SummerSins (2 page)

Carter led Adrian into the first room. Exotic incense
swirled from sconces. Adrian glanced around the decorated space then whistled.
“You’re kidding me.” The room captured every detail of an Egyptian tomb. From
murals of pyramids and desert to stucco-textured walls made to look like stone.
Arched doorways painted in the murals looked out onto desert scenes and ancient
evenings.

“The latest in dungeon furnishings and atmosphere,” Cynthia
offered with a sweep of her arm. “Like it?”

Adrian stopped laughing and scratched his chin. “Yes, I
think. It’s equipped well.” The room had plenty of rigging and hooks for
restraints. A side table held spray bottles of disinfectant and paper towels
for patrons to use before and after on the equipment. In the corner was a large
bed. “Works for me.”

“I knew you’d like it.” Carter adjusted the straps on the
St. Andrew’s Cross.

Adrian pulled himself up on ropes suspended from the
ceiling, testing their strength. “Disney World, huh?”

“Bill and Geneva go there every year. What did you expect?”
Cynthia said.

“I like Disney too. I’ve taken my niece there three times.
Please don’t tell me there’s a Mickey Mouse room.”

Cynthia laughed.

He walked over to the window covered in blackout blinds.
Cathedral windows occupied one full wall. Carter touched a switch and blinds
rose, opening the window completely. “Nice, huh?”

“Wow!” Adrian gazed out at ocean waves slamming against
white sand dunes. It took a moment for him to catch his breath. “Can I move in
here? I’d have a pool, a hot tub, a private beach, all I’d need…” Then the mule
kicked him in the chest. He realized he was about to say a beautiful sub to
share it with.

“A martini?” Carter offered to finish his sentence as he
closed the blinds.

“Carter, honey, I don’t think that’s what he meant,” Cynthia
said from across the room. “Isn’t that right, Master Adrian?” Her tone changed
to a sensual, submissive one. That woman was always a tease.

“I don’t drink when I’m on call.” Adrian turned toward the
door. “What are the other rooms like?”

“Similar with different themes.” Carter opened a built-in
cabinet. “Each room has similar equipment. Floggers, canes, paddles and other
items can be borrowed from the bar, but guests usually bring their own toys.”

“We’ll finish the tour with our guest. She should be here by
now,” Cynthia said. “We’d like you to meet her.”

“Do I know this guest?” Adrian asked.

“A friend of ours. She wanted to visit TropiX and get a tour
of Dark Odyssey, what we’re calling the new addition.” Cynthia didn’t make eye
contact with him. Adrian made a face. He smelled a setup.

“Keep an open mind, Adrian,” Cynthia said with a wicked
smile. “She’s beautiful and she’s wanted to visit TropiX for a long time. She
heard us talk about it on the train. She’s looking for a Dom, someone skilled,
sensitive, patient—”

“You met her on the train?” Adrian laughed, but he didn’t
think it was funny. “How well do you know her?”

Cynthia glared at him. “We’ve known her for months. Give us
some credit for good judgment.”

He raised his hands, giving up. Adrian knew that look. “Let’s
get this over with.” He walked toward the closed door. Looked as if he had a
blind date.
Terrific.
“A newbie submissive?” he asked.

“Relax, Adrian. Yes, she’s vanilla, a sexually adventurous
vanilla. She has a sincere desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle. Remember what
happened to your experienced sub?” Cynthia argued.

“I don’t train newbies. She’ll have to find another Dom to
break her in.” They only knew part of the drama he had with Jill.

“Fine,” Cynthia snapped. “Maybe you can recommend someone
then. You can at least meet her.”

“Quit it now, you two,” Carter said.

She shrugged and headed down the stairs. Leaving Adrian and
Carter behind. Maybe she was getting the message that he was back but taking
his time about it.

Carter made a tutting sound. “Can’t win a fight with a
Chicago chick. Quit now while you’re ahead, Adrian.”

“I know she means well.” Adrian had to smile at Carter’s
comment, the big Texan with an accent to match.

“I bet you needed a break from pain sluts. You could get
back into the swing with us,” Carter offered, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

Adrian gave a forced chuckle. Apparently Carter didn’t get
the message either. “I don’t have a problem with pain sluts.”

“You must be ready to come back now,” Carter said in a
subtle tone.

