Aiden was busy behind the bar since he was managing it now. He brought in a young woman to help, giving her a test run to see if she was fit for the job. She already checked off one of my requirements. She had jet black hair, wearing a black studded leather collar and a black sheer tight-fitting dress with nothing else underneath. She was strutting around in her black stiletto heels. Her left arm was fully sleeved with tattoos and her outfit showed she also had some along her ribcage and thighs.
I leaned my medieval axe against the edge of the bar and sat down on a barstool next to Kassandra as she sipped on her glass of wine. “Is the girl dressed only for the part tonight or is she into as much kink as we are?”
Kassandra watched the raven-haired woman leaning over to hand a Count Dracula his drink as her sheer dress hiked up to show her bare ass. “Her name is Mia and she’s a doll. She’s definitely not bashful.” She turned to me, “Why? Do you find her appetizing?”
I shrugged a shoulder as Aiden approached us wearing his voodoo skull mask, “What’s the fearsome executioner drinking tonight?”
I felt a soft body collide into by back and turned around to see a pair of the most beautiful green eyes looking up at me. I caught her by the arms as she staggered back.
“I’m so sorry.” She mumbled cowardly and lowered her eyes. The color of her hair underneath the black lights looked strawberry blond. She wore a low-cut pink velvet ballgown that fell from her shoulders making her look like she was right off the pages of the fairy tale book Cinderella.
It took me, Baxter the Bold, a moment to respond, “No apology needed princess.”
She wobbled a bit and kept her head lowered. I raised her chin to look into her green eyes again. They were half-closed and glazed over. I clenched my jaw with annoyance. She was definitely on some kind of drug.
The Count Dracula that Aiden had just served at the bar appeared behind the girl. He grasped her bare shoulder and pulled her toward him and away from me. “Please excuse my slave-girl for her clumsiness.” He said with a grin and offered his hand. “I’m Philip.”
I shook it firmly, “Baxter McClain, Co-owner of this club.”
“Fantastic! Let me buy you a drink.”
I didn’t like the painted up Count the moment he touched the dazed princess. I towered over him by almost a foot as I stood from the barstool. “No need. Looks like your girl is on some kind of substance. The illegal kind. You’re going to have to leave the club. Now.”
Philip went from grinning to straight lipped. He turned the princess around draping his arm around her bare shoulders. He placed his half-empty beer glass back on the bar and left.
“And he called that pretty young woman his slave. Ha! What a jerk!” Kassandra said, echoing my thoughts.
“If I ever see the little prick, here again, I may just take the pretty young princess from him.”
When Master brought me home from the club he ripped my pretty ballgown off and beat me. He yelled at me with so much rage and the beating was my punishment for ruining his night at the Velvet Vault’s Halloween party. The bruises he left on my face and body would heal within the next few days, but the pain in my heart never would.
Master allowed me to dress in a pink velvet ballgown, which made me feel pretty, even on the inside. I could see the adoration for me in his eyes. When he introduced his two male friends at the Halloween party, he ordered me to play with them. Master knew I would do anything to please him but I didn’t know those men. This was something that I didn’t feel comfortable with as my body suddenly flushed with warmth and my heart pounded fast in my chest. I felt trapped as I was being pushed beyond my boundaries.
Master wrapped a hand around my throat as his brows knotted. “Don’t you want to please me, slave-girl?”
“Yes, Sir, but I don’t know them. I’d much rather please you.”
His grip tightened on my throat as his friends watched with predatory grins. “Watching you suck and fuck my friends would please me much more for now.”
He released his grip and handed me a glass of white wine, “Drink this. It’ll help you relax.”
I sipped on the wine and within a few minutes the world tilted. Or was it me? From that moment on, there were only images, like a movie in slow motion. One man pushing me down to my knees as he undid his pants and shoved his hard cock in my mouth. The other man yanking up my pink velvet gown and slamming his cock into my pussy. The pain was dulled by the potent wine I drank, which I was grateful for during the shameful experience.
