Sins of a Bad Boy (The Original Bad Boys Book 1) (7 page)

CHAPTER 8

It was nine p.m. when William returned to his apartment. He and Charles had been overlooking the final touches made to Sins, which had opened its doors hours earlier. There wasn’t a grand opening since this was a sex club, but William was there to give his employees final instructions and to oversee the proceedings with Charles.

William, who had a rising suspicion about Ivy’s leashed sensuality, wanted to see her reaction to the sex club. Earlier, he’d ominously promised that he’d take her. What better way to gain her trust than to let her peruse her surroundings without any participation. She had to be scared that he was going to engage her in the club. But he’d let her prowl around while keeping an eye on her, making her feel safe with him. Step one of his plan must commence. 

Ivy was lying on the velvet brown sofa in his linen buttoned shirt. She jumped up when she heard the elevator mechanism and William stepped inside.

“Good evening, Ivy.” 

Silence. Ivy studied William with disdain, squinting her eyes.

His apartment looked fine; she didn’t destroy anything. But he would bet all his money that she’d been snooping around. However, William wasn’t worried in the least that she would attack him with cutlery or anything else, because he could overpower her effortlessly.

William let a sheer purple nightdress dangle from his finger. “This is for you.” He threw the dress at her, and she caught the flimsy material in the air. “Wear it.”

Of course, she tested his patience by not moving a muscle, so he edged closer and started to unbutton the shirt she had on.

She didn’t jerk away. His behavior from earlier
did
alarm her. 

William stared at her while her eyelashes faced downward, her wild curls framing her heart-shaped face. From the moment he first saw her, he’d always thought she was striking. She was an elusive beauty, so different from other society girls, and he’d been drawn to her. Even now, while being her captor after she stole his money, he could still appreciate her quiet attractiveness. 

William unfastened the last button and slithered the shirt from her shoulders. The way his cock came to life every time her perfect round breasts were in his sight or her lean body was in his proximity was disconcerting. 

William brought his attention back to the task at hand. “Hold up your arms.”

She complied, and he slid the dress down her body. It was French lingerie, shimmering ankle-length material with spaghetti straps and a split that ended high up her thigh. Sheer enough that he could see her skin, but it still hid her nipples and pussy from his view. It was also the costume of the girls working at Sins. The dress hugged Ivy’s curvaceous body in such a way that William daydreamed of how she would look riding him while wearing it. She looked absolutely appetizing in it. To complete her outfit, he held up a classic golden Venetian mask that covered her face from her nose up. He didn’t need anyone recognizing Ivy Ravensdale.

“Put this on and wait here,” he instructed and went to his bedroom to change out of his trousers, shirt, and bowtie. 

William put on his black linen pants and nothing else, returning to his living room quickly with a satin rope in his hand.

Ivy wasn’t in the same position. She’d walked to the window and was gazing outside.

William placed his finger under her chin and tilted it up so she would meet his eyes. “I’m taking you to my sex club.”

Finally, a reaction. Her brows snapped together, and he understood instantly that she saw this as her chance for escape. 

“However, don’t even think about talking to anyone. You’ll be chained to me.” 

William showed her the satin piece of fabric and wrapped it around her wrist, creating intricate knots. Then he took the other end and tied it around his wrist. The short rope forced them to stand close together at all times.

To his astonishment, she spoke with a trace of belligerence and provocation. “This is your chain?” 

William barked out a laugh. “Yeah, it’s much stronger than you think.” Then he lowered his mouth close to hers. “But try to escape, and I’ll punish you with pleasure, Ivy.”

A tremble raked her body before he tugged her along to visit Sins.

***

The elevator landed on the first underground floor where William led Ivy through the corridor and to the entrance of Sins. 

The bodyguard, a huge bald guy with pumped muscles and wearing a black tuxedo, requested from two men who wanted inside, “Your coin and code word, gentlemen.”

They showed the guard a silver coin and replied, “Caesar.”

Ivy looked at William with a question on the tip of her tongue. 

To regain some trust with her, he answered without her voicing it, “Membership to this club isn’t granted easily. It involves a yearly fee that must be paid in advance. Then they receive a coin with a bust of Caesar on one side, and the code word is ‘Caesar’. They won’t be allowed inside with only the coin or the code word. Both are required.”

Surprisingly, Ivy was fascinated by his explanation. “Why Caesar?”

William answered honestly, “Do you know what people covet most? Power. Caesar was the most powerful dictator of the Roman Empire, revered by all. He was also the first living Roman who was depicted on a Roman coin. We provide the illusion of power. Power over the people our members have sex with, in a world that knows no sexual boundaries and without the fear of being judged. The members are treated like royalty, and they’re not denied any request: that makes them feel authoritative. And they’ll return every time to relive that sensational feeling.” He told her this matter-of-factly, but Charles and he didn’t know if that was going to happen. It was what they counted on though.

She was enthralled by his words.

“Now, let’s head inside.” William nodded to the guard who unlocked the heavy door, granting them access to Sins.

“Mr. Kade.” The bodyguard bowed slightly. 

“Where’s your coin?” Ivy blurted.

William smirked and stared down at her upturned face. “I
am
Caesar down here. I’m Sins’s owner and dictator.”

Ivy looked ahead, and he could tell she rolled her eyes before she stepped over the threshold into a whole other world. Her jaw dropped as she browsed around the enormous room. 

They were bombarded with the smells of incense, the moans of people exploring passion, and the sights of exposed skin, bare breasts, and cocks everywhere.

