They crossed into another room where bursts of blue light and total darkness danced in methodical strobe to the music. Images of taught bodies and latex flashed all around her, making her dizzy. She saw a man in black shorts and boots holding a black object toward a woman shackled in a medieval stock. Kira stopped walking and stood transfixed. Only a black mask and restraints on her wrists and ankles provided any cover for her pale skin. Despite being completely exposed she was not tense. She shuddered with excitement as the man came closer. Kira watched and felt a shiver of her own, remembering how her other senses were heightened when Stark had her bound and blindfolded. When the man pressed on the black object, the woman began to writhe and moan in pleasure.
Kira was confused and aroused. She squeezed her legs tightly together. Then it came to her. He was holding a remote! The man and 3 masked helpers moved with animalistic prowess all over her exposed skin. The helpers wore metallic collars around their necks which were attached by a rhinestone-adorned chain to a silver ring just below their navels. Another chain encompassed their narrow waists. Yet another trailed down to their anklets. By their moans and reactions, Kira guessed the silver rings were attached to a vibrator of some kind inside each of them as well. They moaned and dripped as they moved with the music at the hand of their dominator. Kira couldn’t help but picture herself bound, completely trusting her partner. The restraints took the place of your own inhibition, leaving you free to relish every sensation. Each girl held something with which to torture or please the bound girl who was merciless to their manipulations. Kira was afraid to even gasp out loud. She watched the woman thrash as she was encompassed in pleasure from her own vibrators and pain inflicted by the helpers. The flogger worked her over eagerly. Each strike left trails of pink excited skin. Kira subconsciously rubbed her own arms. Another helper had various clamps and added a new one each time it was her turn. Kira almost shrieked as she saw the clamp being applied to the woman’s nipple. The woman cried out and then moaned deeply. Her head twisted back and forth but she was unable to move her arms and her legs. The third helper used only her mouth. Trailing her lips and tongue over the woman’s flawless skin, she paused and lapped around the newly placed clamp. Kira held her breath. She couldn’t look anywhere but at those lips surrounding the delicate and freshly violated skin of the bound woman. Kira felt parts of herself clench involuntarily. She knew that she shouldn’t be enjoying any part of this.
A deeply chiseled man in ripped jeans and no shirt approached them. He looked Kira up and down. “You like to watch, princess?” He raised his sandy eyebrows and smiled at her. Kira stood frozen in her tracks. His dirty blond hair had a tousled I’ve just been rolling in the bed look. He probably had. Her eyes trailed from his piercing blue orbs down his tanned skin stretched over taught abs. Against her better judgment, her eyes and mind wandered further to his open fly. He stood there like a model at the end of the runway, one thumb tucked in the edge of his jeans, his hand obscuring her view. The other reached out to her. “Let’s see how you like to play for real. I want to taste you when you scream.”
Lila stepped forward and took his hand, practically pushing Kira aside. Kira stumbled slightly, mouth agape watching Lila slather herself all over the sexy creature. She could hear Lila cooing in his ear. Two other women walked up and joined them. They pulled him down onto a black, possibly latex, bench. Kira didn’t even know such furniture existed. She watched the woman with raven hair and blue highlights fasten him down with attached cuffs. The sight of the metal cuffs tightening down around his thick wrists excited Kira. Her heart was pounding. The raven-haired woman was naked save black booties and a total tattoo sleeve on her left arm down to her fingertips. Her body was flawless. Kira watched in awe as she moved fluidly around the eager man. Lila wasted no time getting a hold of his jeans to free him. The jeans fell to the floor in a heap. For a moment Kira, saw his fully erect cock standing like a flagpole, waiting and ready for the color guard. She almost felt like she should stand at attention and salute. Before she could do anything, Lila descended on him. The entire shaft disappeared into Lila’s mouth and throat on the first pass. Lila began working him up and down to the rhythm of the music. The strobe lighting made it feel more like an erotic dream than reality. His eyes closed and his head dropped back into the lap of a third woman with skin as dark as the night and exquisitely curly hair. She leaned forward and kissed him deeply.
