Purgatory Masters(45)
To her surprise, when they crossed the threshold they walked into another empty hallway, not the extravagant club she’d expected. She turned and met Tucker’s gaze. “I don’t understand.”
“Private entrance, remember? If we were going through the front door you’d have been required to wear a little more clothing.”
Great. Him mentioning her state of undress reminded her what she’d agreed to. She faltered on the treacherous heels.
Tucker grabbed her arm and steadied her. “Easy little one. You don’t have anything to be afraid of.” He tweaked a nipple between his fingers. “Of course, the nerves are a different story. I’d be more concerned if you weren’t nervous.”
“I know,” she replied, “I just need this to be okay, if you know what I mean.”
“I do.” He reached for another door and twisted the knob. “And now it’s time to make some new memories to overshadow the old.”
The moment the door cracked, a cacophony of sound streamed from the opposite side. People talking, hard-edged scene music she’d learned to love through her research, and the unmistakable sound of a whip cracking against waiting flesh.
Her sex squeezed. She’d taken a group whip class from a master teacher at a convention once. There wasn’t much chance she’d ever wield one like a pro but the instructor had left an impression. Since then the distinct sound of a whip whistling through the air revved her up.
Tucker ushered her inside and closed the door behind them. Maggie waited several seconds for her vision to adjust to the low-level ambient lighting that glowed from a series of sconces on the walls and then her eyes went wide with the sights in front of her. They’d entered a room the size of a grand ballroom in a high-end hotel and every ounce as elegant. From rich velvet wall coverings to the allure of glittering chandeliers, the room whispered money in a not so subtle way. But this wasn’t like any ballroom she’d been in before. From end to end there was play equipment set up from the simple spanking benches she’d seen before to some equipment she didn’t recognize at all. Even more interesting was the variety of people that filled the room.
Every size, shape and generation engaged in play as well as many onlookers who appeared to be enjoying the view. The music drowned out any voices, instead focusing the participants and onlookers on the scenes playing out in front of them.
The sounds of a buzzing crackle caught Maggie’s attention as her gaze sought the source. She didn’t have to wait long. A large crowd had formed around one of the alcoves not far from where she stood. From there she made out the familiar glow of the violet wand. Familiar only to her through research and online videos. She’d always been curious…
Mesmerized she took a small step in that direction. A firm tug on her rope harness stopped her from wandering away. “It’s always one of the most popular play stations in the house,” Tucker whispered at her ear. “One I’d happily introduce you to when you’re ready.”
Maggie’s breath hitched. The sound of his voice snapped her back to reality. Yes, she’d come to observe and learn what happens in a private BDSM club, but more importantly she’d come here to be with Tucker. Everything else was secondary.
“I want you to explore, but you need to keep your head and try not to wander away from me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered easily. Little did he know, every time she called him Sir, her stomach jolted, making blood rush to certain parts. Maggie paused. Maybe he did know. Experienced Doms were said to be very aware of their sub’s desires and their reactions.
She swung around and faced Tucker. “Is that what it’s like for you?”
His forehead wrinkled as he looked down at her. “What on earth are you talking about?”
She laughed. It was easy to forget that she tended to have full conversations with herself in her head that no one else heard. “Sorry. I was just wondering if it’s easy for you to read a submissive’s needs through their body language.”
Tucker drew her into his arms, crushing her breasts against the soft material of his shirt. For a second the sensations swam through her head, making her forget she’d even asked a question. Her nipples were more sensitive than ever and the slightest touch to the aroused skin threatened to set her off. Of course there was also his delicious scent that made her want to bury her face in his chest.
“Doms aren’t mind readers, Maggie. Although I have studied body language in all its forms extensively. A lifetime ago I thought I was pretty good at it and it has often served me well.”