and lose herself in the music?
Finishing off my drink, I slide the glass away and slip off the stool before I’m
tempted to order another. As much as I’d like to succumb to the pleasant buzz a
few drinks bring, I want to have all my wits when dealing with Xavier.
I prepared myself to see him again as much as I’m capable of in such a short
amount of time, but I’m not delusional enough to believe that he’s not going to
rip open old wounds in a matter of seconds. But I’m stronger than I was, and I
will never bleed for him again.
Once I make my way downstairs, Zade will follow soon after. While he trusts
me to handle myself, he still refuses to leave me on my own.
I can't deny that his presence brings me strength, and when facing one of my
abusers, I’ll take as much as I can get.
Releasing a slow exhale, I find the curtain that leads downstairs, where men
and women come and go. Ducking my head, I follow behind a couple, their hands roaming all over each other with every step.
The smell of sex permeates the air when I emerge from another curtained
entryway.
Down here, a significant number of bodies occupy the space—at least half of them is in a state of undress. Several women bare their breasts for others to touch and kiss. A few men have their hands up dresses or deep inside another man’s trousers.
Nothing is off-limits down here, and I have to remind myself that this is consensual. This isn’t like when me and the other girls were punished together, a room full of naked bodies but several of us unwilling.
For a moment, I stop to take it all in. Familiarize myself with sex that creeps
along the edge of innately wicked yet brings nothing short of pleasure and desire. For everyone involved.
Truthfully, I’m envious. I miss the freedom of sex, and my comfort with it.
Even when a dangerous, imposing man forced it on me, my body still crowed for
it, even if my head screamed otherwise. Now, the thought of it feels like taking a
strong drug and getting too high. It’s a nerve-racking feeling because control is
unattainable, and it becomes a constant battle of talking yourself down from panicking.
Forcing my shoulders to ease, I glance around the room, looking for anyone
who resembles Xavier. Most are wearing half-masks, leaving their mouths
uncovered for… purposes.
Heart pounding, I weave through the bodies, searching for him and coming
up empty.
It isn’t until fifteen minutes later that Zade directs, “Found him. He’s down the hallway in the viewing rooms.”
I spot the hallway to my left, swallowing when I find how dark and uninviting
it looks. Holding my breath, I sidle past writhing bodies, ducking away from a
few wandering hands.
My heart hammers in my chest when I enter the hallway. Neon red lights line
the ceiling on either side, illuminating the space in the color that represents debauchery. It reminds me of a haunted house in a way, but instead of screams of terror, it’s screams of pleasure.
“You can do this, Addie,” Zade encourages, voice soft. He must be able to hear my heavy breathing. Perspiration coats my forehead and the back of my neck as I walk into a room I would’ve thought I’d only see in movies.
There are three massive glass windows in each wall surrounding me. Behind
each window is a room, a couple in various stages of sex. Straight ahead, a woman is on all fours while a man stands behind her and whips her ass with a cane.
The couple to my left is trading oral sex. The man stands with the woman in his arms, flipped upside down. I cock my head, a little curious how hard that would be to do.
To my right, the woman is chained to the bed, writhing as a man in a leather
suit whips her.
There must be speakers in the rooms because their moans are just as loud as
they would be if I were standing next to them.
Several voyeurs stand both in and outside the rooms, watching the couples while subtly touching themselves or the person next to them.
I shift apprehensively, beginning to feel way out of my element.
“Incoming, baby,” Zade warns, but I hardly hear him. I’m so hypnotized by what’s happening in front of me that I don’t notice the person approaching, not until their voice is in my ear.
“Which one intrigues you the most?”
I startle, unable to contain the gasp. My heart pounds in my chest, and my stomach flutters from the fright.
I’d recognize his voice anywhere. I hear it so often in my nightmares; I fear
I’ll never forget it.
Xavier stands next to me, hands casually in his pockets as he watches on.
Half of his face is covered by a black mask with a silver diamond painted over
one eye.
“Terribly sorry to scare you,” he murmurs, the smirk on his face indicating he’s not sorry at all.
He doesn’t recognize me yet. I’m wearing a dark brown wig to help conceal
my identity, but I imagine he’ll figure out who I am the moment he hears me speak. My huskier voice has always been easily identifiable.
Xavier’s presence is suffocating, and it takes several more seconds to drag my
gaze away, fighting to wrestle my heart back down.
Swallowing nervously, I face the couple straight ahead where the man is now
fucking the woman from behind, bright red welts across her ass and thighs. Her
hands are cuffed behind her back while the man uses her locked hands as an anchor. Her screams are high-pitched and sharp with pleasure, and once more, I feel a stab of envy.
“Too shy?” he prompts. Rolling my red-stained lips, I nod, hoping that’ll satisfy him.
Don’t be shy, diamond, let me see how good you suck cock.
I squeeze my eyes shut, tilting my face away, so he doesn’t see how hard I
have to fight to pull myself together.
“I’m right behind you, baby,” Zade whispers. I don’t turn to look, but I feel
him anyway. He’s a force far stronger than the man standing next to me.
Instantly, I relax. Zade may be Hades, but the dark God has never been
known to bow for anyone but his woman. It gives me a small dose of power, enough to reignite my confidence.