Tied with Me
Page 36
“Thank you for that.”
He leads me up to the door and rings the bell, and almost immediately a man answers. He’s maybe the biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Well over six and a half feet tall, as wide as the door frame, and his skin is a dark, rich mocha. Diamond studs wink from his ears, and a single gold chain with a thick cross hangs around his neck. He stares at us for a moment and then breaks into a smile.
“You look good with a woman on your arm, Montgomery.”
“I look good with this woman on my arm,” Matt agrees. “Nic, this is Reggie.”
“Are you security?” I ask with a grin and shake his hand as he leads us inside.
“I’m the beauty and the brawn around here,” he replies with a chuckle and winks at me, immediately setting me at ease. “Welcome to Temptation. Have fun.”
“Thanks, Reg.”
Matt takes my hand and leads me out of the foyer into a large great room. It must have originally been a family room. Music assaults my ears. Rihanna is singing about diamonds in the sky. It’s loud but not too loud that you can’t hear a conversation right next to you. The floors are hardwood, but that’s where the resemblance of a normal home ends. There is a bar along one wall with a tall man tending it.
There are deep-cushioned couches and chairs in reds and browns set about the dimly lit room in small groups, perfect for people to sit and chat. But in addition to that, there are stations around the edges of the room. One woman is naked, suspended from the ceiling and being smacked with a leather crop. I have no idea what the equipment is called, but it all has restraints attached, obviously to hold a person down while they get a good beating with some kind of instrument.
A shiver runs down my body.
“You’re not a masochist, baby,” Matt whispers in my ear.
My eyes whip up to meet his, and he smiles softly while brushing his finger down my jawline. “Your eyes are as big as saucers. Look”—he points to men in plain black T-shirts positioned about the room—“those guys are security. We call them dungeon masters. They make sure that nothing goes beyond what anyone is comfortable with. This is all consensual, Nic.”
I take a deep breath and look around again. People are laughing, talking. Some women are kneeling at the feet of their partners, on pillows, hands resting on their knees and heads bowed. One Master feeds his sub fruit from his plate while he chats with a man sitting across from him, who is getting a blow job.
Holy shit.
“Let’s get you a drink, and then we’ll walk around.” Matt leads me to the bar, my hand tucked firmly in his.
“Montgomery!” the bartender bellows and marches over to take our order.
“Hey, Sal. It’s busy tonight.”
“That it is.” Sal nods with a grin. He seems like a happy man, with smiling hazel eyes and a lopsided smile. His lips are full. His hair is light blond, reflected in his light eyebrows and fair skin, and he’s muscular. A white T-shirt hugs his torso, and black jeans mold his lean hips and thighs.
Sal’s a hottie of epic proportions.
“Who is this beautiful little thing?” Sal asks Matt.
“This is Nic, my girlfriend. Nic, this is Sal. He’s a Master here, and a gifted bartender.”
“Hello,” I murmur, my heart pounding at the sound of girlfriend falling so easily from Matt’s lips.
“Nice to meet you, darlin’.” He eyes Matt. “She’s new.”
“She is,” Matt confirms.
“You can just call me Sal. We have a two-drink maximum here, darlin’. What can I get you?”
“I have a two-drink maximum myself, so that works,” I reply with a wide smile. “I’ll have a dry martini, please.”
He cocks an eyebrow for a moment, and then he laughs, reaching for a martini glass. “What would you like, Matt?”
“Just water for me.”
“Are you demonstrating tonight?”
“I hadn’t planned to,” Matt responds with a frown. “I’m just here to show Nic around tonight.”
Sal nods and hands me my drink and a bottle of water for Matt. “I think Des needs a Shibari demo tonight, if you’re interested.”
Matt shakes his head and wraps his arm around my shoulders protectively. “Not tonight.”
“Have fun then. Welcome, darlin’ Nic.” Sal winks and moves away to fill another order.
I sip my drink and sigh in happiness. “Sal makes a great drink.”
“He does,” Matt agrees with a chuckle and leads me through the room and up a wide staircase to the second floor, which is similar to the first, but there is no bar up here, the lights are dimmer, the music louder, and instead of couches and chairs, there are beds covered in red velvet around the edges of the room. In the center of the space are several platforms with more equipment I don’t know the names of. Some have restraints hanging from the ceiling, and some are just simply beds.
All of it scares me and intrigues me at the same time.
But what catches my eyes are the people. The few dozen people scattered about the room are mostly naked. Some are fucking. Some are watching.
Directly to my right, two heavily muscled men are seducing a plump woman, caressing her body and whispering in her ear, kissing her nipples. There are hands and lips and groans everywhere.
My core tightens.
“Ah, just like the story the other night,” Matt whispers into my ear. He’s moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, sliding his hand up my ribs to cup my breast in his palm. “Does that turn you on, little one?”
