Page 5 of Demons in My Bed
I’d never seen so much leather, latex, lace, and flesh in my life. And the masks. So many fucking masks. Some were your typical, masquerade style, but others were straight out of horror films and nightmares. And then there were the kinks. A quick scan of the room took in bondage restraints, collars, gags, and some things I’d never even laid eyes on before.Good for them. Damn.
My brain felt like it was spinning as I neared a balcony. I was in sensory overload, in the best possible way. “Gopnik” by Mareux had everyone grinding, completely entranced by the sultry beat and raspy voice.
I shouldered my way to the front of the balcony, getting my first real look at the expanse of Haunt. It was massive. The lower level was almost like a pit, full of people. The balcony I was on ran in a full circle, about twenty feet above the dance floor. Along the walls, there were alcoves with neon signs shaped into different things. I caught a glimpse of a skeleton, a huge dick spurting cum in flashes, and what looked like a pig snout.
“First time at Haunt?” a woman called out to me over the music, and I swiveled to look at her. Her short, blonde hair was in little pigtails, and she had a pair of wings attached to her back. I realized it was the girl from the line earlier.
“Yeah! Is it easy to tell?” I shouted back, offering a smile and sneakily eyeing those sparkly wings.Wonder if she made them?
She laughed. “I think everyone’s a little shell-shocked the first time. You saw the sex cells?”
“I’m sorry—thewhat?”
Her head tilted toward the alcove I’d been staring at, which proudly displayedIt isn’t going to lick itselfin neon lights. “The sex cells. Each alcove leads to a different room, but the signs give a pretty clear description of what goes on inside. Like that one there?” She pointed at the licking one. “It’s for people who love oral sex. Giving and receiving. And it’s anonymous. Just head on in there, pull your panties down, climb up on the platform on your hands and knees—or your back—and get serviced. Only your bottom half is visible to the room. Or, you can go take a peek and see if anyone’s looking especially tasty to you.”
“I think I need a drink or two first,” I fired back, flashing a wink at my little, butterfly friend as I ignored the rising heat in my body at the visual she’d painted in my brain.
“Sure thing, doll. But you’re gonna want to stay right where you are. They’re about to make their entrance!” Her eyes sparkled. I didn’t even have to ask who ‘they’ were. Of course they’d make a grand entrance.
Right on cue, the music stopped and the lights shut off, plunging the club into darkness. The roar of the crowd was deafening, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t swept up in the feeling, the excitement of what was to come.
“People of Port Black!” a voice boomed through the speakers, eliciting another round of screams. “The Exiled thank you for coming to the party! Are you ready to welcome our city’s leaders like they deserve?”
My heart was thundering. I was about to see them. In person. For the first time.
“I said, are you ready to welcome your fucking leaders like the royalty they are?!”
The crowd was turning manic, on the verge of rioting. That’s how crazy they were for these psychopaths.How? Why?
The sound of a slow heartbeat began thumping through the club, and it seemed every soul in the building was holding their breath. We couldn’t see a thing, adding to the anticipation, raising the hair on my arms.
“Here they come,” Butterfly Girl shouted, clapping her hands as she bounced up and down.
Five red lights flashed along the balcony, and if I wasn’t so used to ghosts popping up in my face without warning, I probably would’ve screamed as I came face to face with a man in a mask. His face was a skeleton, and his head tilted slightly, his dark eyes boring into mine. Slowly, his painted smile stretched into something that should’ve been truly terrifying, but I didn’t so much as blink.
The longer we stared at each other, the further his smile grew. He was sexy as sin, and I could tell he was shirtless, but I didn’t dare break eye contact to look. The club was suddenly plunged into darkness again for a moment before orange lights lit up the same spots.
I blinked, looking around for the skeleton guy, but was quickly distracted by the new dancer before me. A big guy with red hair rolled his hips in time with the beat, making the crowd go wild. The gas mask he wore deterred a closer look at his appearance. He didn’t focus on one single person as he danced; this one clearly liked to show off. My eyes trailed down his body to find him wearing a leather tutu, full fishnet stockings, garters, and combat boots. Good gods.
Darkness. Blue lights.
Damn, I’d picked a good spot to stand. Another guy before me, this one with dark hair and a simple masquerade mask. How mysterious. I cocked an eyebrow at him as his eyes narrowed on me, almost as though he could hear my thoughts.
Darkness. Green lights.
“A latex pig mask? Holy fuck!” I squealed, unable to stop my reaction.
The absolutely ripped man before me gripped the railing so hard, his knuckles turned white. I didn’t miss the amount of blades he had strapped to his body. As I let my own hand trail down my hip to my knife, I heard a growl over the music, which did things to me that usually required a lot more than just a sound.
Darkness. Yellow lights.
Now a tall man in a black hoodie was inches from my face, in a mask with neon green stitching for facial features. Standing behind the balcony railing, he lifted a hand and pointed directly at me before leaning back and fucking free falling from the ledge. The crowd screamed and cheered as the four other members of The Exiled followed suit, landing on their feet and promptly taking hold of diamond-studded leashes which were attached to…
Oh gods.
“I’d give anything to be on the other end of one of those leashes!” Butterfly Girl yelled, and I watched as the crowd below parted, making way for the five gang bosses as they each approached the center of the dance floor from different parts of the room.
Each of them held a leash connected to a person—some women, some men, all in either a puppy or kitten mask, all of them crawling on their hands and knees, wagging whip-like tails that were coming out of their asses. How were they staying in pla—Oh. Oh my shit stars.
