“Sure, hon. What’s up?” Kaylin could see that her beautiful friend with sun-kissed blonde hair, big brown doe eyes, and gorgeous body was nervous.
“Remember that guy I dated last year, John Temple? He talked me into giving the ‘lifestyle’ a try. I was with him for about six months. I never really bought into the ‘submissive’ thing for myself. It’s okay for some people, and the women who like it really like it. When our relationship didn’t work out, I never tried it again.”
“Chloe, you never said anything. Why not?”
“I guess I was a little embarrassed. Submissive vice cop? Come on.”
“I don’t necessarily think there’s anything wrong with it. It might be fun and sexy. I can tell you Jack Dalton Brown is definitely sexy.”
“I’ve seen pictures. If he’s half as good looking in person…”
“Oh, girlfriend. I’d say he’s twice as good looking.”
Chloe filled Kaylin in on the particulars of the lifestyle, the protocol of addressing a Master, and the slave position. That definitely got her Irish up. “You have to be kidding. They really do that shit?”
“Oh, yeah. They really do. I have to admit it can become addictive, and the sex is beyond belief. That’s how Temple kept me enthralled for six crazy months. If you are going to do this, I still have some of the outfits in the back of my closet, and I know they’ll fit you. I have a little more boobs and booty than you do, but the material is stretchy so that won’t be a problem. They are meant to be so tight they almost cut off your circulation, but they are sexy as hell. Come over tonight, and you can raid my closet. It’s all for a good cause, right?”
“Thanks. I’ll see you around 6:30.”
* * * *
Once back at BSO headquarters, Kaylin felt at least a little more comfortable with the whole idea. Knowledge was power after all, and now she had at least a partial understanding of what went on in a BDSM club and ready access to the clothes she would need. Wow. Could she do this if she actually had to participate? Then she pictured Jack Brown with a naked chest, in tight leather pants, high black boots, and holding a crop in his hand. A shiver went down her spine and lodged in her pussy. Oh, shit. I might be in trouble in more ways than one.
When Jack Brown walked into the bullpen, she rose, greeted him, and steered him to the conference room next to the Sergeant’s office. They were immediately joined by the Sergeant. She introduced him to Jack Brown, and they shook hands. Del did not look thrilled to see Brown, but he was probably glad the meeting was on their turf. They shook hands perfunctorily. Neither looked like the other was going to be his best bud. Kaylin had to laugh. Two alpha males stomping around marking their territory. Were they going to piss in the corners? God, they were so obvious.
The meeting got underway when Kaylin said, “So, Mr. Brown, exactly what did you have in mind for this undercover operation? Would I have to actually participate in the BDSM activities, or could we fake it?”
“Honestly, if I was introducing a new sub to the club, I would probably have at least some interaction in the dungeon. I could make a case for keeping her mostly to myself in one of the theme rooms, which would mean in private, based on the newness of the relationship. There no one would know what was going on behind closed doors. We could be playing poker and they wouldn’t know. I do think, though, that for maximum visibility and for the best results, it would be best to be seen out in the open actually participating. The members of the club, especially the Masters, are very experienced and not easily fooled. If you want everyone to believe you are a sub, you should actually be one.”
That gave Kaylin pause. Could she actually fully participate? She looked at Brown. He was wearing a chalk stripe gray suit, vest, maroon silk tie, and black alligator loafers. His clothes probably cost a couple months of her salary—with the shoes, substantially more. He looked relaxed and at ease and not like he had an agenda here. Then he looked into her eyes and smiled. There it was—that frisson of sexual awareness that she had felt in his presence before. The man was a force to be reckoned with. She had to wonder if she was up to the challenge. Could she pass on that challenge?
* * * *
Kaylin was pawing through the back of Chloe’s closet while her friend sat on the end of her bed sipping a glass of white wine. Chloe’s house in Victoria Park was laid out much like her own. Most of these ’20s bungalows had a similar floor plan. The nice-size yards with mature trees and foliage, the high ceilings, wood floors, and fireplaces made them very desirable while still being affordable. The neighborhoods were packed with young professionals and young families.