“Alright, Vanilla, keep moving. I’ve got special plans for you,” Paige’s voice came out of nowhere and seemed to surround her. Another glass of the pink liquid from downstairs was placed in her hand. “Drink baby,” she said. “You’ll like this.” Stop! While you still can, Kira’s conscious begged as she tipped up the glass and swallowed down the sweet liquid. It burned her throat and further warmed her nether regions. The thumping of the house was palpable like a bounding pulse swallowing her, pulling her into its belly. Zoe appeared beside her and took her other arm. The music was mechanical, the bass pounding, commanding. Kira felt herself dancing as she followed them over and past bodies. Her head spun. The strobe lights were starting to give her vertigo. She held tightly to Zoe and Paige as she walked. They followed the maze of the house, going deeper into the labyrinth. In the next room, video screens played on every wall. Each screen held videos of different couples or groups of people. Something was strangely familiar about the setting in the videos. Around the room, women danced on tables or on floor-to-ceiling poles. Some danced only with each other, others danced around teasing, groping men with firm chests and black skin tight pants. In the dark edges of the room there were couches tucked in the shadows. A massive, black 4-poster bed stood alone in the center of the room. The sheets were a crimson satin. The bed was untouched. Restraints hung from the rails atop the posts. Additional restraints were attached to the posts themselves. Kira knew she had seen this place before. But where? Paige and Zoe led Kira to a small table for one.
“This should be perfect, Vanilla,” Paige said and kissed her on the cheek. “Now sit here and be a good girl.” She laughed and started to walk toward the center of the room, then turned back to Kira and winked, mouthing “Enjoy the show.”
The liquid was kicking in fully. Kira could feel every pulsing beat of the music reverberating throughout her entire body. It was as if her every bodily function was being taken over. Either the lighting changed or the walls came alive with color and began to move with the sound. She sat unable to move, watching beautiful Technicolor renditions of Zoe and Paige approach each other on the dance floor. Their movements were slow, deliberate, and familiar. Kira was mesmerized, her breathing heavy. At once, the techno dubstep faded and a sultry, ethereal sound crept into the room. Like a fog, it spread until it encompassed every soul. It wrapped around her and seemed to pull her in. Kira stood, eyes on Zoe and Paige. Paige’s fingers trailed slowly down Zoe’s face to her pouty lips. Zoe closed her lips around the elusive tattooed finger. Their eyes were only on each other. Paige was clearly the dominate of the pair. She tilted Zoe’s head to the side, lips grazing Zoe’s neck. Her fingers clasped…
“I’ve been watching you.” Lysander stepped out of the darkness. Kira looked up and met his gaze. Her mouth went dry. His eyes were piercing, electric. She fell into them. Her feet seemed to lift from the floor. Fear, anticipation, weightlessness, all swirled into the magic of his voice. “The way you move when you are afraid and excited is intoxicating. Tell me darling Kira, how do you like my club?”
“I…No, this is all too…” Kira searched in vain for words. Her wanton body betrayed her, as she tired desperately to hide her desire. She could feel her chest heaving with short panting breaths. Kira closed her eyes for a moment and tried to regain her focus. Lysander moved closer. The heat from his body set her on fire.
“Kira,” his smooth voice was more powerful than a tank rolling over her inhibitions. “Welcome to our wicked game, my love. Let go and walk with me. Step into the darkness.”
Kira drew in a heady br
eath. She slowly raised her hand to meet Lysander’s outstretched one. Suddenly the music stopped and the video screens all started playing the same video in sync. Kira’s blood ran cold. It hit her like a ton of bricks. She knew why this all seemed so familiar. Her heart raced and she felt like she would throw up. There on every wall on six foot screens stood Owen Stark with Paige, Zoe, and Lila in a video like she had seen at his house. His voice boomed over the speakers as he commanded the women. She watched in horror as Zoe was bent over before him, her face buried in Paige. He drew back his hand and struck Zoe on the ass. Kira jumped. In the center of the room, Zoe and Paige looked horrified. Paige looked from Kira to Lysander, eyes wide.
Zoe yelled, “Who’s in the control room? Turn that off now!”
