Leaving the toasty warmth of the truck behind, the three of them approached the gothic, multistory stone building. Not for the first time, he couldn’t help thinking how ironic and twisted it was that a former church now housed an underground sex club. He glanced at Lacey and noticed that her teeth were chattering. Either the cold was getting to her or her nerves were kicking in. Dropping an arm around her shoulders, he hugged her close. He met Bram’s gaze over the top of her head and a shared look passed between them, a nonverbal pact that together they’d do everything in their power to make this a positive experience for Lacey.

At the door, a burly bouncer who probably bench-pressed refrigerators for the shit of it asked for ID. Once the man ascertained that Bram was a paying member of the club, he stepped aside and allowed them admittance. The interior of the building offered a warm reprieve from the frigid temps outside—something that the majority of scantily clad patrons no doubt appreciated. Apparently also feeling the effects of the central heating, Lacey shrugged from her coat and draped it over her arm.

A woman dressed in a red latex corset that exposed her breasts—pierced nipples and all—strutted past them leading a shirtless young man by a studded collar and leash. Ry checked Lacey for her reaction and wasn’t disappointed as her mouth fell open. This night would be a revelation for her in more ways than one. As if they were of one mind, he and Bram rubbed her shoulders before leading her toward the metal railing that looked down on the lower level. The main floor and the basement were basically two large open spaces. Here was where the tamer public scenes were on display for anyone’s viewing pleasure.

Of course, it was debatable if most of the things that went down in this joint could be considered tame. The third and fourth levels housed the private rooms. Again, it was up to the occupants of said rooms how private they wanted to keep their play. Many were more than willing to invite the curious observer or even those who wanted to join in on the action. He and Bram had already decided that no one would be allowed to watch or participate in anything they did with Lacey tonight. Yes, one of the things on her list was public sex—and this place certainly fit that bill—but regardless of what Lacey might argue to the contrary, she wasn’t ready to be fucked in a room full of strangers. It was definitely one of those things that worked better if you built up to it over time. If she decided down the road she still wanted to try it, he’d be more than happy to oblige. Hell, not like he had any problem driving her out of her mind with pleasure in front of an appreciative audience. God knows, he’d loved the hell out of it when Bram had been watching.

But tonight a different item was on the menu. One she wasn’t aware they’d be checking off—her desire to be tied up and blindfolded. There was one room upstairs that provided an intriguing way to go about it. Bram had called ahead of time to reserve the space as well as to have a few necessities purchased from the club’s in-house store sent up to the room.

Lust, hot and heady, pooled in Ry’s groin when he imagined Lacey’s response to what they had in mind. He glanced toward Bram and caught the fire simmering in his eyes and the telltale flush creeping along his neck. He was just as aroused as Ry at the prospect of what waited for them upstairs.

Ry curled his fingers around Lacey’s and pivoted away from the railing. She didn’t immediately follow, and he gave her a questioning look. Her focus veered toward the stairway in the opposite direction, the one that led down to the basement level—or the dungeon, as the regulars referred to it. “Aren’t we…going down there?”

The last thing he wanted to do was watch those scenes below when his entire body was primed to take her upstairs so they could create their own infinitely more satisfying one. But he couldn’t deny her this if it was truly what she desired. Squeezing her hand, he led their trio to the stairs. Once they reached the bottom he waited to see which spectacle would pique Lacey’s curiosity. Recessed speakers in the walls provided a nonintrusive loop of electronica music. Its sexy, pulsing beat provided a steady soundtrack for the rhythmic slap of whips and floggers that were being used in the BDSM display. Lacey surprised him by heading in that direction.

A few other spectators were crowded around to watch one of the club’s more skilled Doms teach the proper technique for using his implements of choice on the willing participant bent over a metal spanking stand. Ry detected Lacey’s hard swallow. Difficult to say if the sound was provoked by the crisscrossing pattern of red stripes marking the woman’s ass, or the cuffs bolting the female’s hands and feet to the base of the stand.

