The camera panned around the room, and I saw metal tables in various spots, leather restraints in the corners of some. There was a long table dressed in a dark cloth, knives of various shapes and sizes sitting atop it.
I didn’t know what I was witnessing at first. Was it a BDSM club? There were no whips or chains, no bondage being displayed in the sense that people were getting off with dominance and submission. But for some reason that’s the vibe I was getting.
Most of the women were barely dressed, with strips of what looked like leather covering their nipples and intricately woven around their ass and between their thighs. Some carried trays with drinks; others were perched atop the laps of suit-clad men. The women who weren’t scantily clothed were dressed dripping in wealth and jewels.
And it was then I noticed all their attention was focused on one central area.
But then the camera, as if knowing I watched, shifted to a different scene. My thinking that this club wasn’t into the whole BDSM vibe went right out the window with what I was seeing.
A woman completely naked was tied down on a table, leather straps keeping her hands above her head and her legs spread wide at each bottom corner. My heart suddenly took up residence at the base of my throat and right between my thighs when a man stepped forward, a knife in his hand catching the light and glinting. He stared down at the woman.
Are they…? Is he going to…?
I leaned in, bracing my hands on the table, trying to get a better look. Holy shit. He is.
I took a deep, steadying breath in and watched as the man in his three-piece suit stepped closer to the woman, letting his head move back and forth as his gaze took in her completely bared body. I knew she was breathing hard by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her adoring, awestruck focus trained on the man right beside her.
The man brought up the blade, and I held my breath, leaning in another inch, the light catching the tip of the knife once more. He trailed the edge of it along the woman’s side, and she arched her back. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, her mouth opening, the tiny tips of her fangs coming into view. The ecstasy was clear on her face.
And when I saw the line of blood form on her pale flesh, a gasp of shock and that darker desire uncoiled within me and spilled from my parted lips. I found my hand gently wrapped around my throat, not realizing I’d done the act. The rational part of me expected her to scream, unsure if what I was watching was some kind of snuff film where she was about to die.
But she wasn’t trying to stop this. She wasn’t thrashing around. In fact, it was very clear she was in ecstasy.
And the longer I watched, the more my heart started to race, the more my body heated. I felt like I was watching something very wrong and very illegal, and maybe it was. Maybe that’s why it was so exciting? Or maybe this was what was tapping into those dark desires I’d always felt, the ones that made me feel ashamed and guilty when I should’ve felt anything but. When I should have embraced them.
I knew the exact moment Adryan arrived in the room. I felt his presence, could have told you he was right in the doorway, his focus on me. Then I heard the slight shift of clothing as he moved, the soft sound of his footsteps coming closer.
And even though he now stood beside me, I kept my focus on the monitors, unable to look away, because I found the scenes playing out… captivating.
“What kind of freaky stuff are you into?” I whispered, but there was no heat or judgment in my tone despite the words that now hung between us.
“The same kind of freaky stuff my mate gets wet for.”
I licked my lips, refusing to look at him. “I should have known you’re a voyeur.” I didn’t know why the room was so hot, why it was hard to breathe, or why I couldn’t tear my focus from the scene, watching as he cut the woman again.
I imagined if there was volume, she’d be moaning… because she looks almost ready to come.
“And you getting off on the blood play really makes sense, especially now.” I felt dizzy, overheated, and discombobulated. As if saying that out loud triggered me, my inner thigh ached, reminding me what kind of blood and bite play I’d let him do to me… and got off on.
“I should have known you’re a voyeur, princess.” I hadn’t realized Adryan moved behind me until I felt his warm breath right by my ear, causing me to shiver. The heavy weight of his hands settled on my shoulders, and I took a stuttering breath in, not speaking or moving.