Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (26 page)

“
You could’ve joined me.”
Tag grinned for what seemed like the first time that
day.

“
I could have. But I
figured you’d need all of your energy for tonight.”

As if she had thrown ice
water on him, Tag’s smile disappeared, and he turned his attention
to the computer screen. McKenna headed into the bathroom, unable to
stop thinking about what his reaction actually meant.

*** ~~ *** ~~ *** ~~ ***

It was probably easier to
get into the White House, McKenna thought to herself as they
continued down a narrow corridor that would lead to The Club @ Club
Destiny. Yes, she learned earlier that this risqué, off the grid
place had been dubbed The Club by the members. And if they would
ever actually get in there, she might be a little more
excited.

So, after the first
security coded entrance – which she quickly learned was manned by
an armed security guard and required each person enter their own
personally assigned code – there were two additional doors that
required more codes, but these were tricky ones because they were
personally assigned based on the member's application and the
questions were random. McKenna had filled out all of the necessary
paperwork with Luke earlier which allowed her this one time only
entry.

By the time they finally
arrived at the actual club’s main entrance, they were required to
show ID which was scrutinized more by the club’s security than even
the TSA at the airport.

Once McKenna stepped
inside, she immediately realized what all the fuss was about. And
yes, this was definitely what these members paid for. From where
she stood, it appeared to be one open room, probably close to four
thousand square feet if she had to guess.

To her immediate right and
left, there were bars, but these weren’t just any bars. The front
and top were made of glass, outlined in neon LED lights – one pink
and the other blue. Behind the bar, the wall was one solid mirror
with short, glowing glass shelves the same color as the respective
bar, randomly placed holding three liquor bottles on each shelf.
And, if that wasn’t enough to catch someone’s attention, the
bartenders at each bar definitely would.

The bar on the left –
outlined in blue LED lights – was obviously for the men – or at
least for the men who were seeking women. The bartenders - two of
them - were wearing bras that were anything but. They were made out
of slinky chains, and they wrapped around the full naked breasts of
each woman. Through the glass, McKenna could see that each woman
also wore thigh high black boots and the tiniest scrap of lace in
the form of a G-string.

As for the bar on the
right – outlined in pink LED lights – there were two men who either
lived in the gym when they weren’t working, or were just blessed
with amazingly good genes. To her surprise, they were actually
wearing more than the women. Both wore a pair of faded, well-worn
blue jeans that rode low on their lean hips. Of course, they were
shirtless, but both men had a collar around his neck. And not like
the Chippendale’s collars. No, these were leather dog
collars.

McKenna couldn’t stop
herself from staring at any of them. The women were exotically
beautiful, and the men were mouthwateringly scrumptious. She
should’ve known.

There was barely enough
light in the entire space to see much of what was going on, and
with the concrete floors that appeared to be painted black and the
walls that sported the same dark color, McKenna’s eyes had to
adjust, especially after having been drawn to the bright
LEDs.

When Tag took her hand,
she turned her attention to him, realizing he was staring at her.
She smiled up into his handsome face, suddenly thankful for his
presence as it brought her a sense of security she hadn’t realized
she would need.

“
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.

He wasn’t into it tonight
and maybe that’s because of the confusing urge to lock McKenna up
and keep her for himself that had taken him by surprise just a
short while ago.

Possessive? Yes, he
appeared to have developed a sudden longing to ensure no other man
– or woman – ever took part in the pleasure that only McKenna could
bestow upon them. He wanted her all to himself.

And wasn’t that just fucked up crazy?

Tag had always been the
dominant partner, yet with McKenna, he had met his match. She was
in no way submissive, and in many ways he figured she could give
him a run for his money. And it fucking turned him on.

Now that didn’t mean he’d
lost every kinky desire he’d ever harbored because truth be told,
he wouldn’t have any problem taking her to one of the rooms
upstairs, slowly removing every last stitch of clothing she had on
and ravishing her while others watched. That’s one kink he doubted
he would ever get over.

But sharing her with
another person was not going to happen. Not tonight. Maybe not
ever.

When she looked up at him, he could damn
near taste the lust pulsating through her veins. This turned her
on. Was it the voyeuristic aspect? Or did she fantasize about
herself inside of one of those rooms living out her deepest,
darkest fantasies?

Tag didn’t know the answer to any of the
questions that plagued him, but he did know that before he took
McKenna to view the upstairs rooms, he wanted to introduce her to
Mistress Serena – the woman in charge of The Club. While they
waited for her to be finished with her subs, Tag took McKenna back
to the bar.

“
What would you like?” he
asked, realizing he wasn’t quite sure whether she drank anything
more than wine.

“
Vodka and Seven please,”
McKenna told the bartender when she approached.

The music was loud, but not too loud that
they couldn’t have a civil conversation, so as they waited, Tag
turned to her. “What do you think so far?”

“
It’s... interesting.” Her
smile had the ability to make his blood boil.

“
Just
interesting?”

“
Do you want my
professional opinion, or my personal one?”

“
What’s the
difference?”

“
If I look through my
professional lens, I could describe every nuance and detail down to
what the women and men in the cages are doing right at this very
moment. Or even the group settled on the large round sofa in the
center of the room. If I look through my personal lens, I’d tell
you that it’s interesting in a fetish club sort of way.”

“
So, are you saying this
doesn’t turn you on?” he asked, taking the two drinks the bartender
sat in front of him and slipping her a twenty dollar bill as a tip.
The drinks were free in the club, but the tips were
appreciated.

“
It absolutely turns me
on,” she clarified. “But that doesn’t mean it’s something that
appeals to me right now.”

“
Do you like being
watched?”

That was part of the intrigue of the club,
he knew. The voyeuristic aspect – the watching and being watched –
was what most people really sought when they came to a place like
this. There were the hardcore masochistic types, and before the
night was through, he was sure they’d see some things that would
damn near blow her mind.

Because it was dark, Tag couldn’t tell
whether his question made McKenna blush or not, but he could see
from the look in her eyes that she was hesitant in answering
him.

“
Do you?” he asked
again.

“
Yes.”

Tag fought the urge to
pull her against him right then and there and do to her the things
he’d dreamed about since the day he met her. Instead, he kept his
distance, leaving the few inches between them as he glanced back at
the first room, noticing Mistress Serena was, in fact, coming out
of the room.

And walking directly toward them.

Tag saw McKenna’s eyes
widen as Mistress Serena approached, holding a stainless steel
whipping rod in her hand.

“
Mr. Murphy, I see you
brought your guest.” Mistress Serena’s sultry voice was
surprisingly calmer than he was used to, and he noticed she seemed
more fixated on McKenna. Tag wondered whether it was the immensely
dominating personalities that both women exhibited.

Did Mistress Serena see McKenna as a threat?
The thought intrigued him.