rest of the windows and turned the corner at the end of the hall. Another beefy bouncer guarded a flight of stairs.
Stairs that Grae needed to ascend in order to locate the Keep.
When she approached, instead of asking to see her card again, he simply stepped out of the way and allowed her to pass. Either they had lax security this far into the club, or Kochran had employed some kind of facial recognition software that signaled to the guard that she was allowed access to the special area.
At least, that was what she would have done if she’d been in charge of the security system.
Given Saint’s computer knowledge, she bet her membership he was responsible for the entire computer and video set up at Noble House. Hopefully, that didn’t mean he had access to the member profiles as well.
As she approached a set of elaborately carved double doors, a scream pierced the air.
“Sounds like Joslynn finally got her Dom’s permission to come.” A petite woman came to stand beside Grae. Glancing over, Grae saw she was swinging a royal-blue sack. A toy bag, perhaps? The woman’s long blonde hair had been plaited into elaborate braids. She wore a white shirt that ended below her breasts and a pink-and-gray plaid skirt that wrapped low over her abs and barely covered her ass. Though she was beautiful, a pout marred her glossy red lips. “Master Enver is going to give my date for the night too many ideas. You coming?”
Familiarity finally clicked.
Grae blinked slowly, taken aback by the sight of someone she’d watched play in scenes for the past year was now standing right in front of her. She was also the woman who’d been with Saint and Boyce in the scene last week. The one that had caused Grae so much concern. “You’re Asha.”
“In the flesh.” Asha’s gaze narrowed. “First time here?”
“Physically, yes. I’ve been a virtual member for three years.”
Asha tilted her head, giving Grae a curious look. “I meant on this floor. But that works too. Nice to meet you.”
Grae accepted her extended hand. “Grae Burrows.”
Another scream broke the air.
“And that’s my cue to get in there before Master Kochran gets pissed off. Which I’ve already done enough of lately.” Asha grabbed Grae’s hand. “Come on. I’ll show you the best seat in the house for a newbie. Unless you’re meeting someone?”
“Not that I’m aware of.” Before Grae could add more, Asha pulled her through the doors. The musky smell of sex grabbed Grae by the throat, tightened its grip, and nearly smothered her. Overwhelmed with the powerful and rich scent, her pussy nearly drenched her underwear. Her nipples hardened. Her skin heated. She’d gone from perfectly normal to fully, achingly aroused in two-point-four seconds.
“Holy shit.”
Asha leaned close, pressing her lips to Grae’s ear. “Can’t get that watching the video feeds.”
There was so much going on in the room, Grae didn’t know where to look first. Until her gaze landed on a Dom in the center of the room, standing naked and holding his cock in offering to two women who had been suspended by an intricate arrangement of brightly colored nylon ropes. The subs greedily sucked on the man, taking turns to swallow him whole, while they were each being fucked from behind.
“Those are the two newest trainees. Bracey and Dahlia. Master Enver, the Dom in the center, will decide if they graduate to full House Slaves tonight. That’s Master Kyle on the left, behind Bracey. And Master Parker on the right, behind Dahlia. The Doms are new as well. Still too fresh for the cameras. Master Kochran can keep an eye on them up here. Let them smooth out their rough edges. Or hone them.” Asha guided Grae to a corner farthest from the play area cordoned off with black velvet rope. “One of the other trainees will be by after the scene is over to see if you need anything to drink or snack on. I have to go or I’m really, really going to be in trouble. If you stick
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