Part 3 (2/2)
He dragged himself back to the present and her description of things in Mason's club. ”That's exactly why I designated no-s.e.x zones in certain parts of Club Desire. There are those who want to watch the kink in play without having to trip over an orgy to do it.”
The soft chiming of the elevator pulled his attention back to their destination, and he placed a gentle hand on her lower back as the elevator doors whooshed open.
The lights on this level shone discreetly and were kept on, as elite members were allowed access to bas.e.m.e.nt levels 1 and 2 at all times.
But whereas this level had a circular walkway like on Bas.e.m.e.nt 4, Bas.e.m.e.nt 1 had darkened alcoves instead of play areas.
Brent guided Sandra around to the right for quite a while until they neared his personal alcove. Most of the alcoves were sectioned-off s.p.a.ces separated by soft, moveable walls and heavy, dark floor-to-ceiling curtains that hung down over the front except for right over the doorway. When the inner lock was engaged, a red stop-sign image showed over the door to allow privacy.
His alcove, however, was twice the size of the others, had hard walls, although they were moveable if need be, and required a special key to access it. Also, the image over his door read, ”Private. No Admittance,” even when the lock wasn't engaged.
”You said there were cameras all around the dungeon. That means down here too, right?” Curiosity laced her voice, showing him her embarra.s.sment from earlier had pa.s.sed.
”Members sign off on surveillance throughout the building in the legalese of the contract. Most never bother to read the full description, but those who do understand the need, since the contract also states the tapes will only be used or released for very specific purposes if the need arises.” He paused as she nibbled her full bottom lip again and then forced himself to continue what he'd been telling her. ”It's more for safety and liability issues than for voyeurism purposes. Jake and the two other dungeon managers who report to him watch the monitors real time to ensure nothing goes on that isn't safe, sane, legal, and consensual, and I make sure he has discreet and skilled security personnel on duty at all times in case a situation arises that requires their attention.”
He held up his index finger. ”However, I do like to have total privacy within my own, personal alcove. It's good to be the owner.”
”If not the king?” she said softly, showing that she hadn't missed the Mel Brooks History of the World reference. He couldn't help but smile. Her lips quirked up at the edges, charming him, and she cleared her throat before speaking.
”I'm surprised there are people who don't balk at the stipulation of cameras. A lot of very public and important people seem to belong to s.e.x clubs.”
”True, but the specific purposes listed are usually very familiar and agreeable to those who can afford the members.h.i.+p prices to our very elite establishment.”
Sandra stopped short. ”Members.h.i.+p prices? I totally forgot about that. I'm sorry. I haven't even found a job here yet. I don't think I can afford members.h.i.+p.”
Brent turned her to face him. ”Your members.h.i.+p is taken care of for as long as you'd like to be here.”
She faltered, confusion creasing her brow and a frown marring her expression. ”But...”
He laid his finger over her lips, silencing what she'd been about to say. ”It's taken care of. Don't worry about it.”
Her furrowed brow showed him she wasn't convinced, but at least he'd headed off the conversation for now. Members.h.i.+p prices were mentioned in the contracts, so she would have ended up asking him about it anyway.
He guided Sandra toward the entrance to his alcove and inserted his key into a small panel to the left of the door before pus.h.i.+ng it open.
As soon as the door opened, soft lighting came on to reveal an overstuffed sectional, a comfortable bondage bed, and a few chairs, all strategically placed to give a good view of the happenings down on Bas.e.m.e.nt 2 below.
Sandra sucked in a soft breath before she took several quick steps forward so she stood close enough to the curved floor-to-ceiling window to press her palms flat against it. ”Wow. This is amazing.”
”I'm glad you like it.” And he was. He knew it had been ten years since he'd seen her and wors.h.i.+pped her from afar, but pleasing her was important to him, and he enjoyed the sensation.
He pulled the door shut and then moved deeper into the room to stand close behind her. He looked out at the view over her shoulder as the heat from her body tempted him to pull her back against his hard c.o.c.k.
Instead, he took a deep breath and returned his attention to the happenings on the floor below them. Even though she stood a foot in front of him, the soft scent of honeysuckle and her arousal filled his senses and made him ache to touch her.
”I more than like it. I could've never imagined this back in New York. Don't tell Master Mason, but his dungeon and yours are on two totally different levels.”
Pleasure hummed inside his veins. He leaned forward. ”I won't say a word,” he murmured almost against her hair, nearly giving in to the temptation to thread his hand into the silky ma.s.s, bend her head back, and take what was his. But he forced himself to take one firm step back and look out over her shoulder to see what she was seeing.
From where he stood he could see the full view of Bas.e.m.e.nt 2 and all the play areas inside it. He knew if he were standing right next to the gla.s.s where Sandra was that there were some areas on the far side of the floor that weren't visible, as well as the ones directly below them, but most of the floor was in easy view. That was the reason for the circular setup.
”You can see so much from up here. This is great,” she said, mirroring the direction of his thoughts. She glanced back over her shoulder at him, her face animated.
”I have another private alcove, one I do rent or loan out on occasion-usually to Dex, Cameron, or one of the other main Doms. It's on the other side of the floor.”
”Sort of like a time-share?” She laughed softly.
He smiled, her laugh making him feel light inside. ”Something like that, but so far we've avoided any scheduling issues,” he answered in the same light tone she'd used.
”I'm surprised you don't have the Doms fighting for reservations.” She braced her palms more comfortably against the gla.s.s.
”They keep themselves pretty busy, and there are lots of places within Club Desire to play.”
He clenched his fingers against showing her the scene forming inside his mind. He would have her widen her stance, then rip off her skirt and begin teaching her what pleasure she could experience at his hands.
He clenched his jaw. He knew he should continue to fight his overwhelming attraction to her. Even though there were no guidelines against him interacting with any member who agreed, Sandra hadn't yet laid out her soft or hard limits, or even given her permission. He was a stickler with everyone else about having both of those in place before anyone played together, so he needed to try to discipline himself, at least until those were set.
Added to that, she was still recovering from a traumatic D/s relations.h.i.+p, and without knowing more, he could unwittingly make that worse.
A knock from behind him slammed his common sense back into place, at least for the moment.
Brent opened the door and gestured the server inside.
The man set the large tray filled with food and drinks on the end table next to the sectional, as was Brent's usual preference. Then at Brent's nod, the man left, quietly pulling the door closed behind him.
At the sound of Sandra's stomach rumbling, Brent turned to find her looking at him.
He bit back the question that formed on his tongue-which hunger would she like fulfilled first? He was having enough trouble avoiding temptation without inviting it directly.
”That looks amazing.” She gestured toward the tray, making Brent smile. ”How did you order all of that with only a few words?”
Brent motioned for her to sit on the sectional. ”I come to this alcove often and usually order a selection of finger foods and various drinks to enjoy while I watch.”
She dropped her gaze as she took a breath to speak, making him think she was trying to hide her deeper thoughts from him. ”I'm sure your subs appreciate that-”
Her words cut off abruptly and she sat down hard on the end of the sectional nearest the tray of food, but she still wouldn't meet his gaze.
The urge to mark her as his roared, and he battled it back. ”I've rarely brought anyone here. I usually use this place to rest and recharge.”
Finally she raised her gaze to his, her expression inscrutable. ”I'm sorry-that wasn't any of my business. My mouth does tend to get me into trouble.”
And the things Brent could do with that mouth...
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