Page 35 of Midnight Danger

“If you’ll excuse us?” I flashed another professional smile that never reached my eyes and steered Cassandra away before he saw her engagement ring.

“You realise at some point that people will know that we’re together?” I hissed, leading her upstairs.

“How will they know?”

“The fact that we’re engaged and you’re carrying my baby might be a giveaway.”

She arched her right eyebrow at me. “Maybe I used a sperm donor or had a one-night stand with some stranger whose name I forgot to ask.”

My hand curved around her hip. “Or maybe your fiancé knocked you up when he bent you over your office desk and fucked you until you screamed.”

Her lips tilted in a sexy smile that made me want to bend her over the bannisters. “Or maybe that as well.”

I linked my fingers through hers and tugged her up the remaining stairs. Each room up here was decorated in a different colour, which led to their popular names among the patrons. Cassandra was silent, her eyes taking everything in. I watched her like a hawk because it gave me an insight into what interested her.

I never realised it could be so much fun introducing someone to my world. After this many years, I’d become immune to some of the practices, but seeing it through Cassandra’s eyes excited me again. I wanted to experience all her firsts with her, introduce her to all the different ways a human could experience pleasure.

She peeked in rooms without doors, watching as both men and women submitted to their partners. There was nothing sordid in their interactions since everyone here was in the pursuit of pleasure. It was a safe environment to experiment since everyone’s phones and personal belongings were locked in safes in the area before the reception hall.

The purple room was for general sex with nothing spicy. “Sometimes people just want a connection. The Midnight Rooms allow anonymous sex that scratches an itch. Here you can look into the person’s eyes and read their reactions.”

We stopped at the blue room, which was predominantly used for spanking and restraints. There was a technique in using crops and whips. You could injure someone if you hit them in the wrong place. Cassandra’s hand slipped into the back of my trousers as she leaned in to me.

“Did I look like that?” she whispered, her eyes glued on a woman suspended while a male behind whipped her and a male in front was on his knees performing cunnilingus on her.

“Baby, you were so much sexier.” Cassandra shivered when I kissed the side of her neck.

The green room involved multiple partners and had restraining beams on three walls. A male hung from the first beam, another male and a female stimulating him. The middle station was empty, but four females were experimenting at the last beam. A male watched from the middle of the room, slowly stroking his dick.

Cassandra nudged me. “Do all men like girl-on-girl action?”

A salacious grin appeared on my mouth. “You have no idea. If there was four of you, I’d be in heaven.”

“You’d still only have one dick.”

“He’d die a happy dick.”

Cassandra rolled her eyes at me, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

I directed Cassandra to the yellow room, which was also known as the orgy room, because no sex club survived without one. People peeled off their inhibitions and let loose in there because ever since the ancient Romans immortalised it in their artwork, people had fantasised about orgies.

My little minx buried her head in my shoulder. “Can we try this in the future?”

It was the biggest bedroom, with three four-poster beds along the back wall. The floor was made of a special foam-based material that allowed bodies to writhe comfortably, moving from partner to partner seamlessly.

A woman on the middle bed had one partner under her, another behind her, and a third with his dick in her mouth. She was being penetrated by three men at once, her body moving in sync with all of them. I’d lost count of the times Ash, Jay, and I had been involved in similar situations.

The scent of sex filled the air to accompany the grunts, groans, moans, and slapping of flesh. Everyone should experience an orgy once in their lives. Our new club was circular with the central room being the orgy.

“Only if no one else touches you but me,” I replied, kissing Cassandra’s shoulder.

Her gaze roved around the room, taking in every detail. She chewed the side of her cheek, her fingers digging into me while her neck stretched to see further into the room.

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I practically lifted her away from the orgy. The orange room began the slope into the darker side of role play. Full bondage equipment was available and anyone who entered here emerged with welts and bruises.

Cassandra froze beside me, her body canting away from the door. She didn’t like the sounds of people being lashed. The normal sex sounds were replaced with whimpers and the crack of whips cutting into flesh.

Moving her quickly away, we arrived at the red room. It was this colour because blood was often spilt in there. The implements in that room had never appealed to me, but some people revelled in causing pain while other enjoyed receiving it. Cassandra moved on rapidly, her distaste obvious.

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