, ranging from the standard woman/man, or woman/woman, or man/man intimate encounter to people wearing blindfolds and being treated to oral pleasure of different types, to a room with six women in a daisy chain. For some reason, it seemed as though these rooms were relatively tame.