Page 56 of Tangled Control

“Do you know any of them?”

“Some.” I shrug. “I was away for several years, and I’m not here as often as I may let on.”

She nods before firing her next question.

“Are most people here Doms and submissives?”

“There are all kinds of people here.” Tilting my head towards a group of people by the bar, where one is on her knees on a leash, I continue, “You can probably guess that they’re Doms and subs, and as I said, this is their lifestyle. Then you have those where this is their sexual preference, but it doesn’t affect their life in general. Others are here to spice up their otherwise vanilla sex life. And others…” I nudge her. “Others, like you, are busybodies who want to know what’s going on.”

“And you…are you a Dom?”

“I crave control, so I’ve got Dom traits. It may surprise you, but lately, I’ve been more of a voyeur. I like to watch, which is totally in line with this club – a lot of people get off on being watched.”

“You don’t take part at all?” she asks, surprised.

“Oh, I do. I have. You must know that after what we’ve done?”

“Fair enough.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as if to stop a smile forming.

“But it can be difficult to find someone I’d like to pair with.”Especially since I developed my obsession with a certain blonde in the office.“It’s easier to watch. Your imagination is your biggest erogenous zone. Mostly I would have one of the submissives suck me off while I watch a scene.”

Catriona’s head snaps up to mine at my crude words. “Oh!” Again, I regret the mask.

I clear my throat. “It sounds worse than it is. It’s what gets some of them off, serving, being obedient, as much as it gets the man off.” Her eyes shift to take in the view of the room again.

“Okay.” She doesn’t sound convinced.

I lower my head to hers and whisper, “Enough talk. I want to see what turns my innocentgood girlon.” There’s an immediate reaction, those tell-tale signs when her body responds to my voice and my words. The hitch of her breath and the way her shoulders push back while her stance softens.

I curl my fingers around the indent of her waist and guide her into the mix of people.

A muffled grunt from the speakers greets us in the next room. Catriona’s step falters as she takes in the public stage with a professional act bathed in spotlights. A woman in a shiny catsuit with holes cut in strategic places is flogging a man’s back while he eats her out. Half-moon-shaped booths face the stage, and I lead us to a free one. Catriona is so gloriously shy as she barely dares watch the act through her downcast eyelashes, her cheeks all tinted below the mask.

“Rian!” she hisses as I slide my hand down her top.

“Ssssh… Everyone is watching the show.”

She squirms in her seat, glancing nervously around her as I play with her soft tits and hard nipples, but soon she’s too caught up in the act before her to care. She gasps as the man on the stage shoots his load over the dominatrix’s black latex boots and she forces him to lick it up.

“Wow, that’s…new,” my goddess mumbles and pulls at the hem of her dress.

“Let’s see if we can find anything else that’s new for you.”

“That won’t be hard.” She huffs.

“If it’shardyou’re looking for, we don’t have to go far.” I grab her hand and press it against my cock that has been filled with blood since she slipped into my car.

“Rian!” she whispers in a tone that’s a mix of shock and a giggle. But she cups her palm around my aching member and gives it a squeeze, a satisfied grin on her face when I groan.

Smaller private stages are set up in half a dozen rooms, where couples play out their wicked desires in public. I scowl at a bloke who’s sizing up Catriona with too much interest and wrap my arm possessively around her back.Not today, mate!Not ever.

Catriona’s jaw goes slack as we come across a naked woman on her knees with her arms tied behind her back, giving the man in front of her a blow job – not dissimilar to what we did in my office. The woman wears a leather collar, and I wonder what Catriona would look like with one. A collar made of thin leather straps braided into a French sinnet attached to a silver hoop. A growl rumbles in my chest and I pull her with me to the next room, eager to get to our end destination. On our way there, we pass private rooms with viewing windows. In one of them, a man is tied to the bed as a woman is using all her body parts to tease and arouse him.

“I’ve never been tied down myself, but if you were on top of me, grinding like she does, then I might be tempted,” I whisper in her ear.

“A first for Mr Kearney?” she replies breathlessly. “I’m up for that.”

I bite her earlobe, and she moans softly.