CHAPTER4
Donovan
The club was the last place I wanted to be. I don’t know why but a place that was once my sanctuary had started to feel like a noose around my neck. I didn’t get the same enjoyment out of it that I once did. For someone with my sexual proclivities the club offered a range of activities. Somewhere a little out there. Somewhere kind of vanilla and uninteresting.
My need for something more exciting in the bedroom was why I had my own secret pleasure dungeon at home. It was why I came to the club too. I was constantly searching for something more. Something fulfilling.
I’d yet to find it with any of the women I’d been with.
I sipped my whiskey as I watched the room fill with people. The dark walls and low lighting made the club feel sexy yet with an edge to it. It was easy as a first timer here to feel overwhelmed and even a little scared, but I’d never known anyone have a bad experience in the club. It was set up to ensure everything was safe and consensual.
The themed nights at the club could be fun. Last month they had a whole evening dedicated to flogging. Virgin auctions were not my thing. I didn’t get the fascination with virgins. I wanted a woman who knew what she liked in bed and how to give me what I liked too. I didn’t want to spend the whole time fumbling through sex.
I wanted a woman who loved pain as much as pleasure.
I wanted a woman who I could tie up and play with.
Virgins didn’t fall into that category.
I loved the club, but I don’t know what the fuck they were thinking doing this. Truthfully, I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was doing here either.
Archer convinced me to come, but I was considering making a break for it. The only thing that kept me standing by the bar was the fact that I was interested to see what kind of women would be involved in this kind of proposition.
I watched people moving through the room. Unlike usual, most of the women were wearing dresses. I’d never seen so many people in this room so covered. Usually, everyone was in various stages of undress. There was a woman wearing a dress that split along the middle to show her midriff. She caught my attention because of the silver belly chain shimmering as she walked past me.
I found myself wondering what that would look like on Jessica.
Especially if Jessica was naked and only wearing that chain.
I don’t know where the fuck that thought came from, but it made me jolt. I should not be thinking of my pretty little assistant naked, with a belly chain wrapped around her narrow waist. I straightened my shirt, trying to focus my attention.
My eyes shifted to the make shift dais the club owners had erected in the middle of the room. It meant buyers could get a three hundred and sixty degree view of their purchase.
I leaned against the bar as Archer approached me wearing a suit similar to mine. “I’m glad you came,” he said.
“What else was I going to do?” I muttered.
“Are you planning on bidding?” he asked.
“Fuck no. I’m only here because you twisted my arm.”
Archer smirked. “You don’t fancy yourself a hot little virgin?”
“Why would I want someone I have to break in?” I sipped my drink, relishing the burn as it slid down my throat.
“Because you can mold her to whatever you want. Don’t write virgins off, Donovan. They have their perks.”
“You sound like you’re talking from experience.”
“Maybe.” His eyes twinkled as he smiled. “Maybe you should throw caution to the wind and bid. You might enjoy yourself.”
“Auctions aren’t my thing.”
“Reserve judgment.” Archer grinned as he spotted someone he knew through the crowd. “I’ll be back. Try not to bankrupt yourself by bidding.”
I snorted at his enthusiasm, but that was not happening.
The lights dimmed and a series of spotlights were focused on the stage area. I leaned back against the bar and tried not to let my irritation bleed through.