There were also moments when I totally blacked out during the night. Then, Master grabbed me by the elbow and I staggered behind him to the bar. Everything around me was a dizzy blur and the loud music and voices blended into one. My eyelids were heavy and Master disappeared. I leaned forward a bit too much and crash into solid muscle. When I apologized and leaned away my chin was lifted to see a large bare-chested man wearing a black mask that covered half his face. With a chiseled jaw and a short well-trimmed beard, the man looked like a dark angel of death ready to snatch me up and take me away from the living.
After Master finished beating me he locked me in the cage for two days. I was treated like an animal and he fed me canned dog food that he served on a plate. He placed it on the floor next to the cage and I reached through the bars to eat the food with my hands. It tasted awful, but I was too hungry to care. I cried all day as I was left alone, locked in that cage, when Master went to work. He was kind enough to leave me a few bottles of water to drink and I had to use a bucket to relieve myself.
When I fell asleep on the second night, I dreamed of darkness and fear as I was snared in a huge spider’s web. I panicked, twisting and turning my body trying to break free from the sticky web that snared my legs and arms. Suddenly I was cut free and felt weightless, falling fast, down a dark hole. I screamed and clawed at the air hoping to grab hold of something, anything!
Then I wasn’t falling anymore and captured in strong arms of the dark angel in the black mask. His devilish grin was sensually erotic.
“You’re mine.” his rich, deep voice demanded.
My eyes flew open as I gasped with an orgasm, my fingers rubbing the sensitive nub between my naked thighs. I remembered the tall man in the black mask with his fiery eyes that drew me to him. Then, I suddenly felt ashamed for touching myself without Master’s permission. It had been so long since he allowed me to have an orgasm and my body was so pent up with sexual need, like a bowstring pulled tautly. I broke down and cried again feeling alone and vulnerable.
On the third day, Master unlocked the cage and I crawled out of it on my hands and knees toward him. I rubbed my cheek against the fabric of his black slacks and kissed the top of his shoe.
His hand stroked my greasy matted hair, petting me like an obedient dog. “You’ve been punished well for what you did the other night, my dirty slave.” I cried out when his hand twisted into my hair and jerked my head back to look up at him. “Why do you always hurt your Master? Promise that you will never embarrass me again!”
“I…I promise.” I stuttered, wincing at the pain.
“Promise what?”
“I promise to never embarrass you again, Master.”
Master released his painful grip, “You can smell your stench. You’re disgusting. Now take a shower and wash that filthy body.”
After I scrubbed myself clean in the shower, Master was in the bedroom. He sat naked on the edge of the bed and commanded me to crawl to him. He tied my wrists behind my back with a thick abrasive rope that chafed my wrists leaving red marks afterward. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and twisted his hand into my wet hair, forcing his hard cock into my mouth.
Master was rough as he fucked my mouth relentlessly, making me gag. “Suck it, you dirty fucking bitch!” He roared and pulled my mouth away as squirted his warm cum on my face.
I was not allowed to wipe my face clean of him and ordered to sleep on the floor beside the bed. I couldn’t sleep and cried when I heard Mast
er’s steady breathing through the night.
I sat in the back office of the Velvet Vault, overseeing the men I hired as they installed security cameras throughout the club. One camera was being installed above the front entrance and one above the backdoor where the loading dock was for deliveries. Kassandra and I both agreed to clean up the club’s reputation after Landon Perry fucked it all up with the drug use, sleazy under the table distribution, and unsafe activities. We didn’t need any liability lawsuits to deal with too.
After the Halloween party three nights ago, I couldn’t get the beautiful young woman with the green eyes out of my mind. It was only for a brief moment, but when I touched her chin there was this unseen energy that passed through the both of us. When Philip pulled her away, it stirred this primal instinct inside me to protect her. I learned to control my anger over the years and knew that a Dominant should always be the one in control of his emotions and actions. However, it took all the self-control I had not to beat his face in and throw the pretty woman over my shoulder as my prize.
