Okay my lovelies, here's the thing. Seeing as everyone seems to love this story so much more than the other story of mine I'm going to put the other one on hold and dedicate my time to LAAS. Keep voting and leaving comments and I will keep the updates coming! Oh, and I'm going to start dedicating chapters to my readers and followers. If I happen to like your comment and it makes me smile I just might dedicate one to you. So be creative and tell me what you think. Or just be completely random. It's up to you :)
tata for now, my lovies.
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Kristie blushed a bright red as she continued to follow suit behind this stranger, into the back of the club. She couldn't help but notice the mood was set rather ominously. The lighting had been changed to all red bulbs, glowing dark red on her skin and clothing. It made the shadows black and the images in each room that she passed blurred, but she wasn't naive. She knew what was happening, even if she couldn't see it.
Looking over the man's shoulder in front of her Kristie gasped. The hallway they were walking down wound around the corner, almost as if she were walking in a spiral until they would eventually reach the center of the very club. On either side of the hallway every few feet was a door with a latch and chain hanging from every knob. What she'd come to realize as she walked further down the corridor, every door that was occupied had the lock twisted and hanging from a latch on the inside. She only knew this from the fact that as she approached a door with this pattern grunts and moans filled the stale air around her. Every now and then there was the occasional screamer, but it wasn't screams of pain... More so screams of ecstasy.
She noticed that the man had come to stop in front of an open door, his hand gently pulling her to his side where she happily followed. Before she even took a look into the room Kristie remembered she had no idea what to even call her handsome stranger. Mentally she noted she might have been stalling from entering the room, but now was a good as time as any. She did need to know what to call him, after all. So her motive weren't as scaredy-cat as she had first thought.
"What might I call you?" she flirted, batting her lashed up at him.
His gaze turned gentle as he brought up a large hand to lightly cup her chin. Leaning in, his bright eyes never leaving her gaze, he whispered, "For now, my pet, you may call me Logan. I know this is your first time so I want to take it slow with you." He gave a deep chuckle that rolled over her skin, leaving her wanting more. "Lets get you accustomed to my ways of things before we get," he paused, the suspense killing her with every second that piled on. "serious."
His words sent goosebumps racing down her arms, chills running the length of her spine. If the look he was giving her was any indication that she was definitely going to enjoy what was about to conspire between them, then the way he spoke his words would have been more than enough. Logan practically glowed with sexual prowess. She wished she wasn't so effected by this guy, wanting to look like a professional even if he did know this was her first time. He saw her shiver, only making his smile grow.
"Come on, it's time." He spoke gently, pulling Kristie into the room behind him. As he turned around and locked the door she was finally able to get past her fear and look around at the room. A smile broke out across her face as she realized there wasn't anything special about this room other than the lighting. Logan was a gentleman, and obviously didn't want to scare her away. He knew she wouldn't be ready for anything hard-core just yet.
She gave a sigh of relief, letting out the breath she hadn't known she'd been holding. All those fears ebbing away from her tense shoulders. She had been so scared at what might have been awaiting her in that room. Just thinking back to all those contraptions she had seen when she had first google imaged this type of thing had made her heart skip a beat. How did some of that stuff even work?
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