He adjusted himself as he walked around the back of his car and then opened her door. Putting his hand out to help her up from the low seat, he couldn't tear his eyes away as the hemline of her dress crept further up her legs when she exited the car. He was almost tempted to push it up a little further so he could see if she was bare or not between her legs. Bare was his personal preference. "Didn't your ex ever open your door for you?"
"Now that you mention it, no he didn't."
"Well, there's another reason to hate the selfish prick-bastard."
Kristen laughed at him again as she tugged her skirt back down, which wouldn't go any further than the middle of her thighs. "You don't know him, how can you say you hate him?"
Reaching into his pocket he retrieved the item he had placed there earlier. "Easily, Pet. Any man who would cheat on, disrespect and leave a beautiful woman like you deserves to be despised and degraded by the rest of his gender." He held up his hand and let the object dangle from it so she could see it. "This is a training collar, Pet. You'll wear it while you're here at the club with me. It'll let the other Doms know you're spoken for and they're not allowed to try and negotiate with you or demand you follow a certain protocol without my permission. I may order you to kneel but another Dom would have to get my approval for them to tell you to do the same, except in extreme cases. Some Doms like to tease the subs and it's not considered rude here unless it's insulting, and I will not allow anyone to insult you. If I have to leave you for some reason, I'll ask a DM or security to keep an eye on you until I return. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." She nodded and turned around, lifting her hair so he could fasten the collar around her neck. It was a simple black leather band and he regretted not having a nicer one to give her. He never had a sub wear one of his collars for more than a weekend but this time he found himself not wanting to think about un-collaring her when they were done playing tonight.
When she turned back around, fingering the leather band, he found his hands reaching up to cup her face. Looking into her hazel eyes, he lowered his mouth to hers, a scant inch at a time, waiting for her to stop him, to let him know she didn't want this. But she didn't stop him and he sent up a silent thanks to whomever or whatever had brought this woman to him at this moment. The second his mouth touched hers, her eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was light, a soft brushing of his lips against hers, until she sighed and her lips parted granting him entry. He deepened the kiss, darting his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers, dying for a taste of her. He savored the sweetness of her wine, the tartness of the lemon from her dinner and something delicious and unique to Kristen. And for tonight she belonged to him, he just didn't know how he would be able to let her go when they were done playing. Mine.
When her hands began to move up his arms toward his neck, he grabbed her wrists and put a reluctant end to the kiss. Her eyes fluttered as if she was waking from a long slumber and he smiled. "Sorry, Pet, but if I let you touch me, I'm going to go off like a rocket." He pressed his hips to hers in order to make his point. He gave her another quick kiss before releasing her wrists, turning her to his side and tucking her one hand under his arm. Thankfully it was normal to see men walking around the club with hard-ons because his wasn't going down anytime soon.
Moments later they were standing in the lobby at the front desk which was being attended by a slight but toned man who Kristen guessed was about her age. He was shirtless, but wore a pair of black dress pants and a red bow tie with gold trim. The man smiled and nodded at her before speaking to Devon. "Good evening, Master Devon, how are you tonight?"
"I'm good, Matthew. And you?"
"Very good, Sir, since I'm scheduled to scene with Mistress China later."
Devon winced knowing that meant the sub's cock and balls were going to be tortured before the night was over. It wasn't something Devon could imagine subjecting his man parts to, but the younger sub enjoyed it.
"Matthew, this is Ms. Kristen, my guest this evening. Kristen, Matthew is one of the clubs long-time employees and he's also a submissive. If you ever have any questions, Matthew can answer them from a sub's point of view."
When she nodded, he took her arm and extending it outward over the desk so Matthew could place a yellow band around her wrist. When he was done, the sub patted her hand. "It's nice to meet you Kristen. This indicates you're a guest and not allowed to participate in any play. And Master Devon is right, if you have any questions, I'm an expert on club protocol. By the way, love your dress."
