It was already half past midnight; the three of them were in line to this room Beatrice couldn’t wait to enter.
“So what exactly is in there?” Emily asked, words slurring. Travis’s assistant just finished her third drink.
“BDSM-lite,” Beatrice quipped.
“Tell me you’re joking.” Caitlin made a move to get out of the line, but Beatrice yanked her back to the front. “I don’t think I’m up for watching someone flogged in front of an audience. Are you?”
“I could be a domme,” Beatrice whispered to both of them. “I’m just trying to see if it works for me.”
“So all this talk about foreign dignitaries was all you blowing smoke up our asses so we’d come with you?” Emily asked.
The smug smile that Beatrice flashed them affirmed her deception. Damn, she may not have fallen far from the apple tree after all.
“Password,” The big bouncer guarding the door asked Beatrice. The redhead whispered into the bouncer’s ear. He nodded and let the three of them through.
A welcome blast of cold air hit Caitlin’s overheated skin. The room was dark, and all she could see were dark silhouettes at first until she moved further into the room where tiny pin lights cast a mysterious purple glow over the audience. The spotlight was on the stage. She couldn’t see anything at this point, but she heard the crack of a whip and someone shouting.
“Three!”
There was a low voice; Caitlin couldn’t understand the words.
“Here,” Beatrice dragged her to whatever space was availablenear the stage. A couple, dressed in nothing but leather, courteously moved aside to make room for the three of them. Caitlin gasped at the sight of the woman who had her wrists bound by manacles against a wooden X-shaped structure. Her back was bare, red welts marking her skin. Her tight skirt was bunched up around her waist, revealing a tiny scrap of underwear.
“Four!”
The man with the whip walked forward, ducked his head and whispered something in the woman’s ear while his hand went to her pussy. He took a step back and that was when Caitlin saw the erection bulging on his crotch.
“Oh, my,” Caitlin whispered to Beatrice, who looked like she was focused on the scene. “You think you can whip a guy like that, check how hard he is, and then whip him again?”
“Shut up,” Beatrice retorted, but there was a tone of anxiety in her voice.
Caitlin snickered as she continued watching the scene. The man finally dropped the whip and spun the woman around. “Oh, my God, are those really . . .” Caitlin glanced over to Emily.
The brunette nodded and grinned. “Uh . . . huh . . . nipple clamps.” Just then, Emily’s smile died on her lips, and her expression turned to one of deep consternation—Caitlin wasn’t too certain because of the dim lighting. She was startled when warm hands gripped her hips and she was yanked against a solid chest.
Before she could panic, a voice in her ear said, “Enjoying yourself, sunshine?”
Caitlin, for some reason, got turned on and apprehensive at the same time. Travis’s voice was laced with retribution, which didn’t bode well for her short-term. She tried to twist her head to look at Beatrice, but Travis had gripped her jaw. “Don’t take your eyes from the scene. He’s going to make her come.” His hips hit her ass and pushed her against the barrierthat separated the stage from the audience. A familiar hard ridge ground between her butt cheeks.
“Travis,” Caitlin hissed. “Bee . . .”
“Nate took her somewhere else. Same with Emily, Ed’s with her. Just you and me, babe.”
Yeah, right, plus fifty other people who were in one state of arousal or another including her.
“You’re in big trouble.” His breath fanned her face; one hand went under her skirt and cupped the heat between her thighs. “First, for wearing a dress like this.” His fingers slid inside her and he groaned. “Fuck. Is this wetness for me?” His fingers scooped up some of the moisture and began to circle her clit. A moan escaped her. “Is it?”
“Yes,” Caitlin gasped.
“Good. Because if I find out you’re getting wet without me to fill you with cock, that’s number three.”
Two fingers slid in and out of her in a punishing rhythm.
“Wait, what’s the second?” Caitlin squeaked, getting breathless as she arched desperately against him.
“Leaving your phone at Beatrice’s so I can’t track you.”
Oops, there is that.