Lysander reached out for Kira. “Kira, that was…” She jerked her arm away and stepped back, quickly bumping into very warm bare skin. She froze. She immediately spun around to face a chiseled masculine chest. His olive-skinned pecs were so taught, his nipples poked out like diamonds. “Holy Fuck.” Kira breathed out quietly. Almost timidly, she looked up into his dark eyes. Jet-black hair framed his firm features. He steadied her as she stepped back away from him. She was able to see him more fully now. For a moment she couldn’t breath. He stood before her wearing much too tight boxer shorts that left nothing of his enormous package to the imagination, black combat boots, and nothing else. “I…um.. oh,” she stammered. He took her tiny hand in his own. For a moment she pictured Owen standing there, a beautiful sex God on display for all to see, open and willing. This is who Owen Stark was. This is what Paige wanted to show her. Kira’s arousal turned to panic and white-hot anger. She pushed angrily passed the sexy soldier and nearly ran over Paige as she fought to leave the room.
“Kira wait!” Paige called after her.
“What the hell?” She heard Lysander ask angrily.
“Don’t look at me!” Paige was yelling back. “I had nothing to do with this. It’s your house, who is in the control room? Kira, Please! Wait! I don’t know how that got on there. I swear. Kira!”
But Kira was in a full sprint now. The pulsing walls suddenly felt suffocating. She had to get outside. Her head spun, her heart thumped, and she braced along a wall of the dimly lit hallway searching for an exit to this twisted wonderland. The corridor was distorted. The checkered patterns twisted on before her like a never-ending spiral nightmare. Kira cursed herself for drinking that damn mystery concoction. Her heart was thumping so loudly in her ears, she could barely make out Paige’s words behind her. Finally she could see the large wooden staircase and hurled forward, trying to descend the landing as fast as she could. By the time her brain registered her toe catching the edge of the step, she was already falling. She reached out frantically, trying to grab the rail but it was too late. Out of nowhere someone grabbed her. Kira looked up in to the eyes of her savior. Something was horribly familiar about that face! Through the swirl of intoxication, Kira wrestled to make sense of what she was seeing. She knew she had to get out of there. As soon as she was back on her feet she made her way to the foyer. She didn’t think she could take any more when she finally burst out of the front door. Kira inhaled, sucking a deep, cool breath of the night air into her burning lungs. Where was she going to go? How the fuck did she get into this mess? Kira ran into the night. She scanned the rows of exquisite cars. There it was, Paige’s beautiful Bel Air. Kira knew she had to get out of there. Despite the heels and corset, and through the fog of the alcohol she managed to climb into the Bel Air. Where the fuck was that key? After a moment or two of fumbling, Kira remembered the visor. Paige’s spare key. The engine roared to life and Kira took off like a bat out of hell.
* * *
He stood at the doorway and watched her drive away. He had seen panic, possibly even recognition, in her eyes when he caught her. Watching her maneuver through the house had been exhilarating. She was almost ready. She just didn’t know it yet.
CHAPTER 21
Kira wiped angry tears from her face as the Bel Air raced down the curvy gravel road. She peeled onto the black top, her tires throwing a sea of gravel behind her. Fuck! She had been so blind. Paige, Lysander, Stark…They were all part of this sex club. The smug look on that bitch Lila’s face was forever burned into her mind. The edgy smoke-filled sound of her voice, “Oh, honey aren’t we all…,” the fake pity, played over and over in her head as she drove. Kira could see the lights of town approaching and she barreled on. Street signs and lights meshed in a blur of color. She wasn’t even sure where she was going but at that moment she didn’t care. It all made sense now, the sex tapes, the bondage. She wondered just how many of those women he had been with. Lila’s hadn’t been the only head that turned when his name was mentioned. Kira saw the eager look in their eyes and the disappointment when he wasn’t actually there. Visions of the night played over in her mind. Seeing Stark up there, larger than life, made him seem unreal. And that face! Kira was sure she knew the last face she saw as she broke free from that house., Something about it unnerved her. She realized a moment too late that she was passing the road she needed. She down shifted and slammed the brakes to make the turn. Just as she started to shift again and accelerate she saw the blue lights in the mirror. All at once her buzz faded and panic ensued. Oh, Holy Shit! This is bad. It took a moment to sink in. She was being pulled over.
