A stone wall stood up ahead, and she noticed that the hallway split both left and right. Red carpet led to the left and bare stone floor to the right. Light filled the hallway with the red carpet, but darkness was the only thing to their right. “Please tell me we are going left.”
He gripped her hand. “Aye, Jesenia. We go left.”
She released a breath she hadn’t remembered holding as she walked with him toward a desk. The hallway was much wider, allowing her to remain comfortably at his side. A door next to the desk swung open and a tall woman exited.
Blue-and-green stripes mixed with her long, black hair. Dark eyeliner circled her eyes. A metal ball stud was on the left side of her nose and a matching small hoop decorated her bright-red lips. A silver circle hung around her neck. Large breasts puffed up from the black leather bustier. A black micro-mini hung low on her lean hips. Pale skin showed on her thighs before they disappeared into thigh-high leather boots.
“Synthia, I’d like you to meet Jesenia.”
Jesenia’s gaze shot to Dorian. He knew the woman? She turned her attention back to the lady and accepted her outstretched hand.
“So this is the lass Seamus was going on about.” Synthia winked at Jesenia.
“We need inside, Synthia.”
“As my alpha wishes,” she replied with a beaming smile and stuck a key card into the door, pulling it open for them to pass.
Jesenia walked with Dorian behind Synthia down a dark hallway. The only illumination came from carpet running lights like those in movie theaters. They stopped in front of a door and Synthia whipped her key card out again and placed it into the electronic lock.
“Have fun,” Synthia said, smiling as she pulled open the door.
Jesenia swallowed hard and followed behind Dorian as they entered a large room. The dull mix of voices had her gaze panning the area. People from every walk of life peppered the room. Some were at a large bar on the back wall getting drinks, while others sat on sofas and in wingback chairs, talking and laughing. Fake torches lined the walls, casting a soft glow. Near the end of the bar a large, muscled man with long black hair tipped his head in their direction. Dorian acknowledged him with a similar nod.
There were several hallways that led off the room. Her feet never stopped moving as she continued her path through the people, not wanting to lose sight of Dorian. He led them down a hallway on the left.
Doors lined both sides of the passage. Some had white ribbons on the doorknobs and others didn’t. Dorian led her a little ways down the hall and stopped in front of a door marked with a ribbon. Jesenia watched as he slipped the fabric off the handle and shoved it in his pocket before opening the door.
“After you.”
She sucked in a fortifying breath and entered the dimly lit room. A plush red velvet sofa lined the back wall. The soft snick of the door closing at her back made her shiver. Her eyelids lowered to half-mast as Dorian’s hands came to rest on her shoulders. She scanned the rest of the room, her gaze stopping on an item in the opposite corner from the sofa.
Dorian skimmed his hands down her arms. “Do you want to play, lass?”
Jesenia’s heart rate accelerated as her lower lips grew slick with desire. A wooden spanking bench with red padded cushions sat in that corner, waiting…beckoning. She sighed as Dorian’s warm lips touched her neck. Her nipples became hard pebbles. Never had she played like this before.
She wanted to do this. But why? She didn’t even know Dorian that well, yet she was ready to give him control. She trusted him with her safety.
His hands moved to her hips, pushing up the fabric of her shirt. Strong calloused hands caressed her skin. She raised her hands, letting him guide her shirt up over her head. He tossed it aside and gripped her breasts.
On a moan, she leaned back into the solid strength of his body. His erection, hard and thick, pressed against her ass and she wiggled her hips against him. Her core pulsed as she grew wetter, soaking her panties.
Dorian growled next to her ear. “So sexy.”
She cried out as his teeth sank into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder, his bite hard enough to arouse but not hurt. The accompanying pinch to both of her nipples had her pussy throbbing. Hell, they hadn’t even got to the spanking part and already she wanted to feel his cock pushing into her.
As his fingers went to work on the fastenings of her jeans she toed her shoes off. Slowly he pushed the denim over her hips and down her legs. Thumbs hooked in the sides of her panties, he repeated the same slow motion. The clasp on her bra was next. She stepped free of the clothes around her ankles as she shimmied her arms, letting the lacy fabric slide down her arms to land on her jeans.