Not So Delicate ||18+|| ✔️

Brooklyn ~10~

"Brooklyn?" Milo asked, coming closer to us. I tried to move away but the hand on my throat stayed, keeping me pinned to his chest. "Oh.. I'll leave you two be.." He said before winking at me and walking away.

"What are you even doing here?" I whisper willfully. His hand tightened a little before it left my neck. Once I turned around to look at him, he was gone. I looked around with heavy breaths.

Looking back at the stage, my eyes widened. Sir William had Lori bent over a bench, her ass was high in the air as he repeatedly thrust a toy into her. She gripped the bench, her knuckles turning white. She was biting down on her lip to keep her noises hushed. Her backside was red and her face was tear-stricken. She was whimpering softly, a moan falling from her lips.

"What did I say?" Sir William asked threateningly, grabbing a handful of her ass before slapping it.

"To be quiet.." Lori whimpered, grabbing the chain of her restraints and tugging at them. Sir William chuckled lowly, leaning over her body and whispering something in her ear, making her cry softly.

I rubbed my thighs together discreetly, my body feeling like it was on fire. I wanted to know what it felt like to be in her position, and I wanted to know what he told her to make her cry.

My thoughts froze and my body tensed at the feeling of a hand on my waist. Turning around I see someone that looked awfully familiar. He was taller than me by a ton load, his body was bigger than mine by a tenfold. It was so dark in here that I had to force my eyes to focus in on the man in front of me. before I could though, he turned me around and moved my hair to the side.

"Who are you?" I ask nervously. Even though this was a stranger with his hands on me, I felt the need to melt into his touch.

"You know me already, Miss Brooklyn." His voice was husky in my ear, his warm breath against my shoulder. My breath was caught in my throat, my heart plummeting to the second circle of hell. I felt his hand pull me a little closer to him, the faint sound of him breathing in my scent.

"Mr. Archer-" I swallowed thickly, feeling his lips glide against my shoulder. "What are you.. I can explain why I'm here.." I stammered, he chuckled lowly and straightened up. His hand grabbed my face in the same manner as the previous man did, forcing me to look at the stage.

Lori was covered in a black liquid, seemingly wax. She was being edged by Sir Williams until her body physically gave out under her. And even then, he didn't grant her the pleasure of an orgasm. He continued to stimulate her, bringing her to another orgasm and then denying it. He repeated that for another orgasm.

Tears fell from her eyes and her lip was tucked firmly between her teeth. When she was edged for the last time, her whole body went limp. I watched as he gently released her from all her bonds, peppering soft kisses over her red skin.

Most people walked away from the scene while others stayed with their partners. Sir Williams gently picked Lori up, kissing her sweetly as he whispered things to her.

"Tell me why he did that.." Mr. Archer's voice was soft but firm, making me tense again. I tried to look at him but he kept a firm grip on my throat.

"Did what?" I asked, mumbling. He squeezed softly before whispering in my ear, his breath making me feel like I was on fire.

"Why did he deny her orgasm?" He asked, finally turning me around. To see him standing in front of me, in dark pants, a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, and gold jewelry that decorated his tan skin, it made me want to do sinful things.

"I.. I don't know." I mumble, suddenly realizing that this was my boss and I was basically naked in front of him. He must've realized the same when his eyes ran over the lacy set and corset. He closed his eyes for a moment and exhaled softly before looking at me again.

"Because she didn't obey his orders. She was told to be quiet and she wasn't." He explained, his eyes turning a darker shade with each word that rolled off his tongue.

"She has her reasons." I fired back, quirking an eyebrow. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer to me, his chest pressed against mine. His hands found my waist and he lowered himself a little to be my height.

"Outside of this club, outside of the bedroom, she has every right to tell him no or to obey her own rules. But see, she was being dominated. This means that no matter how much of a precious little brat she is, she still has to follow her dominant's rules." He said lowly, nearly growling. I knew he was talking about the couple who was previously on stage, but for some odd reason, I felt it was aimed at me too. "Now, what brings you to a sex club, angel?"

My face burst into flames, my body going rigid. I swore I was at the point of a stroke. "I... my friend, he... wait. What are you doing here?" I stopped my sentence and asked him the same question, looking at him expectantly.

He grinned and licked his lips, his eyes holding mine. "I asked you first."

"Ladies go first." I smiled back. He groaned softly and rested his forehead on my shoulder. Breathing in my scent. I couldn't help but do the same, his hair smelt like mint and his cologne smelt like sandalwood and eucalyptus.

"You're lucky you're wearing the red band." He whispered before moving away and staring at me. "My friend works here. I came to pick him up after his shift and saw you watching Will and Lori while pressing your thighs together." He smirks.

"That's a little unprofessional of you, don't you think?" I mumble, trying to find an excuse to move his attention away from my rapidly heating body.

"Luckily for us, whatever happens in this club, stays in this club. It's like Vegas. Only much safer." He grinned. I rolled my eyes and shook my head, looking back at him with a face. "Roll your eyes again. I dare you." He said gravely.

I froze for a second, debating whether I should do it again or not. Deciding not to, I take a step back from him.

"You didn't see me, I didn't see you. Thankfully my suspension gives me enough time to forget about this." I say a little bitterly before walking away to find Milo. Completely oblivious of the two sets of eyes watching the interaction unfold.

I found Milo talking to Ethan and another girl. Walking towards him, I politely excuse myself before turning and looking at him with wide eyes.

"I need to leave. Like now." I mumble quietly. He looked alarmed and immediately went into protective mode, looking over my body for any signs of a bruise. His eyes landed on my shoulder, looking furious.

"Was that one consensual or nah?" He glared at my shoulder, making me look down at it in confusion. Seeing the now red and purple hickey, my heart leaped out of my mouth. The bastard gave me a hickey.

"Yeah, yeah. I just need to get out of here. You should too. Mr. Archer is here." I whispered. He widened his eyes and nodded before turning to the two who were watching intently.

"Ethan, Noelle, this is Brooklyn. Vice versa. We have to leave early, something came up. Ethan.." Milo trailed off before giving him a subtle wink.

Milo took my hand in his and dragged me to the front desk, retrieving our phones and coats. Before we could leave, the lady called our attention.

"Just in case you wish to come back, the monthly fee is 12k." She said with a warm smile. My eyes widened and I nodded, thanking her before we left, unaware of the three sets of eyes watching us through the cameras.