“Kay, are you sure you want to do this? It could be dangerous, physically as well as emotionally. Am I picking up the excited stomach vibe? Are you attracted to Jack Brown? I could understand if you were. The man is absolutely gorgeous and sexy as hell. He puts off vibes of his own—right off the printed page. I can’t imagine what he’s like in person. While I was with Temple, I never even heard of The Black Iris Club. It must really be on the down low.”
“It may not be the best idea, but I hope that at least it will move the case forward. You know what happens when they start to go cold. Witnesses, evidence all start to go missing. Anyway, Brown agreed that Del could go in as a bartender so I won’t be entirely on my own. I don’t know how I’ll feel about it if Del gets to see any of the BDSM action, if we actually have to do it.”
“Prepare yourself, Kaylin. You will have to do it. Trust me. No one is going to fall for a sub who’s not a sub. Those clubs are about sex. It won’t be believable without at least some action in the dungeon.”
“I think you’re right.” Kaylin pulled several very short, small dresses out of the back of the closet. “You’re kidding, right? They actually wear this stuff? You actually wore this stuff?”
“’Fraid so. Get a couple pairs of the shoes, too. Those ‘fuck me’ pumps are required attire.”
“I repeat. You have to be kidding. I doubt I could chase down a suspect in these.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll wear them into and out of the club. While you’re there you’ll probably be barefoot and probably naked as well.”
Oh, Shit!
Chapter Five
The foyer of The Black Iris Club, in the penthouse of the JDB Building, Downtown Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Wednesday early evening, July 16, 2014, 6:00 p.m.
Jack met Kaylin and Del in the foyer of the club at six o’clock. He had changed into his preferred form of club wear, black jeans, a black leather vest over a bare chest, and black alligator cowboy boots. He wanted to show them around and spend some private time with Kaylin for a crash course in “sub behavior 101.” He didn’t know if she actually had any idea what would be expected of her as his sub. He was glad she was wearing appropriate sub wear and the requisite high, high-heeled pumps. The short, tight, red latex dress with the crisscrossed straps across her entire upper back was very sexy and totally appropriate attire for the club. It certainly highlighted her great butt and mile long legs. He wondered how or where she had obtained it on such short notice. Del Lord was wearing a pair of tight, black leather pants and an open leather vest over his naked chest. Jack had provided the attire under the guise that it was a uniform for the bartenders. He was sure the homicide detective’s wardrobe did not run to leather club wear. Lord seemed to be far from comfortable. He usually looked like a surfer dude forced to dress up for Sunday dinner. Fortunately he also resembled a Fort Lauderdale bartender. He could definitely pull off that look.
“Del, Antonio will show you around the club and get you set up. You’ll have a good view of most of the dungeon from behind the bar. Kaylin, let’s…” At her askance look he continued. “I can’t very well call you Detective Gallagher while I’ve got you bound to the St. Andrew’s cross, now can I, Detective?”
She grumbled. “I guess not.”
“Come with me. We’ll go into one of the theme rooms and talk about what will be expected of you as a sub.”
“I have spoken with a friend of mine in Vice about expectations.”
“Vice? Really? Let me tell you that Vice probably does not have an accurate idea of what this is all about.”
“My friend, Chloe, was a sub for six months. I borrowed some clothes and shoes from her. I didn’t want to embarrass you in front of your little friends, Jack.”
He grinned. “Smart-mouthed subs get their butts paddled, Detective. I’d be careful if I were you.”
She huffed, but that shut her up for the moment.
* * * *
Get her butt paddled indeed. Kaylin had done some reading online to flesh out the explanation and instructions Chloe had given her. He might have a point. It would behoove her to watch her tendency to mouth off. She followed him docilely down the hall behind the dungeon and into one of the theme rooms. This one was outfitted like a royal bedchamber right out of a historical romance novel with an enormous carved bed covered in a red and gold silk bedspread. Wow. Fancy. The room also contained some of the scary equipment featured in the main dungeon only on a smaller scale.
