Page 16 of Dark Rules

“Hi there, what can I get you?” a young man asked, and I felt my eyes go round. He had on makeup so expertly done I felt like an amateur. He looked magnificent, and the fedora, short, black denim jeans, multi-colored suspenders, and white shirt told me the man was a character I’d like to know more about. He was obviously a male, but his face was feminine, and I found myself intrigued. Not sexually, but just on a human level.

It was only when he’d pushed himself back and forth that I realized he was on roller skates. I smiled and looked up at Dylan. “I like him.”

Dylan just smiled, shook his head ruefully, and answered the bartender. “Scotch for me, and,” he paused, looked at me, and I tilted my head. What would he order for me? “A screwdriver for the lady.”

“Good choice,” I praised him as the bartender went off to make our drinks. At least the vodka would be slightly diluted by the orange juice. I wasn’t a heavy drinker and never would be.

A little alcohol wouldn’t be a bad idea in this place, I decided as I looked around. There were cubicles, some open and filled with chairs and tables that screamed of VIP area, and others that were shrouded by curtains. What was happening behind those?

“You still up for this?” Dylan asked as he came up behind me, his voice in my ear. His hands moved around to my hips, and I was glad I’d put on a long white dress with black sleeves. I’d barely feel that touch if I’d had on a skirt, a shirt, and underwear beneath it. With only the thin knit of my dress and a pair of barely-there panties underneath, I felt the touch almost as if I was naked. The dress came down to my knees, and a pair of long boots covered the rest of me.

“I’m more than certain, sir. I’m eager to explore.” I didn’t want the touch to end, but I wanted to face him, so I turned in his arms. “I want to know … so much more.”

I dropped the words down to a seductive tone and placed my fingers on his chest. “Then that’s what we’ll do. We won’t take part in anything, but if you want that to change, just let me know. If it’s acceptable, we might. I’ll decide later.”

“Oh?” I asked, the brat coming to life as he spoke. I even let my left eyebrow come up a little. “And what might you find acceptable?”

“Well,” he sat on a bar stool and pulled me to him. The bartender had placed our drinks on the bar and left to attend to others now. “If you see something like a woman being flogged that you can’t live without watching, then we’ll stop and watch. If you see a room that has an invitation for group sex on the door, well, we can watch, but I don’t think you want to take part in that. Not yet, at least.” He took a sip of his drink and watched me.

“I, oh, I don’t know.” I blinked stupidly for a moment and looked around. There must be more rooms, rooms I couldn’t see yet, because I didn’t see an area where things like that might be happening. I’d never thought about sex with more than one person at a time, not really. I wasn’t sure I wanted it.

I did want to explore, though. “Can we walk around?”

“Of course, pet, follow me.” He took my hand, his drink in the other, and we followed green arrows I’d spotted, lit up, just at the level of the ceiling. Were they exit signs? No, those were in another area. Dylan followed them, and we walked through an open door into a whole new world. Somehow, most of the sound from the band was contained in the open room behind us; it was quieter back here. I saw row after row of rooms on each side of the corridor.

An elevator told us there were three more levels to explore, if we didn’t find what we wanted down here. I looked at Dylan, uncertain of what to do, and he smiled. “Come along, pet. Let’s open those innocent eyes a little bit.”

The first window showed an older man. He looked much like Dylan. His haircut and the arrogant tilt of his head spoke of a successful career, but he was chained to a wall, and I stopped. “Dylan?”

“Yes, pet?” he asked softly, a reassuring wall of heat beside me.

“Men like to be tied up and dominated?” I hadn’t really watched any of that. I’d assumed it was something men enjoyed with other men, but it was a woman in the room, all woman. I assumed. Lesson one, don’t assume, I thought to myself.

“Many men adore being dominated by a woman. Or a man, it’s not always gender specific. Sometimes it’s fluid, a man one day, a woman the next. It’s the domination they crave.” He spoke softly, so we wouldn’t disturb those on the other side of the glass.

I flashed a glance down the hallway and saw some of the windows were black while others were dimly lit. I had to guess some were blacked out on purpose. I took a deep breath and put my gaze back on the man. The woman had him in her hand now, the most sensitive part of him, and she was placing some kind of clamp on him.

“A chastity device. He can’t touch himself with that on. It will keep him from getting hard too, once he calms down from his current state.”

“But why?” I was confused again.

“It’s something we’ve explored slightly. Orgasm denial as domination. It forces the sub to focus or fail; either way, the dom will find out what their sub is made of.” Something in his tone told me there was more to it, but I wouldn’t ask now.

Dylan tugged on my hand, and we moved to another room. This one had a window lit by golden light. I soon found out it was a room filled with candles. Candles that were currently being used to drip wax onto a very buxom blonde by a svelte brunette. “Fuck, wouldn’t that hurt?”

“Watch her, pet. Look at how her nipples go tight every time the wax comes close to her breasts.” I did as he commanded and watched. It was confusing because the brunette sat on the blonde’s face, but she somehow managed to avoid woman’s nipples. On purpose? Was that it? She was doing it to tease the blonde.

Was it always about domination and submission, this game of sex? Oh, there was certainly a give and take to it, but I pondered it now. Could you both give, without taking? No, I decided, and moved on. It was interesting, but I was eager to see what was next.

I found a room in darkness, but there were points of light in the middle of a black wall. Small spotlights. A woman sat on the bed, but as we came up a light came on, and I saw the tip of a penis come through a hole in the wall. Kind of gross, I thought with a shiver, but then, it was also interesting. In a perfect world, free of diseases, that might have interested me, I might have wanted to try it, but I wouldn’t do such a thing. We’d had to submit health certificates to be accepted, so I knew everyone else had to, but I still wondered. Would I be able to tell from a dick in the wall if the person was healthy?

Honestly, there was no real way of knowing, but I couldn’t do anything about it. This was my problem with anonymous sex, it was dangerous. At least with Dylan, I knew he’d been declared clean for certain. Roxie wouldn’t have let him near me, otherwise.

Then we came to a room where a woman hung from a swing. Her hands were tethered over her head, and her feet were each clamped in a vice that kept her legs spread wide. Anybody could walk in and fuck her. Anybody could do anything to her. A gag in her mouth made sure she couldn’t speak. I stopped, and my pulse raced. Fuck.

Something inside of me screamed the word want. I wanted to be her. Deep down, on a level I hadn’t wanted to admit existed, this was what I’d wanted. I didn’t want a choice; I’d wanted to take what she had a step further and be blindfolded too. I must have made some sound, because Dylan looked at me.

“This, pet?”