He looked down and noticed Lacey was staring entranced at the scene. She licked her lips, and another thunderbolt of lust ricocheted through him. His concern that she might be repelled by the sight before her instantly dissolved. No, she was definitely intrigued and aroused. Which only made him more anxious to get her upstairs. Apparently he wasn’t the only one because Bram leaned forward and accidentally brushed his fingers along Lacey’s breast. She jumped slightly, her gaze jerking up to meet Bram’s. Ry took advantage of her momentary distraction and squeezed her hand. “Let’s go.”

She turned toward him, her forehead furrowed with a frown. “We’re leaving? Already?”

“No. We have a surprise for you upstairs.”

“What kind of surprise?”

He nudged closer to her until his thigh butted against hers. Pressing his mouth near her ear, he flattened her palm over his erection. “The kind you’ll like.”

A breath shuddered from her, and her fingers reflexively tightened around his cock. Scraping her teeth over her bottom lip, she stroked him through the denim. His rough exhale gusting free, he tugged her away from the display and headed toward the steps. It took every ounce of control he possessed not to sweep Lacey into his arms and barrel up to the room. As it was, he ground his teeth in frustration when they reached the locked door and Bram fumbled around in his wallet for the coded keycard. Finally Bram slipped the card into the slider and swung the door open.

A gasp escaped Lacey as she stepped inside. Although Bram had given him a tour of this room before, Ry tried to see the space from Lacey’s perspective. The stone walls were swathed floor to ceiling with black velvet drapes lined with red silk. An oddly shaped leather bench rested near the far wall, its funky design perfect for making love in a variety of positions. Interesting as that piece of furniture was, it didn’t hold a candle to the room’s main attraction.

Lacey stepped forward, her attention riveted to the large suspension cage and the uniquely engineered harness swing hanging from the center pulley. “W-what’s that for?”

Ry stepped behind her and caressed her rib cage. “You.”

She gulped. “You’re going to strap me into that?”

“Hell yeah.” Bram moved in front of Lacey, sandwiching her between he and Ry. “You’re gonna love it. The harness binds you, but the swing makes it feel like you’re floating in air.”

“Have you used it before?”

“No, but I’ve always wanted to.” Bram relieved Lacey of her coat and tossed it onto one of the nearby chairs before removing his jacket and adding it to hers.

Ry followed suit and unbuttoned Lacey’s blouse. He slipped his hands beneath the opened sides and cupped her breasts, massaging their weight through her bra. “This will be a first for all of us.”

She nestled against his collarbone and released a shaky sigh. “I’m glad.”

He kissed the crown of her head, the sweet floral scent of her hair filling his nose and making him ache. But in a good way. The best way. “Me too.”

Bram ducked his head and nibbled along Lacey’s jaw before sliding his mouth down the slope of her neck, heading toward the deep V of her cleavage. He groaned. “How about we get rid of these clothes?”

Ry was all for that idea. Leaving Bram to take care of Lacey’s boots, pants and G-string bikini, he eased her top off and caressed her shoulders before unhooking her bra and letting it fall to join the rest of her garments. He traced the gentle curve of her spine, his focus drifting to the smattering of freckles that dotted her hip. Stooping, he kissed the tempting marks and massaged her ass cheeks. Unable to resist a second longer, he nipped her butt and smacked it, the action making her squeal. He chuckled. “Naughty girl. We saw the way you stared at that girl while she was getting spanked. Were you hoping you could take her place?”

“M-maybe.”

Her stuttering response provoked a growl from his throat. “No one touches you but Bram or me. But we’d be happy to make that fantasy come true for you, baby.”

“Now?”

He bit her again and reveled in her sharp intake of air. “Impatient, aren’t we? No, we had some other form of teasing in mind for tonight.” He straightened and took her hand while Bram claimed her other. Together they led her to the harness swing and helped her step into the leg restraints. Once those were properly fastened, they secured her into the torso section, making sure that the bindings were snug enough to provide pleasure but not restrict blood flow. By the time they were finished getting her situated, her skin was all flushed and pink and her breaths came in wispy, ragged pants.

“Now what?” An unmistakable tremor of excitement shook her voice.

Bram strode to the small end table where their purchased goodies were laid out. He picked up the silk blindfold and ran it between his fingers. “Now we see exactly how much pleasure you can stand.” His grin sinful, he tucked the cloth around Lacey’s eyes and knotted it firmly behind her head. “Can you see anything?”