Semua Bab Wet Confessions: Bab 11

I only came in for a septum piercing.That’s it.It was supposed to be a five minute stop before meeting my friends for drinks. But when I stepped into The Ink Sanctum and the bell above the door jingled like a warning, I knew something about this place was off.Too quiet.Too charged.The front of the parlour was sleek but shadowy black leather chairs, red lights under the counters, and a wall lined with steel art and erotic body sketches. Music played low and bass heavy, humming through my skin like a heartbeat I hadn’t earned.The receptionist gave me a form.But I barely filled it out.Because that’s when I heard her.Behind the Black DoorThere was a door in the back labelled Private Marks Only.It was matte black. Soundproofed. With a glowing crimson sign that read:SESSION IN PROGRESS. DO NOT DISTURB.But the moans still got through.Real moans. Shaky. Deep. The kind of sound you don’t fake because it lives in the gut.She whimpered once, then gasped.Louder.Breathless.Ragged