Letting Go of You (Anchored Hearts #2) (2 page)

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~ CASSIDY ~

Wow. 

It
was the only thing running through my mind.  There were people everywhere, mostly dancing and gyrating to the music.  As I took in more I noticed that James was right—compared to some—I was overdressed.  We were in a large warehouse that had been turned into a dark dance club.  Cages, occupied with dancers both male and female, hung from the ceiling.  It wasn’t what I expected.  At all.  Black latex, leather, and masks met my every turn.  Some were in costume, others not.

Turning to him, “This isn’t what I was expecting.”

Leaning to my ear, “This is just the dance club, what you’re expecting and looking for is downstairs.”

“Oh.”

Just then a waitress, with only electrical tape covering her nipples, came over with a tray of shots in several pretty neon colors.  I grabbed one and downed it instantaneously.  I was unexpectedly nervous and needed another dose of liquid courage.  James was pulling money out of his wallet when I grabbed a second shot and downed it too.

“Careful, Cassidy.  I would like you coherent and not sloppy!”  He was smiling as
I licked the remnants of my second shot from my lips.

“Let’s dance.”  The music was pumping through my blood and I needed to dance.  He shook his head and told me to go ahead.  “Please.”  I pouted my lips and he smirked in return.

Pulling me close he said, “I need to see to some things.  I’ll be right back.  Don’t wander off with anyone you hear me?”  I nodded.  “I’m serious.  You’ll be very enticing to many.  I’ll meet you back here soon.”  He kissed me and then I watched him walk off.

Enticing to many.  I shook my head thinking ‘give me a break’. 
Once he disappeared into the crowd I turned and ran smack into someone.  “Sorry about that,” I yelled over the music.  When I looked to see who I ran into I recognized her.  “Delaney?”  Though she was wearing a black wig cut in a bob.

“Cassidy!  Are you here with James?”

Suddenly blushing I said, “Yeah, he’ll be right back.”

She
seemed to be thinking about something while she took in my appearance.  “You want to dance?”

“Yes!”

Before I could say anything more she dragged me to the floor with her, after grabbing more shots for us.  We started moving to the beat in our own little section of the floor.  Most of the dancers were women dancing in small clusters, with half as many men in between.  Delaney could move and I found myself having a great time.

A few songs later, after downing a
fourth or fifth shot at Delaney’s insistence, the song playing overhead became more seductive, rather than techno.  I was in my own little world dancing with myself, wishing James was with me.  Smith had arrived and pulled Delaney into his embrace when I felt hands on my hips.  The liquor was getting to me and I couldn’t react as fast as I wanted.

The hands began exploring my sides
, down to the tops of my thighs, and back up again.  I closed my eyes seeking out some form of reprieve for my swimming head.  I was aware that I was turned on, and went to turn in James’ arms.  I was nose to nose with someone I didn’t recognize, a woman.  She had ice blonde hair and soft brown eyes.  I tried pulling away when she smiled and continued dancing with me, my feeble attempt thwarted. 

My brain function was muddled as we swayed to the beat.  I was aware of her body pressed against mine when I felt
the lips of another press to the back of my neck.  They were warm and enticing as I struggled with my morals and emotions.  I was tipsy and I had never been in this situation.  I started to pull away when I saw James walking toward me.  His face was stone, but his eyes were infuriated.

He yanked me away from the two people I was wedged between saying, “Thank you Roxy and Misty for keeping her company, but she’s spoken for.”  His hand was around my wrist, dragging me to the corner we had previously occupied.  Putting his hands on my hips he picked me up and placed me on a stool.  “You’re drunk!”
  As he waited for my response he flagged down a waitress and asked for two waters.

“I
amb bot.” I slurred my words and had to work extra hard to say, “I am not!  I’m tipsy.”

He had a good laugh at my expense.  I stuck my tongue out at him as he asked, “How many
drinks did you have?  I saw you with Delaney.” 

I tried to think back and remembered that Delaney handed me two shots
, maybe more.  I had a minimum of four shots within twenty to thirty minutes.  I was an idiot.  “Um, three or four.  Delaney…“

“Delaney can drink
me
under the table.  I shouldn’t have left you with her.”  The waitress reappeared with our waters and I was suddenly feeling parched.  I started sucking down the ice water as James said, “Slow down, Cassidy or you’re going to…”

“Get a headache.”  I set the glass down and pinched the bridge of my nose as the cold water pierced my senses.

“What am I going to do with you?”  I looked up to see James was totally amused.

An hour,
a few glasses of water, and several chips later I felt like I had my bearings back.  James had tried convincing me to go home, but I wouldn’t have anything to do with it.  There was no way that I had made it as far as I did to just get shitfaced and go home before seeing it
all
.

As I sobered up
, I was entranced with all the dancers on the floor and those in the cages hanging throughout the club.  I loved all the industrial rock music playing which included a lot of Rob Zombie.  I couldn’t explain it but something about his music set a part of me free, made me feel bolder.  Several of his songs appeared in my workout playlist. 

The two girls, I think their names were Roxy and Misty, were still dancing and would occasionally ma
ke eye contact with me and James.  I couldn’t help but ask, “Friends of yours?”  He groaned in annoyance which immediately solidified that he knew them, and knew them well
.
  If I hadn’t been in such a good mood I probably would’ve questioned him further.

I slid off my stool and s
tood between his legs as he stared into my eyes.  I took the liberty to run my hands up and down his muscled thighs.  Rubbing him through the pants he wore, I felt him stiffen at my touch.  Pulling his face to mine, I smiled and said, “I’m ready!  Let’s do this.” 

