corset stood behind a counter.
"Hello, are you new to Bondage?"
In more ways than one, dear.
"Yep." Tyler flashed a smile.
She gave him a quick glance, but returned her gaze to me. "I'll need you to fill out a membership form." She handed me a tablet with the form on the screen. I knew for a fact I didn't want my real name on such a document, so I entered the name of Jack's ex-girlfriend, Ana and her new sugar daddy, Bernard Paulson, along with the address I remembered from the picture Jack had shown me.
The girl took the tablet from me, her fingers and eyes lingering on me as she did. "You are so pretty."
I gulped and felt very hot all of sudden. "Oh, th-thanks. You're very pretty too."
Tyler shook and broke into a coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
He nodded, unable to speak. I suddenly realized he was holding in laughter and rolled my eyes. "I will get you back for this," I whispered.
Tyler paid the membership and entry fees and headed for the entrance to the main part of the club. The girl handed me a slip of paper. When I took it, she leaned over the counter and murmured in my ear. "I can't fuck you when I'm working, but give me a call sometime." She bit my earlobe and moaned. "Mm, you taste so sweet."
I nearly fell over backwards with surprise. "Oh, uh, yes. It must be the bath salts."
She licked her lips and looked me up and down like a hungry wolf. I gripped Tyler's arm for support and let him guide me into the main club. Music throbbed from overhead speakers. There was a small dance floor with an equally small crowd, and a hallway lined with doors.
"She seems really nice," he said in a serious tone. "We should invite her over sometime."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Not really." He gave me a fierce kiss. "I don't want to share you with anyone."
I bit his lower lip a little harder than usual and smiled. "Good."
He looked at the hallway. "I guess we should just walk through and see if you pick up on anything."
"That should work well enough." I wanted to get out of this place as quickly as possible. The first room was unoccupied. A bed with vinyl mattress sat in the middle. I made note of the metal bars on the headboard and the pole in the far corner. "I somewhat expected chains hanging from the ceiling, or a colorful array of handcuffs."
"It must be BYOH." He pulled on the footboard. "Sturdy. I guess you could cuff someone to just about anything in here. Maybe use a ball gag and a whip." He smacked the whip he'd brought over the palm of his hand.
I raised an eyebrow. "If anyone is to be whipped tonight, it'll have to be you."
"Fair enough." Tyler winked.
The room across the hallway was empty, and the next two were locked. A whip cracked and someone moaned. We stopped outside an open door and saw a middle-aged man, naked but for a leather thong in his mouth, being flogged by a tall, busty brunette.
"You are my little piglet," she said in a commanding voice.
The man snorted. She whipped him again and he squealed like a real pig.
My mouth dropped open and my eyes flared wide. Tyler jerked me from the doorway and led me to a set of stairs. "They probably don't want you staring in open-mouthed horror at them."
"That was horrifying!" I looked back toward the open door. "How absolutely humiliating for that poor man."
"It's a thing, Em. Some people want to be completely dominated." He shrugged. "It's not my cup of tea, that's for sure."
"Nor mine." I shuddered. "I would never be able to dominate someone like that."
We took the stairs down into what could only be described as a dungeon. Every manner of torture device had its place in this room of horrors. I heard moans and cries of pleasure. We walked around a wooden wall lined with leather bindings and encountered a group of people indulging in an orgy on a large padded mat.
Tyler immediately pulled me in for a kiss. His lips brushed my ear. "Don't stare, Em, or if you do, act like you're enjoying it. We don't want to look out of
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