Sins was a maroon carpeted room, decorated with beds, St. Andrew’s Crosses, spank benches, and other contraptions. Luxurious mahogany high-framed beds with dark blue curtains gathered at the corners with silver cords were spaced along the rounded wall. Maroon velvet sheets were rumpled on all the beds where different couples were in various stages of undress. Dozens of glittering chandeliers hung suspended from the ceiling, their lights dancing off the crowd. Soft music filled this place of decadent splendor. And the same dark blue curtains hung down the walls. Comfortable cushions covered in silk and satin were strewn around the floor in the middle of the room. And a bar with a black counter and silver-colored bar stools was set up behind the centered cushions. 

William steered Ivy forward, and they passed a hostess who was standing in front of a fountain made of tall glasses on their left. Champagne, instead of water, flowed down the glasses, filling each. 

“Mr. Kade. Miss.” She handed them each a glass of champagne.

William declined, but Ivy drank it eagerly. Then she studied the nearest bed where another employee with a purple dress bunched up to her waist was being taken from behind by a man while she licked and lapped at a girl’s pussy who lay before her. Ivy tried to step back but couldn’t put much distance between her and William because of their tied wrists. William waved his hand to order the hostess away, and Ivy then noticed the similar dress.

“I have the same dress on,” Ivy whispered, perplexed.

Did she think she was going to have to work?

He threaded his fingers through hers and said, “It was the only thing I had for you. Don’t look so distressed.”

She shot him an incredulous look but was distracted by the crack of a whip to her right. A naked woman bent over a spanking bench screamed for a masked man who whipped her until he drew blood. The skin on the swell of her behind was fiery red and broken. The man traced his fingers over her wounds, coating his hand in her blood. Then he leaned over her to show her his fingers, and she sucked them greedily as he glided the head of his cock against her pussy. Then he shifted higher and drove into her ass.

“Scream harder,” the man rasped to her as he clutched her hair and tugged her head back.

A mask of pure ecstasy covered the woman’s features.

Ivy bit her lip and continued her perusal.

On the adjacent bed, a woman was fucking another woman with a strap-on while two men were sitting on the edge, watching them as they smoked an opium pipe and pumping their cocks while also occasionally kissing each other. 

“The master is one of the male employees of the club. That woman gets off on blood play. And all the ladies in the sheer purple lingerie work here. They can bend over in any position and do whatever the client wants,” William clarified to Ivy, who was entranced by the spell Sins wove.

There were forty females and males walking around to indulge these aristocrats in every sexual fantasy they had. That was what Sins offered. In Sins, money could buy anything. And they all wanted to do it without judgment and without society finding out; therefore, some wore masks. But not all, which was why discretion was important. However, Charles didn’t foresee any problem with that since speaking about whom you saw there would betray one’s own attachment to the club.

While Ivy observed every sensual move, William’s attention was fastened on her. On her reaction. And he spied the interest in her sparkling blue eyes. On a deep, visceral level, he loved watching her. She was shocked at first, but as they made their way around the perimeter of the room toward the bar, she was becoming engrossed. And she didn’t even think to scream or ask for help from anyone. No, she was moving closer and closer to William, plastered to his side and gripping his fingers. 

William dipped his chin in greeting to Silk as he kept a watchful eye on all the activities. 

The place was full but not noisy. There was a subdued erotic atmosphere with the occasional loud scream, spank, or whip being heard, just like Charles and William intended.

William adjusted the knots at his wrists to elongate the rope between him and Ivy while she observed a blonde’s breasts being bitten by one man as another man came up behind her. 

“I want you both,” the blonde expressed ravenously.

The men smiled, leading her to a vacant bed. All three stripped their clothes, tumbling onto the bed, naked, with the woman sandwiched between them. Limbs tangled and she squirmed in their embrace. Her leg was lifted from behind, and one man’s cock slid between her ass cheeks while the other sucked her breasts.

Now that the rope was longer, William could stand behind Ivy. His arms wound around her middle, and he dropped onto the barstool, allowing her to stand between his legs.

“A water and a whiskey,” he ordered when the bartender came to him.

When the drinks were provided, he offered the whiskey to Ivy to make her loosen up. Without taking her eyes off the threesome, she took it and gulped it down. 

Coughing, she grimaced and whipped her head around to William. “What
is
this?”

“Whiskey. Here, take a sip of water to soothe your throat.” 

Again, she did as asked, without hesitation, riveted by the three people who were still kissing on the sheets. In some way, she was aroused by the voyeurism.

“What are you thinking?” he asked against the shell of her ear, starting to rub his palm low on her stomach. 

He got silence in return.

“Ivy, tell me what you’re thinking or else you’ll join them on the bed,” he demanded, and she froze.

“How can two men fuck one woman?” she answered, whisper-soft.

William pulled her further into the cradle of his groin, letting her feel his hardening cock against her butt. He watched her gaze flicker – there was a flare of resistance at first – but then she began to lean back against him willingly, her ass rubbing against his balls as he sat with his legs wide.

“Sweet Ivy, your sexual innocence is a fucking turn-on.” His fingers traced her lips. “A woman can experience pleasure in various ways. And a man can as well. He can put his cock in her mouth.” Her lips parted and William stroked his knuckle down her cleavage, to her navel, stopping at her pussy. “He can put his cock in her pussy.” Then his finger glided over her hip, to press against her back entrance. “But he can also shove it in her ass.”

Ivy was enticed, not taken aback at all.

“They”—he jerked his chin to the threesome—“are going to fuck her pussy and ass while she lies between them. And she’ll love it. She’ll come so hard, you’ll hear her scream within ten minutes.” Then, for his own perverse pleasure, he wanted to shock her, so he added, “Perhaps I’ll have two men share you?”