Page 39 of Blind Justice

He nodded, and she took off toward the small mirror which hung in the hallway. “Oh.” She touched the silver metal. “It’s so bonita…” Her gaze found Duncan’s. “Silver?”

“Yes,” he lied. The chain was made of platinum and cost him a small fortune. All well worth it, even if it was stupid and would most likely only be worn one time.

He reached into his pocket, removing Enzo’s collar. He rested it on his index finger. “Your turn, Enzo.”

The young man stepped forward. Having learned from the small lesson Duncan gave Bella, Enzo kept his gaze down. Enzo’s collar was different than Bella’s, and he’d spent just as much time and effort on picking the right one. His was black leather with platinum accessories. He’d had the same charm and initials placed on Enzo’s collar.

Bella rejoined them taking in Enzo’s collar. “Hermoso, we match.”

“It seemed appropriate,” Duncan stated, and the siblings agreed. “We should go.”

The elevator down was quiet, and when the doors slid open, Omar was standing there, watching and waiting.

When both Enzo and Bella gave him a curious look, Duncan held up his hands. “Omar will not be participating in any way. He’s simply another set of eyes. If you can’t locate me, find him.”

Omar nodded. “I’ll be at the bar.”

Duncan had a plan for the night. It was sneaky and played into what had happened the other day with him and Enzo in the shower. The only thing he hadn’t taken into consideration was Bella. Her eyes were wide and filled with wonder as she scanned the room. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.

“Holy shit,” she whispered when her gaze stopped on the u-shaped couches off to the left. There was a mix of couples in various positions. Some were having sex, while others watched or held a conversation. The sex was wild, unhinged. It wasn’t exactly what he’d meant to show them outright, but if they were going to be in the club with him, he might as well throw the siblings in the deep end.

Duncan leaned down. “There is no shame here. Everyone is free to enjoy themselves to their fullest. Nothing, and I meannothingis off-limits within the club. As long as it’s between consenting adults.”

“Ay dios mio.” Bella fanned her flushed face. “It’s like a round-robin.”

Duncan nodded. “If that’s what you’re into.”

“Damn,” Enzo murmured before giving his sister a nudge and drawing her focus off the couch to where two women played instead. One was on a chair, her legs spread while the other rested between them, eating her out. Next to both women in the same position were two males. One was giving a blow job, the other receiving.

“Yummy. Creamy pussy, my favorite,” Bella announced.

Enzo snorted. “Don’t play, you love cock too.”

Bella snickered. “I so do.”

“You’re bi also?” Duncan asked, placing a hand on each of their lower backs and guiding them deeper into the club.

Bella shrugged.

Before she could reply, Enzo said, “Bella simply likes pleasure and doesn’t care if it comes in the form of a cock or pussy.”

She shook her head and clenched her fist. “Not true, hijo de puta. I just don’t do labels.” Bella faced Duncan, remembering to keep her gaze down. “Sometimes I crave the hardness of a man’s body, the power behind his cock as he fucks me. Other times, I enjoy the soft touches and caresses of a woman as we come together. Either way, male or female, I enjoy the closeness of a shared experience.”

He blinked. Bella eloquently explaining her wants had been impressive, and the earlier fears he had about her disappeared. Anyone with that outlook would have absolutely no issues about what they saw, heard, or experienced tonight. With Bella content, he turned his attention to Enzo. The normally chatty guy had been relatively quiet as they moved around the club. It worried him, because right now he couldn’t get a read off the boy. Enzo shifted, and he saw the young man cup his bulging dick, giving it a hearty squeeze. If nothing else, this place was turning the other man on.

Duncan left the best for last, knowing what he was going to show them could be a bit more intense. Guiding the siblings, he explained what they were about to see. “The viewing rooms are for those looking for something specific while allowing others to participate by simply watching.”

In the first room, the couple was already deep into their scene. “Would you like to stay or leave?”

Enzo blinked several times and scrunched up his face, not in disgust, but curiosity. “What the hell?”

Duncan cocked his head, taking in the couple on the couch. Pegging. It was an interesting dynamic, but not for him though. The woman had the man on his back, his legs pushed out, opening him wide while fucking him in long, strong thrusts.

“The position is referred to as The Amazon.” He glanced at Enzo, who continued to watch with interest. “As you can see, it’s the woman who controls the speed and force of the fucking.”

“Have you ever—”

Duncan chuckled. “No. I don’t bottom. Ever.”

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