Page 80 of The Billionaire

He kissed my neck and trailed his lips up to my ear and whispered. “But there’s so much to see first. And besides, I want you so hot you can’t stand it.”

I just wanted to shout, “Fuck me already!” But I bit my lip and let him kiss me deep before he pulled away and took a sip of his own drink.

“So, babe. Where’d you like to go?”

I was just about to give a hazy answer when I heard that loud moan again.

The long drawn out moan turned to high pitched cries, almost the type of cries that sound like a woman in serious distress. I couldn’t tell the difference between moans of pleasure or moans of pain.

I turned to face Kyle and leaned into him close.

“That sounds…” I couldn’t finish. I took a sip of the black drink forgetting again of it staining my lips.

“The stain is almost like a stamp of accomplishment. We are in the black room, otherwise known as the formal red room back at the club.”

The red room.

“Come on.” His hand held mine tightly.

My grasp on his arm was tighter as the strobe lights flickered simultaneously with the beats of the hypnotic sexy stimulating music. The base was so loud I felt it vibrating even my pussy, which added to more pleasure and desire.

We approached one couch on the left that held a woman in the middle sandwiched between two men. They sat watching a woman who stood in front of them whose arms were held up from the ceiling of some sort of chain or rope I couldn’t tell from the dark blinking to light. Yet one thing remained constant in front of her and that was a screen projection of a set of big juicy lips with a finger running along the lips and teeth. Her back was facing us and when the lights flickered again, I noticed she still wore her heels and a thong. Something was causing her to buck her hips wildly as her butt pushed out.

“What…what are they doing to her?” I said feeling concerned with a rising alarm heating my body.

Her head leaned back as she cried out in a moan.

“No one does anything they don’t want up here. They sign up for it. Don’t worry, everyone has a safe word. It’s a rule.”

I nodded quickly as the music changed to a beautiful voice of a woman singing airy to a hopeful beat. This seemed to change her behavior as the drums escalated to a huge explosive sound.

“She’s nipple clamped. And they’ve turned her around to tease her.”

On the projector, a beautiful erect nipple of a plump breast hung. The juicy lips delicately trailed the nipple, the tongue generously lapping over the nipple ever so softly before the indulgent lips generously sucked harder and harder.

The woman shifted her weight in her strappy heels encrusted in sparkly gems and her knees buckled in as her plump ass pushed out giving the audience a greater view.

The lights paired to this song gave more space between the pulses and provided more of a view into seeing what was going on. She now moaned in a long drawn out high pitch and sounded like she was squirming in pure need. The mirrored tables on the side of the couch held empty glasses of the black drink of the viewers. A server came to refresh their drinks as the music died down to a very light beat of a new song. This lightness of the music escalated the intense moans of others in the room fucking, fondling and exploring BDSM.

And then I heard a slight jingle of a bell coming from her direction before the music blasted again.

“Did I hear a jingle?”

“You did.”

I continued watching her, feeling all sorts of heated feelings, until Kyle’s laughter disrupted my observation.

“Did I miss something?” I said a bit loud since the music was growing to a level of almost like club like.

“When the music gets louder, the intensity goes up in the room.”

He was right. The moans around the room were getting louder and I could feel the energy of the intense build up. So much so, I was almost sure I just creamed right then and there. I was so hot and horny I couldn’t take much longer!

“It’s a clit clamp.”

“A what?”

“You’ve never seen one before?”

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