'secret'

Roger:

Heading back to our room, showering, manscaping, making sure everything was in order before we rounded up the girls, making the hour drive to the club in the Industrial district of London. Pulling up along the already crowded building front, escorting the girls into the side access as Ezra and Astrid scrambled to prepare for a busy night.

“Here, you ladies will need these tonight.” Astrid walked over in her tight leather corset dress, black lace mask highlighting her bright amber eyes as her dark auburn curls bounced along her shoulders. Handing Bailey and Maxine the same black lace masks with ribbon ties, assisting them with securing the ribbons in their up-do’s.
Elias assisted Elicia with her custom black and silver venetian styled mask with black feathers, complimenting her off-the-shoulder black bodycon dress perfectly, kissing her cheek softly as they walked over to Ezra assisting in setting up the bar-stations.

“The inventory reports are on your desk.” Nodding to Astrid as she walked away, saluting DJ Sphinx as he fired up his intro to get everyone ready.

Rubbing our hands together as the beat pulsed through us in a dark anticipation, winking at Elicia as Ben and Elias slipped to the back to ready the ‘room’. Chris ran upstairs to grab our masks as Ezra motioned to the guards to open the doors in ten minutes.

Slipping behind Elicia as she bounced around to the upbeat bass, reaching around the bar-well making her favorite drink with a bright smile. My nerves were a little frazzled but supercharged as her intoxicating scent drifted through my senses.

“You remembered!” She laughed lively, snaking her arms around my waist with a gentle kiss, tasting the slight vanilla flavor of her lip gloss as we stood silently staring at one another.

“How could I not?” Laughing in link as she grabbed the Blue Breeze with an energetic wave as Randi and Rex appeared hugging Maxine and Bailey as they slammed down their tequila shots with hissing grunts.

Grabbing my mask from Chris as he appeared from nowhere, securing it quickly before the club readied for another night of sweaty, intoxicated bodies as Chris spun Elicia under his arm, dancing to the beat.

“SHOTS!” Elias roared lively as him and Ben appeared with bright smirks, lining the bar with shot glasses as Ezra poured tequila down the line, bobbing his head to the bass beats.

“TO US!” Elicia held her shot up with a bouncing salute. “TO US!” Downing the shots with smiling laughs as the girls swayed and waved their hands in the air as the crowd filled the club with hooting ‘woops’ and screams. Sphinx kicked it up a notch with ‘PSY or DIE’ Timmy Trumpet, loosing ourselves in the roaring crowd as the lights danced and flicked all-around, submerging us in a dark euphoria as our bodies melted against one another.

“OPA!” Elicia exclaimed brightly as her body rolled and swayed along us in a fluid manner, noticing her ghostly silhouette against the smoky air as Bailey and Maxine slithered through the crowd, passing out ‘Green Fairies’ with playful winks as Elicia scrunched her nose.

“What’s wrong, Kitten?” Elias leaned down to her ear as she looked over her shoulder with a bright flickering hue of glowing blue, looking between us with curious smiles.

“What is it?” She laughed loudly, smelling the green liquid with another scrunched nose.

“It’s called a ‘Green Fairy’. It’ll fuck you up.” Chris laughed lively downing his as Maxine and Bailey swayed and grinded with the crowd, reaching for the shot as she downed it with a coughing laugh. Shaking out her head crazily, slapping Ben in the face with her ombre locks grabbing another, downing it before we could grab it.

“She said she wanted to let loose.” Elias laughed darkly, swaying with her as the bass thumped wildly through our bodies, feeling the slow creep of warmth as the alcohol started to take effect.

Her glowing blue eyes pierced through the dark club backdrop as the crowd went ballistic chanting ‘hey oh’ to ‘Repeat After Me’, jumping wildly to the beats. Our link flooded with a euphoric adrenaline high, thrusting our fists into the air as the dancing lights blurred in streaming rays of reflecting colors. Lifting her up to my chest as our lips crashed against one another as my brothers sandwiched her in between our thumping bodies.

“Come with us.” Leading her through the jiving crowd of fisting, sweaty bodies as we snaked through the shadows, ducking behind the stage curtains.

Checking the area first to make sure no one was around.

