I’d heard of Soho as a part of London, but our destination was a mystery to me. Lucian put a finger to my lips as I began to ask questions.
“Wait and see,” he told me, and I did as I was told, mind spinning as to where the hell we could be going. He looked… simmering. Intense. Excited in the very darkest of ways. Truly Lucian Morelli.
The limo dropped Devon and Francesca at some grand hotel a short way from the theater.
“See you later.” Francesca waved along with Devon, and we waved back but stayed in the back seat and kept on rolling.
“Tell me where we’re going,” I pleaded with a grin, but Lucian smirked.
“No,” he said. “Wait until you’re shown.”
The street we pulled into was almost empty. The limo dropped us outside a set of unmarked doors with two security guards outside, big and gruff. I still had no idea where the hell we were stepping into as the driver let us out onto the sidewalk.
The security guys looked as taken aback as the West End paparazzi had as Lucian led me up to the doors.
“We’re expected,” he told them. “Your owner, Andy, told me to head right in.”
They looked at each other for a long second, then swung open the doors for us without question, letting us walk straight on inside.
My eyes were shooting all over the place when they closed the doors behind us. We were standing in a red reception room with a woman with green hair and piercings sitting behind the counter.
She saw us and the recognition was clear all over her face. It took a few seconds for her to compose herself, clearly as surprised by our presence as everyone else we’d crossed paths with that evening.
“Um, hi,” she said, struggling for words. “Welcome to Club Explicit.”
It was when I saw the couple on the stairs ahead of us that I realized what Club Explicit was, but of course that made sense. Club Explicit. It was a dirty one. A BDSM club. I could see it by the crop in a guy’s hand as he made his way upstairs alongside a woman in nothing but a thong.
My heart was absolutely pounding when I saw the lust in Lucian’s eyes.
He gestured to the stairs.
“Let’s go check out Club Explicit, little girl,” he said. “I hope you’re ready to show me what an obedient little slut you really are.”
26
Lucian
I’d heard excellent things about Club Explicit. When I was setting up Violent Delights, my own BDSM club back home in NYC, it had been one of the places I’d investigated heavily online in my research. I’d been meaning to visit for quite some time, but I never expected to be doing so with such a delicious creature on my arm. Let alone a woman I was totally in love with.
The mural on the wall as we climbed the stairs was a marvel in itself, but that didn’t surprise me. I’d heard that one of London’s best street artists had been at work on it. Everything from the lighting and the booths in the main bar, right through to the grand stage and the opulence of the dance floor were testament to the quality and prestige of this venue.
It suited us.
This visit would kick the ass of any damn West End after-party, for sure.
Elaine was her usual wide-eyed self as we headed up to the bar. The girl behind it was a sweet little thing in pigtails, with a lip piercing that gave her a sweet little pout to match. As with everyone else, she stared in shock as we approached, stumbling over her words as she asked what we were drinking. Her shock didn’t get any less obvious when I replied.
“Two mineral waters.”
She served them up for us with shaking hands, a nervous smile on her pretty little face.
Under previous circumstances, I’d have had her over my knee taking a spanking in a heartbeat, but not anymore. Now it was only Elaine in my world.
We took seats at the bar, looking around the room. It was busy, but not heaving. People were clearly very well acquainted with each other, the atmosphere was tense, but in a magnificent way. I’d never have expected to admit it, but this club was actually better than mine back home in NYC. I’d never have expected to believe anything would be better than something of mine, but I had to give credit where it was due. Club Explicit was better than Violent Delights. It kicked its fucking ass.
One thing was for sure, we looked out of place amongst the host of hot-looking freaks in this place. There was nobody else in a tuxedo, and Elaine was shining like a beautiful beacon in her ballgown to the whole damn club. As people began to notice us, heads began to turn en masse, people checking us out with disbelief and a clear rush of excitement. Generally though, they kept their distance. All besides one cocky creature.
The very attractive woman took a seat at the bar next to us, dressed in a black latex catsuit with her jet-black hair swept back into a high ponytail. Her confidence was faultless.
“Hello,” she said, with a self-assured smile on her face.
It was Elaine who replied first, with a wave. “Hello.”
“I’m Raven,” the woman told us, and held out a hand.
My princess shook it with vigor.
“Elaine,” she said, and Raven smirked.
“Yes. You are easily recognizable as Elaine,” she replied, then turned her attention to me. “And you are also easily recognizable as Lucian. Nice to meet you both.”
People didn’t usually refer to me on first name terms in an initial meeting, but with her I didn’t seem to mind it. I liked her. I didn’t usually like people on first sight, or ever in fact, but with her there was a shine of authenticity. Yes. I liked her. I liked Raven a lot.
I liked her even more when a stunning blonde girl arrived to sit next to her, taking her hand.
“This is my girlfriend, Cara,” Raven told us, and the girl waved.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Elaine said, and in that one single instant I knew these girls would be her friends. Instinct is a very powerful thing when it strikes.
“Your first time in Club Explicit,” Cara commented, stating the very obvious.
I found myself nodding and answering with no sarcasm whatsoever. At odds with my usual self.
“Yes, our first time in Club Explicit.”
“Won’t be your last,” Raven said, with a laugh. “I’m sure you’ll have a very good time here.”
I found myself nodding at that, too.
“Playrooms are over there,” Cara said, pointing to a corridor by the dance floor. “They’re great. You’ll want to check them out.”
But no. I wouldn’t.
I knew exactly what I would be checking out. I’d known it from the very instant we’d walked into the bar.
The stage.
I’d be checking out the damn stage.
“Here they come,” Raven said, gesturing up to the very stage I was thinking about.
Elaine sat forward on her stool to get a clearer view, and the lights dimmed down on the dance floor, lighting up the stage like the West End theater we’d seen earlier. Incredibly dramatic. Enough to make my pulse race.
I had no idea who they were who were coming, but I was very interested to find out.
Elaine asked Raven the question.
“Who’s coming up on stage?”
Cara was the one who answered, with a filthy grin on her face. “Masque and Cat. They are Explicit superstars. You’ll see why in a minute.”