I had my fair share of female play partners through the years but never owned a submissive in a D/s relationship. Even the thought of going that far with a woman was not important enough to put on my bucket list.
Aiden came in a few minutes early before opening the bar for business that night. He was already dressed in his tight, worn out, ripped jeans and black leather BDSM fetish harness. I rolled up my shirt sleeves surfing the internet on my Mac as I sat behind a desk. I planned on purchasing some new BDSM play equipment - St. Andrews crosses, spanking benches and stockade benches. I knew a very skilled maker of these hard to find dungeon equipment in Baton Rouge and would drive out that way the next day.
“Have you seen that blond in the ball gown in here since Halloween?” I asked Aiden as he sat in a chair across from me.
“No, but I’ll let you know if I do. Do you know her?”
“Not yet, but I’m going to.”
Aiden smiled as I clicked on the image of the St. Andrews Cross on the Mac. “What the fuck are you smiling about slut-boy?”
He shrugged a shoulder, still grinning. “You’re attracted to her, aren’t you?”
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled, “I am. Very much so. She seemed sad and I have no doubt that the dickweed who called himself Philip is the cause of it. Liam and Cooper gave me some info on him. He’s part of the same circle that hangs with Landon Perry. I’ve known assholes like Philip. He sees himself as a Dom but he’s not. He’s the exact opposite, a bully and a coward. I stepped all over his ego telling him to leave the club and I know he’ll show his face here again with the blond woman.”
…. ***
I took that drive out to Baton Rouge the next day to visit an old friend of mine, Leo, who owned “Dungeon Gear”, makers of the dungeon equipment I was browsing through on his website. Leo and I went way back in the kink scene. He was a pure sadist and loved to inflict pain to the highest degree with his lovers and play partners. His body was covered in tattoos, some of them literally on his scalp, and piercings that received jaw-dropping stares from anyone just walking down Bourbon Street in the Quarter. But he didn’t give a fuck. He expressed himself just the way he wants to and detests main-stream society. I’d seen him in action at kink clubs and he had no problem sexually pleasing women or even men with his skills to inflict the right amount of pain and with a good amount of dick too.
We stood outside Leo’s huge, rusty, old warehouse along the banks of the Mississippi River. He lit a cigarette with one of those old Zippo lighters. He snapped the lid closed taking a drag and exhaled, “It’s been a while old friend. Glad you’re back in the Big Easy. Are you still flogging hot women to the point you make them orgasm all over the fuckin’ place?”
I chuckled as a bead of sweat ran down the side of my face. Even though it was November, the weather down in Louisiana would stay balmy and warm through the month of December. “You remember that huh? That poor girl was wiped out after I was done with her. I spent a good amount of time with her during our aftercare session. April was her name. She told me later the experience was something she had fantasized about her whole life.”
I left Leo with a special order of 4 St. Andrews crosses, 4 spanking benches and 2 stockade benches. As I drove back to New Orleans, I needed to make a quick stop in to the club to check on the new security cameras and ensure that they were working to my satisfaction. That night was a play night and the floor would be open for impact play. There would be no alcohol consumption allowed so the bar was closed, giving Aiden the night off.
Liam approached the moment I entered the club, “Count Dracula is here tonight with the blond woman...”
I instantly scanned the play areas to find her, not really paying attention to the rest of what Liam had said. There she was, bound to one of the crosses. Her wrists were bound to the cross above her and she was totally nude. Her skin was milky white, her long strawberry blond hair hung in waves down to her lower back. Her legs were spread as she tip-toed displaying her beautiful ass to a group of people who wanted to watch.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away. She was so beautiful in all her naked submission. But then, I was distracted by the sight of Philip standing a few feet behind her, holding a black leather flogger in his right hand. A shiver shot down my spine and the hair on the back of my neck rose watching him wave the flogger around like it was some kind of weapon for target practice. I had a very bad feeling that the motherfucker had no clue how to work a flogger.
