To Serve Is Divine

by Hargrave, R. E.

  The sight made Erin vibrate with longing.

  Erin gravitated toward the open bar on the left side of the room when she decided a little liquid courage might do her good; help relax her nerves. According to the website submissives were allowed one drink at the bar. The wristband would be hole-punched when the drink had been collected. Sirs and Ma’ams were not allowed alcoholic beverages on the premises for the safety of the submissives. Another reason she’d chosen the club. Drinking and playing could prove to be a bad combination; Erin could attest to that from personal experience.

  Following protocol with a lowered gaze, Erin didn’t see the man with the spiky, blue hair that had stepped in front of her until she bumped into him.

  “Oof!” She caught herself, and glanced up into steely eyes in a childlike face – complete with pimples – which made Erin wonder if he was even old enough to be in there. “Sorry, Sir. This girl was not watching where she was going,” Erin offered, and was surprised by how easy – how right – the old habits felt.

  “No worries, beautiful,” he leered at her. “But how about you come with me to a private room and show me how sorry you are?” He did that disgusting tongue-in-cheek motion, paired with a distracting eye twitch, and Erin had to fight a laugh at his attempt at a pickup.

  She noticed the yellow band and wondered if he’d be invited back anytime soon.

  “Thank you for the offer, Sir,” she said while her gaze returned to the floor, “but this girl wishes to decline.” She side-stepped around him and kept walking toward the bar, hearing him holler after her, “Just ask for Master Dominick if you change your mind!”

  “Isn’t he just dreamy?” came the scratchy voice of the bartender when Erin stepped up to the length of high-glossed, polished wood.

  With a cursory glance up and down the bar, Erin noticed there were O-rings mounted along it every three feet. Their purpose made clear by the blonde who stood at her Dom’s side with a length of chain descending from her neck that tethered to one of the rings.

  “Too bad employees aren’t allowed to date the clientele,” the bartender sighed and leaned into her hand propping her elbow on the counter top.

  “Uh, yeah, too bad,” Erin replied, pulling her gaze from the way the blonde’s Dom fondled her breasts with an absentminded touch while he was deep in discussion with the leather-clad man standing in front of him.

  “So —”

  The scratchy voice didn’t match the perky, grinning girl behind the bar.

  “Welcome to D and D! I’m Natalie Brown – Natty to the regulars. What can I getcha tonight?”

  “A glass of ice wine, please.” Erin requested. “If I have a one drink limit, I might as well make it a good one!” She laughed.

  “I like the way you think, sweetie,” Natalie rasped.

  If Erin had to guess, her money would be that the girl was a heavy smoker. Natalie’s short, brunette curls bounced while she bobbed her head along to the music and poured Erin’s wine after retrieving the bottle from the chiller.

  Erin gave her thanks after her wristband had been punched, took the glass, and walked over to the edge of the dance floor where she found an open spot next to a column to lean against. From her position, she could take her time looking around – and get in a much needed arm brush over her breasts. She was going to need to think about finding the restroom before too much longer and taking off the nipple clamps.

  The theme of the club’s décor was evident by its name. Cinder blocks made up the walls while the floor was a mixture of sealed concrete slabs and reclaimed hardwoods – dark and rich with age. Like with the bar, O-rings could be seen in random places: table edges, the floor, and the walls. Some had submissives attached. The furniture she could see: wide chairs, benches, stools, and tables – were all covered with leather and finished with bold rivet work.

  Human-sized birdcages hung from the ceiling. The one nearest to Erin had a blindfolded man strapped in with steel manacles. His humiliation being furthered by the contraption affixed to his balls. They were purple and swollen much like his cock, which betrayed him. He loved the situation he was in.

  The deep-bass, erotic rhythm of Sadeness was just fading to a close over the speakers. Erin closed her eyes wanting to just feel the room and the atmosphere. She wanted to soak it in and get high off the arousal tainting the air around her.

