Infatuation - A Club Destiny Novel (27 page)

“
McKenna Thorne, meet
Mistress Serena. She’s in charge of The Club.”

“
Nice to meet you,”
McKenna replied, not holding her hand out or moving in any
way.

Tag watched in amazement
as McKenna kept her eyes up and locked with the Domme’s. Most
people, it didn’t matter whether it was a man or a woman, seemed to
lower their eyes when Mistress Serena scrutinized them.

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.

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

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.

“
Is there a difference
between this floor and the next?” she questioned Tag as they made
their way back to the staircase.

“
Yes.” Tag turned and
looked down at her. “Since everyone has to stop at this floor, they
only allow certain activities here. The hardcore scenes are
upstairs. They figure that not everyone is into some of the things
these people come up with, and this allows a member the opportunity
to decide for themselves just how much they can handle.”

“
But what about the rooms
downstairs?” McKenna knew that at least one of the scenes
downstairs was not for the faint of heart.

“
A member has to submit in
writing what they intend to use the room for as well as everything
that they could engage in while they are there. Mistress Serena
reviews every application and decides whether she’s willing to
allow it on the ground level or not.”

“
But what makes her a good
judge on what’s appropriate? She’s a Domme.” McKenna
retorted.

“
Trust me; she doesn’t let
anyone get out of hand.” Tag grinned and then took her hand,
leading her up the second flight of stairs. “Are you sure you’re
ready for this?”

“
Yes.” McKenna was curious
to see what exactly they considered hardcore.

On the third floor, as
they made their way around the perimeter, she found it almost
impossible to look into each of the rooms. She didn’t have much of
a choice because all of the walls on this floor were made of glass
as well and surprisingly, there were even more people sitting in
the viewing rows than the other floor.

She saw everything from a man licking a
woman’s shoes to a man wearing a diaper while a woman spoon fed him
something and varying degrees of other, less attractive things
going on.

“
Ok, I think I’m good,”
McKenna told Tag as they neared the stairs once again. She was
ready to get back to one of the other floors. Either that, or
perhaps rip her own eyeballs out.

Thankfully, Tag descended
the stairs until they were back on the ground floor where he led
her back to the bar and ordered more drinks. Once they were served,
he took a step back, gesturing with his hand for her to lead the
way. She appreciated that he was allowing her a few minutes to get
acquainted with her surroundings. Not that she hadn’t seen
everything before in some form or fashion, but this was the real
reason she was here.

Considering for the last
few days, McKenna had been playing house with a man she continued
to find more and more compelling the longer she was around him, she
knew this was what she had worked so hard to get to. Being with Tag
was a bonus, one that she was pretty sure would only last as long
as the contract specified. So, being the savvy business woman she
prided herself to be, McKenna set about the room, attempting to log
everything into her memory for use later.

Surprisingly, there were
two different scenes from the ones earlier when they arrived. She
was just grateful they were much more sexually stimulating than
where they had just been on the third floor.

Now, if the alcohol would
only help to erase what she’d just witnessed up there, McKenna
might just be able to get on with their night.

~*~*~

For the last few minutes, Tag had followed
close behind McKenna, doing his best not to disturb her as he
watched in amazement the way she mentally archived every little
detail of the club into that brilliant mind of hers.

He was glad for this
little diversion also because it allowed him to forget the few
things they had just witnessed on the third floor of the club.
There was a reason he didn’t go up there. He was a staunch
supporter of the term “to each his own”, but he also knew better
than to subject himself to that type of activity. It did absolutely
nothing for him.

To his relief, McKenna
didn’t seem to be bothered by it one way or the other, aside from
her enthusiastic agreement to leave. Now that they were back on the
ground floor, surrounded by writhing, thrusting bodies in various
stages of dress, she seemed to be once again focused on the most
intriguing aspect of the club.

When she stopped to linger
in front of one of the glass rooms again, Tag moved closer, taking
her empty glass from her hand and depositing it on a table near
them along with his. Pulling her up against him, Tag pressed his
chest against her back, wrapping his arms around her waist as the
fresh, sexy scent of her hair lingered in front of him.

He glanced at the room
McKenna was fixated on, seeing Mistress Serena once again, but this
time she had two men with her, one of them on his knees before her
with his tongue buried in her pussy. Tag recognized the one licking
her cunt as one of her submissives while the other was a regular
member of the club who repeatedly requested Mistress Serena’s
company.

Holding McKenna close to
him, Tag felt her chest begin to rise and fall more rapidly as the
scene played out before them, and he knew, without hearing, that
her breathing was becoming a little more labored. Her arousal was
proof that she had all but forgotten about what had transpired on
the third floor, and he was grateful.

As she leaned into him,
Tag slid his hands beneath the hem of her shirt, caressing the
smooth skin he found there. Sweeping her silky hair out of the way,
Tag tilted his head down and gently sucked on her neck until she
was pressing against him. He wondered if she even realized she was
doing it. In fact, she seemed so focused on the scene in front of
her, he wondered whether she knew he was even touching
her.

When she turned in his
arms and pulled his head down to hers, crushing her mouth to his,
he got his answer. She apparently liked it.

Kissing her back was the hardest thing he’d
done in a long time because he was trying to keep himself under
control. With several people hanging around, their eyes just as
easily roaming the two of them as much as the trio in the room, he
wanted to ensure McKenna knew exactly what she was doing.

When she pulled back and those exotic eyes
locked with his, he held his breath. He didn’t care what she said
next, as long as the result was going to be him buried inside of
her in the very near future.

“
You were going to show me
that room, weren’t you?”

It was his turn to be
speechless as he nodded his head and took her hand, damn near
dragging her back to the stairs. He managed to slow down as they
ascended, but how he wasn’t sure. He just needed to put his hands
on her. All over her. Everywhere.

He wanted to drown out all
of the chaos in his brain and the only way he found that was
possible was to lose himself in McKenna. Ever since that very first
kiss in his car, Tag noticed that the noise in his head quieted
when he touched her. The only thing he couldn’t seem to get past
was the place.

The club didn’t bother
him, in fact, he had frequented it on many occasions, reaping its
full benefits, but with McKenna, it just felt different. For the
first time in his life, he questioned whether or not he wanted
strangers witnessing the ecstasy he managed to find in McKenna’s
arms. Maybe it was the vulnerability he felt when she unraveled him
with just her eyes, or the barest of touches.

As they approached the second floor, Tag
realized it was too late to think about it now. The only option he
had was to continue until one or both of them firmly decided
otherwise.

Approaching the security
guard, Tag typed his code into a small, portable keypad the man
held out in front of him. The guard glanced down at the small
screen before turning it back for Tag to see. On the screen were
three red numbers that corresponded to the room they’d been
assigned. Nodding his head, he walked as slow as his long legs
would allow with McKenna in tow.