Something stirred inside her. What would that feel like? To be tied up and helpless, at the mercy of another woman? She examined the bound woman’s face. It was so euphoric. What was it about all this that could make someone feel that way?
Beside her, Lindsey finished off her drink. Her eyes flicked to the dance floor. “Want to go dance?”
“Sure,” Faith replied. The fact that there was a dance floor was just about the only normal thing about this club. And right now, Faith needed a dose of normal.
Lindsey leaned over to where Camilla sat nearby and spoke quietly to her. Camilla nodded, then kissed her passionately, as if she were leaving for another country rather than just the dance floor.
Faith rolled her eyes. Although she was happy that her friend had found love, Lindsey and Camilla had been together for a year now, and they still hadn’t left that honeymoon period. It was sickeningly sweet. Faith couldn’t help but envy them. Sometimes, she wondered if that kind of love would ever exist for her. After all, life had taught her that love always came with strings.
Lindsey pried herself away from Camilla and pulled Faith to the dance floor. They’d had a few drinks, and Faith was feeling the buzz. She let herself get carried away by the music and the crowd, the glamour and the flickering lights. It didn’t take long before she was lost in this dark, twisted world.
Faith’s eyes flicked over to the cage in the corner again. The woman inside hadn’t left it all night. The other woman sat perched on top of the cage now.
Suddenly, the woman atop the cage met Faith’s eye across the room and shot Faith a smile that reminded her of a large cat.
Faith looked away sharply, wiping her brow. She and Lindsey had been dancing for some time now, and she was starting to sweat. She leaned toward Lindsey and yelled over the music. “I’m going to grab a drink.”
Lindsey nodded. Faith headed to the bar and asked for a glass of water. She’d had too many cocktails already. As she gulped her glass of water down, someone sidled up beside her.
“Hey.”
Faith turned. Next to her stood the woman who had been sitting on the top of the cage. Now, standing before Faith in impractically high heels, she seemed positively Amazonian.
“First time here?” the woman asked .
Faith frowned. “What gave it away?”
“You just have that look.” The woman smiled. “Like a kid in a candy store.” She leaned down against the bar in a way that highlighted her generous chest. “I saw you dancing out there. You look like a woman who isn’t afraid to take a walk on the wild side. Want someone to show you what this place is about?”
“Uh…” Faith had to admit, she was intrigued by everything around her. But she wasn’t interested
in this stranger.
She glanced toward the cage where the other woman waited.
“Don’t worry about her,” the woman said. “My girlfriend likes having another submissive to play with.”
“What makes you think I’m a submissive?”
The woman raised an eyebrow. “So you prefer the other end of the whip?”
“No. I don’t.” Faith held up her hands. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m not interested. All this, it isn’t for me.”
“If you say so.” The woman straightened up. “Come find me if you change your mind and I’ll give you a taste. Of course, I might make you grovel first.” The woman winked at her before walking away.
Faith shook herself and finished off her glass of water. She’d wanted an interesting night out, and she’d certainly gotten that. As she turned back toward the dance floor, something caught her eye. No, not something.
Someone.
Standing by the bar, half shrouded in darkness, was a woman. Her blonde hair was dead straight, the sharp ends of it grazing her bare shoulders. She was dressed in a black corset of silk and lace that cinched her waist tight, along with a short leather skirt, fishnet stockings, and heels.
Faith stared, unable to tear her eyes away. The woman gave off this unmistakable air of superiority that immediately told Faith that she was a Domme. The room was full of women like her, but this woman was different. She radiated this confidence that was so captivating.
But that wasn’t all that drew Faith’s eye. The woman?
She almost looked like Eve.
It was a crazy thought. Faith couldn’t even see the woman’s face. Was this mixed up attraction Faith felt toward Eve so bad that her mind was seeing Eve everywhere?