Page 124 of Receiving His Mercy
“I don’t know . . . I think she needs you here in particular. And I promised Gray and Lacey to watch her carefully.”
She nodded, smiling reassuringly as Rory turned to glance back at them. She could see how tense the other woman was.
Maybe Travis was right. Rory did need her here.
The club was still pretty quiet. But it meant that she got a good look around. It was a large space with plenty of different areas set around the room. The lighting was dim in some parts and brighter in others.
She jumped at the sound of a whip cracking and glanced over to find a male sub tied to a St. Andrews cross. The Domme behind him cracked the whip again, not landing it against his skin.
“That’s Lana,” Travis told her. “She’s just warming up. Dan is the sub, he’s a masochist who loves the anticipation of hearing the whip crack.”
Right.
Good to know.
She was aware of a few curious looks as they moved around the room.
“There’s a quiet room off in that direction.” Travis pointed to a set of large double doors. “You can get a drink in there if you want, but there’s a two-drink maximum for everyone. There are also booths in there for talking and negotiating.”
She nodded as they followed Jace and Rory slowly around. She looked back but Kane had stopped to talk to Tyler who waved at her. There were a number of women staring at him and smiling.
“Tyler’s working as a monitor tonight,” Travis told her, glancing back at his brother.
“He seems to have quite the entourage.”
Travis snorted. “Yeah, he’s popular.”
“How many monitors are there?”
“More than there were when Rory was taken.” Travis scowled. “That fucker should never have been able to take her. There are always six monitors on this floor. Upstairs there are private areas. There are still monitors at the entrance to the stairs to check on everyone going up there and there are panic buttons in each room as well as a monitor who regularly checks audio and visual for each room. But there’s more privacy up there than down here.”
Good to know.
Rory finally stopped in front of a scene where a sub was suspended by silken ropes. She was completely naked. The Dom, who was a good-looking older man, ran a finger through her lower lips, before holding it up so everyone could see how wet she was. Then he sucked it into his mouth.
Bloody hell that was hot.
Travis moved in behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist. “I’d almost be jealous of that look on your face, but I know it’s not because you you’re attracted to Anders. It’s because you like the idea of being suspended like that, don’t you?”
“Do you know how to do that?” she asked breathlessly.
“Shibari? Yep. I also know how to get you nice and wet.”
He sure did.
Most of the people here tonight were wearing black. Caren hated wearing black so she was wearing a pale pink gown. It clung to her breasts, before falling loosely to the tops of her thighs. She wore a pair of matching lace panties and pink sandals.
She’d worn a large coat over the outfit on their way here.
Rory was dressed more conservatively. She wore a pair of black tights and a corset that covered everything yet was stillsexy as hell. On her feet were a pair of red stilettos which Caren thought were fire.
Too bad she couldn’t wear shoes that high. She’d probably trip on something and take her eye out.
“Would you like to try it?” he asked.
“Not tonight. Tonight is about Rory. But . . . maybe another night?”
“You’ve never done it before?” he asked.
