Revealing the Monster by Amelia Hutchins

Chapter Eleven

Some people enjoy being center stage, and then there are those who prefer the shadows. Tonight, I will own the shadows. ~Lena

The patrons entered and were escorted by hostesses, who took them to their assigned seats based on their previous performance and stature within the club. Once everyone was seated in their designated sections, the serving girls and men exited the hall with silver trays adorned with dangling gems, making them easy to spot in the darkened club. Boxes of assorted goods were placed on all the tables, along with a chalice of whiskey. The servers stepped back, awaiting approval from our visitors.

Each table had an assigned server, easily traded to meet the needs of each client, should they find one unacceptable. I had Devlin gather intel on the more lavish, snobbish guests to know every detail of their pleasure, likes, and dislikes. According to Devlin, it was far more than Lucian had done for his patrons in the past.

I took a quick glance through the crowd and nodded for the music to start. It began through the speakers embedded in the walls and ceiling, and I smirked as I heard Devlin’s strangled laughter. He assumed it was the beginning of a shit-show, purely based on my music choices. The Kid Laroi’s Without You, played as smoke filled the stage, but the moment he sang “can’t make a wife out of a hoe,” the music changed.

A smile played on my lips as E-Girls’ Ruining My Life, boomed through the room as dancers appeared from thin air; at least, that’s how the guests would perceive their arrival. Only a few people would be able to see the fae that had glamoured them into place. I turned to where the fae I’d requested stood, smirking as they took their seats when the girls began dancing.

The dancers were dressed in thin black lace crisscrossing over their chests, wrapping around their torsos and connecting to their lace panties. They swayed hypnotically, their siren song driven by the hum of their bodies. The moment the song ended, they dropped to their knees, slowly rocking their hips.

The ethereal sound of Kim Dracula’s Paparazzi, set the stage and the room’s mood. Swings lowered from the ceiling, draped in nude, glitter-dusted men and women, posed in provocative positions, legs open, their hands roving their bodies with the beat of the song. When the swings were in position, the next set of performers dropped from the opening above to the ground, wearing nothing but silver lines of paint, reflecting in the light as they danced around the tables. The clients clapped and smiled as they watched the naked dancers moving amongst them.

The dancers on the bar got into position, appearing through the smoke as the song switched to 50 Cent’s Candy Shop. The girls dropped to their knees, wearing only heels and panties with sparkling nipple rings highlighted by the light display.

I crossed my arms over my chest as men settled in behind the dancers on stage, moving against their bodies. Whips cut through the air, and the girls hissed as each leather strand kissed their flesh. The women on the bar parted their legs, and the crowd turned toward them, engrossed as they played seductively, albeit slowly. A nod of my head had the subs and doms waiting in the hallway, entering, wearing their color-coded outfits.

The lights moved with the dancers, while others remained on the stage, revealing the orgy unfolding as additional entertainment. It was a buffet of debauchery, feeding each high-roller, if you’d call them that, their respective need and kink. Those with stranger appetites were down a level further inside the club. I’d discovered that section during the Awakening, when I’d been rejected and ran through this place to find Lucian.

I lifted my eyes, finding Lucian staring at me instead of the party unfolding. He nodded his head, and I grinned, clasping my lip between my teeth to hide the smile, failing horribly. Then, turning toward the bar, I climbed on top, holding his stare while I accepted the microphone, waiting for the song to pause so I could speak.

When it was silent, other than the sound of the whips meeting flesh, I spoke. “Welcome to the wrong side of heaven, ladies and gentlemen. I’m your host this evening. I do hope everything is to your liking, but if it isn’t, well, we really don’t fucking care. Exits are marked for those who choose to leave or for those wishing to trespass against the Master and Mistress of Chaos. I must warn you; we’re almost hoping you will cause problems because we enjoy punishing people for such nonsense. You were given menus explaining the color-coding of your entertainment, which I see some of you have already tossed into the trash bin. Know this; you cannot select a female or male without knowing which ones will willingly meet your needs and appetite for the evening. I suggest you retrieve the menus, as exactly one hundred were printed. The dancers on the swings are open to anything, but the ones on stage aren’t for you. You may watch, but don’t touch unless personally invited to join them. They’re all collared and spoken for, and their Dom is the only one who can decide otherwise. Enjoy the show, and may you make it out of here alive tonight.” I chuckled wickedly, meeting the eyes of the clients I had purposely placed close to the bar since Lucian had marked them as troublemakers.

