"Pet."
Azazel moves to a wardrobe and opens it.
He takes a collar and leash.
Undresses himself and take our coats, hanging them.
Draven is wearing a button-down shirt and reap jeans. All black. Z is only wearing black briefs and tiny black socks. I take my red manicured nails and scratch his fabulous abs.
"You were right. I want to hurt you. You're too perfect."
"Kitten. Not yet. You'll see the club and then we can have some fun."
Azazel closes the wardrobe and gives his leash to Draven.
"Come." Draven push my hand.
We exit this room, the white door is now open I can hear music now.
After that door there's a dark wide space with tables, a bar and a stage. There are people sitting and watching the 'show' on stage.
Draven pull my hand.
We sit at the bar. Azazel behind us, standin