Ben pressed the hidden security panel, scanning his thumb into the infrared scanner as the hidden door clicked open. Pulling her into my chest as we walked into the pitch-black room, halting right at the threshold as the door clicked closed and the automatic lights glowed to life in a soft glow along the ceiling and walls.

Ben, Chris, and Elias walked into the modified dungeon-styled room with various benches, leather sofas, St. Andrew’s cross, suspension rack, all positioned around the large black leather bed with tie-down straps. Noticing the trembling under my palms as Elicia scanned over the room, gasping softly as her eyes studied the far-back wall lined with glass cabinets.

“Don’t be afraid.” Gently nudging her further into the room as my brothers took seats throughout the room, watching her reactions closely as she trailed her fingers along the leather cuffs hanging from the rack. Flinching slightly against the clinking metal as they swayed overhead, looking down at the shackles resting peacefully on the stone floor.

“Why?” Her voice was small and uncertain as her stiletto heels clicked tightly along the stone floor, hesitating to touch the hickory cross but smoothly ran her hand along the smoothed wood, flicking the cuffs with an unreadable expression.

“She looks spooked.” Elias linked as he followed her movements from the leather sofa to her left.

“We wanted to show you our ‘secret’. This is what we were talking about after your ‘freak-out’. We can leave, if that’s what you want?” Leaning against the high-back chair, crossing my arms over my chest as her glowing blues sliced through the air over her shoulder.

“Not ‘why’ you brought me in here. Why is it in the club?” Hearing the thumping bass vibrating the solid concrete and brick walls as Chris straddled the black leather sex bench, leaning onto his palms with perked brows as she stepped up to the glass cabinets, staring at the largest one displaying various floggers and straight whips.

“Privacy.” Chris gulped the salvia nervously as her fingers slid down the glass, clicking open the panel as she reached in to examine the leather tendrils of the floggers.

We could feel his hesitation in explanation because he didn’t want her to get the wrong impression using words like ‘toys’ or ‘playthings’, or the fact we never allowed anyone in our home. She reached up, untying the ribbons of her mask as she sat it down on the red velvet display box, sliding open the small drawers pulling out the weighted gentile clamps with a perked brow of curiosity.

“Kitten, before you entered our lives, no one was allowed in our home. It is our ‘safe place’, so this room is where we brought our ‘trainees’.” Elias leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked up at her smiling face dangling the chained clamps from her fingers.

“So…I’m a ‘trainee’?” She laid the clamps back in the drawer, closing it gently as she peeked into a few more, watching her lips pucker together knowing she was looking at the anal plugs.

“A different kind. Our mate. We want you to experience this with us, but your hesitation tells us your not ready.” Challenging that inner Aries stubbornness as her back muscles flexed and rolled in a dark shiver, spinning on her heel with a serious expression.

“Who said I wasn’t ready, because it definitely didn’t come from this fucking mouth.” That fiery spark rolling along her blue hazels as they flashed a wild hue of silver, pointing to those plump red tinted lips.

“Careful Hummingbird, sassiness will get you punished.” Chris slid his hips along the bench, gripping it tightly as her fiery blues roamed smoothly over his dry-humping, licking slowly along her bottom lip as Ben and Elias shifted in their seated locations.

“What ‘sassiness’ might that be?” Her reverse-challenge fueled something dark in us, reaching up to undo the buttons, visually trembling watching each one remove their shirt as she leaned back against the glass cabinet with a creeping Cheshire gaze.

“She’s bolder than I expected.” Ben growled lowly, spooking her slightly as he held out his hand to her, leading her over to the bench Chris slid from kicking his shoes off. Elias grabbed a flogger, straight whip, the weighted clamps she had fingered earlier quickly turning his back, so she didn’t see he was grabbing one of the anal plugs.

Ben and Chris kept her attention on them as they removed her dress, leaving the tiny piece of black lacy thong and her stilettos as her chest rose and fell erratically. Lifting her chin with my finger as her lips mewled a breathless moan, crashing my lips into her as her body heat swelled in intensity, shifting her back until that juicy ass was pressed angrily against the flat bench top.

Ben and Chris hoisted her up while her tongue and lips ravaged mine in a tussled mess of grunting moans, breaking apart as her hooded eyes looked between us.