Devlin appeared in front of me, offering his hand as I moved down the stairs to stand at the bar. Releasing his hold, I smiled at the look of laughter burning in his gaze. I didn’t care what anyone said; the opening had gone off smashingly.

“Honestly, Lena, I don’t think anybody saw that shit coming,” he laughed. “Lucian is impressed, oh Mistress of Chaos.”

“Good, he should be. I did more for these people than he would have done. They’re enjoying the show.” I looked around as I felt shadows moving about, creating a hum within me.

My attention shifted to the stage, and there, seated on an oversized chair, was Spyder. He wore a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the tattoos covering his forearms down to his knuckles. His piercing, icy-blue eyes were on me, watching me with a predatory hunger that caused my entire body to tighten with need. His hair looked blue instead of black beneath the stage lights, making him appear otherworldly—as if he needed any help in that department. His lips curved into a wolfish smile, as if sensing my body’s reaction to his presence.

Lips brushed against my neck, sending a shiver of need rushing through me. Lucian’s enticing scent smothered the air surrounding me, causing heat to pool in my stomach and between my thighs. The hand he placed on my waist made butterflies erupt into flight, battling against one another to escape. I didn’t take my eyes from Spyder’s, knowing that if I looked away, he’d vanish.

“Your twenty-four hours start now. In this room, you belong to Spyder, Lena. Do you understand?” Lucian asked, causing me to shiver with need.

“I understand you, Lucian. And when we leave here?” I asked, needing to know the rules.

“You will see, won’t you? Anything goes tonight. You’re ours and nothing more than a toy we are going to enjoy breaking,” he whispered huskily, placing a soft kiss against my neck. “If he asks you to fuck him on that stage, what is your answer?”

“Yes,” I stated, without needing to think about my answer. “I am Spyder’s, and he has control inside this room.”

“Good girl, Lena. You might want to get a drink first. Take him one as well,” he ordered, stepping away from me.

“Are you planning to watch?” I asked, still staring into Spyder’s predatory gaze.

I knew exactly what Spyder was doing. He wanted me to fail and back down from what I’d demanded we do to ease the bond and sever it. He didn’t think I’d do this, but I’d known it was coming tonight. I’d felt him all night, grinding on his end of the bond we shared. He was nearing the end of the clock, and now was the time for action.

“And miss you showing him up? Never,” Lucian admitted, slapping my ass. “Move, Lena. You either choose this and no longer care what people think about you. Or you still care and will decide to back down. Unless you can prove to Spyder that you want this, he won’t agree.”

I moved away from Lucian without waiting for him to say more or grabbing Spyder a drink. It wasn’t fear making me hesitate. It was how much I actually wanted this to happen that terrified me. I wasn’t scared or feared them sharing me. Whether it was the furies fueling my desire, or my own sexual need to experiment, I wanted it to go down.

The music changed to Bishop Briggs’ River, the rhythm of the music matching the swagger of my steps perfectly. I’d chosen the song to play tonight, knowing that Spyder would grow impatient, unable to remain in the shadows where he’d hidden all day, hoping to hear or sense my fear about my plan unfolding. Moving up the stairs, I paused in front of his chair, placing my hands on my hips as I stared into his light blue gaze.

“Hello, Kitty. You look nice tonight. Black suits you.”

“I’d look better on your face,” I said huskily. “How may I serve you?” I was planning to fuck with him while I could. He’d pissed me off by staying away, which hurt me, too. The look burning in his eyes was pure monster.

“Come here, and prove to me you don’t care who knows that I’m going to wreck your fucking pussy, Lena. Everyone in this room knows you belong to Lucian and what you mean to him. They’ll never forget what you do tonight and that he allowed you to be used by someone else. That shit spreads faster than a virus, seeping into every dark corner of our world. You may think you’re strong enough to endure it today, but what about tomorrow when the sun rises and you’re no longer craving me?”

“You think I care what anyone else thinks? In this room, everyone is as sick and twisted as we are. Will I care if they know I fucked you? No. Because the only opinions that matter to me inside this room are yours and Lucian’s,” I announced loudly, uncaring that the entire room listened to us. “I await your orders, Master. My pleasure is yours to give or take. Use me, for I am yours tonight, and only tonight.”

“Get on your knees, and sit, Kitty.”

I slowly lowered myself, dropping my eyes to the floor as I had been taught. I felt everyone watching, realizing that I’d declared myself Mistress and was now being subdued. I’d planned it, knowing that Spyder would think I was too strong-willed and prideful to submit. Idiot, who didn’t want to get bitten by this Spyder?