He leads me up to the door and rings the bell, and almost immediately a man answers. He’s maybe the biggest man I’ve ever seen in my life. Well over six and a half feet tall, as wide as the door frame, and his skin is a dark, rich mocha. Diamond studs wink from his ears, and a single gold chain with a thick cross hangs around his neck. He stares at us for a moment and then breaks into a smile.
“You look good with a woman on your arm, Montgomery.”
“I look good with this woman on my arm,” Matt agrees. “Nic, this is Reggie.”
“Are you security?” I ask with a grin and shake his hand as he leads us inside.
“I’m the beauty and the brawn around here,” he replies with a chuckle and winks at me, immediately setting me at ease. “Welcome to Temptation. Have fun.”
“Thanks, Reg.”
Matt takes my hand and leads me out of the foyer into a large great room. It must have originally been a family room. Music assaults my ears. Rihanna is singing about diamonds in the sky. It’s loud but not too loud that you can’t hear a conversation right next to you. The floors are hardwood, but that’s where the resemblance of a normal home ends. There is a bar along one wall with a tall man tending it.
There are deep-cushioned couches and chairs in reds and browns set about the dimly lit room in small groups, perfect for people to sit and chat. But in addition to that, there are stations around the edges of the room. One woman is naked, suspended from the ceiling and being smacked with a leather crop. I have no idea what the equipment is called, but it all has restraints attached, obviously to hold a person down while they get a good beating with some kind of instrument.
A shiver runs down my body.
“You’re not a masochist, baby,” Matt whispers in my ear.
My eyes whip up to meet his, and he smiles softly while brushing his finger down my jawline. “Your eyes are as big as saucers. Look”—he points to men in plain black T-shirts positioned about the room—“those guys are security. We call them dungeon masters. They make sure that nothing goes beyond what anyone is comfortable with. This is all consensual, Nic.”
I take a deep breath and look around again. People are laughing, talking. Some women are kneeling at the feet of their partners, on pillows, hands resting on their knees and heads bowed. One Master feeds his sub fruit from his plate while he chats with a man sitting across from him, who is getting a blow job.
Holy shit.
“Let’s get you a drink, and then we’ll walk around.” Matt leads me to the bar, my hand tucked firmly in his.
“Montgomery!” the bartender bellows and marches over to take our order.
“Hey, Sal. It’s busy tonight.”
“That it is.” Sal nods with a grin. He seems like a happy man, with smiling hazel eyes and a lopsided smile. His lips are full. His hair is light blond, reflected in his light eyebrows and fair skin, and he’s muscular. A white T-shirt hugs his torso, and black jeans mold his lean hips and thighs.
Sal’s a hottie of epic proportions.
“Who is this beautiful little thing?” Sal asks Matt.
“This is Nic, my girlfriend. Nic, this is Sal. He’s a Master here, and a gifted bartender.”
“Hello,” I murmur, my heart pounding at the sound of girlfriend falling so easily from Matt’s lips.
“Nice to meet you, darlin’.” He eyes Matt. “She’s new.”
“She is,” Matt confirms.
“You can just call me Sal. We have a two-drink maximum here, darlin’. What can I get you?”
“I have a two-drink maximum myself, so that works,” I reply with a wide smile. “I’ll have a dry martini, please.”
He cocks an eyebrow for a moment, and then he laughs, reaching for a martini glass. “What would you like, Matt?”
“Just water for me.”
“Are you demonstrating tonight?”
“I hadn’t planned to,” Matt responds with a frown. “I’m just here to show Nic around tonight.”
Sal nods and hands me my drink and a bottle of water for Matt. “I think Des needs a Shibari demo tonight, if you’re interested.”
Matt shakes his head and wraps his arm around my shoulders protectively. “Not tonight.”
“Have fun then. Welcome, darlin’ Nic.” Sal winks and moves away to fill another order.
I sip my drink and sigh in happiness. “Sal makes a great drink.”
“He does,” Matt agrees with a chuckle and leads me through the room and up a wide staircase to the second floor, which is similar to the first, but there is no bar up here, the lights are dimmer, the music louder, and instead of couches and chairs, there are beds covered in red velvet around the edges of the room. In the center of the space are several platforms with more equipment I don’t know the names of. Some have restraints hanging from the ceiling, and some are just simply beds.
All of it scares me and intrigues me at the same time.
But what catches my eyes are the people. The few dozen people scattered about the room are mostly naked. Some are fucking. Some are watching.
Directly to my right, two heavily muscled men are seducing a plump woman, caressing her body and whispering in her ear, kissing her nipples. There are hands and lips and groans everywhere.
My core tightens.
“Ah, just like the story the other night,” Matt whispers into my ear. He’s moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist, sliding his hand up my ribs to cup my breast in his palm. “Does that turn you on, little one?”
