“That must have been agonizing.” Vanessa slid a hand underneath Mel’s coat and up the inside of her thigh.
The ache deep inside Mel grew. She closed her eyes.
“Did you think about me while I was gone?” Vanessa brushed her fingertips all the way up between Mel’s legs. The thin panties were no barrier to Vanessa’s probing fingers. “Did you imagine all the things I’m going to do to you?”
“Yes, Vanessa. Every single day.”
“It will be worth the wait. I promise.”
Mel bit back a moan. She didn’t want to test whether the privacy barrier was soundproof. But Vanessa was doing everything she could to derail her efforts.
“Now I know that you’re telling the truth about not touching yourself.” Vanessa pressed her finger into the wet spot on Mel’s panties. “This is far too easy.”
Mel whimpered. If Vanessa wanted to, she could make Mel come in seconds.
The car glided to a stop.
“We’re here.” Vanessa withdrew her hand and sat back.
Mel flattened out her coat and slowed her breaths. She was beginning to realize that Vanessa torturing her like this was not going to be a one-time occurrence. Elena opened Mel’s door. Mel thanked her and stepped out onto the sidewalk. At some point during their drive, they had crossed into a nicer part of town. Mel scanned the shop fronts before her. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for.
“Here we are,” Vanessa said.
Mel followed the path of Vanessa’s eyes. Nestled between two boutiques was a small, black door. There was a sign above the door with a name written on it in red cursive script: Lilith’s Den.
“It’s closed on Mondays. But I have a key.” Vanessa pulled a key out of her purse and unlocked the door. They walked inside. “This is it. Lilith’s Den.”
Mel looked around in awe. The large space looked like any other nightclub, but in addition to the tables and barstools, there were some unconventional furnishings scattered around the room. A seven-foot-tall wooden cross with small metal rings at each of the ends. A bench that resembled a horse with leather cuffs attached to it. A long, wide table with padding on the top and rings all along the sides which Mel assumed were tie points.
“What is this place?” Mel asked.
“It’s a place where people can let go of their inhibitions and explore all of their wildest, darkest dreams,” Vanessa said.
Mel’s eyes widened. “So, it’s some kind of sex club?”
“More of a BDSM club.” Vanessa strode into the middle of the empty room. “This is why I’m so private. This is a big part of my lifestyle. Well, not so much these days, but at one point it felt like it was my entire world…”
Vanessa looked off into the distance. For a moment, Mel caught a glimpse of what lay behind Vanessa’s veil, but then the usual self-possessed expression returned.
“This is my ‘secret.’ In addition to a few clubs like The Lounge, I own Lilith’s, and several similar establishments in other cities. All separate from my investment firm. I’m not ashamed of my interest in BDSM. But there are a lot of intolerant people out there, especially in my line of work. The gossip and rumors are a distraction. And quite frankly, what I do in my leisure time is no one’s business but my own.” Vanessa smiled. “So, what do you think?”
“It’s nice,” Mel liked it more than The Lounge, which she had always found a bit too glitzy. “Really nice.”
“Lilith’s isn’t your average BDSM club. Only the best of everything. Lilith’s caters to the same sort of clientele as The Lounge. It’s no surprise that the rich and powerful like to exercise their power in other ways.”
Mel surveyed the room. There was a set of heavy wooden double doors toward the back of the club. “What’s behind those doors?”
“That leads to the private rooms upstairs. And that’s where we’re headed.”
Vanessa took off her coat, revealing a black, form-fitting dress that was cut low enough to be tantalizing while still leaving something to the imagination. And Mel’s imagination was running wild.
“But before we go up…” Vanessa looked Mel up and down. “I want to see how my gifts look on you.”
Mel untied her coat and slid it off her shoulders. Her skin prickled under Vanessa’s smoldering gaze. For a moment, Mel thought that Vanessa was going to tear off the little clothing that Mel still had on and take her then and there.
But Vanessa restrained herself. She wasn’t going to deviate from her plans. And it was clear that she did have plans. Mel fiddled with the cuffs at her wrists as Vanessa’s eyes did one
last lap over Mel’s body.