Walking into the Lion's Den at 4 AM was something Scarlet never thought she'd be doing.
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The Lion's Den was a infamous sexual club founded by a man who's identity remained hidden, but basically lived in his own club.
Scarlet; a young journalist who is exploring her own sexual identity went out to seek out who the man was behind his famous mask. You see, she didn't quite care about the man's life. She was so involved in her work that she only cared about how big her story would be.
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Scarlet ran her pale fingers through her raven locks as she walked up to the big burly man guarding the outside of the club. "Password" the man hoarsely spoke.
Scarlet nervously tapped her fingers on her purse as she waited for what was to come. "Ruin" she spoke with confidence, something she clearly wasn't feeling. The burly man spoke the rules out to her and she looked right through him, not listening to a word he was saying. "As soon as you enter the building, you instantly give consent to the Dom's. They will do what they like to you, the safe word is 'Ares' say that and whoever is touching you will stop. Do I make myself clear?" The burly man rasped. Scarlet nodded as he opened the large steel door. She gulped as she entered inside.
The thick odor of sex filled the air as scarlet made her way down a narrow hallway. The faint sounds of moans and pleasurable screams invaded her head as she made her way towards the end of the hallway. She turned to the right and blushed at what she saw. Naked masked people. The sound of flesh clapping was more apparent than the screams. The lighting was a dim red. Scarlet made her way through the naked bodies, looking everywhere for someone who looked in charge. She blushed harder when she found him. She knew it was *him* from the rumors.
He was by far the most handsome being she's ever seen. His muscles were carved from stone, perfectly sculpted. His face was that of a Greek god. His hair, wild raven waves that fell onto his masked forehead.
Scarlet remained still as he made his way towards her. Unlike everyone else, he was fully clothed. Which gave away his identity right off the bat. Scarlet backed into a wall when she saw him stand impossibly close. The smell of Armani Code and sex filled her senses as he caged her between his built frame.
Her eyes squeezed shut when he leaned down, inches away from her. A shutter ran up her spine as she felt a slick tongue trace her jawline. Her mind went down the gutter. Thoughts of what else his tongue could do made her heart speed up. "Something tells me you're new." His deep velvety voice made her body burst into colorful flames. "Maybe it's because you're fully clothed." He grasped her skirt. "Or maybe because you're a nymphet." Scarlet gulped, he could read her like a book, just from her clothes. She suddenly felt like the most naked person in the room. Red flushed her cheeks. "I'm not a nymphet." She regretted her words, a large hand coiled around her fragile neck. A stoic look took over his masked face. "I never told you to speak princess." He whispered, dominance radiated off of him. She flushed even more red as she could feel her panties moisten with her arousal. "Ah no, what really gives it away is that you're unmasked." His knuckle brushed her soft cheeks.
"I've never-" "Ares" she cut him off. He looked at her in puzzlement. "That's your name." She blurt out. Ares' face remained stoic but his whole demeanor changed rapidly. Before she knew it. Scarlet found herself being dragged towards the back room. The true Lion's den.
