Mafia Kings: Roberto: Dark Mafia Romance Series #5
Mafia Kings: Roberto: Chapter 62

The club was huge, with nearly two dozen different rooms.

The front section wasn’t that unusual. After we paid the entrance fee, we walked down a dark hallway to an area with a bar, a dance floor complete with a disco ball and DJ, and tables where you could sit and drink.

The unusual thing was the number of people wearing nothing but terrycloth robes or lingerie.

There were fully dressed people, too, but not nearly as many.

“Come on,” my boyfriend said, and pulled me along to explore the rest of the dimly lit club.

Loud electronic music vibrated the air. On every wall hung signs in English, Thai, Spanish, French, Cantonese, Mandarin, and half a dozen other languages.

ALWAYS GET CONSENT.

YOU MUST PAY UP FRONT.

BE RESPECTFUL.

NO MEANS NO.

ALWAYS USE A CONDOM.

The first room we encountered was some sort of group sex area.

There were multiple leather ottomans in the center where people were fucking right out in the open in every conceivable position.

Men stood around getting blowjobs from naked women on their knees.

Over in the corner, half a dozen bodies were tangled together on a mattress.

Most of the men were Caucasian, although there were a few Asians, too.

Almost all of the women were Thai.

My boyfriend was enthralled; I was repulsed.

I tugged at his hand. “Come on.”

“I want to watch some more,” he said, ignoring me.

I let go of him and went exploring on my own (mostly because I was worried he would suggest we get naked and have sex like everyone else).

In the moments that followed, it felt like I had fallen down a rabbit hole into a sex-drenched Wonderland.

I sped through the rooms that were more about exhibitionism and vanilla sex –

Until I finally came to the BDSM area.

There were large, wooden, X-shaped structures where naked men and women were bound by their ankles and wrists.

A few were in wooden stocks like medieval prisoners. Others knelt on the ground with leashes tied around their necks.

In another room, naked men crouched on all fours before leather-clad women who flogged them with multi-stranded whips.

I didn’t really care for any of it –

Until I entered a room where a woman was suspended from the ceiling by ropes tied around her body.

The lights from the ceiling oscillated between red and blue, turning her skin from crimson to sapphire.

I stood there, transfixed –

And for the first time since I’d entered the club, I found myself getting turned on.

“Do you like bondage?” a male voice called out in English, yelling to be heard over the electronic club music.

I turned and came face to face with one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever seen.

He was Asian – Korean, if I had to guess – and he wore a suit and tie.

He reminded me of my captor who had tied me up when I was 16.

I blushed furiously and blurted out, “I’m fine.”

“Yes, you are,” he said with a smile. Not leering, just playful.

I was confused until I realized he was making a play on words. ‘Fine’ as in ‘hot.’

I blushed even more and turned away from him.

“I work here, so if there’s anything you want, just let me know,” he said, then strolled away.

My entire body tensed up.

Two sides warred within me:

The ‘good girl’ who knew she shouldn’t be within a dozen miles of this place –

And the ‘bad’ part of me that wanted something desperately.

Something that I’d never been allowed to have.

“Wait!” I called out.

The man turned around and looked back at me with a calm smile. “Yes?”

I froze for a second –

And then, surprising myself, I yelled over the music, “Can we go someplace quiet?”

“Of course.”

He took my hand and led me out of the room.

I didn’t even think of my boyfriend once until it was all over.