“I have missed it, but I have to consider my career, my
reputation. I’m trying to get on staff at the hospital and my chief of staff is
ultraconservative. Maybe Cynthia’s right. It might be better to find a
beautiful vanilla woman than to deal with the stress of trying to find someone
I can trust to be discreet. Jill was not discreet and she liked pain too much,
enough where I could’ve caused permanent damage.”

“You can’t deny who you are.”

“I can’t afford another submissive like Jill,” Adrian
admitted. “Her behavior nearly cost me my job.”

“Fair enough. Let’s go track down my lady.”

When Adrian walked into the foyer he spotted Cynthia and the
redhead standing next to her. His body immediately responded with a tug in the
gut and a tightening in his groin. She was a tad shorter than Cynthia, which
would put her at about five-seven. The green dress molded to her curvy body,
athletic but not skinny. Fair skin gleamed with a natural glow. He lived in
Florida but he was as pale as some of the snowbirds. Carter was right, he
worked too damn much.

As if she sensed his perusal, she looked his way and made
eye contact. Confident, intelligent eyes, but slightly vulnerable. As a sub,
she’d be perfect if that was her inclination. He didn’t like subs who had no
mind of their own. They were overly dependent, needy. Too bad she had no
experience.

“Hey, Emma.” Carter walked over and gave her a kiss on the
cheek. “Meet our friend, Adrian Cayne.”

They shook hands and exchanged greetings. For a newbie she
didn’t seem that nervous or managed to cover it up well.

“Emma is a caretaker at an animal shelter,” Carter said.
“And Adrian’s a doctor.”

“What specialty?” Emma asked.

“Neurosurgery,” Adrian said. “What kinds of animals have you
cared for?”

“Mostly dogs and cats. When I worked at Animal Kingdom, I
had a chance to work with all types.”

“What brought you down here?” Adrian asked.

“It was… A number of things brought about the relocation.”
She didn’t explain.

Maybe she moved with a boyfriend and it didn’t work out. He
wasn’t going to press.

“I just love this room,” Cynthia said, changing the subject
as she gazed out toward the ocean. “It’s still quiet, but on busy nights, this
room is full of guests. You usually won’t see couples or groups having sex out
here, just touching, sometimes getting naked. Hard-core stuff goes on in the
rooms.”

“Has anyone explained the rules yet?” Carter asked Emma.

“Not completely.”

“An open door is an invitation to watch,” Adrian offered.
“Those playing inside a room must invite you in. Guests can’t just waltz in
during a group scene. It’s rather rude and you’ll probably get thrown out. If
there are enough complaints, a guest can be asked to leave the club.” He
watched her expression. A Dom could pick up the smallest telltales. He focused
his attention on her soft, hazel eyes. She was looking at him and around the
room, alert, taking in every detail. The muscles in her jaw and long neck were
relaxed but she gripped the strap of her purse with a tight fist.

Adrian had numerous encounters in here over the years. Eager
subs anxiously anticipating a scene. Could she be his next eager sub? Or was
she a newbie who thought she might like bondage only to freak out the moment
she had to give up a little control? That was the disadvantage of taking on a
new submissive.

“Dark Odyssey was overdue,” Carter explained to Emma. “The
one semi-bondage room with a restraint table and swing was very popular.
Patrons kept requesting more rooms with better bondage equipment.” He pointed
the way toward a long hallway where the old playrooms were. He described the
rules—how no meant no. If any guest approached her and she told him no and was
still pressured, then tell one of the guys in the black TropiX T-shirts.

Adrian stood beside her. “You’re not saying much?”

She jumped and looked up at him. “I’m taking it all in. This
is new for me.”

“Adrian!” a woman called from across the room. It took him a
moment but he recognized the voice. Every muscle in his body tensed. If he had
known she would be here, he wouldn’t have come.

Jill strutted across the room in killer platform heels and a
slinky silvery-white dress that was practically see-through. Her brown hair was
longer since he’d seen her last, pulled back from her shoulders. More of her
breasts hung out of the dress than were contained. Her rosy areolas showed
through the flimsy material. Sliding between Adrian and Emma, her back rudely
facing Emma, she put her arms around him and kissed him. “I’ve missed you,
Master. So glad to see you’re back. Will you take me to Dark Odyssey this
evening?” She lowered her head and slid her hands down his chest.

Grasping her hands, Adrian gently pulled them away. “Good to
see you, Jill. I’m with friends this evening.” He stepped back to introduce
Emma, Cynthia and Carter.

