Scott waved at the guy by the door. “Hey, Sarge.”
The bouncer nodded slightly. She pitied any fool who would try to get past Sarge without the proper invitation.
Trixie handed Eric a key. “Have fun.” She gave Megan a wink and then giggled. “I love first timers, don’t you, Sarge?”
Again, a single nod came from the man, making her wonder what went on inside his head. Something dark and dangerous most likely.
As her guys walked her into Phase Four’s main area, she began to tremble, feeling anxious and expectant.
“Slow night,” Scott said.
It didn’t look slow to her. The place was bustling with bodies. Phase Four was much bigger than she’d imagined it would be. Most were mingling around the three stages, which were all set to the left side of the massive space. To the right was a dance floor with a bar, which she’d already been told served water or juices only—no beer, wine, or liquor.
On two of the stages scenes were being performed.
She looked back and forth at her escorts. God, they were handsome. They obviously could’ve had their pick here from the stares and smiles coming their direction from many of the women in the place. She was glad Eric and Scott had chosen her outfit, though Eric had been the primary lead on that. She didn’t feel so out of place in the leather boots, miniskirt, and white cotton top, which was more snug than she was used to wearing but clearly on the conservative side for Phase Four by what she was seeing.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she saw a woman on the center stage being spanked with the scariest looking paddle she’d ever seen, not that she’d seen many.
She turned her head away, back to the part of Phase Four that looked more like a nightclub than a sex club. The dance floor was bustling with club members. She loved to dance, but had never danced as erotically as the majority of the crowd tonight was. Lasers filled the space and hip-hop music thumped bass notes on her skin.
“What do you think about our club?” Scott’s voice rolled out of his mouth like a growl from a predator.
“It’s a little overwhelming, Sir.” Megan answered as she’d been instructed to back at the mansion. They’d already assumed their roles.
She felt her eyes widen when she spotted the man on the far stage thrashing a woman who was on a thing that looked like a giant X, which she knew from her books must’ve been a St. Andrew’s Cross. He was standing about ten feet from her with a whip. Its crack in the air made Megan jump and her heart skip a beat.
Eric pointed across the room. “That’s our friend Josh. He’s also our pilot. He’s one of the club’s resident Doms. I don’t know who the sub is. Do you, Scott?”
“It looks like Baby to me.”
Eric nodded. “Yes, it is Baby.”
Baby? Was that her real name? Surely not.
The crack of the whip and Baby’s moans were like music. Josh was the conductor, making the symphony. But it was more than that. The little welts he was painting on her flesh were so beautiful. Megan could imagine herself up there with Eric and Scott, feeling the bite of their whips. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to quell the urgency she was feeling in her pussy.
Her nerves were getting the best of her. She’d actually been the one to request this outing. Had that been a mistake? Eric and Scott had jumped on the idea. Now that Felix was dead and Kip couldn’t bother them any longer, they might be able to have some fun together. How long had it been since they’d had sex? Her first. Their…? Millionth, probably. That didn’t bother her any longer. They’d helped her see that she could trust herself, and thereby, she could trust them.
She liked the Dom attire Eric and Scott were wearing. Leather pants, combat boots, black T-shirts, and black Stetsons. They were her two black knights and she was their princess.
Eric touched her thigh. “Ready, little one?”
Her mouth dropped. “To go up on one of those stages, Sir?”
He grinned. “You’re definitely not ready for that one. No. Are you ready to go see the room we had set up for you?”
She tried to answer, but it came out more like a choke. Neither Eric nor Scott looked away. “How, Sir? How did you set up a room for me? We’ve been together all day.”
“She’s going to be a handful, Eric.”
“Four handfuls, Scott.”
Trying to calm herself, she took a deep breath. “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”
Eric cupped her chin and fixed his eyes on her. His stare only made her even more jittery and hot. “Better, little one. Much better. You can ask questions all you want, but you must answer our questions first. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”