Kristen smiled at his friendly manner. "Thank you and it's nice to meet you, too."
Devon took her hand and tucked it under his arm again before leading her over to a large man dressed in black slacks and a red button-down shirt standing next to the wooden doors leading into the club. "Kristen, this is Tiny, the head of security. Tiny, this is Kristen.”
She tilted her head up...and up...and up. Good Lord, the man was tall...and broad. He was about six foot eight and two hundred seventy-five pounds of solid muscle. His neck was too thick to close the top button of his shirt so he was without a bowtie. Bald with a goatee, he reminded her of a wrestler from the eighties who became an actor, Mr. G or something like that. The only thing he was missing was the gold chains. "Tiny?"
The man laughed and gave her a wink. "Yes ma'am. My real name is Travis but I've gone by Tiny since I was born weighing thirteen pounds. It's a pleasure to meet you."
Before she could reply, Devon spoke again. "Tiny, would you be so kind as to keep an eye on my sub for a few minutes while I run and change? I'm afraid she'll cause a riot inside if I leave her unattended."
"Absolutely, Master Devon. I don't doubt she'd cause trouble in there. The Doms will be falling all over themselves the second they spot this cute little thing." Tiny took a step to the left and revealed a stool she hadn't known was behind him. "Have a seat up here Ms. Kristen and I'll keep the big, bad Doms from killing each other trying to get at you."
She doubted that would happen but still smiled at his compliment. "Thank you, Master Tiny."
"Uh-uh, Ms. Kristen. It's just Tiny since I'm not a Dom nor do I participate in the lifestyle. I only work here so I can check out pretty ladies such as yourself and pound on the occasional idiot who gets out of hand."
She laughed and relaxed again. "I get the feeling you're nothing but a big teddy bear."
"Hey, I like it. Tiny the teddy bear."
Devon helped her up on the stool before giving her a fast kiss on the lips. "Take out your list and hand me your purse. You won't need it inside so I'll put in my locker for safe keeping." She did as he requested and handed him both. "I'll be right back, Pet. Stay here with Tiny and you'll be fine."
"Yes, Sir."
He grinned then disappeared through the big wooden doors leading into the club. The pounding music increased in volume before becoming a dull beat when the door closed again. She felt a little self-conscious sitting on the stool and turned toward the big man next to her after tugging at her dress to keep from flashing him. "So how long have you worked here?"
He opened the door to allow a couple to walk in, and waited until the music died down before answering her. "Ever since the club opened. Have you met Master Jake yet?"
Jake was the man who met Devon at the pub the day before while they were making their dinner plans. "Yes, I think so, but only briefly and I didn't know he was a Dom then."
Tiny leaned against the wall, crossing his arm over his massive chest and Kristen couldn't help but wonder what size shirt the man wore. "Jake and I go way back to our high school football days. After I got injured in the pros, I ended up down here a few years ago for a visit. I ran into Jake and he recommended me to Ian and Devon. When they offered me a job, I moved as fast as I could from L.A. I still do occasional bodyguard work for them when needed, but mostly I'm in charge of the club's security.
She found it odd he was working in a BDSM club yet not participating in the lifestyles and told him so.
The
big man shrugged. "To each his own. Even though it's not for me personally, doesn't mean I find anything wrong with the lifestyle. Like I said earlier, at least I get to see a lot of pretty girls in hot outfits. And just when I thought I've seen it all, something happens that makes me laugh. It can be pretty entertaining working here."
"I'll bet. I'm glad you found a job you enjoy." Kristen watched as Tiny opened the doors to allow three women in various states of dress to enter the main club and found herself thinking she was a little overdressed. One woman was wearing a black leather mini-skirt and a matching bustier which left her midsection exposed. The shortest of the three had on a red satin and sheer teddy which stopped an inch above her knees while the last one wore a sheer black dress shirt over a bra and thong set. Two of them wore ballet-type slippers in place of shoes, while the blonde in the skirt had removed her slippers and held them in her hand, opting to go barefoot. Although two of the women were on the skinny side, the one wearing the teddy was a size or two larger than Kristen and she wondered if she would be as confident looking as the other woman, had she been wearing a similar outfit. After the door closed again, she looked back up at Tiny. "Do you miss playing football?"