He chuckled at my enthusiasm before grabbing my hand.
  He pulled me back toward the main entrance, passing by the coat room and back to the bouncer.  They exchanged a few words, and after the bouncer nodded, as he stood.  He moved out from in front of another door and opened it for us.   

Pulling me behind him
, James and I entered another hallway and were met with a staircase.  To the right it went up and to the left it went down.  James pulled me down the stairs as I noticed the music from the club echoed loudly down the corridor.  The staircase was dimly lit and I could smell that faint basement smell that consisted of cold, damp concrete walls.

We reached the end of the staircase and were met with another bouncer guarding a door.  He nodded at James without exchanging words
and opened the door for us.  The first thing in front of us looked like a reception desk with a sexed up girl behind the counter.

“Master B, it’s been a long time...”  She beamed at him as he shook his finger at her and she ceased speaking.

“I need the paperwork.”

She nodded as I looked at James, “Master B?” 

She bent down, pulled some papers out from under the desk, and placed what looked like a contract down in front of me.  I looked at James and he told me to read it carefully, ignoring my comment on his title of Master B, and to then sign it if I was comfortable with what I read.

The contract laid out the importance of privacy and the logistics behind it all.  Nothing surprised me; of course there was nothing in great detail telling me what I should expect to see.  It was more in regard to the secrecy of the club and the members attending.  I nodded to James when I finished reading it.

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”  He handed me a pen and I signed.  Taking a deep breath I handed the contract to the girl behind the desk and we made our way through a red curtain and into a large entryway. 

Before us, laid out in a U shape, there were five arched concrete doorways, each covered with blue and gold velvet curtains.  I gulped in surprise because it wasn’t what I was expecting to see.  I gripped his hand tighter as my adrenaline started pumping.

“Where to lady, which door?”  He leaned in and blew his hot breath in my ear
, sending a tremor through me.

I just looked at him shaking my head.  “No way, you pick.”  James smiled at that before pulling me to the door
to our right.

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“Is that…”

“A Saint Andrews cross?  Yes.” 

The woman was blindfolded, spread wide, wrists and ankles bound to each corner as another woman teased and tortured her.  The mistress then put on a strap-on before she teased her sub with it.  The sub cried out and the mistress pulled out a ball gag and placed it on her.

“You okay?”

I had forgotten for a split second that he was with me.  “Yes, just don’t like the ball gag.”

“Noted.”  He pulled me away and down to another corridor.

Next, we came upon a man who was suspended in air, face down.  He wore a mask and the Dom stroked his cock and was whispering in his ear.  The sub began shaking as he spilled his load into his Dom’s hand.  I glanced at James and saw that he was looking down the room to other scenes playing out.  This scene didn’t capture his interest and I wondered why.  Was it two men, the suspension or something else?  I squeezed his hand and he looked to me as I motioned down the room.  He smiled and pulled me to another corridor.

We were watching a scene where a nude woman was
bent over a cushioned bench.  James said that he called it a spanking bench.  She was indeed getting spanked, with such force; I couldn’t help but blink every time a hand met with her ass.  She was also getting fucked in the mouth by a second man.  When the spanking ceased the man behind her grabbed his erection and thrust it into her. 

The shudder that ran down my spi
ne startled me.  “You like this!” 

I took a deep breath and thought about his question.  What was it about that scene that turned me on
so?  I wasn’t an exhibitionist, at least I didn’t think I was, so I knew it wasn’t that.  Maybe it was the threesome?  I’d never had a threesome and wasn’t interested in one until that moment.  I shook the thought from my head.

“What is it?  You can tell me.”

I took a shaky breath, but didn’t dare look into his eyes.  “There are three of them.”  I could feel my traitorous cheeks flush and felt the blood pounding in my clit. 

“Somebody wants to play with others?  Hmm…I’ll have to think about that.  I’m not used to sharing what’s mine.” 
His hands traveled up and down my hips and around to my ass.  He ran a hand down my ass and between the back of my legs and pressed his fingers against me.  “You’re soaked through, baby.”

I couldn’t stop the groan that fell from my lips as I turned in his arms to face him.  “Can we go somewhere, please?”  He smiled, crushed his lips to mine
, while holding my wrists behind my back, before pulling me down a hall.

W
e made our way to a vacant room, that he’d already set aside for our use.  I started walking into the space when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back roughly against him.  My breath left me with such force that I was gasping to retrieve it.  He turned, slamming me up against the door before pulling away.  He removed his shirt and ran his hand through his hair as I caught my breath.  I briefly wondered if he was aware of the effect he had on me. 

“James…”  His pelvis dug into me and I lost all words
as I wrapped my legs around him.

“I can smell your arousal Cassidy.  You smell so fucking good; I have to taste you now.”

I had barely set my feet back on the floor before he was pulling my shorts down my legs.  I wore a tiny thong under the fishnets, that he just pushed aside, as he buried his face in my pussy, tossing one leg over his shoulder. 

“Fucking hell.
”  I dropped my head to the door behind me as I weaved my fingers through his hair.  I knew immediately I was going to come and come quick.  I felt him slide two fingers in as he pumped them in and out of me.  There was no way for me to slow it down.  I started panting his name and he abruptly pulled away from me leaving teetering on the edge.  “James!”

“Not yet
, Blackbird.”

Dazed
, and utterly confused, because he rarely held out on me, I leaned against the door trying to compose myself.  He brought his fingers, still covered in me, to my lips and I sucked them in my mouth, soliciting a groan from him.  Bending down he threw me over his shoulder.  I loved when the caveman in him came out.  I couldn’t help thinking, ‘
Me Tarzan, you Jane, we make boom boom.’
  I chuckled and he asked what was so funny.