Flesh: Part Six (The Flesh Series Book 6) (2 page)

“
You're also a
brat.”

I gasp in mock shock
and slap his chest with one of the brushes, splattering liquid latex
on his neck and chin.

“
See. Bratty.”
He snatches one of the bottles away from me and takes a brush from my
hand. “Do you know what I do to brats?”

A knot builds in my
chest from the dark sound of his voice. Maybe I pissed him off by
getting the liquid latex on his face.

He opens up the
bottle and dips the brush in. It's at that moment I realize what he's
going to do.

“
Lucian, no.”
I hold my hand up to stop him.

He takes the brush
and splatters me with liquid latex. Part of me wants to get upset,
but the uptight feeling I've held onto all night snaps, and I just
laugh. I dip my brush into the liquid latex and sling it at him. Then
it turns into an all-out war.

People move out of
our way as we run around the area like children, throwing liquid
latex at each other. There's really no place to seek cover, so we get
it everywhere. By the time our bottles are empty, we're both laughing
so much that we're breathless.

Lucian tosses his
bottle in the trash and pulls me into his arms, embracing me while we
regain our composure. I love the way his heartbeat feels thrumming
against my chest. More than that, I'm enjoying having fun with him
for once. Maybe his world isn't so bad after all.

“
Amy,”
Janice's voice comes out of nowhere.

I turn to see her
standing at the front of the booth. There's an ear-to-ear grin
plastered across her face. At first, I think it's because she's
finally seeing me happy here, but then she says, “I found Sir.
We're going to do a scene in the dungeon.” She points towards
the dungeon and then disappears.

The amazing moment
is broken as I pull out of Lucian's arms. The latex on his chest
sticks to my top, making a plasticky peeling sound as we disengage
from each other. Dread fills me at the mention of the word dungeon,
though at this point, I think it's more from the fact that I know
I'll be stuck here for an indistinguishable amount of time. Who knows
how long their scene will take.

“
I think we
can start peeling this stuff off now.” Lucian glances down at
his chest. He's absolutely covered in liquid latex. It's molded to
his muscular torso, looking almost like a second skin.

“
May I?”
I make pinchy fingers at him.

“
Be my guest,
but watch the nipples.”

Just because he said
it, I make sure to tweak his nipples after I peel the liquid latex
off of them. He squirms and takes a step back when I do, and then we
get into a tickling fight. I laugh and kick and scream until I think
I'm going to pee on myself.

“
Lucian,
stop!” I beg.

“
Call me Sir.”

“
Sir. Please,
please, please. I'm going to piss myself.” I wiggle out of his
grasp and move a safe distance away.

“
Are you going
to behave?” He points at me.

I screw my face,
contemplating.

“
I'll tickle
you again, if you don't.”

“
Fine, fine,”
I huff, returning to him to peel off more of the liquid latex without
harassing him.

The stuff comes off
with surprising ease. At least, it's easy to remove where there is a
lot of it. The outline where the liquid latex begins and the small
dots spotting his neck and face are more difficult.

“
It's fine.
Just leave the rest,” he tells me when my picking becomes
tedious. I don't even bother trying to get most of the liquid latex
off of my outfit. It's just going to end up in the trash later
anyway.

“
Did you have
fun?” Lucian asks as we walk out of the booth, his arm slung
over my shoulder.

“
I did.”
I nod, a bit surprised.

“
Good. I want
you to have fun.” He kisses the side of my head.

“
What now?”
My eyes skim down the row of vendors. I feel like I've seen the whole
place already.

“
Well,”
he draws out the word, and I already know what he's about to say. “We
could go check on your friend in the dungeon.”

“
I don't
know.” I curl against him, feeling unpleasant from the
possibility of him seeing Janice naked. It already seemed like he
liked what he saw when she had clothes on.

“
Aren't you at
least the slightest bit curious?” He squeezes me gently.

I am curious. But
I'd be a lot more curious if I knew that my best friend wasn't in
there.

“
I'm not
really interested in seeing all that nudity.” I gesture into
the air.

Lucian smirks. “Well
then, we're in luck. There's no nudity allowed here. If you didn't
look at the dress code, all women have to have their nipples and
areolas
covered, and
all attendees must have at least a one-inch strip of fabric covering
their genitals.”

That does make me
feel a little better, though not much. I can tell that it's really
important to Lucian that I check out the dungeon, so I decide to cave
in.

“
Fine,”
I exhale heavily, unable to make myself sound excited about it.

“
Excellent.”
He places his palm on the small of my back to get me going. It's
beginning to feel like he's herding me. Would it be so hard for him
to hold my hand instead? Maybe that's too normal for a place like
this.

Each step we take
towards the dungeon makes knots build up in my chest and a sick
feeling churn in my stomach. I'm more than uncomfortable with the
idea of going in with him. Any curiosity I might have had is erased
by the fear that he's going to talk me into doing a scene.

Lucian exchanges a
quick greeting with the Dungeon Master before we step into the area
reserved for scene play. There is an array of BDSM equipment inside:
stockades, wooden sawhorses padded for kink play, custom-designed
furniture with restraints bolted to them, and a whole row of Saint
Andrew's crosses.

My eyes dart around
the room, trying to take it all in. I'm quickly able to distinguish
the experienced kinksters from the amateurs. There's a group of
people crowded around one Saint Andrew's cross, laughing and talking
and joking as they play with the various kink equipment available for
public use.

