Straitlaced Mandy never does anything wild. She's never even had an orgasm, but when friends take her to a fetish club to celebrate her twenty-fifth birthday, all that will change.
Peter may be a buttoned-down market analyst, but he'll show Mandy that corporate and wild can mix very well. |
This house of the macabre, so full of strange desires yet so intriguing, drew her into its core. The themes of the rooms grew blacker, holding naughtier and more thrilling sins in each. She ran from a room where people were dressed like animals, and stopped dead at the sight that met her eyes. This was the last room. A plush, dark blue couch sat at either side of the room, and a flat bench stretched its length, ending with a pole about two feet from the end of the room. She walked into the room, drawn by something she couldn't explain. The walls were lined with bubbling tanks. Red lights behind them cast an eerie glow, resembling fire burning or blood rushing through a vein.
A large man stepped from the wall, his eyes asking. He was tall and thick, his dark hair impossibly black. His black and red suit and his face, so powerful, though not truly handsome, made her think of a devil about to sign a soul-stealing contract. She moved on, noting the mysterious theme in this room. There were no women here. The three men she could see matched the room's theme. The tall man dressed like a devil in his black power suit and bloodred tie. The two others—twins, she assumed—like demons, dressed all in black, with their wide jaws clenched and small horns on their heads. She moved slowly around the bench, keeping her eyes down, not watching the men.
Another man stood along the wall. As she turned around the pole that flanked the large bench, she saw him. He watched her silently. His eyes stared deeply into hers. He was dressed in goatskin pants and seemed to have hooves for feet. His strong chest was covered only by the straps that held small golden wings to his back. The feathered appendages seemed so real, she almost expected them to beat in the air.
Her breathing quickened and excitement shot through her. He was so handsome, and masculine power emanated from him. Moving past him, she angled her head to stare into his mesmerizing green eyes. She turned quickly and entered a small bathroom, and she moved to the mirror over the sink. Splashing some water on her face, she tried to drag herself back to reality. She needed to leave this place before something happened. She had always been a straight girl, just as her friends had said, but she sensed she couldn't trust herself in here. Couldn't trust herself with that sexy man and his smoldering eyes. |
