“Nope, just a date with the TV.” She walked over to the couch and took a seat, grabbing her blanket and pulling it up over her legs.
I cocked my head to the side. “Don’t you have friends you can go hang out with? Since I’ve been here, all you’ve done is go to the hospital and come back home.”
“Summer’s the only person I hang out with and she has plans tonight. Plus, I’m not exactly in a social mood while my fiancé’s in a coma.”
Her last statement made sense, but still… “Understandable, but you shouldn’t just stay hidden away in the house either.”
“It’s fine. I enjoy my own company.” I studied her for a second. The couple of weeks I’d been here I’d gotten the hint that Nakyra was lonely. She always seemed to perk up when we sat and ate together or just had simple conversations like this.
“A’right, but I’ma get you out this house one of these days.”
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Sitting at the bar I swirled the ice around in my glass as my eyes wandered around the common room I was in. Onyx, much like Scorpion, was an exclusive, membership-only sex club. The main room was set up like a club, people scattered arounddancing and talking in the center. Ducked off on the sides, a few members were openly playing with one another—some having sex, some on the couches, others hidden in the cubicles on the wall, some just giving a show. The mainstage was currently empty but from what I was told sometimes workers at the club put on demonstrations of different things for couples and members to learn or experience. Members could also perform on the stage as well. One thing different from Club Scorpion was how the rooms in the back were set up. Here at Onyx they had theme based rooms where members could play with other members, rooms strictly for couples already together, and watch rooms where members could have a fantasy played out by workers and be a spectator. The rooms came in two different versions: public, where people could watch through a two-way mirror, or private, where no one could see what was going on. Club Onyx also supplied a plethora of different toys and equipment for members to utilize while here. Each room also came with a panic button, so if anyone ever felt unsafe or needed help, a staff member would be there to assist. Although condoms were provided in the common room and all the playrooms, it was required for members to upload a health screening every thirty days if they planned to stay active.
“Do you plan on playing tonight or are you just watching?” A sultry feminine voice sounded to the right of me. Bringing my glass to my mouth, I turned and faced the curvy, brown-skinned woman next to me. She wore her locs in a bun at the top of her head currently and was dressed in a halter crop top that stopped right under her full breasts and shorts that looked more like panties on her thick thighs.
My tongue swiped over my lips and I eyed her over the rim of my glass.
I finally spoke, lowering my glass. “Depends.”
A flirty grin formed on her glossed, plump lips. “On what?”
“What’s your poison?”
She lifted her wrist, showing three single wristbands—green, yellow and blue—meaning open to play, liked to be watched, and open for sex. “Just looking for a good time and to relieve some stress.”
“Preference?” I raised a brow.
“I assume you’re not a Dom because you don’t have a red wristband, which is fine with me, I’m not into all that sub stuff. I do, however, like a man who knows how to take charge still and make me cum.” Her tongue slowly dragged over her lips and her lashes fluttered.
“Hard limits?”
“No golden showers, no back door play.”
I nodded. I could work with that. We spent the next few minutes talking to make sure we were compatible. One thing about these clubs that was strictly enforced was consent and being on the same page as the person you’re going to be playing with. Tonight I wasn’t looking for sex. I just wanted to tie someone up and have some fun. The woman, Dee, I learned was fine with that. We headed to the hall that led to the back rooms. In the back were three levels. Depending on what members were interested in determined which level they would be on. I went to the table and selected what kind of play we were interested in and we were directed to the second floor, room 2B.
What made this club different from Scorpion were the identification wristbands each member had to wear inside. It was how the club kept track of members. There was a two-drink max and member wristbands had to be scanned each time they ordered alcohol to make sure they weren’t passing the limit. Also, when it was time for a private room, all parties scanned their wristbands at the tablet and also to open the door once they got to their assigned room. Onyx was big on safety. While NDAs were signed upon joining, some people had their wristbandsunder aliases for better protection of their identities, especially when a celebrity or high power official was involved.
Dee and I headed down the hall, with me holding her hand and leading the way. Most of the time coming to the clubs wasn’t about sex for me, but the high I got by being in control and my partner being at my mercy. That was what I needed tonight. Being back in West Pier had me on edge, and in order to help ease that tension, I needed to regain some power the only way I knew how.
Chapter 8
Nakyra
“Nakyra, if you don’t hurry up, I’m going to leave you!” Summer called out as I made my way back into the living room with my water bottle in hand. I had just finished letting Bella out and refilling her water and food.
“Here I am. Calm down,”I signed, making my way to my jacket on the couch.
“About time.”
Rolling my eyes, I pulled the jacket on, zipping it up and bending down to grab the bag with my tennis racket and shoes inside.
“I am ready.” I took up playing tennis in high school after Summer introduced me to it. She had been playing since junior high. It was the perfect thing to get me out of the house when being around my parents became too much and I happened to be good at it. We made sure to get together a couple times a month and go to the community courts near one of the dog parks I took Bella to frequently.
We started for the door with Bella following me. “No, Bella, stay,” I said, pausing. She looked at me with her head tilted. “You’re not coming with me today, girl.” I reached down to pet her head. Normally, when I had my tennis gear, I got her readytoo; so I could take her to the dog park after I was finished. Today, I planned on going to the hospital after leaving the courts.
She whined and I shook my head. “Home,” I demanded, pointing toward her doggy bed.