  Erin began swaying side-to-side while listening to the primal grunts that trickled out of the dark recesses of the room. Another song came on changing the tempo to something faster, encouraging her to put more movement in her shoulders and hips. The silky fabric of her designer, red dress slid across her unencumbered breasts, dragging over the clamps, and creating a relieving tug as the blood flowed back to her peaks. Red jewels pinched her nipples while a connecting gold-chain draped across her low-cut neckline, giving the appearance of being part of the dress.

  It had been almost a year since Erin’s nipples had endured any kind of pain so they were extra sensitive and needy. She’d worked herself up to the point of stifling a low, private moan when a warm hand wrapped around her empty one and began lifting it. Her eyes shot open while lips brushed across her knuckles.

  The mystery man from outside.

  He took the almost full wine glass from her hand and set it on the tray of a passing waiter.

  His rich, commanding voice floated around Erin and she was done for.

  “Follow me, slut. I want to see you come.”

  “As you wish, Sir.”

  ~~~Chapter 2~~~

  Jayden’s on the Prowl

  He almost didn’t come tonight considering he hadn’t had any luck in the last three months. The class of women that were now showing up to these ‘open door’ nights were nothing more than scatter-brained girls who thought they wanted a little slap and tickle – one-nighters. Fuck that shit. Jayden needed a woman with some pain tolerance. One that found true pleasure in the pain that he could inflict.

  He had Samantha to help fulfill his need to dominate, but her pain threshold wasn’t at the level he would like. Her role was that of a fill-in submissive – nothing else. For this reason, he never brought Samantha to his home. In fact, it was because of her that he’d had the playroom off of his office constructed. Even within his secret lifestyle, Jayden liked to have options. Variety was the spice of life and all that.

  At the final hour after a long, stressful week in which Samantha had been on vacation, he’d decided what the hell and thrown on a casual outfit: his favorite loose, low-slung jeans and a tight-fitting, crème-colored Henley with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The crème was a striking contrast against his bronze-hued skin and brown eyes – he knew this, and that it defined his physique quite well. What was the point of spending hours in the gym if you weren’t going to show off the results? Jayden finished the outfit with his well-worn, oxblood red Doc Martin boots.

  His chauffeur-cum-right-hand man drove him to the club in companionable silence. Letting himself out of the car, Jayden informed Micah he’d text when he was ready to head home.

  “Yes, Sir.” Micah nodded, and his frosted brown locks fell into his blue eyes before he pulled away from the curb and back into traffic.

  Turning around, Jayden took in the line of women waiting to get in. Was it possible that one of them could be what he was looking for? He sighed when he realized they all seemed to be in groups of two or three.

  Well, shit, Jayden thought. This was going to be another wasted evening. The serious ones never came in groups. Since he was already there, Jayden figured he might as well go in and enjoy the music, and say hello to some of the members.

  He was nearing the doors when Jayden felt the air buzzing. He glanced around trying to find what was calling to him. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary except the lone woman with the deep, red hair pulled into a high ponytail. She wore a long, black dress coat with black, leather stilettos on her feet. He could tell she had a petite frame in spite of the coat. Jayden was intrigued by the mere fa
ct that she wasn’t letting everything hang out like the wannabes in line.

  She glanced at her watch and sighed. Was she squirming too?

  Hm, he wondered. Had she been in line long?

  Jayden resumed his stride to the front of the line blocking out the whispering, noticing the stares, and pointing fingers. He just wanted to get inside where he knew for sure who shared the lifestyle with him, and who didn’t, as opposed to the gaggle of women who were eyeballing him like a piece of meat. A slow grin spread on his face when he imagined how they would react to this particular piece of meat biting back. Hard.

  Stopping to say, “Hello” to Warren, Jayden was about to go inside when he felt it again – that buzzing, like fingers reaching out and tickling the fine hairs on the back of his neck. He glanced back to find the woman in black looking straight at him. Her face was beautiful in its clean simplicity, and he was having trouble looking away.