Jill gave Emma a quick up-and-down glance and apparently
decided she wasn’t competition. “Would you like me to give you all a tour of
Dark Odyssey?” She hooked arms with Adrian.

“Thanks, Jill, but Cynthia and Carter will be giving us a
tour.” He knew how possessive and needy she could be and he didn’t want to get
into that now.

Jill’s expression hardened with a forced smile. “Enjoy the
tour. I’ll talk to you later, Adrian. I’ll be down here for a while unless I
meet someone.”

“Have a good evening,” he said. The others, including Emma,
said goodbye.

“I didn’t know she was going to be here,” Cynthia said,
obviously concerned.

Across the room, two men and a woman on one of the sofas
fondled each other. The men groped her breasts and between her legs. A second
later, her blouse was off and one man sucked her nipples. The woman had her
hand down one guy’s pants while kissing the other man. Adrian noticed Emma
watched them with parted lips.

“Anything appeal to you? Or offend?” Adrian asked.

“I like the openness and sensual atmosphere,” she said. “I
feel safe. I’m not sure if I’d get into the group thing. Although I can’t say I
wouldn’t try it. But what always interested me was bondage. I don’t claim to
understand it, but I’m intrigued by it.” She took in a deep breath and let it
out slowly. Her hands were grasped tightly together.

Adrian noticed everything. A twitch of a muscle was a clue
when he was pushing his partner toward her limit. Emma had the most expressive
eyes, sensual and innocent, but defiant too.

His groin tightened again and he clenched his teeth. It had
been too long since he fucked a sweet sub, drew every ounce of pleasure from
her until she moaned in ecstasy. To have a sub willing to surrender, willing to
allow him to push her beyond her limits was what he needed badly. Could he have
a woman in a vanilla-only relationship? “You have a question? You look confused.
Have you not seen a ménage before?”

“I’ve not watched one before. I was wondering if a Dom has
more than one submissive?”

He smiled. “Depends whether he wants to be exclusive or
not.”

“We’ll show you Dark Odyssey before it gets crowded,”
Cynthia said.

* * * * *

“Can anyone enter Dark Odyssey, including the crowd
downstairs?” Emma asked as she climbed the staircase. She had to be cautious
not to ask too many questions where she started sounding like a reporter.

Adrian gave a grunt. “As long as they follow the rules.”

“I’m dying to try out all the new playrooms. I’m getting
into this bondage thing,” Cynthia explained as Carter led them all inside the
entrance at the top of the stairs.

Emma glanced at the large bouncer standing at the door. “Why
is that guy wearing a lime-green reflective vest over his black T-shirt? He
looks like a school crossing guard. The bouncers downstairs don’t have them.”

“A dungeon master is posted at the entrance to explain the
rules before the guests are allowed to enter,” Cynthia stated. “They also
wander around Dark Odyssey to enforce them and ensure the guests’ safety.”

Carter pointed out to Emma the main lounge area, bar for
soft drinks and access for BDSM toys, and the eyehooks in the ceiling, walls
and floors for chains and straps. “Wow, I’d love to watch. Is that allowed?”
she asked.

“As long as you don’t interfere or get in the way,” Adrian
said. “No questions while someone is in the middle of a scene.”

Emma glanced sideways at him with a mixture of annoyance and
rush of attraction. The man had that overwhelming natural charisma. All six
feet of him displayed a fierce, serious attitude softened by his denim-blue
eyes and wavy, brown hair. The dark shading of his skin would tan easily if he
spent any time in the sun. She suspected he didn’t. But he no doubt worked out
by the way he fit into his black jeans and buttoned shirt. No wonder so many
women were attracted to him. Cynthia didn’t exaggerate. “Common courtesy. I don’t
have to be experienced to know that.”

“Bill and Geneva wanted us to ask you your opinion and if
you had any recommendations,” Carter said to Adrian.

“So far it looks fine. Your dungeon masters might have some
recommendations.”

Carter grinned. “Understood. As long as the rooms are safe
for guests, especially for wannabes or frogs—”

“Frogs?” Emma asked, puzzled.

“Frogs are obnoxious wannabes,” Adrian explained. “I don’t
have a problem with people who are sincerely curious and want to explore their
sexual boundaries and fantasies.” He glanced at her and she kept a straight
face. “Frogs have an attitude problem, entitlement issues or a point-and-giggle
behavior. I might explain it like a guy who comes up to you in a bar and asks
if you want to go home with him to fuck.”

