“Fuck.” Maddox studied my face, before chugging down half his water bottle. “Just make sure if you pursue her, it’s serious for you. She’s a brat, but I don’t want to see her hurt. Plus, it would make things complicated between me and Lexi since you are both our best friends.”
I quirked a brow. “Tyson’s type of brat or the normal kind?”
Maddox laughed, “The normal kind. Between you and me, I’ve heard of this Adam douchebag a lot over the last couple of years because she was dating him on and off through high school. When she’d come to the house with her family in the summers, she would come looking stressed out and leave looking relaxed, like something was taking a toll on her back home. I have my suspicions it was him.”
“I don’t like it,” I muttered, glancing up at the game again, but not giving a shit who was winning. My mind was on Paisley, and I was ready to make my claim on her. If it was any other woman, I’d have waited for her to be off a rebound because I didn’t want to add to her hurt. But Paisley wasn’t just another woman—she was the woman.
“I don’t like his post either. I’ll talk to her tonight.”
“Thanks for not busting my balls about this,” I mumbled, throwing down money for Chugs, covering both our drinks and a generous tip.
“I know how it was for me when I met Lexi. Everything changed, and I know you, Liam. You wouldn’t have asked me here or even considered her, unless she was it for you.”
“Yeah.”
I watched as Maddox pulled his phone from his pocket. “I’ll let the girls know we need to talk when I get home.” He sent a text and frowned at the reply.
“What’s up?”
“Lexi said that Paisley isn’t home. She hasn’t seen her since dinner.”
“Dammit.” I grabbed my keys, the worst-case scenarios running through my mind. “Let’s go.”
“Hold on, I turned on the locator for both girls’ phones. I can track her as long as her phone has power going to it.”
“Do they know you did this?” I felt relief that he had, but unease that Paisley wasn’t where she was supposed to be.
“Yes. They agreed to leave it on as a safety precaution.” I watched impatiently as he searched for her. I was ready to take off and put her right where she belonged, under me. “Fuck, you aren’t going to believe this.”
Shit. “What?” I tried to prepare myself for what he would say, but I wasn’t prepared for him to tell me.
“She’s at Deviance.”
Chapter Three
Paisley
I wasn’t prepared for everything I was seeing, but it was too late to turn back now.
Club Deviance was in an old colonial-style house on the outskirts of town. I’d heard the rumors about this place before, and I was curious if it was just one major orgy. Surprisingly, it wasn’t.
The darkened interior was lit by explicit art on the walls. The photographs were gorgeous and had people in various shades of undress. Women and men were tied up, receiving punishment and pleasure from their partners. The pictures took my breath away.
I went into the great room and found the small stage where a woman was naked, tied up and blindfolded as two shirtless men in black leather pants were dishing out punishments to her for the rest of the room to watch.
I saw a man sitting in a chair watching the scene, a woman was sitting on the floor at his feet with a collar around her neck, a chain leash leading to his fist, and her head was resting against his knee as she sat watching.
My mouth was dry, and my pussy was soaking wet. It was hot watching the trio on stage with a group of strangers. I took notice of other couples watching or joining in in their own way.
One couple was having sex right there, the woman was reverse cowgirl riding a large dick as both she and the man watched the scene. The guy was guiding her hips up and down his shaft, and I swallowed hard because I’d never felt that before. I wanted to feel it. I wanted to feel everything.
“You look lost, Little Lamb.”
An attractive man in his mid-thirties spoke to me. I looked over to see him dressed in black leather pants and a black shirt. He was a good-looking guy, but not as breathtakingly gorgeous as Professor Hawthorne, who I hadn’t been able to get out of my head.
Even with Adam’s betrayal, I was more upset by the sexy professor not wanting me in any of his classes. I’d seen Adam’s post on my social media page. He’d lashed out there when I refused to answer his texts or calls. I’m not sure what I ever saw in the guy. Lexi had been right all along, and I’d have to tell her so when I went home.
For now, though, I wanted to throw caution to the wind and do something I’d never done before. Going to a sex club was definitely uncharted waters for me.
“No,” I answered, more unsure than I cared to admit. He was right, I was lost. Lost and spiraling. My self-confidence took two major blows today. “I’m just curious.”
“Curiosity killed the lamb.” He smirked at me, eyeing me up and down. “Come on, I’ll buy you a bottle of water and see if I can help satisfy your curiosity before a wolf gets you in his claws.”
“Ummm, I don’t want to participate in anything.”
“And I wasn’t asking you to. Just a conversation, out in the open where everyone can see us. I won’t lay a finger on you. You have my word.”
I was torn between trusting him and not, but I decided to follow him over to the bar where he ordered us both waters.
“What’s your name, Little Lamb?” he asked after I took a sip of the cold water the bartender had given me. It turns out, I needed it. My mouth was dryer than a desert.
“Paisley.” I licked my lips and turned to watch the show when the woman started crying out. Her screams were full of pleasure. When I looked, her pussy was spread wide and cum was squirting out of it. The sight made me clench my thighs together and a shiver of desire surged up my spine.
Applause broke out from the room as well at another cry of release from her. The woman who had been riding her man’s cock in the audience was coming hard as her man held her back to his chest and had his hand around her neck. She wasn’t able to move; he was forcing her to watch as her orgasm made her visibly twitch and shake.
“Paisley, you are too innocent to be here alone. Why did you come tonight?”
I thought about not answering him, but something in his firm, lulling voice reminded me of the way Professor Hawthorne had spoken to me. It set me on edge and did things to me I’d never felt before.
“Honestly?”
“In this lifestyle, you must always be honest.”
“Well, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me and the girl he cheated on me with sent me the photos to prove it. Then to top it off, another guy I shouldn’t have been having any kind of thoughts about, let alone the ones I was having, dismissed me like I was nothing.”
“Stupid guy,” the man said, but it was the voice behind me that caused me to jump.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I turned to see Professor Hawthorne standing behind me. He was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt that was stretched tight across his impressive chest. I licked my lips and turned back around toward the man that was sitting beside me, only he was no longer there. He was now behind the bar, passing out drinks to customers.