  She must have realized Jayden had caught her staring at him because she soon lowered her eyes to the ground. Her submissive reaction delighted him.

  Ding, ding, ding, I think we might have a winner!

  He leaned into Warren. “Hey, my man. Do me a favor, and escort the lady in the black coat to the front of the line. I think I’d like to meet her,” Jayden said, slipping a hefty tip into his hand and nodding toward the red head.

  “You got it, Sir!” Warren replied and unclipped the barrier for Jayden to pass.

  Jayden entered, nodding at Angelique while complimenting her new scarf. He took the green wristband she held out to him and pushed it onto his wrist.

  “Have a good evening, Jayden,” she purred.

  “I think I just might, Angelique.” His answer was distracted, his thoughts hanging on the enigmatic girl outside.

  Jayden hurried into the inner chamber and positioned himself off to the side of the doors – in the shadows. He wanted to be able to watch the girl for a while before he approached her. There was also the matter of her wristband. He needed to see it. If the band wasn’t purple there would be no point. Jayden wasn’t interested in a submissive with no training. He didn’t have the time or the energy to dedicate to a green sub.

  About ten minutes later the door opened, and he heard Angelique’s, “Pleasant dreams, Catherine.” He whispered the name and found that it rested on his tongue with ease and made his pulse quicken.

  When Catherine came through the door with a careful step, the air rushed out of Jayden. She stopped when the door closed behind her and threw her into darkness until her eyes adjusted. He could tell she was taking in the room, much like he was taking her in.

  Catherine’s crimson dress stopped mid-thigh. The back opened all the way down to the dip in her spine just before her ass began to curve out declaring a lack of lingerie. The flesh was unmarked and flawless allowing him to envision how it would look flushed and perspiring under his attentions.

  She turned toward the bar and was now facing Jayden. The front of the dress also dipped quite low. What little top there was had been held in place by thin spaghetti straps. The fabric hung in a seductive drape over her curves. He could tell her breasts were tight and firm. They sat high despite her bra-less state.

  Jayden let out a low hiss when he noticed the gold chain lying across her cleavage. His gut told him she’d meant for it to look a part of the dress, but his experienced eye could tell that it was behind the fabric, and from its location, he hoped what he was envisioning was true.

  Jayden’s cock hardened at the possibility that this woman had clamped herself. He let his eyes sweep over her wrists, and grinned. There it was: the purple band.

  He was about to step out of the shadows when she started walking forward. While he watched, she made her way toward the bar. When that idiot that called himself a Dom – Dominick Poles – stepped in front of her, Jayden almost lost his shit.

  She is mine, asshole, his mind screamed in silence.

  He shifted his feet, moving closer so he could hear what they were saying. Jayden caught the end of Dominick’s words, something about “Show me how sorry you are,” followed by an immature gesture with his mouth.

  The exchange angered Jayden, and he knew he would be speaking to the management about Mr. Poles’s ability to return to the club. He was on the selection board, and he knew, without a doubt, that he would be voting against Mr. Poles being granted membership.

  Jayden again fought the impulse to step in on her behalf. He was impressed by the way the entrancing woman was respectful and tactful while she put Dominick in his place by declining and stepping around him. He chuckled at the perplexed look on the wayward Dom’s face when she left him standing there.

  Jayden’s eyes continued to follow her until she reached the bar, and the flirtatious Natalie. He watched in amusement while Catherine handled herself with dignity and collected what appeared to be a glass of ice wine.

  Interesting choice, he thought, sweet but powerful.

  Jayden’s eyes trailed her careful movements while she made her way to the edge of the dance floor with her wine in hand. The fuck-me heels she wore forced her into a slinky sway that couldn’t be ignored while she glided across the room, and Jayden’s cock punched at his jeans again.

  The music changed to one of his favorite songs, and Catherine began dancing in place.

  That was his undoing. Jayden had to have this woman – here, tonight.

