“You look fabulous and fill out that top better than me. Come on. Sydney’s keeping Master Caden company upstairs while he monitors, but Avery is at the bar with Master Grayson. Remember,” Nan added as she reached for the door, “respectful titles or you’ll get reprimanded.”
“Not spanked?” Tamara meant that as a joke as she entered behind Nan, but her friend turned a serious look on her.
“No, at least not tonight. But you will if you return, which I hope you’ll want to do.”
A sultry voice crooned to an erotic beat that was somehow fitting for the electric, sexually charged atmosphere Tamara stepped into. Lighting nestled in the overhead rafters shed enough of a glow onto the spacious lower level to make it easy to see everyone and everything. She cast a quick glance toward the low cries and flesh-slapping sounds emanating from the loft, her eyes widening when she could just barely make out the shapes of a few apparatus and the writhing, naked bodies attached to them. She went hot and cold all at once, shivering from the impact of viewing scenes of a lifestyle that had first sparked her curiosity five long years ago.
Nan’s giggle drew her attention, her rueful smile prompting Tamara to return the grin. “Am I gawking like the newbie I am?”
“Oh, yeah, and I love it. At least you’re not turning tail and running.”
“No…” She stumbled to a halt as they came to a table where a man was pressing his hand between the shoulder blades of the woman bent over the back of a chair, his other hand smacking her bare, upturned, wiggling buttocks. “At least, not yet,” she muttered in an aside to Nan.
Taking her arm, Nan dragged her away from the scene Tamara found both intriguing and somewhat off-putting. She couldn’t imagine enjoying the humiliation of a public chastisement or those harsh swats, but that didn’t stop her cheeks from clenching as they wound their way to the bar in the center of the cavernous room. A heated wave of mortification spread up her neck and face as the man she recognized as Sheriff Monroe ran an appreciative gaze down to her breasts and her already turgid nipples puckered even tighter. Without looking down, she knew the thin satin revealed every prominent bump on her areolas and wished Nan had chosen something she could have worn a bra with.
With a quick, guilty glance at Avery, Tamara hopped onto the stool next to her. “Wow, this place is… something,” she stated, hunching over as she propped her arms on the bar top.
“Relax, Tamara. Everyone’s okay with looking,” Master Grayson drawled around the toothpick in his mouth as he winked at Avery.
Avery reddened but smiled back at him. “It takes getting used to, that’s for sure. Sheesh, I’m still adjusting.” She shifted on the seat and a low groan slipped out of her mouth. “And learning Master Grayson’s limits.”
Nan laughed and remained standing between the two. “You love it as much as I do. Admit it.”
“Nan, sugar, no sub here loves discipline as much as you.” Grayson handed her a beer as he passed Tamara a drink card. “What can I get you? You’re limited to two alcohol drinks a night.”
“I’ll just stick with a soda, please.” She couldn’t seem to stop looking around; there was so much going on she wanted to keep her wits about her so as not to miss anything. The dance floor teemed with gyrating bodies, the few women dancing topless appearing comfortable having their partner’s hands all over their bouncing flesh. Two padded benches situated on the wall opposite of the dance floor drew her gaze, and she couldn’t seem to drag her eyes away from the one occupied by a curvy blonde. Even several feet away she could hear the girl’s grunts and see her damp response to the Dom’s grinding possession of her ass. “I see what you mean, Avery.” Taking the cold Pepsi from Master Grayson, she looked away from his knowing smirk and eased the sudden dryness coating her throat with a long swallow as he moved away to serve someone else.
“How about I give you a tour? We can…” A look of pleasure and excitement flitted across Nan’s face and Tamara swiveled to see a tall, light-haired man approaching who looked vaguely familiar.
“Master Dan,” Nan purred with a small smile. Her soft voice carried a hint of need Tamara couldn’t fail to miss.
“Nan.” Holding out his hand in silent invitation, Nan hesitated, looking back at Tamara.
“Thank you, Sir, but I have a guest…”
“Go,” Tamara interjected quickly. “Trust me, I’m fine just sitting here, watching.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’ll stay until Master Grayson’s bar tending shift is up,” Avery offered.
Nan nodded. “Okay, thanks.” Taking Master Dan’s hand, she finger-waved, saying, “I’ll come find you shortly.”
Dan’s dark chocolate eyes went to slits. “I don’t rush my scenes.”
Nervous and embarrassed, Tamara muttered, “Go, shoo. I’m fine. Don’t hurry.”
“I’ve seen that man in action and noticed how much he enjoys taking his time,” Avery told Tamara as they both watched the other couple climb the stairs to the loft.
“We’ve been friends for years, but I know very little about her interest in all of this.” Tamara waved a hand out. “I do remember her always being in a good mood following a night spent here. He’s the lawyer, right?” At the snap of leather on bare skin, her eyes wandered up to the loft again.
Avery nodded. “Yes and was a big help when I returned to Chicago to give my statement against two corrupt cops. I’ll tell you more about that later, as I can see your mind is elsewhere.”
“Oh, sorry, I was listening but, wow, I can’t seem to get over how relaxed everyone is with all that’s going on.”
The next thirty minutes passed in a blur of names and information as Avery and Grayson introduced her to people and explained the rules. As Tamara’s embarrassment eased, she discovered her penchant for voyeurism hadn’t been a onetime thing and that she didn’t have to participate in a scene to enjoy herself, but curiosity grabbed hold as a dark-haired man strolled up to the bar and gave her a slow smile and appreciative look.
Holding out his hand, he introduced himself. “I’m Master Devin. I haven’t seen you in here before.”