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Chapter 22: Thanks For The Opportunity, It Means A Lot Chapter 22: Thanks For The Opportunity, It Means A Lot Marshall

The room we were in was dark and shadowy with just enough light to make it sensual. There was a leather couch in front of the wall entirely made of a one-way mirror where we could see everything that happened in the other room. By another wall was a sideboard filled with lots of With lots se**toys.

Angelia's eyes were glued to the toys currently presented on top of the sideboard. Di****os of different sizes, vibrators, nipple clamps, b*****gs and so on. Her excitement was evident by how her nipples stood at attention through the thin bra and f****k, if it continues like this, I I would go to bed with blue balls tonight. Riccardo and Kingston took a seat on the couch and I followed suit. "Let's sit, they are about to begin soon." I said to her when she paused by the door.

She hesitated a little and I immediately understood why. We were all three big guys and took up a lot of space and that left her a tiny spot between Riccardo and me which to be honest, had been

the idea. We could have easily made another chair brought in but then I wouldn't have an excuse to have her close to me. She might say I was manipulative but really, I just went after what I wanted.

The second she sat down, both Riccardo and I tensed, just the feeling of her sitting next to us was enough to make my already hardening ***k swell even further. When she wasn't looking, I quickly adjusted my d***k so it wasn't that visible.

"So, Riccardo, are you the same one I talked to on the phone by any chance? Riccardo Morgan?"

Her's

soft voice filled the room and something about the sound of it made my heartbeat ease just a little bit, although my d****k throbbed just a little bit more.

"Yes, that was me." He responded and nodded his head.

"Oh, well, thank you for...." She looked down, her fingers playing with a ring she had on.

"For this opportunity, it means a lot to me."

I held in my own smile, trying to not be obvious to the fact that I knew what she was thanking him for.

"You don't have to thank me, all you have to do is enjoy yourself."

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"Oh, I am definitely planning to do that." She giggled as softly as her voice sounded. "So why do you have private viewing rooms anyways?" She asked as she took in the space on the other of the mirrol

side

It was black and golden themed and wasn't lacking in toys and furniture required for a good scene. On the walls hung different types of whips, paddles and floggers. There were restraints of all kinds available, a pedestal was in the center of the room while other equipment was placed to the side. They wouldn't need anything other than the pedestal this time.

"I mean, from what I have read, this isn't that usual for a bdsm club." She said as she continued to look at Riccardo for the answer.

"That is true, in my experience those into bondage and dominating or submitting often have more than one kink. We have many who like to watch, which is called voyeurism and others who have humiliation as a kink, getting exposed for others or just to get turned on by having someone watch. Those kind of kinks balance each other out and I figured it would be smart business to the members what they want. I don't want to follow the usual dungeon theme that everyone else in the city of offering either. She chuckled as she settled further on the couch. give

"Yes, I can see that is paying for you. When I searched other clubs in the city, I didn't find one who offered even a fraction of what you do."

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The thought of her looking for another club to join had me fuming. If we hadn't gotten to her in time, she would have slipped away from us. Thank goodness, Riccardo fixed it like he had promised and now we just needed to not f***k up this opportunity. By the time the woman was called into the stage in the other room, we were all relaxed. Well, except for Kingston, he sat stiff as a board. Was he angry, we wanted to see where it could go with her? I had no idea of knowing because he never said anything since we entered the room. If he wasn't keen to her, what would we do? Cut our losses with her and move on to the next? Somehow, I couldn't see that happening. I doubted that though, Kingston wasn't averse to let us know if there was something he wasn't game for. The woman on the other side kneeled with her palm up, waiting for her dominant. I never was a big fan of watching others, unless it was my friends with the woman. But seeing how Angelia reacted to it, I could watch a hundred more as long as she was by my side. She tensed as the man

came in.

"You have misbehaved today, girl. Get up and pick your punishment. Her dominant command.

didnt hesitate as she rose from her position on the floor and walked to the wall containing the floggers. With a quick look at what she had to choose from, she decided on a combo of suede

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and oiled leather. It provided a perfect blend of sting and thud sensations in one blow. She had lowered, not making eye contact with him as she gave the flogger to her Dom. her eyes "Undress," he ordered.

His hand was tight on the flogger's handle and she did as she was told, not faltering once. Reaching behind her, she dragged the zipper of her dress down, letting it fall to the ground. Her bra came off next and then lastly her panties. She was a pretty girl with short blonde hair and a skinny body. But Angelia had her beat by a mile and more. "Bend over the pedestal." He ordered, while she was situated on the furniture, chest low and a***high, he circled around her.

"Why are you being punished?" His voice was rough as he asked her.

"Because I didn't listen to you, sir." She squeaked, shivering from the threat of the flog.

I was so attuned to the woman next to me, I didn't see the first blow. All I noticed was Angelia's breathing and and silent whimper she let out as the woman's *** on the stage turned a shade. pink. Did she imagine herself in her place? Getting flogged in nothing but her heels? Was she thinking of me whipping her or better yet one of the guys while I watched? As the scene continued, she was getting more and more restless, wriggling in her seat as if she couldn't find a comfortable position. Placing a hand on her thigh, I squeezed gently. I didn't even need to say anything, she understood what I was trying to tell her right away. Her body settled down in her seat, following my instructions instinctively and I liked that.

"Please, sir! No more!" The woman on the stage begged.

Her hands held the side of the pedestal in a death grip while her eyes shined with unshed tears.