“Come here, Kaylin.” Jack sat down in a big, tapestry-covered wingback chair, took her hand, and pulled her unceremoniously into his lap. When she yelped and tried to get up, he said, “Relax, babe. We have to start getting used to each other. You have to look comfortable under my hand or this is not going to work. If you are going to jump every time I touch you casually, we might as well call it quits right here.”
He was right. “Sorry. I’ll try. You just took me by surprise.” She took a deep breath and tried to relax back against his chest. Unfortunately, she felt the press of his hard-on against her bottom, and that was not conducive to relaxing. The tight skirt and the thong she wore under it were scant protection. He felt big. He certainly was well-endowed, that was for sure. She was beginning to wonder if Del had not been right, and this was not a good idea. Oh well, she was in it up to her pussy now. She would have to try to see it through.
Jack proceeded to explain the protocol that would be expected of a sub, even a new one, in the dungeon. He told her to address him and the other Master Doms as Master and the other members as Sir from then on and not to speak unless asked a direct question. The Master Doms all wore braided black leather bracelets with heavy silver clasps on their right wrists so she would know who they were. He showed her his bracelet. It should be pretty obvious to her which were the subs. He told her not to be shocked if she saw naked subs, male or female, walking around behind their Masters or kneeling at their feet, possibly on leashes. She was not to comment on anything she saw in the dungeon even if it totally went against her grain. She was to remember that everyone was here because they wanted to be and were not under duress. She was starting to get the bad feeling she should have had yesterday. What was that saying about a day late and a dollar short?
“I am really going to try, but I have to say this goes so against the grain of my personality.” When he just grinned, she continued. “I don’t think I’m cut out to be a submissive.”
“We’ll see. You might be surprised. You know each couple handles this stuff in their own way. Some have full-time Master/slave or Dom/sub relationships. Some are married couples. Some only do it in the bedroom. Some only do it at the club. Everyone has to work out for themselves what fits their comfort level.”
“I’m not being judgmental here, but I don’t see how a woman can enjoy this.”
He smiled. “We’ll address that comment at a later date. Do you want a soda or anything? I don’t think wine or something stronger would be appropriate for either of us under the circumstances.”
“Maybe just a bottle of water. You’re right about alcohol. Not a good idea tonight.”
He pressed a buzzer situated on a table next to the chair. “Antonio, please have the new bartender bring in two bottles of San Pellegrino. Thanks.” He disconnected. “That’s also a panic button. If you are in here or one of the other theme rooms and have a problem, you can press that button and a dungeon monitor will come in. Also, we should choose a safe word for you. Do you have a preference?” When she looked confused he said, “A word that will stop our play. Something you wouldn’t normally say in conversation—but not ‘stop’ or ‘no.’ Those can be confused for role-playing during a scene.”
“How about ‘badge?’”
“No, that might give away the game. How about ‘rose’? Or some other flower? Maybe your dog’s name?”
“I don’t have a dog. I guess ‘rose’ would be okay.”
“Also, we use the color system here. If I ask you for your color that means I want to know how you are doing. Red means stop, yellow means pause or slow down and take a breather, and green means okay to continue. Got it?”
“Yes. Rose and red, yellow, and green. That’s simple enough.”
* * * *
Jack continued. “In the heat of the moment, it might not be so simple. Masters are always supposed to be in control, but we are human, too. Subs can end up in subspace after a scene, totally zoned out, and Masters can suffer from Dom Drop, a bit of depression, or let down after a scene. The Master will always provide aftercare for a sub, but a sub should also consider her Master’s emotional state.” Jack ran his hands down her arms and then up her rib cage and over her breasts. When she would have protested he said, “Remember. You have to get used to my touch, which will be extremely intimate.” He continued to caress her upper body and then massaged her neck and shoulders. He knew it felt good when she groaned and leaned into his touch. “Much better, sub. Much better.” He turned her face toward him and kissed her lightly on the mouth. When she didn’t jump back this time, he deepened the kiss. He grazed his lips along her jaw and down her throat to the tops of her breasts that were popping out over the bodice of the latex dress. Then he ran his hands down over her butt and quickly between her legs. She flinched at that but held steady. She was sweet as honey when she wasn’t being as sour as vinegar. He’d have to see what he could do to make sure she stayed sweet.
