Tori saw exactly what Lexi had meant when she’d confessed to creaming her panties nonstop as she was initiated to The Tower. Holy hell.

There was a woman lying back on a table, completely naked, her hands tied to the legs, her ankles suspended in the air. When Tori and Bryant entered the room, a guy holding a long cane was teasing her body, running his weapon along her breasts, her belly, her legs. Then he pulled his hand back and a harsh slap resounded in the mostly silent room.

The woman yelped, and then moaned, as the man went back to his slow, soft caresses. If her skin had been a little lighter, Tori was certain there would have been red marks.

“Please,” the woman whimpered. “Harder.”

The cane hit her again, on her legs this time, without any warning, and visibly harder. “What did I say?” the Dom asked, an edge to his voice. “Quiet, Bella.”

Fuck. Tori’s mouth was open, and her nipples, standing to attention; she wasn’t even going to acknowledge the state of her soaked pussy.

“Does it hurt?” she whispered at Bryant’s ear.

He didn’t even try to lie. “Yes. A little, in any case. There are worse toys.”

“But she’s enjoying it.”

That much was obvious. The way her back curved into it, the way her lips parted, the way she’d demanded more.

Tori bit her lip. She wasn’t a masochist; she never set out to be hurt on purpose. So, what did it say about her that she sort of wanted to try? Soon? Pretty please. She couldn’t explain it, but it just looked so freaking hot.

“Very much so. The Dom presenting tonight is Cal, Desmond’s brother. He’s an expert. His first hit was intended to tease her, his second, to chastise her - he’s obviously told her not to speak, and she disobeyed. The first floor is sort of the newbie room. It’s always fun to watch, but none of us who’ve been at it for a while, get much of a buzz here. Bella’s probably a novice; most of the Doms in the room are pretty wet behind the ears, too.”

Now Bryant had mentioned everyone else, Tori forced her attention away from the stunning naked woman, and looked around.

The Dom - Cal King - was every bit as pretty as his brother, but in a very different way. Where Desmond had seemed almost too clean-cut, Cal had long hair, like a surfer’s - he hadn’t seen necessary to wear a shirt, and she blessed his kinky little heart for it. Damn, his tattooed torso was a sight; the guy must have a great workout routine.

The second thing that hit Tori was how unaffected she was. He was hot, no doubt about that, just as much as his brother. But her pussy only clenched and moistened embarrassingly around Bryant.

Frightening. She hadn’t known him long enough to be so fixated on him. They weren’t even really together, although there was no doubt in her mind that they would boink like bunnies. Again. Her sanity depended on it. If he had anything to say against it, she’d just have to tie him up and have her way with him.

She’d come to The Tower expecting a lot of kinkiness, but her jaw still hit the floor when she looked around the room. Fuck.

Some people were just watching, of course, but there were others. A man whose hand was right under a woman’s skirts; they weren’t even hiding it a little bit: she kept her legs apart, and kissed him as he fingered her right there. There was a man on his knees, his head buried between a woman’s thighs; she wore sexy, edgy, open-crotch lingerie. Which was entirely sensible in the circumstances; easy access and all that.

And again, she recognized half the crowd.

Fuck.

“Talk to me, Tori. You’re not running out the door, so that’s something. But I need to know how you’re taking everything.”

Good question. How was she taking it? It made her feel seriously horny, that much she knew, but, other than that, she was a little confused.

It was nothing like what she’d expected. Sure, that gal was definitely going to have a hard time sitting on her ass for a couple of days, but it still was less violent, less barbaric than what she’d imagined. And then, there was the “spectators” who were having a show of their own.

“People are…really going at it. Like, right here in front of us.”

“They are.”

She swallowed her saliva with difficulty.

“Is that something you want to do? Like, do things in public?”

He didn’t reply, not with words. Instead, he took one step, bringing himself right behind her, so close she felt his heat; he lowered his head, breathing right on her skin, and kissed her back, softly, slowly. His hands went to her waist first, and then lowered to her bare hipbones, before dipping down to her pussy. He stilled.