Kira pulled to a stop beside the curb. Her heart sank as she watched the officer get out and approach the car. She could hear his shoes on the wet pavement echoing in the night air. Each step brought the worst pop quiz of her life closer. She tried to control her breathing. With a trembling hand she rolled down the window and looked up at the officer towering over her head. The dark blue uniform stretched to fit his rotund form. “Evening, ma’am. You were swerving a bit back there. Have you been drinking tonight?” he asked leaning slightly into the car. His voice was stern and loud. It resonated in Kira’s whiskey soaked brain.
Fuck me. “Just a glass of wine, sir. A few hours ago,” answered contritely. She could hear the unsteadiness in her own voice as she spoke. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. This is so fucking bad.
“I’m going to need your license and registration.” Every syllable hit Kira like a crushing blow. She fumbled to find Paige’s paper work in the glove box and pull her own license out of her purse. Her purse! Shit…. Shit, shit, shit! Vomit threatened to escape as she realized her purse was back at the club. Her hand shook as she handed over Paige’s documents. Oh dear God, Please let there be a way for me to get out of this.
“ I just realized that I left my purse back at The Apex Club.” She hated the words as she spoke them. They were like hot acid in her mouth.
The officer paused for just a moment and looked up at her. Then the sternness returned to his face. He stood for what seemed like an eternity looking over the documents. “I’m going to need you to step out of the car.”
Fuck. Kira took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. For the first time since he pulled her over she remembered what she was wearing. Oh Jesus, I look like fucking prostitute. Her black tulle skirt barely covered her ass. The tight-fitting silver and black corset held her breasts up and out for the world to see. The fishnet hose and stiletto boots sealed the deal. Kira’s cheeks flushed red as she stood beside the road. She silently prayed that no one would see her. Her heart was pounding like a jackhammer in her ears. Though she tried to breathe calmly, it was no use.
“Stand with your feet together and look at me.” His voice seemed very loud. Kira wasn’t sure if he was really talking that loud or if her fear was amplifying everything around her. The rest of the world however seemed dead silent as if it were collectively holding its breath along with her.
“I need you to stand still and follow this light with your eyes.” He commanded.
“Yes, sir.” Kira squeaked. Her own voice sounded small and far away.
“Don’t speak unless I ask you to,” he corrected sternly.
“Yes, sir.” Shit! Kira did her best to keep her mouth shut and follow the light. At the periphery of her line of sight, the world seemed to spin. Fuck, I have nystagmus. I am so going to jail.
“The next test is the walk and turn. I need you to hold this tape. I am going to stretch it out, then we are going to lower it to the ground together.” He handed Kira one end of a measuring tape and backed away keeping his eyes on her. “Now we are going to lower this to the ground on three. One…. Two…Three.” Kira followed his lead and knelt down holding the tape slowly. Balancing in the stilettos was incredibly difficult. Kira exhaled a slow controlled breath as they lowered to the ground. Gently she place the tape and awaited the officer’s command to stand.
“OK, stand up,” he said. His voice was automated, devoid of feeling or sympathy. Kira rose and looked at him. “Now take nine steps heel-to-toe fashion in a straight line along the tape. After the ninth step, you must turn on one foot and return in the opposite direction heel-to-toe. Do not begin until I tell you to. Once you start, do not stop until you have finished. Keep your arms at your sides, and count each step out loud as you walk. Do you understand?”
Fuck. “Yes, sir.” Kira stood at one end of the line and awaited his command to start. Nine steps…Just nine steps and back. I can do this.
“Begin.” One word, a single call to action. Kira lifted her left foot and started walking.
“One…Two….Three….Four…” She counted each carefully placed step as she walked. Nine steps that seemed like a thousand. “Five…. Six…Seven…” She fought to calm her breathing and stay in control. She thought of Stark. What the hell was he going to say? “Eight…Nine…” She turned expertly on her left stiletto and placed the right foot directly in front of it on the line. Whew that was close. Kira could feel the sweat on her palms. “Nine…. Eight…. Seven…” She heard a car pulling to a stop behind her but didn’t dare stop to see who it was. “Six…. Five….. Four.” The engine turned off and she heard a door open. “Three….. Two….. One….” She reached the end of the line when she heard his voice .
Stark September (Stark Trilogy Book 1) Page 27
