Lindsey sensed Faith’s hesitation. “Don’t worry, it’s just club rules, some waivers. An NDA. The people who go here just like to know their privacy is protected, for obvious reasons.” She lowered her voice. “Don’t be surprised if you see a famous face or two inside. Just remember, what happens at Lilith’s stays at Lilith’s.”
Faith signed the papers and handed the clipboard back to the woman. The bouncer opened the inner door for them and nodded to Faith. “Welcome to Lilith’s Den.”
Faith walked through the door, staring around in awe. The dark club was packed with women, all of them drinking, chatting, and dancing. Most were dressed in all black, some in cocktail dresses and suits, others in leather, corsets, and sky-high stilettos. A few had collars and restraints on, wearing them as casually as jewelry.
The club itself was so lavish. It was like she’d entered another world, one of luxury beyond imagining. The people, the drinks, the decor—it all spoke of opulence and grandeur with a dash of sin.
A couple walked by, one in a latex bodysuit, the other wearing nothing but a thong and a thick leather collar with metal spikes. Faith gaped at her. All this kink and debauchery? It didn’t bother Faith. It was kind of thrilling.
Clearly, she’d been spending too much time with Lindsey.
“We’re over there.” Lindsey pointed to a dimly lit corner where her girlfriend sat with another dark-haired woman Faith didn’t know.
They headed over to the table. As soon as Camilla spotted them, she stood up and embraced Faith warmly.
“Lovely to see you,” Camilla kissed the air next to Faith’s cheek. “Has Lindsey told you about our party coming up?”
“Yep. I’ll be there.” Faith never turned down an invitation to go to Lindsey and Camilla’s mansion, especially when there was a party involved.
Lindsey introduced Faith to the woman sitting next to Camilla. “This is Vanessa. She owns Lilith’s Den.”
“Nice to meet you.” Vanessa folded her arms on the table in front of her. “I hear it’s your first time here?”
“Yes,” Faith said.
“And what do you think of my little club?”
“It’s… interesting.”
A smile played on Vanessa’s lips. “Don’t worry, no one in here bites. Not unless you want them to.”
Faith’s skin flushed. She sat down next to Lindsey. A few minutes later, they were joined by Vanessa’s fiancée, along with a couple of other women. Lindsey introduced them to Faith, but she was so overwhelmed by everything around her that she forgot their names. Somehow, she ended up with a cocktail in her hand.
It wasn’t long before the conversation turned to people and things Faith knew nothing about. Her eyes drifted around the room. In one corner, a tall, curvy woman stood beside a cage, inside which another woman kneeled. Nearby, a woman was tied to a cross, another woman pressed against her, her hand up the inside of the bound woman’s top. The woman on the cross had a look of ecstasy on her face.
Suddenly, the room felt warm.
“See, I told you this was boring,” Lindsey said.
Faith tore her eyes away. “Hm?”
“Oh?” Lindsey grinned. “I thought that distant look in your eyes was because you were bored, not because you were distracted. Something catch your interest?”
Faith crossed her arms. “No.”
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“I’m not embarrassed, because I’m not interested in any of this.” She gestured across the room. “I don’t want to be stuffed in a cage!”
Lindsey rolled her eyes. “Do you think Camilla stuffs me in a cage? Although that might just be because she hasn’t thought of that yet.” She glanced at her girlfriend. “Anyway, all this stuff, it isn’t about whips and cages. It isn’t even about sex, or anything physical. It’s about so much more than that.”
“I know.” Faith and Lindsey had had this conversation a dozen times before. But it wasn’t the sexual side of this kinky world that Faith was disturbed by. Although she’d been brought up to see desire of any kind as shameful, she’d gotten over it long ago. These days, she was pretty adventurous when it came to her sexuality.
No, Faith knew all too well what these kinds of relationships were about. Submission. Power. Control. And Faith hated being controlled. She hated being powerless.
A waitress wandered past. Faith caught her eye and ordered another drink, then changed the subject. She and Lindsey had plenty to catch up on.
But as the night wore on, Faith’s eyes kept wandering around the club. At the far end, there was a small stage on which a near-naked woman was suspended from the ceiling, being tied up in all kinds of knots by another woman, all in front of the watching audience. Lindsey and the others were paying it all no mind, but Faith couldn’t help but stare. It was so sensual. So erotic.