Page 22 of Demon’s Temptation

She took a moment to absorb the large room.

The only similarity this place had to Toxic was the patrons. They were mostly others, and not just demons either. But the biggest difference was that the scenes were taking place on the main floor for everyone to see.

When it came to the more hardcore stuff, Brent insisted it was done in the privacy of the playrooms. She wasn’t sure why that was, since voyeurism was a big part of the kink for some. But it was his club and his rules.

Here the entire suite was open, one large room. From what she could see, there were alcoves and sectioned-off areas but nothing was completely blocked off, and by the way people were moving around the room or grouped watching, you could go wherever you wanted, watch whatever you wanted. The walls were covered in red silk, and soft lighting cast a heavy golden wash over the room. Wall sconces were dotted around strategically, ensuring the place not only had dark intimate corners but several places where the light was deliberately brighter.

Chaya moved to one of those corners where a crowd had gathered. A Dom had his sub on display. She was over a spanking bench, her bottom pink. He spanked her and she cried out. Her juices coated her inner thighs and the male with her leaned in, talking to her in low tones, petting her.

Chaya felt a deep pull in her belly, a longing that had her squeezing her thighs together. Several other scenes were being played out around her, and though one or two looked seriously intense, she had learned enough from working at the club, even with the action happening behind closed doors, to know nothing was happening to anyone here that they didn’t want.

She forced herself to move on. She wondered around the room for the next hour, watching different scenes, and as she did, the longer she observed, something…something shifted inside her.

Since before working at Havoc in Chicago, she’d had this feeling inside her, a coil of need in her belly that no amount of time with her vibrator could quench.

But she thought she did now.

And it was not what she’d expected.

She wanted this, what these couples were sharing.

And she wanted it with Brent.

Only…maybe, not in the way she’d thought.

She moved around and watched a Domme flogging a male, her sub’s sharp cries turning to moans of ecstasy when she put down the flogger and took her time stroking his reddened skin lovingly, praising him.

Chay swallowed hard, mouth suddenly dry. This scene in particular had her belly tightening and her breath quickening. Chaya studied them both. It was impossible to miss their connection. The male’s pleasure was his Domme’s, it was there in the way she held herself, in the tender expression on her face as she looked at him.

That.

Oh God, Chaya wanted that.

She shivered and emotion clogged her throat. The truth of her feelings, of what she wanted, what she was, hit her all at once.

All this time she thought…

She bit her lip. Being dominated wasn’t what she wanted.

She wanted to be the one in control.

A knot coiled in her belly. What would that mean for her and Brent?

Stop. You can’t think about this now. You’re here to work.

She forced herself to move on to the next scene, to shove out all the thoughts racing around her mind. She couldn’t allow herself to get distracted here, no matter how churned up, how confused she felt in that moment.

Chaya took in the room again as she moved deeper. There was a bar along the back wall. She headed in that direction, needing a drink of water. More seating areas were dotted around back here: sofas, private alcoves piled with cushions.

She ordered her drink and was taking a sip when she felt it, the buzz of power. Chaya glanced over her shoulder. Four males—demons—dressed in suits stood a short distance away. And yeah, there was no mistaking that they were extremely powerful. One of them turned to her and she sucked in a breath.

Victor.

He’d been talking to the male beside him, head in close, but when he saw her a smile spread across his face. He said something to his friends and they all turned to face her.

It took effort not to bolt with four demons, who had most likely been on this Earth a hell of a lot longer than her, staring at her. And if these were the males Grace had been watching, and they had the ability to control lower-level demons, they probably ate demi like her for breakfast.

Victor waved her over.