Page 116 of Brandishing Balance
I owed it all to my guys. They showed me the strength I held within me. While I’d been able to stand on my own two feet before, now I felt confident and steady. My men had showered me in love and supported me through every high and low.
They made me fall more in love with them every day.
Life was bliss.
Maya
“You look utterly breathtaking, Little Dreamer.” Nico’s voice was low and gravelly as his eyes roamed over the short leather skirt and tight black and red corset I wore. My tits were pushed up and my waist cut in, amplifying my curves. The sky-high heels only made my calves and ass look fantastic.
I had spent an hour on my dark sultry makeup, the smokey eyes and deep red lipstick only finished off the look. My curls were big and voluptuous tonight and I had made sure to take several pictures of myself for memory, because the whole damn look had taken forever to do.
“Fucking hell, Mi Vida.” Marcos groaned as I walked into the living room where the three of them where sitting. They’d been patiently waiting for me, and I think I outdid their expectations.
Jason’s eyes were glued to my tits, and I even saw him swallow and lick his lips in anticipation.
My heart thundered in my chest as I took in my men. They wore dress pants and black button-down shirts. Their Devil’s Psychos cuts were nowhere to be seen, though they still wore their heavy boots with their dress slacks. It made me smile. I’d expected nothing less from them.
“You guys look hot.”
“Not as hot as you, Mi Vida.”
“Ready?” I asked, looking over them.
“Ready.” Nico confirmed, holding up my long winter dress coat. Winter was upon us, and the end of November in central Illinois had turned blustery. While it hadn’t snowed yet, riding weather was definitely over.
Maya
Sinister Desires was something out of an erotic novel. The sex club was off the charts in glamor and luxury. Black and silver accents everywhere, lots of velvet and silk coverings on the booths. Mood lighting was everywhere and there was plenty of deep booth space to sink back into the shadows. The main barroom was well thought out and breathtaking. There was astage along the main back wall, and to the left of the room a long bar with all the top shelf liquor you could imagine.
Booths and tables filled the main space while cocktail waitresses and bartenders ran the room. It was a fully functioning restaurant as well as a sex club. From the website’s pictures and descriptions, all the sex rooms or dungeon space was either upstairs or downstairs. Upstairs housed more private spaces, while the lower level housed the playrooms.
The building was an enormous warehouse turned into the club, and I could only imagine what all it housed. I knew my boys booked us a room downstairs in the dungeon space. I knew we talked about my current limits and ideas of what my triggers might be, but I truly didn’t know until I’d be facing them…and I’d be facing them soon.
We enjoyed a delicious dinner tucked away in a corner booth that only had a pendant light over the table, leaving the booth itself a dark corner for us to touch and explore while ate our food. My men took advantage of my lack of underwear—something I had started doing again since moving in with them—by fingering me throughout our meal.
I was a panting keyed up mess by the time we finished eating and made our way downstairs. My eyes were wide as I tried to take everything in. Where upstairs was glamorous and luxurious with circles and soft edges, downstairs was industrial and sleek and modern. It still boasted the black and silver decor, but there were lots of chrome finishes and sharp lines. It was edgy and sophisticated.
There was a main room in the center, with a lot of heavy wooden equipment like a Saint Andrews cross and a stockade. There was a bondage table and breeding bench, several sex chairs with openings or space for toy attachments. Racks of toys and torture devices were placed strategically around the open space, allowing for a crowd of people to watch any given activity.
It was magnificent.
My mouth dropped open when I saw a woman on the breeding bench. Her legs were tied straight up in the air, with her ass hang off the edge, while her head hung off the other side of the bench. Two men plowed into her from both ends at the same time, right in the middle of the room. Her arms were tied to her sides by thick Shibari ropes and she was moaning loudly as they fucked her hard.
People loitered around the space, watching with fascination. I could feel my cunt clenching with need as I took in the scene. “Come on, Little Dreamer. We’ve got our own fun to find.”
Nico wrapped his arm around my waist and led me away, down the opposite hall and away from the scene. I watched over my shoulder until I could no longer see them, and only then did I turn away, swallowing thickly.
I think I was going to like this place.
Marcos led the way down the hall past several closed doors until he paused in front of number fourteen and turned to look at me. “Remember, you tell us no tonight, and we stop. You say wait and we wait.”
I nodded. “I’d like to use our safe words again.”
The three of them straightened.
“Alright, Little Dreamer. If that’s what you want.”
“No degradation,” I added. I bit my lip and watched the three of them nod at me.
