Page 94 of Architecti
I hand her a helmet.She peers at it, her face crumpling, but I give her the same expression I did in the clock tower.
“This is not up for discussion.”
An hour later, I’m pulling my bike into the carriage parking lot of the new DnD club in town.
“These clubs are special,” I say as I tuck our helmets onto a rack in the parking lot.“Everything that happens in here stays inside the club.We have a free pass.It’s imbued with magic from the Whisper Club in Sangui City but modelled on the New Imperium sex clubs.In other words, we get to have fun in here without the worry of being caught, and even if we are, no one can say anything.”
Her eyes burn at the news.Her tongue glides over her bottom lip, and I revel in the knowledge that tonight is going to be exceptional.
We enter the club, greeted by a door that, for want of a better explanation, feels you up like a dirty old man as you pass through it.The club smells a little like iron and a little of mint and lavender.Odd.But that’s what happens when city magics are mixed.
It’s dark, the walls covered in black-and-maroon velvet, with Chesterfield buttons in a uniform pattern on the bottom half of the walls.
The entryway opens into the main area of the club, where there’s a bar and a dance floor.Tables are dotted around the space with dancers spiralling up and down poles entertaining or engaging guests.But what catches Lucy’s attention are the windows running the perimeter of the room.As she peeks into each of them, examining the different types of kinks and sex play on offer, the skin of her neck and face heats.
She stops suddenly and turns to me.“I… want this… us.But not here…” She points to her chest, hovering over her crystalline demon’s heart.
I grit my teeth.“No emotions?”
She nods, not quite able to look at me.“If I fall for you… I lose everything.It’s not just about my tenure.When a demon falls for a mortal, our magic transfers to them, and we’re left totally vulnerable.”
I knew this but hearing it doesn’t hurt any less.
“I get it,” I say, and this time, I can’t bring myself to look at her.Because deep down I think it might already be too late.
But I won’t tarnish our celebration tonight with my pathetic heart.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, but I choose to ignore it and drag her past more windows.We pass another room with a naked man in it.He has another guy on his knees.The naked one slaps his cock against the one kneeling and then spits in his mouth before ramming his dick in.
Lucy’s nose wrinkles.
“Was it the penis or the spitting?”I ask.
“The spitting.I don’t mind plastic cocks, actually quite like them,” she says, looking queasy.
I laugh.“So spitting is a hard line.Good to know, we all have them.”
“What’s yours?”she asks.
“While I’ll give anal, I won’t receive.”
“Noted.So… umm… are we going to talk about what we do want…?”
This makes me smile.“It my job to provide.I seem to remember you enjoy being spanked.”
“You also called me a whore,” she whispers.
I smile, knowing exactly which room to take her to.I grab her hand and pull her down the corridor and into a red-themed room.She needs to have control, and she wants to be free because she’s trapped in real life.This is how I help her.
She steps inside and gasps.The room is full of toys and devices, some even I haven’t seen before.
“Take your clothes off,” I demand.
She obeys, sucking in her bottom lip and chewing on it.But it’s the way her eyes flare, all fire and flames, that makes my heart squeeze.She is the memory I want to die with.
If Ignatius reaps me in a couple of months’ time, then I hope her smile is the last thing I see.But I can’t think like that, not when she’s been clear—no emotions.So I take a moment to shut them down.If all I can have from her is transactional, sex but no love, a deal agreed in souls, training for help, then so be it.I’ll take whatever she’s willing to give me, because I’d rather take a piece of her with me than die never having held her heart in my hands.
“You are in control,” I say.