He titled his head as if thinking about his answer before verbalizing it. "Yeah, I do sometimes. But unlike some guys who go pro, I knew I wasn't going to play forever. And when life hands you lemons..."
"You make lemonade," she finished the cliché for him.
"If you have a lemonade stand, little one, I'd be more than happy to stop by for a taste." A deep male voice startled her and she tensed before turning to find a strange man standing a little too close for her comfort although he wasn't touching her. "I'm sure anything you have to offer would be the sweetest of fruit."
She gaped at the man who was now devouring her with his gaze. This was what she had expected Master Mitch to look like when she met him. If she had to guess, the man was in his fifties with a pointed nose, narrow eyes and mustache. His black hair was graying at his temples and upper lip. Slender, he stood about six-foot even and he was dressed in a black dress shirt and leather pants with black boots. Never taking his leering stare off her, he addressed Tiny. "Tell me, Tiny, who is this gorgeous creature? I see she has a collar. I may have to challenge her Dom to a duel to win her favor."
Was this guy for real? She looked up to see Tiny smiling down at her and she relaxed only a fraction when he winked again at her. "Good evening, Master Carl. This is Ms. Kristen, a guest of Master Devon."
The older man sighed and frowned before he took a small step backwards. "Such a pity since he can kill a man in a number of ways, I'm sure. Master Devon is a lucky man, but please come find me when he removes your collar, girl. I would love to play with you for an evening. I guarantee I'd make it most enjoyable for both of us."
An involuntary shudder passed through her body as she watched the man disappear through the club doors. She didn't like how he'd said 'when he removes your collar' instead of if and reached up to touch the thin band wrapped around her neck not wanting to think that this might be her only evening with Devon.
"Unless you're into a great deal of pain, you might want to avoid Master Carl. He's actually a nice guy but a sadist."
Kristen's eyes widened but before she could say anything in response to Tiny's comment, the doors next to him reopened and Devon stepped back out into the lobby. Her mouth watered at the sight of him. He'd changed out of his dinner clothes and was now wearing a tight black t-shirt which showed off his defined arms and torso. A pair of black leather pants hugged his lower body as if they had been painted on. Replacing a zipper, the crotch was laced up and showcased the large bulge behind it.
He grabbed her hips and helped her off the stool, pulling her close so their lower bodies made contact. "Ready?"
"I-I think so."
Tiny spoke up at the tremble in her voice. "She met Master Carl a minute ago."
Devon rolled his eyes knowing the sadist loved to intimidate new subs. "Wonderful." The sarcasm was evident in his voice but then he became serious. "Relax, Pet. You're safe with me. No one will touch you in there except for me. If you have any questions, just ask. And if something makes you uncomfortable, tell me. I won't be upset if something bothers you but I will be if you keep it from me. A major portion of this lifestyle depends on verbal communication between a Dom and sub."
The tension in her shoulders eased a little but she was still worried. "What if I make a mistake?"
He brought his hand up to cup her chin. "You're bound to make a few mistakes and so it's expected. Everyone in there was new to the lifestyle at one point and mistakes happen. Okay?"
When she nodded, he frowned and raised his brow. It took her a second to figure out what was wrong. "I mean, yes, Sir."
Taking her hand, he nodded at Tiny and started for the doors. "Besides, mistakes lead to punishment and punishment leads to pleasure for both of us...eventually."
Kristen's mouth dropped at his evil yet amused tone of voice. What was she getting herself into?