Shit. Why had she bypassed panties?

“You’re so fucking perfect I expect you to disappear like a mirage, Vicky,” he whispered, as one of his fingers circled her clit.

She managed to stop herself from moaning; he was so skilled with those hands of his, and she’d craved them for what felt like an eternity.

“Does that make you feel uncomfortable, luv? Being fingered in public?”

She couldn’t lie, because the answer was entirely rhetorical; he already knew.

“No. Not here.” No one was batting an eyelash at them, so who cared?

“This is day one, and you don’t mind that. In a year, you’ll be on this table, letting me show the rest of the world how lucky I am, how perfect you are. You’ll let me fuck you right in front of them. You’ll beg me to.”

She didn’t reply, because honestly? He was probably right.

“Upstairs is going to be a little more intense tonight. If you don’t feel comfortable, we’ll just go. I simply need you to tell me when you’ve had enough.”

She nodded, and they left the room, her wet thighs chafing uncomfortably at each step.

The commando thing? Never again.

His warning was warranted: upstairs was another level altogether. There was no table in the gigantic room there; just a platform where a dozen men were standing, entirely naked. A woman had been tied to the ceiling with black rope, and was dangling, her right leg pulled up behind her.

Holy fucking hell.

One of the guys was pounding inside her ass, grunting like a madman, while another rolled his wrist, cracking a whip against her breast at each movement. The grunter dived inside her in one deep thrust for the last time, before stepping away, and just like that, another guy was taking his place, rolling a condom down his dick before penetrating her, in the pussy this time.

The woman didn’t stop screaming, her eyes closed, her body trembling. She was the picture of ecstasy. A long, hard, limitless ecstasy.

“Hot, right?”

Tori tore her eyes away from the poor thing.

“Can’t decide if I want to pity her or envy her.”

Lexi was standing next to her, beaming. She wore a mini skirt and a corset - all in black - and rather than her usual simple, natural make up, she’d gone full out, with smoky eyes and red lipstick.

“Both?” Tori suggested. They chuckled a little nervously. “So, you’re here with someone?”

Tori looked around, but Lexi was shaking her head. “Nah, I’m too chickenshit to approach any guy. Most of them tend to be paired up anyway. I mean, I’ve had a couple of offers, but… yeah. Still, I love it here.” She smiled at Bryant. “Thanks for letting me use your membership; I heard the very minimum level was like, two hundred and fifty thousand per year. I basically make about a tenth of that, so, yeah.”

Bryant bowed graciously, before wrapping his arm around Tori again, like it was the most natural thing in the world. He kept it there, not caring about the fact that it made her entire body tense. “Don’t mention it,” he said. “I’m glad you’re having fun. And I know a few of the available Doms, if you’d like an introduction?”

Lexi was quick to reject that offer. “No way. No blind kinky date. They’d think I’m a total loser or something.”

“I sincerely doubt that, but as you wish.”

Tori had to deal with the fact that they were having a normal conversation fifteen feet away from a woman getting gangbanged and screaming for more.

Bryant disappeared for a minute, coming back with fresh drinks, and finally, finally, the dozen guys were done using every hole in the woman’s body.

Frowning, Tori observed, “That can’t be very safe.”

“As much as any casual sexual interaction ever is,” Lexi replied. “If you use the phone ID thingy, and click on any of the members, you’ll see who has submitted a clear medical history; no one is allowed to participate in that kind of thing without at least two clear tests, six months apart. I mean, you never know, of course, but they really do their best here.”

Sounded like it. Lexi walked out with them, and announced she was headed to one of the dance floors. “You coming with?”

Tori shot Bryant a look - that look - before shaking her head. “Nah, you go ahead.”

She couldn’t take anymore.

They walked to the elevator, and he told the attendee, “Seventy-fourth floor.”