50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Thirty-Nine

    Muted, hypnotic music wafted towards them as they entered the establishment. The front lobby area had a desk and framed vintage photographs lining the walls. Destiny tried to get a good look at the photos, but since she was attached to Aubrey, she was forced to move along with him. They showed their ID's to the desk attendant. The attendant arched a brow at Destiny's United States-issued ID, but waved them towards a set of velvet, purple curtains. Legitimate velvet, purple curtains.

    Aubrey swept a heavy curtain back and escorted her through it. The music grew louder once they were on the other side of the curtains. He led her down a long, dark hall that twisted and turned and finally led out into a large room.

    The room was not well-lit. But once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, the first thing she noticed was that the room was filled with people. The second thing she noticed was that those people, for all intents and purposes, were naked or close to naked. The third thing she noticed was that there were contraptions set up all around the room, that men and women alike were strapped into. Some were getting flogged. Some were completing acts that were a lot more intimate.

    She blinked her eyes, clutching onto Aubrey a little more tightly than she meant to.

    He looked down at her, then lifted his head.

    "Aubrey, is that you?" A short, pudgy man with thinning dark hair approached them. He burst out into a grin. "It is! I haven't seen you in forever, man. I thought you were out of the lifestyle."

    "It just took me a long time to find someone worth bringing here," Aubrey said jovially. "Nice to see you again, Tim."

    Tim turned cheerful eyes to Destiny. "And who is this beauty?"

    "This is Destiny," Aubrey introduced. "Destiny, this is Tim. He manages the place."

    She extended her hand in greeting to Tim, who was shirtless with a pair of slacks on.

    Aubrey chuckled and covered her hand with his own. "Rule number one: don't shake anyone's hand in a place like this." He lowered her hand and gave Tim an apologetic look.

    Tim held his hands up, palms facing forward. "No offense taken, no offense taken," he said. He turned to Destiny. "Can I take your coat, though?"

    Her eyes were frightened when she looked up to Aubrey. If I can't trust him enough to shake his hand, why would I trust him to touch my coat?

    "Let him take your coat," Aubrey told her.

    She obediently slid her arms out of the sleeves of the coat and hesitantly handed it over to Tim.

    Tim's eyes roamed over her body appreciatively. "My, my," he murmured.

    "Don't be a creeper, Tim," Aubrey chided, pointing at him and wrapping an arm around Destiny's waist.

    "I'm sorry," Tim said without tearing his eyes away from Destiny.

    Aubrey laughed and steered her away from Tim and his antics. "He's a riot."

    "What...what is this?" she asked him.

    He surveyed the room. "This is a sex club," he told her.

    She had figured as much. "I guess what I'm really asking..."

    "Is what are we doing here?" he finished for her.

    "Yes," she said, her voice shaking.

    "We are here to explore. Whatever we do is up to us." There was a glint in his eyes as he said the words.

    The room was filled with moans and groans that were nearly drowned out by the music playing over the speakers. Nearly, but not quite. She saw breasts and asses and naked men in all of their glory. People kissing and groping and engaged in a number of different positions. Women riding men, women bent over couches, women chained to the wall. Everyone around us is fucking each other, she thought.

    "I can tell you're nervous," he told her as he led her past a cluster of naked bodies. "You don't have to be."

    She nodded, but her cheeks flushed. Clasping her hands together, she kept her gaze lowered. Trying to shut out the sounds of other people moaning and screaming their brains out. At my funeral, my tombstone will read, "Here lies Destiny. She definitely didn't lead a dull life."

    He led her around the room. "You keep looking at the floor, but I want you to look around."

    "I feel like I'm spying on other people," she said in a hushed voice. "Like I'm intruding."

    "They're here for a reason. They want to be seen."

    "Is that why you're here?" she demanded. "Because you want to be seen?"

    He shrugged. "Yes."

    She shook her head. They walked past a couple making good use out of a sex swing. "And this is what you need? To remind yourself that I belong to you?"

    "Yes," he said again.

    They came to stand before two men, seated side by side, with their women riding them. The women leaned over while riding their men and kissed each other.

    Destiny felt her cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. She turned her face into Aubrey's arm, wishing with all of her might that they were back in his condo.

    "I want you to look at them," he urged her.

    "I can't. I can't do this." Her voice was muffled because her face was still pressed into his arm.

    "Destiny. I wasn't asking you."

    The firmness in his voice was enough to make her lift her head and face forward. That was right. He'd been so lax with rules that she'd almost forgotten, she had to do literally anything he asked of her. And without hesitation. She stared at the engaged couples, still clinging to Aubrey's arm.

    One of the women arched a look at the two of them over her shoulder. She smiled at Destiny.

    Destiny was too traumatized to return the smile, but she continued to watch. As instructed. She took a deep breath, and that helped to calm her very frayed nerves. Watching people's intimate moments made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She hadn't ever gotten into watching pornography, so this felt like...it felt like taking trigonometry without taking basic algebra and geometry first. Like she'd skipped over a prerequisite course in kinkiness.

    Something did happen, though. The longer she watched the couple, the less uncomfortable she felt.

    Aubrey disengaged his arm from hers and went to stand behind her. He settled his hands on top of her shoulders and slid them down her arms. Then he lowered his head and kissed one bare shoulder. "Keep watching them," he said, his voice soft next to her ear. He grabbed her earlobe between his lips and sucked on it.

    A shudder ran through her body and then his arms were sliding down the sides of her torso and reaching beneath her skirt.

    The woman arched another look back at Destiny and Aubrey. While riding the man beneath her, she grinned at them.

    Destiny's eyes locked with hers. She watched the woman riding her man, and the woman watched Aubrey tease Destiny with his fingers. Destiny's legs grew weak. She reached back and clutched the bottom of his t-shirt, tightening her thighs around his hand.