“That’s awfully rude,” Emma said.

“Similar mentality of a frog. And your dungeon masters will
have to watch out for them because they can hurt themselves and other people.
Most BDSMers know and understand SSC. Safe, Sane and Consensual.”

Carter smiled. “Exactly. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.
We suspect a few regulars to TropiX will come here specifically for these
rooms, perhaps arrange to meet with a Dom. Because of the type of club this is,
not all will be BDSMers.”

“Well
we’re
not wannabes.” Cynthia smiled
seductively. “You’ve played with us before, trained us and had the pleasure of
a threesome.”

“Occasionally indulge,” Adrian corrected, smiling.

“As a Dom, you’re pretty open-minded to a variety of
experiences. Not all Doms are though.”

Adrian admired Cynthia’s sexual sophistication and free
spirit. “The only problem I have with wannabes is when they don’t understand or
respect expectations or limits. A good Dom will handle that, but two
inexperienced partners might not and that can be dangerous.”

Cynthia pouted. “We’ll we’re experienced wannabes, then. And
we have you to teach us.”

Adrian gave her his scolding Dom look that in the past had
silenced the bratty sub and made her cringe. This time, the look only made her
pout, but she did eventually lower her gaze.
Good girl.

“Don’t argue with Master Adrian, darlin’,” Carter said with
a laugh. “You should know better. He might have to punish you.”

That thought stirred Adrian’s cock. That familiar tug pulled
at him, the need for controlling a scene.
Fuck.
Coming here set his
hormones on fire.

“Oooh, I can only hope.” Cynthia raised her eyes and gave
him a sweet, innocent look. Acting more like a sub than a true sub would.

“This is an amazing place. Do the owners live here?” Emma
asked.

“No, they live mostly on their yacht and in their house in
Key West. They rarely used this place so they turned it into a fetish club,”
Carter said. He opened the first door of the long hallway. “These rooms have
different themes. This theme is ancient Egypt. Adrian, why don’t you explore
the rest of the rooms and give Emma the tour yourself? Come back when you’re
done. It’ll give time for Cynthia and me to set up. We promised Emma a demo.”

Adrian raised an eyebrow at that. Emma cringed. Her friends
couldn’t be more obvious about hooking Adrian up with her.

“Sure. After you,” Adrian said.

Emma continued to glance around the room at the BDSM
equipment and murals. So many questions came to mind. A good detailed story
about TropiX and Dark Odyssey could be her ticket out of
Scandal
.Otherwise,
she could be fired with a bad recommendation. Was she getting in over her head?
What if she couldn’t go through with this? Would Adrian take her tonight as his
submissive? And what would he do? The idea of sex with him, or anything related
to bondage, made her horny and achy. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed
Adrian watching her.

“What did Carter mean by themes?” she asked.

Adrian had to laugh. “The owners are rather eccentric.
Apparently they wanted to create various setting for fantasies. Egyptian
slave.” They looked into the next room, which was set up like a medieval
torture chamber.

“I get it, now. Atmosphere.” Emma laughed. Curious, she
peeked into another and gasped. Tropical plants were everywhere and painted on
the walls. “Jungle, I suppose.”

From the room at the far end of the hallway a loud crack
sounded and a woman cried out. Emma grabbed Adrian’s arm.

“Want to watch a scene?” he asked.

Her stomach twisted as another smack and scream rang out.
“Okay.” Watching was easier than participating. She had to get this story one
way or the other.

They entered the room and Adrian drew her far to one side.
This room was designed with a futuristic or ultramodern theme. Stainless steel,
blue glass, white and gray walls, speckled black granite dividers for various
bondage equipment and chains.

A few spectators stood around watching the scene too. The
woman was petite, beautiful and naked. She stood with her back to most of her
audience. Her wrists were shackled and ankles were separated and chained to a
metal bar so her feet were more than shoulder-width apart. She was attached
loosely to a granite column in the middle of the room.

“Spreader bars,” Adrian whispered softly into her ear so as
not to disturb the couple. “She’s a masochist and her Dom’s a sadist. If this
gets too intense for you let me know and we’ll leave.”

Emma nodded. The smell of sex and leather filled the room.
The tension between the couple and those watching gripped Emma. Butterflies
fought in her gut. Part of her wanted to stay and another part wanted to run
out or help unshackle the woman. Adrian held her upper arm and kept her close
to him.