My Blind Fiancée

Very few people knew that such a club existed. Those who paid the annual membership fee could fully enjoy the club, always following the rules specified beforehand.

Couples and individuals alike attended, and everything that happened was fully consensual. If anyone violated the rules, they were permanently expelled. An advantage ensuring that no one would disclose what occurred was that it was in nobody’s interest for their hidden lives to be exposed. Common people, upon discovering it, would point fingers at them. A club where unimaginable instincts were satiated wouldn’t be well-received.

Ava and Mateo made their way to their table. The lighting was dim and of an unusual color, and the music was slow and sensual. Suddenly, Ava felt curious to know the name.

“What’s the name of this place?” Mateo cleared his throat before answering; it was clearly getting on his nerves.

“The Emotion of Your Sensations.”

“The Emotion of Your Sensations?”

“Yes.”

“Strange name, especially for a dance club. I hope they don’t turn up the volume too much when the rhythm changes.”

“Don’t worry, it will remain like this throughout the night.”

“Well, I thought they played a different kind of music. Honestly, I don’t know much about this other than what I’ve heard on TV.”

“Actually, it’s not a dance club. It’s a place to gather and socialize with others.”

“Ah, I see. It’s a place to make friends, that’s nice. I like that concept, especially if I can meet other people. I spent many years just hanging out with my uncle and my nanny.” In reality, Mateo didn’t want her to meet anyone in that place. He felt terribly guilty about it.

He glanced around; people dressed eccentrically were walking all over the place, approaching tables to get to know others and invite them to join their groups or have a good time. Shortly after, he excused himself to Ava and went to the bar to order some drinks. Akiro was there.

“How’s it going with your girl?”

“Tell me about it. Guilt hasn’t left me alone all night. This is not a place for her. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I decided to bring her. It would have been better to lie to come here without her, considering all the lies I’ve told her since we arrived. She’s bombarding me with questions, and I don’t even know how to answer her.”

“If you want something serious with her, you need to show her who you really are, my friend.”

“I don’t want her to be scared of me, to think I’m weird or something worse. My intention was just to show her the sensations that extreme sports awaken in me, not this.”

“I think it’s better for her to find out now. This is part of you package deal, and she either accepts you or rejects you right away. It’s better before your relationship gets deeper. You need to be prepared in case she decides to reject you.”

Mateo didn’t like hearing that at all, but he knew his friend was right.

“I want her close to me. Losing her is not an option anymore. I’m willing to do whatever it takes for her.”

“Forgive me for what I’m about to say, but you’re screwed, my friend.”

“Thanks, buddy,” he replied ironically.

Mateo took the glasses with the drinks he had ordered and headed back to the table. When he arrived, he saw that Ava was accompanied by Ima.

“What are you ladies up to?” He asked a silly question to disguise his nervousness.

“Ava is asking me about the reason behind the club’s name. ‘The Emotion of Your Sensations’ seems too ambiguous to her.”

“Well, you have to admit that it’s a strange name for a place where friendships are formed.”

Upon seeing Mateo’s poker face, Ima decided to leave immediately.

“Akiro is calling me. I’ll be back in a while. Have fun, you two.”All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The show was about to start, and Mateo hurried to the restroom.

“I’ll be right back. I’m going to the bathroom. If someone offers you a drink, don’t accept it under any circumstances.”

“Okay, don’t worry. Maybe I’ll take a stroll to see what the place has to offer,” she joked while smiling.

Mateo didn’t reply; he was surprised at how well Ava could laugh at the situation. Just before reaching the hallway leading to the bathroom, he saw the spotlight on the dance floor turn on. He hurried back as quickly as he could. If he had waited a bit longer, he would have noticed a brunette girl approaching Ava. Her voice was sweet and melodious, which made Ava trust her. She offered Ava a drink, claiming that it was sent by Mateo.

On the dance floor, a redhead woman dressed in exotic, tiny leopard-print clothing was illuminated by the spotlight. Two tiny ears on her head caught people’s attention. Two men placed an unusual cross behind her. The woman looked around the crowd as if searching for someone, and her gaze settled on Ava, who was still talking to the brunette. Everyone was seated at their tables at that moment, enjoying the spectacle.

When the brunette saw the redhead approaching, she quickly bid farewell to Ava. The poor girl had no idea what was happening around her. She began to sip from the drink, which had a pleasant but overly sweet taste for her liking. Nevertheless, she drank it quickly.

The redhead approached while staring at Ava. She took her hand and without asking, pulled her towards the center of the dance floor. Ava had no clue, but she went along, trusting completely. After all, Mateo had brought her there.

Mateo was leaving the bathroom at that moment. As he walked down the hallway, the brunette girl stood in front of him, blocking his way. She was very slim and tall, dressed in very provocative clothing and wearing a black mask. She approached him unexpectedly and tried to kiss him, but he rudely rejected her.

“What the hell are you doing, Clara?” he asked, not bothering to hide his disgust.

“Hello, my love. How nice to run into you,” Clara replied.

“Clara, I think I’ve made it more than clear that I want nothing to do with you.”

“After these 3 years, you can’t just dump me. Our relationship was special, and you know it.”

“It wasn’t a relationship, it was an arrangement, and you agreed to it.”

“I saw you at the hotel with that useless girl. Tell me, are you her guide now?” Her cruelty and contempt for Ava knew no bounds.

“Don’t you dare talk about her that way. Consider yourself warned.”

“Too late, darling. That useless girl will run away as soon as she knows your true preferences. Morgana is taking care of her. Ha, ha, ha. She won’t forgive you for bringing her into this.”

“What the hell have you done? You’ll pay dearly for this, I promise you.”

At that moment, he realized the music had stopped. He ran as fast as he could, found their table empty, and desperately scanned the room for Ava, but he couldn’t spot her. Suddenly, the music started playing again, a sensual melody that made him instinctively turn towards the dance floor, only to be shocked beyond belief.

There she was, tied to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, a blindfold covering her eyes, her arms bound, her legs spread and tied on each side of the cross. Mateo felt fury overwhelming him, he was ready to destroy everything in his path to reach her. Suddenly, he felt a hand on his arm, stopping him.

Akiro held Mateo tightly, fearing that if he let go, he would create a scene. It wouldn’t be good for his image or the club. He knew Mateo wasn’t thinking clearly at that moment.

“Stop, my friend. If you do what I think you’ll do if you go over there, you’ll be caught up in a huge scandal. Your image will be tarnished, and they’ll shut down my club. Don’t forget that there are very important people among the clients. Morgana won’t harm her, you know that.”

Mateo felt like he couldn’t contain his anger. How dared that woman touch Ava?

Akiro forced him to sit near the bar, where he could keep an eye on him while the performance continued. Mateo watched Morgana’s every move attentively. If she crossed a line, he wouldn’t care about anything and would intervene, putting her in her place and taking Ava away.

Meanwhile, Ava didn’t understand what was happening. At this point, she was so scared that she trembled. The redhead noticed and approached her ear.

“Shhh, trust me. Just focus on feeling. I’ll take care of you every step of the way.”

She had a strange sensation being tied up like that. She had been sitting at the table, enjoying her cocktail, and now she was bound with her legs spread. She felt exposed, not understanding the purpose of being in this position.