As they reached the bottom of the stairs a couple of women emerged, laughing, as if high on the time they'd spent in that space. The woman in the lead had lipstick smeared around her mouth as if she'd been kissing frantically. Naomi glanced over her shoulder as they passed on the stairs and saw her companion had lipstick smeared on her face too. Whatever they'd seen or done in there had got them seriously hot. Naomi smiled. She liked that it was LGBT friendly. The age range attending the vast event was wide, and there were fetishes she'd never even known existed. It was a feast for the senses, and with Lucas as her Master she felt safe to explore. Anticipation had her on edge, wired and reckless. It was a heady feeling and she was adrift on the wave. A Dungeon Mistress welcomed them at the doorway. Her hair was short, thick and cut punky. She was made up with Egyptian eyes. What really caught Naomi's attention was her dress. It was entirely made of chainmail. When she moved it showed tantalizing glimpses of her naked breasts beneath.
What do You think about The Deal (Trading Hearts #3)?