* * *
Devon stood next to Kristen at the balcony railing and watched her face as she took in the sights, sounds and smells of the club. Despite the early hour of nine thirty, the club was close to being full but due to the square footage of the building there was still plenty of room for members to walk around without having to fight their way through a crowd. Many of the activity stations in the pit were occupied and the sounds of spanking, flogging and ecstasy battled with the music filling the air. The beat of an instrumental version of the Rolling Stones' "Satisfaction" pulsed throughout the club. Ian had managed to find a company which made elevator music out of every possible genre. Wednesdays and Sundays the music tended to be sensual jazz. Thursdays leaned more toward punk, techno and Goth, while Fridays and Saturdays usually had classic rock mixed with heavy metal pouring from the hidden speakers. The genre was subject to change if they were having a theme night which was about once every two months.
When they first walked in to the bar area, several members had greeted them and he introduced the Doms and subs to Kristen. She'd been polite to everyone even though there were several times he knew she was trying hard not to stare at some of the states of undress. If they weren't used to it, people tended to have a difficult time talking to a naked or almost naked person's face while their private body parts were exposed. It was like being a virgin who'd never seen a nude body, walking through a nudist colony–you didn't want to stare but it was hard not to.
As he watched her try to look everywhere at once, he breathed in deep the aromas of leather, citrus and sex but it was the fresh, enticing scent of the woman next to him which held him captivated. He glanced around the upper floor and spotted several members of both sexes giving Kristen appreciative and interested looks. For the first time in his life he found himself fighting the emotion of jealousy which was running through his veins. He wanted to strip her naked right where she stood and fuck her like a wild beast staking the claim of its mate for the entire world to see. The thought of another Dom collaring her after he moved on to another sub like he always did, made his stomach clench in pain. These feelings were new and strange to him and he didn't like or know how to deal with them. He didn't do relationships and he'd nothing to offer her beyond an introduction to his lifestyle and a weekend filled with intense pleasure and orgasms. The rules may state they weren't allowed to play at the club, but he had every intention of taking her back to his place at some point soon where there would be no restrictions other than her hard limits. But the notion of sending her away at the end of the weekend felt like a hot poker to his chest.
He watched as her eyes widened at the screaming of a female sub cumming hard, somewhere in the pit below them. Her nipples were distended, pushing at the fabric of her dress and he could sense her arousal. He wanted to dip his fingers under her dress and run them through what he knew would be her soaked folds. It appeared his little pet was a voyeur and he couldn't wait to let her obs
erve a few scenes tonight. While in the locker room, he'd looked over her soft and hard limit list and been pleased with most of her choices but he did have a few questions for her about them later.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips and he wished she was on her knees in front of him using that same tongue to taste and tease him. He was torturing himself with his fantasies of her and it took all his strength not to drag her off club property and fuck her silly. "Would you like something to drink? Since we won't be playing here, I can get you another glass of wine or would you prefer something else?"
"Water would be fine, please." The two glasses of wine she had with dinner was all she could tolerate and still be able to keep her wits about her. She wanted to be able to take in and remember everything she saw tonight so she could recall it all while writing tomorrow. She planned on letting Master Xavier and Rebecca have some wild monkey sex in the next chapter.
Devon stopped a bow-tied waitress walking by and grabbed two bottles of water from her tray. "Thank you, Cassandra," he said before sending the girl on her way again and handing one of the bottles to Kristen. "Bottles of water are the only beverages allowed in the pit. A lot of the subs walk around barefoot and we don't want them to risk being cut by any broken glass."
She looked down at her shoes. "Should I take these off?"
Taking her hand and leading her to the grand staircase, he smiled. "Usually I prefer subs to be barefoot but I love how sexy those killer heels make your legs look, so I want you to keep them on, unless they start to bother you." And yes, he was going to fuck her at some point while she was wearing nothing but those shoes.
He nodded at one of the security guards at the top of the stairs and pointed to Kristen's yellow bracelet before walking past the man. As the owners, Devon, Ian and Mitch were the only three people who didn't have key cards which needed to be checked before descending into the pit and Kristen's wristband indicated she wasn't allowed to participate in a scene.
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