Was she that brave? Brave enough to let go?
Paul had his hand on the door. “Do you want to go inside?”
Destin was relieved when she gave her answer without hesitating.
“I want to stay and see what it’s like. But…”
“You can leave anytime you want to. Just say the word, sugar.”
* * * *
The Club’s interior was a far cry from that of the house. While the house was bright and airy, the club was darker with its hardwood floors and richly painted walls. A reception desk of glossy mahogany blocked the way inside. Once they swept past that, they stepped into an open great room.
Georgia waited as her eyes adjusted to the darkness, then held her breath as she took it all in. Cameras were positioned high on the walls, strategically pointed so that no area of the club was out of their scope. An enormous bar ran the length of one wall and was bookended by two hallways. Doors dotted the walls of each hallway with brass numbers mounted on the center of each one.
Paul pointed at the cameras. “We have rules in the club, with monitors and people who keep watch to make sure nothing gets out of hand. It rarely does. Our members are good, upstanding people who believe that everyone has the right to come to the club then leave knowing that. Unless they want the world outside to know what they’re into, their activities here are private.”
“And they do this BDSM thing here? With masters and subs?”
“Some of them do. Our club is what members make of it. If a man and a woman, or more partners, who are into bondage, want to play out scenes, then they can. If another couple only wants to watch, then that’s their choice. What happens here ranges from primal play to vanilla sex. We don’t tell people how to get enjoyment. Not as long as they follow the rules.”
“And I’m supposedly a sub.” A flash of lust whipped through her. What did that mean anyway? She longed to find out.
“You are.”
“How do you know?”
“Trust me, baby. We know. And you do, too, if only you’ll admit it.”
“I’m not sure I could give myself like that. To do what someone else orders me to do.”
He smiled a knowing, all-too-sexy smile. Her pussy tightened. Was he right? If the way her body responded to his, he was.
“It’s like this. We enjoy taking control of our sub. Whether that happens only during play or every day, all day is what we’ll have to discuss. We prefer that our sub is our sub in here, whenever we want to play, and in the bedroom. Everywhere else, she’s our partner in life and our equal. If you want something different, we can talk about it.”
He moved to the center of the huge room. “Controlling the pleasure our sub receives gives us joy. As I’m sure my brother has probably told you, we only do whatever the woman wants us to. Together, we’ll discover your limits.”
She tried to wrap her mind around what he’d said. If he was right, then that would mean the feeling that she wanted them to command her was okay. Yet it was so difficult to give herself up to them. It wasn’t a matter of trust. She’d trusted them that first night and she knew she could trust them again. Whatever was keeping her from letting go, of giving into them, of submitting to them was buried inside her.
“Do you have dancing?” A dance floor made out of hardwood spread over to a platform that was perfect for a band. Round tables as well as sofas and armchairs rested on the plush carpet framing the dance floor. A few areas were sectioned off by movable screens for more privacy. “And live music?”
“Sometimes. Most of the music is recorded, but this is Texas and we can’t go too long without listening to a good country band.”
Only then did she notice the people in the club. Two women had a man tied to the poles separating the booths on the far wall. One woman flicked one of the clamps on his nipples, then giggled as she leaned over and slid her tongue over the other one. The blonde woman sitting on her knees on the booth cushion drew her tongue over his cock, then cupped his balls. The man yanked his arms, but couldn’t get from the leather straps binding him to the poles.
Georgia swallowed and wondered how it would feel to have Paul and Destin tied to poles. Although she’d enjoy it, she knew she’d like it better if she was the one tied up.
The man opened his eyes and caught her watching them. She averted her gaze as quickly as she could to the other side of the room, then gasped. Two men had a woman lying on top of one of the tables, her legs spread wide as they ran their hands and mouths over her body. Her hands were tied and a ball gag kept her from speaking.
“What do you think, sugar?”
She tried to act like it was no big deal. “Hey, whatever floats their boat.”