In one corner of the
room, a Dom has a female submissive tied up on top of a table. The
rope-work is so detailed and intricate that it's practically an art.
From where we're standing, I can't tell if he's performing a scene,
or if it's an exhibit for people to learn from. There's quite a crowd
gathered around, all watching in awe.

On the other side of
the room, there's a Domme flogging her female submissive. It doesn't
look like she's using that much force, but the girl cries out after
each blow as if it's the most painful thing in the world. It makes me
cringe, even though I'm pretty sure she's faking it.

To be honest, the
worst thing I see is some extreme pain play taking place at the other
far corner of the room. I can only imagine that it's another exhibit,
because the guy working on the submissive looks incredibly skilled.
He's basically using his sub as a pin cushion, pressing needles into
her skin in a straight line down her breasts above her corset.
Between the gloves he's wearing, the way he maneuvers her skin, and
the assistant that he has holding the tray of needles, I can only
assume he's done this dozens of times before. The girl doesn't even
flinch as he sticks her again and again and again. If anything, she
looks happy. It's an oddity to me, but who am I to judge. I just know
that it definitely wouldn't be my thing.

Finally, I spot
Janet and her Sir. I wouldn't have even known it was her if not for
the outfit she's wearing. Her Dom has her tied up on a padded
sawhorse, bent over the V of it with her hands restrained behind her
back and a ball gag in her mouth. Her skirt is hiked up over her
hips, and her latex underwear is in full view. It's a one-inch strip
alright.

Her Dom is a lot
bigger than I imagined him to be, a hulking man so broad that he
seems almost unreal. There's so much muscle on him that he makes
Lucian look scrawny by comparison. He's bald with blonde eyebrows and
blue eyes, and his skin has a slight fake-tan look. Janice said he
looked like Mister Clean on steroids. I think he looks more like
Mister Clean's bad-ass brother. He's wearing latex pants and a
matching latex vest that looks at least one size too small. I can
only imagine it's difficult finding clothes that fit when you're that
big.

“
That's
Janice's ass.” I point to the two of them.

“
You know your
friend by her ass?” Lucian quirks an eyebrow in amusement.

“
Yup. I'd know
that ass anywhere,” I sigh, thinking of all the times I've held
Janice's hair back while she was throwing up after a night of
partying. Usually, when we get home from the bar, and she's had too
much to drink, she'll strip her clothes off in the living room as she
walks. It was awkward the first time I saw her do it, but I quickly
got used to it when I realized it was a habit of hers.

By the time we reach
the two of them, Janice's Sir has selected a heavy-looking flogger
and is winding it back for the downswing. I'm not exactly sure what
they've been doing up to this point, but one of her ass cheeks is
already red. The other one is practically barren, still pale and
untouched. It seems unbalanced to me.

Mister Clean Steroid
Edition doesn't even glance over at us as we stop near their scene.
He appears to be completely into the moment, telling Janice to thank
him after each lash before he goes to town on her backside. I jump
and wince from the first strike, watching her body tense from the
blow. She makes a hissing sound but doesn't cry out, then mutters a
'thank you' around the ball gag in her mouth.

I lean against
Lucian, keeping my face turned to the side, having a hard time
watching the display. “Is this what you like to do?”

“
Yes.”
His eyes are glued to Janice's ass, to the irritated skin there
that's quickly becoming a deeper shade of pink.

“
You enjoy
it?” My gaze falls to his crotch, and the answer is right there
for me to see. There's a bulge in his pants. He's getting off to
watching my best friend being flogged, and that only makes the
sickness in my stomach grow. This is part of what I feared.

“
These are the
things I like to do.” He looks down at me, and his tone is all
seriousness.

I feel like the fun
time we were having with the liquid latex was years ago. The dungeon
makes me uncomfortable. I don't like watching other people being
tortured and pleasured. It feels dirty to me—wrong, somehow.
That's just the naive part of me talking though. This wouldn't be
going on if people didn't want voyeurs. But I don't want to be a
voyeur. I don't want to be a participant either. I just really don't
want to be here.

“
Watch.”
Lucian's fingers touch beneath my chin, directing my face to the
scene in front of us.

Janice's Sir strikes
her again and again. I can see tears streaming down her cheeks, but
her eyes are happy. She's enjoying what's happening—getting off
to it. Is this what I'm supposed to be seeing? That pain at this
level has the potential to be pleasurable? Janice and I aren't the
same person though. We don't feel the same things. We don't have the
same desires.

Mister Clean shoves
the flogger into a large black duffle bag on the floor and pulls out
a thick wooden paddle. He steps up behind her and takes it in both
hands.

“
Now, I'm
going to brand you mine,” he tells her.

It's an incredibly
hot thing to say, and I feel the slightest twinge of jealousy. The
idea of Lucian marking me his fills me with pleasure. I wouldn't want
him to do it here though. Not publicly.

Janice's Dom draws
the paddle back and lets it sail. There's an audible crack as it
makes contact with her unmarked ass cheek. She cries out, a sound
that tugs at my heart. My moment of enthrallment with the scene is
over as soon as I watch him pull the paddle back and welts begin to
form where it hit. The letters take shape slowly, but as soon as I
can read the word clearly, my entire body is flooded with disgust.
Displayed across Janice's ass for the world to see is the word SLUT.

CHAPTER TWO