  He stepped in front of her and was surprised to find her eyes closed while her body moved pendulum-like to the music. Extending his arm, he took Catherine’s empty hand in his, raised it to his lips, and then grazed her knuckles with light kisses.

  Her eyes flew open mesmerizing Jayden by their emerald color. Even in the dark of the room, he could tell how vibrant they were. He imagined that in full light they would be distracting in the extreme, in addition to making him question the usual desire he had to blindfold his subs.

  Before she could drop her wine glass, he removed it and set it on the tray of a passing waiter. Her lips parted in a slight gasp when Jayden leaned in and whispered the first words that came to mind with his tone taking on an automatic controlling tenor.

  He had to wait, but a moment later, he was rewarded with her breathy, “As you wish, Sir.”

  Those first words from her mouth hit Jayden like a wrecking ball causing him to look her over with a closer eye. The accent, the skin tone complete with a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, even the stereotypical red hair and green eyes left no doubt in his mind that she bore an Irish heritage. This aroused and intrigued Jayden — so did the uncharacteristic way that he wanted to keep hold of her hand.

  Wanting to test her claim of being trained, he convinced himself to release her hand and turned to walk toward the far side of the dance floor. When he reached the hall that led to the private rooms, Jayden paused and glanced over his left shoulder. She was about two feet back with her gaze lowered. Perfect.

  They proceeded down the hall until they reached the door to Jayden’s favorite room. He nodded at Steven, the attendant on duty, and collected the key to the room once he’d scrawled his name on the sign-in sheet. Jayden stepped in and to the right after unlocking the door.

  Catherine followed and proceeded to the middle of the room before stopping. She dropped to her knees and placed her hands palms up on her thighs. Her gaze stayed down the whole time. Shutting and locking the door, he hung the key on the hook installed for that reason, and then turned to her with a smile.

  Jayden took his time letting his practiced eyes peruse her form. Her posture was straight and sure. The width of her stance and placement of her hands were exact. Her breathing was steady. There was no question in his mind; she’d been trained.

  The Dom kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt off before walking over and kneeling behind her. Pushing her long ponytail off her back and over her shoulder, he leaned in and placed a kiss on her shoulder.

  “Hello, Catherine,” he purred into her ear.

 
She tensed a bit. Surprised that he knew her name?

  He slipped one of her shoes off and set it to the side. Kissing her neck from behind, he whispered, “You may call me Sir for tonight,” and then removed her other shoe.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  Jayden continued leaving soft kisses across her shoulder blades while slipping the straps to her dress off one at a time. The straps caught on her upper arms preventing the dress from freeing her tits and placing her in a state of loose bondage. He pressed his chest to her back so he could reach over her and drag his nails from her collarbone down over the curves of her breasts catching and pushing the dress material free.

  His dick hardened more than it had in months as he confirmed that she was indeed wearing nipple clamps. Jayden groaned.

  The small gasp that fell from her lips delighted him when he gave a gentle pull on the chain. “Tell me, Catherine. What are your hard limits?”

  Some submissives had a very long list of hard limits. If they were compatible with Jayden that list was much shorter. Jayden wanted to jump in and play right then, with no more formalities hindering his ravaging of Catherine. This woman had his heart beating and his cock throbbing like a horny schoolboy. However, he knew that he needed some basic information before that could happen. If tonight went well, he would invite her to meet with him to do a full disclosure interview of her past experiences, limits, health history, and contract review.

  He released the chain so that she could focus on her answer.

  She exhaled a ragged breath and began. “Canes, blood play, bestiality, golden showers, and scat play,” she stated, then added in a softer tone, “and extreme pain, Sir.”

  Jayden waited for Catherine to continue. After a minute of silence from her, shock overtook him, then elation that her limits were the same as his – except for the canes. Perhaps with time, he would be able to open her mind to them more thorough knowledge and training.