He carries me further into the club, to the portion we haven’t been yet. The halls all look the same here, so I’m not sure which way he’s going. His boots click on the hardwood floor as the black walls pass me. Every now and then my eyes travel to a different room we pass. Each of the rooms has a similar decor, but with different intentions. I watch the other club goers as he carries me, a mix of all different supernaturals. We pass a room with a wall with hooks, each of them holding a different strap on. It would be nearly impossible to miss the scene of Asmo lying on his shoulders, his back supported by some piece of furniture, his ass up, arms wrapped around his thighs, cock fully erect as Kas pegs him. She strokes his length as the purple dildo retreats in and out of his ass. Her fingers grip tight on his thighs and they both smile at each other as she takes control. Lowkey, wish Dax wasn’t carrying me right now so we could take a brief pit stop and watch the rest of the show.

I sigh when I can no longer see them. Maybe after Mara is caught, we can come and do this again and I will actually get to really take in the sights. I could sit on Dax’s lap and he could touch me as we watched them touch each other. While there’s no way in Hell I’m willing to share Dax, it’s crystal clear that I don’t mind people watching, and I quite enjoy being watched.

The room he takes me to is more publicly centered. Larger than the one I gave him head in, and there are six chairs that allow onlookers.

The room is simple. There’s a wall with different floggers, paddles, and instruments hanging menacingly. A deep purple chandelier is in the middle of the room, dimly lighting the space. But the showstopper of the room is the bench in the middle. Made from oak wood with five sections of burgundy padding. There are restraints on all four outer padded sections, clearly there to restrain your calves and forearms. I realize that this is a spanking bench. I have never seen one in person, but now that I have, I feel intimidated, especially as I look at the restraints.

“Don’t worry about those. We won’t be needing them,” Dax says, making me turn my gaze from the bench to his face. He looks like he wants to devour me, and frankly I’d let him eat me alive with how he makes me feel. “Panties,” he says, holding out his palm face up.