Slowly, he began unbuttoning his shirt, freeing a wealth of muscles that tempted me to rise, kissing my way to his lips. I trembled with need, which he was probably assuming was fear. He snorted, sliding forward to lift my chin with one finger.

“Get on my lap, and kiss me, woman. Show them you’re mine,” he growled thickly, holding my gaze.

I slid onto his lap as he spread his hands on the armrests. He wasn’t going to help me out any, hoping I would fail his test. I could sense Lucian watching, and that was the only thing that gave me pause. However, this was his best friend. My pride didn’t mean shit when Spyder was in this situation because of me and my choices.

My lips found his at the same time that my hands slipped through his soft hair. I coaxed his lips to part, slipping my tongue through them to graze against his. It was a gentle kiss, seeking permission, but the moment his tongue moved against mine, I devoured him with a hunger that terrified me. Holding his head, I moaned against his mouth, rocking to show him my need for him.

He moved his hand, snaking it up around my throat, pulling me away from his lips. His eyes searched mine, heat and anger colliding at the knowledge I hadn’t switched to the furies to hide behind them. I was in control, and I’d kissed him with raw hunger. Spyder slid his hands to my hips, grinding me against the massive erection in his suit pants, studying my expression for any sign of fear.

“Why do I smell fear, Lena?”

“Because I’m terrified of how much I fucking crave you and want this to happen right now,” I replied honestly, knowing that if he sensed a lie, we’d be back to plan A, which was a stupid fucking plan.

“Stand up, and strip out of that dress, now,” he ordered sharply.

Standing, I gripped the bottom of the dress, lifting it over my head before tossing it aside. Whip lashes and moaning from the couples on stage had stalled, alerting me to the fact that we had an audience. Spyder’s eyes trailed over my breasts, lowering to my panties.

He reached forward, gripping my hips painfully, jerking me back on the chair as he searched my face again. Spyder lowered his head, grasping my nipple with his teeth, running his tongue over the hardened tip before he pulled back, swallowing at the hooded look that I gave him.

“Turn around and spread your thighs apart,” he ordered, the challenge burning in his heated gaze.

I scooted off his lap, showing the crowd my ass with my spine arched. He narrowed his eyes at the defiance in mine. I knew Lucian’s eyes were glued to my ass, and he was wondering just how fucking wet I was right now. Slowly standing, I turned, allowing the audience to take in my naked breasts. I took a step back and sat on Spyder’s lap, spreading my legs, lifting them over the arms of the chair, for all to see. I leaned back against Spyder’s chest, and my stare locked with Lucian’s, where he sat at the back of the club, knowing I’d search him out.

Spyder’s hands slid around, squeezing my breasts painfully. I gasped as his lips moved against my ear, sending arousal heating my pussy. Painfully slow, his hand glided down my stomach, pushing into my panties, and my eyes grew even more hooded than before. His finger slipped through the arousal at my apex, and he growled hungrily.

“Shall we take these off and show him how wet you are for me?” Spyder rasped against my ear, causing his heated breath to fan along the delicate flesh of my lobe.

“Lucian knows, Spyder. Look at him. He’s so fucking hard watching you play with me that it pisses him off. He fucked me last night, telling me exactly what would happen when you joined us, and I came before he’d even entered my body. I should be thanking you for the orgasm I had while fucking him, but that will only get me fucked harder tonight.”

He chuckled, pushing his fingers into my body, causing a moan to explode from my lips. I rocked against them, needing to come for him. But I wouldn’t, or at least not until he gave me permission. He kissed my throat, holding me with one hand around my waist while the other worked my pussy.

“Gods damn, you’re so fucking hot, Kitty. You want to come for me?”

“Yes,” I whispered, swallowing past the lump in my throat while holding Lucian’s stare as if he was my lifeline, and I was adrift in a sea that promised to swallow me whole.

“Too fucking bad.”

He pushed me away from him, standing to prowl toward me. “Move, we’re going to the bar to get a drink. You’re going to sit on my lap while Lucian joins us, and if you’re a good girl, we’ll take you to a room and stretch that pretty cunt of yours while we both fuck you in it.”

My eyes widened, and his lips jerked into a wicked smile. “I heard nothing is off-limits, and I fully intend to fuck you until you break. Now move, or I’ll use one of those whips on that pussy until you’re riding it while screaming my name to your pathetic fucking gods.”