* * * *
Kaylin leaned into the kiss. He was good. She could seriously get used to this. She ran her errant hand over the smooth chest and ridged abs under his leather vest. Just then there was a knock at the door and Del walked into the room. The look on his face when he saw her sitting in Jack’s lap with her lips locked to his made her jump back. “We were just getting to know each other so we would seem comfortable in the dungeon.”
“Yeah. I can see that. Here’s your Pellegrino. Need anything else?”
“No, Del, that will be all for the moment.” Jack just smiled in an offhand way, and Kaylin could feel the buzz of satisfaction under his skin. Was he trying to get Del’s goat? Show his possession of her like she was a prize? She didn’t like that at all. No, she thought. He was just used to getting his way, and this was his sandbox after all. He was the Master of this castle. After Del left the room, Jack opened the bottles, poured the contents over ice in crystal glasses, and handed her one. “Do you have any specific questions, anything you would like to know more about?”
“Am I going to have to be naked?”
“Maybe. I don’t want to sugarcoat it, but it depends on how the scene develops. I’ll try to keep your clothes on as much as possible in the dungeon, but if you end up in a scene out there, on the cross or something, being clothed would not be realistic and would not promote the story we are trying to tell.”
“Okay. I’m going to trust you to do your best to protect my sensibilities, but I don’t want to jeopardize the operation for a little false modesty.” She had known this was not going to be easy, and it wasn’t.
“Good girl. We’ll work on it together. Now, just relax in your Master’s arms. Rest. We’re going to be totally ‘on’ out there, so take this time to just get comfortable with me.” She had to admit that she was totally enjoying being in his arms. His skin was warm and smooth, and he was strong and solid. She could still feel his hard-on against her butt. She took a sip of her water and leaned bac
k against him. She could feel the tension seeping out of her muscles and her mind. Wasn’t that extraordinary? She knew she was zoning out.
When she became aware again, Jack was saying, “Rest time is over, subbie. We’re going out into the dungeon, and I am going to introduce you around to the other Masters and subs. Remember, eyes down. Do not make eye contact with the Masters. You can engage with the subs if the opportunity arises. If I correct you sharply remember it’s not personal, it’s just part of the scene.” Correct her sharply? What did that mean?
* * * *
When Kaylin followed Jack out into the dungeon, he made sure to keep her a pace behind him. Jack was greeted by several Masters who also had subs walking a pace behind. “Hey, Jack. I see you have a new pet. Are we going to see her introduction?”
“Yes. This is Kaylin. Kaylin, this is Master Jerome and his sub, Katie.” When they had walked a few paces away, he turned to her and said, “Jerry and Katie are married. He’s a lawyer and she’s a buyer or something for a department store.” They walked on around the room meeting other couples. Jack was definitely the host and totally in control of his environment. She kept her eyes down but tried to take in as much of the scene as she could and commit faces to memory. It was pretty amazing. Some of the men were attractive, although not all, but none were as good looking as Jack. The subs were pretty, some young, some not so young, some wearing sub wear, some naked or nearly so. They all seemed enthralled with their Masters and happy to be there. None seemed likely to make a break for the door. It was still early in the evening by club standards. She would wait and reserve judgment until she saw what actually went on here, how these women were treated, and how they reacted to that treatment. This was certainly going to be an education.
Kaylin noticed that the various couples were starting to migrate toward the different equipment located strategically around the room. In the corner a naked woman was hanging by her wrists from chains attached to the ceiling and her Master was circling ominously with a crop in his hand. Yikes! Another woman was bound to an X-like contraption that she figured had to be the St. Andrew’s cross. That looked scary, too.
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