Destination Desire

He led her back to the line—which seemed to have tripled since she’d left it—in front of Tied Up and pulled her through the mass of people.

“Hey!” she shouted over the din of noise. “Shouldn’t we wait in line?”

He turned around and flashed his gorgeous grin. Where had that adorable dimple on his left cheek come from? And did he have one on the right? It was covered by the mask.

“One of the perks of being with me. No waiting.”

When they reached the door to the club, her companion spoke in Thai to the large man taking names and money and then pulled her inside the building.

What followed was a complete assault on Heidi’s senses.

Vivid colors splashed through the large room crowded with costumed bodies. Red. Purple. Blue. Yellow. Dark and light. On a dance floor, bodies undulated, entwining around each other. Hands groped fleshy bare breasts and ass cheeks. Tongues laved over lips, chests. Shapely feminine legs twirled around masculine hips. The dancers moved not as individuals, but as one—one giant provocative display of hedonism.

Smoke hazed above the masked heads, but it didn’t smell like cigarettes. Or marijuana. It was a musky, earthy aroma, like patchouli incense. Deafening noise filled her ears, yet not one sound made any sense, as if the club itself made the noise, rather than the people who occupied it. Above the commotion, music played. An alternative metal sound. Not Heidi’s favorite, but somehow it fit the atmosphere.

She held tight to Phantom’s hand as he led her through the crowd. The tight squeeze meant she brushed bodies with those she passed. A pair of lush breasts nudged her from one side, a pair of hard silicone enhanced ones assaulted her from the other. A hard male body nearly tripped her. The man mumbled something in Thai and stepped out of her way.

Phantom pulled her through the throng to a lone table amidst the sea of confusion. The booth graced a dark corner and boasted a perfect view of several platforms.

“My table,” he said, holding a chair for her. “Please, have a seat, and we can order a drink. The show’s about to start.”

“Show?”

His lips curved into a lazy half smile. “Watch the platforms,” he whispered, his breath a hot caress against her cheek and ear.

A scantily clad server appeared quickly.

“What would you like to drink?” Phantom asked.

“I…” Her heart pounded. What was wrong with her? She shouldn’t get drunk. She probably shouldn’t drink at all. As attracted as she was to her stranger, she still didn’t know anything about him, other than he owned a BDSM club. Which should scare the hell out of her a lot more than it did. “Maybe just water to start.”

“Perfect. I’ll have the same.” The waitress left, and he slid onto the bench beside Heidi. “Here they come.”

Heidi stared at the three raised platforms. Two bare-chested, finely-sculpted men rose onto one, and two leather-clad women graced another. But it was the third that drew Heidi’s gaze like a magnet. A beautiful Thai woman, her straight ebony hair flowing to her waist, backed against a muscular black man, grinding into him with rhythmic movements matching the music.

“Wh-What are they going to do?”

“Watch and see, teerak.” He snaked around her waist and drew her close.

The warmth of his body seeped into her, making her skin prickle.

Heidi closed her eyes, inhaled his woodsy fragrance, and exhaled as smoothly as she could. When she opened her eyes, the black man had unlaced the woman’s corset and was fondling her breasts as she continued to undulate against him. His long brown fingers plucked at her brick-red nipples, and Heidi’s own nipples tightened.

“Do you like to watch?” Phantom whispered.

Did she nod? Heidi wasn’t sure. In her peripheral vision, she saw snippets of the two homosexual couples kissing and grinding into each other, but she remained focused on the center platform.

“Are your nipples hard, teerak?” her companion whispered, his hand cupping her breast.

She jerked at his intimate touch, yet the scalding heat of his palm relaxed her, and she sighed.

“Do you like how he pinches her?”

Moisture pooled between Heidi’s legs. More than her next breath, she wanted her handsome stranger’s light bronze fingers on her nipples, between her legs, embedded in her hot cunt.

Her breath hitched when the dark-skinned man turned the woman to face him, forced her to her knees, and freed his massive cock. He thrust it into her mouth and fisted his hands in her hair, pulling and pushing her. Her pink lips encircled him.

Fingers crept under Heidi’s waistband, pulling out her shirt and sneaking up her flesh. Phantom pinched her nipple through the lace of her bra. She shuddered.