Paige
I snuggle close to James, and he runs his hand over my ass. We walk in the opposite direction to the dance floor. I’ve never been down this way before. On the day I signed my contract, I was given a tour of the main section. That only included the Playboy Lounge, and the dressing rooms. I was told those were the main locations, and if I got booked for anywhere else, I’d be shown where I needed to go. Just like that day when Gaby took me to the suite.
James knows exactly where he’s going. We walk through the large glass doors, and as the doors close, they suck out the music.
We walk into darkness that lightens as we continue down a path, and what I hear is the distinct moans of pleasure. As the area gets brighter, I notice the space we’re in is wider than it feels in the dark and there are couples all along the sides having sex. They’re either pressed up against the walls or gathered together in groups on the padded sofa. There isn’t a person out here without a mask, and the light never gets bright enough for you to see them fully.
Some look at us as we pass by, others are too focused on each other and what they are doing to notice us.
James keeps his head straight, completely focused on going ahead. I’m looking around, though, because this isn’t my world. It’s something else entirely that fascinates me.
Ahead of us is another set of glass doors that opens automatically as we approach. We walk through those and find ourselves in a stairwell with a stone floor that reminds me of something you’d see in a castle.
“It’s called the Path of the Unknown,” James says and glances at me. “The people back there have no names, and no faces that you can remember. It’s for the people who want to explore their fantasies in the dark.”
“So, they just come up here when they get here?”
“Not so much. They make arrangements ahead of getting here. I always imagine it’s people who want complete secrecy, like government officials. I could be wrong though.”
“How do you know so much about the club?”
“My friend is one of the owners. The guys who created the place literally just made up anything that came to mind. I don’t think there’s any fantasy they can’t create.” He chuckles. “It takes a certain kind of person to think up stuff like that. Imagine a group of them together.”
I can.
He pulls me a little closer, and we continue down the stairs. This section looks older. There’s a large wooden door with gothic-looking wrought iron handles that open automatically for us. As I step inside the room, I realize we’re in the mouth of sin.
This is the sex dungeon. It makes upstairs look PG. It’s not as crowded as the floor upstairs, but there are enough people down here. All are wearing masks. Some wear the standard Colombina masks like mine, others wear the harlequin Venetian masks. I haven’t seen those on anyone before. It’s the people, though, with leather masks and full leather outfits that catch my attention, however, and I know them for what they are. Doms.
In fact, I think most of the men here are actual Doms, even the ones who aren’t in full leather.
There are a lot of them gathered in groups across the floor either sitting around with their women—subs—or having sex with them.
The subs have collars around their necks.
I want to look at them, but I’m torn between watching the ones having sex on the floor and watching the ones chained to the walls having sex. There are people bending over benches being whipped and others being pleasured with various sex toys.
James pulls me closer when a man looks at me and starts staring for far too long. James gives him a cold, hard stare, and the man looks away.
It’s quite amazing to see the contrast of people here to the ones in the dark we previously saw. The only real similarity is that they were all wearing masks to hide their identity.
We step outside the room and are literally outside. The cool night air graces my skin for the moments we’re enveloped by the night. James releases his hold on me and takes my hand instead as he leads me down another set of stairs that takes us underground into a room that looks like it was pulled from a medieval fantasy.
There’s a four-poster bed set in the center of a stone floor and a wrought iron chandelier hanging over it. That’s beautiful, but what’s striking is that there’s no wall on the left side of the room. It’s bare and open, overlooking a waterfall that flows down to a lake.
It’s like we’ve stepped back in time into some fairytale. James lets go of my hand and walks over to the wall with the curtain. He pulls the curtain back and reveals two metal poles with ropes attached to them. Suddenly, the fairytale becomes very erotic, and I see that I was right.
He looks over at me, assessing my reaction to what I see.
To be honest, I’m not sure what my reaction should be.
“Red yet, Bellissima?” he asks.
“But we haven’t done anything.” I press my lips together.
“You look frightened. I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I don’t think there’s anything I don’t want to do with you,” I answer and catch myself before I continue. Sometimes I say too much. He makes me feel so comfortable with him that I find myself speaking my heart. I shouldn’t do that and give too much away.