The beauty cried out with the first hard and god-awful strike to her upper back. I couldn’t get there fast enough as Philip struck her several more times leaving hot red marks across her back and ass. Some onlookers were puzzled that the first lashings started out hardcore right out of the gate.
Liam headed straight over to Philip, but I held him back, “I’ll handle it.”
Philip drew back again and in the next moment I was beside him. I grabbed his forearm and stopped him abruptly. “You’re lucky to be walking out of here alive!”
He stared at me wide-eyed as his jaw dropped open with surprise. I wrenched the flogger from him and with a flick of my wrist slapped the leather tails across the side of his smug fucking face. He yelped and staggered, falling hard, and landing on his ass.
“Please don’t hit me again!” He begged as he scurried back.
I clenched my jaw so hard the pain throbbed in my temples. I blinked a few times trying to calm the fiery rage inside me.
“Get the fuck out and don’t ever step foot in my club again. She doesn’t belong to you anymore.”
I trembled and sobbed as someone released my wrists from the straps on the cross. I looked up to find it was the tall man in the black mask. The dark angel. I couldn’t move and just stood there staring up at him. He was so handsome! He unbuttoned his white shirt, pulling it off and wrapped it around my shoulders. I trembled as I slid my arms into the sleeves when he reached for my throat. He carefully unfastened choker necklace that Philip gave me and it dropped to the floor. Then I suddenly felt weightless as he lifted me up into his muscular arms like it was as natural as breathing. I clung to him, burying my face into his warm chest.
He carried me out of the club, and whispered, “What’s your name princess?”
“Chloe Lane.” I replied shyly.
“That’s a very pretty name, Chloe. My name is Baxter McClain.”
He stopped next to his car and put me down, but I didn’t want to let go and kept my arms wrapped around his broad shoulders.
“It’s okay Chloe. I promise you will be safe with me. I can take you wherever you want to go. Do you want to go to a hospital to get you checked out?” He said with politeness, which sounded foreign coming from a very dominant man.
“I’m okay. I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
He smiled. “Then you’re more than welcome to stay at my place for the night.”
I climbed into the leather passenger seat of his car but didn�
�t speak as he drove us down St. Charles Avenue into the Garden District. I looked out the window watching other cars pass by folding my arms to keep Baxter’s shirt closed. “My Master will want me to come home.”
“Oh, I’m sure he does! But do you want to go back home to him? Because that’s your decision to make, not his. You can stay at my place for as long as you like. To give you time to think about it.” Baxter said, sounding as if that was easy.
It wasn’t easy. I buried my face into my hands and began to cry again. “After the Halloween party at the club I was punished and promised to never shame Master Philip ever again.”
I braced my arm against the dashboard when Baxter slammed on the brakes at a traffic light. He turned to me, his brows knitted, making him look angry. “Punished? For what?”
“For embarrassing him that night. Master Philip commanded me to sexually please two men he claimed were his friends. I was anxious because I didn’t know them. I think the wine he made me drink was laced with something because everything was foggy.”
“You were definitely drugged with something. I saw it in your eyes. That’s when I told your Master to leave and he took you with him which I regretted very much at the time. I knew he’d come back to my club with you. I just didn’t know he’d be stupid enough to use that flogger on you.”
“You own the Velvet Vault?”
“Yes. I’m co-owner with Kassandra Butler. It was a done deal a few weeks ago.”
Moments later, Baxter parked his car alongside the curb in front of a pretty white house with grey shutters and a flight of steps leading to the front door. It was night but the front was lit with floodlights. We climbed out of his car and I followed him up the stairs and into the house. He flipped a wall switch on and walked me through his home with shiny hardwood floors and white marble. Cream-colored furniture and décor adorned the rooms with a stairway leading to the second floor. My jaw dropped following him as he showed me his beautiful home. We climbed the stairs and entered a small bedroom with a queen-sized bed.
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