The Gate (Dark Path Series)

by Grant, KT

  “Steve will escort you up to the room where one of my assistants will help you get ready. I’ll join you soon after.”

  “I’m so excited. I can’t wait to start!” The woman squealed, giving Catherine a hug.

  She awkwardly patted the woman’s back. She wasn’t used to a guest being affectionate unless they asked permission first. But since Mr. and Mrs. Rimini were regulars, and she’d helped them celebrate a previous anniversary, she was fine with the embrace.

  When Mrs. Rimini released her, Catherine shooed them away. “Go get ready. I’ll see you shortly.”

  Mr. Rimini grabbed his wife’s hand, and both followed Steve down the hall.

  Slouching against the wall, she wiped her forehead. Just ten o’clock and she was already wiped out. It had been a long week—first going over the billing with The Gate’s accountant and then Raymond’s unrelenting persistence regarding the future of their relationship. She’d been tempted to call Max, telling him she was under the weather, but since she had already called out sick a few weeks ago to recover from the intense beating and sexual torture her master had given her, she decided she didn’t have any excuse.

  “I need a long vacation,” she muttered. Walking down the hall, she entered the lounge area. Come the first of the year, I’m taking time off regardless of what Max wants. She needed a long break away from everything—especially Raymond. They’d talked the day before on the phone for over two hours. By the end, she’d been a quivering mess. Phone sex had never been so good. But it didn’t help her sleep. Every night she tossed and turned, so lonely. It wouldn’t have mattered if she’d been with the sexy Frenchman. He wasn’t much of a cuddler, and her teddy bear she’d kept since she was six years old didn’t give her the comfort like a male body spooning her while she slept.

  First, she would do a shot then she would change into her gear and give the Riminis the best anniversary present they’d ever experienced.

  She walked behind the bar and stopped. Bryan sat in what she considered “his spot”. Damn, he’s hot. The young man in his long sleeved, button-down gray shirt stared at her while she poured a shot of Patron. She downed the alcohol without any salt or lime, allowing the smooth burn to settle in her stomach. He didn’t look away once.

  Two women approached him, one whispering in his ear. He waved them away. Lifting his glass, he shook it.

  She pointed at herself and mouthed, “Me?”.

  Nodding, he mouthed back, “Yes” and smiled.

  He’s so cute. With a sigh, she walked over to him. “What’ll it be?” she asked without any greeting or other pleasantries.

  He pushed back his hair, his shirtsleeve sliding up his arm. Unless she examined closer, she couldn’t see his scarring—not that she was interested in analyzing his marred body part.

  “Good evening, Cathy. Rough night already?” He motioned to her shot.

  Setting the glass on the bar, she tucked her hands in the back pockets of her black leather pants. “It’s Catherine, not Cathy,” she corrected him. “I wanted something stronger other than soda or juice. I have to help out in one of the rooms. A married couple requested I join them in celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary.”

  “Can you tell me what’s going to happen behind the closed door, or do I guess?” The corners of his mouth tilted upward, causing a dimple to appear near his cheek. “Or is it against the rules to say?”

  His dimple was her undoing. She waited until a nearby group got their drinks from another bartender. Once they left, she leaned over the bar in front of him. He answered by moving in closer. When his hands landed on her arms, she stopped herself from flinching. Regardless, he broke into a huge grin, seeming to know how he affected her.

  “Unless someone is interested in buying a package, I won’t share what goes on in the rooms, especially on the third floor. They can rent a room with their partner or partners or buy the services from one of our instructors.”

  “The third floor has more intense playtime than what happens on the first and second floors?” His fingers circled her wrist.

  “Yes. We have twelve rooms on the third floor, three of which are rented out to people who are experts in their fields. The other nine rooms are open for anyone and cost the most. The couple I’ll be seeing in a few minutes paid me ten-thousand dollars each for ninety minutes.” She licked her dry lips, and not even thinking, took a sip of Bryan’s juice.

  His cheek touched hers, his mouth landing right under her ear. “What scene will you be playing out with them?” he asked in a hushed, yet enthusiastic voice.

  Extracting one of her hands, she toyed with his hair. It was as silky as she thought it would be. He let out a sigh, his breath rushing down the side of her throat and under the edge of her tube top, causing her nipples to throb. She rubbed her thighs together, finding her pussy damp and achy—perfect for what she had to do soon. For most sessions, she took a few minutes alone to masturbate or used some type of sex toy to prime herself for when she took on the dominant role. No need to now.

  “The husband wishes to be gagged and restrained to something called a St. Andrew’s Cross. His wife will be tied, spread eagle to a bed. I’ll torture both with various instruments at my disposal. I’ll beat and tease the husband mercilessly but won’t allow him to come. After I’ve pleasured his wife, then I’ll let him to come.”

  “And how will you let him come? I thought you don’t have sex with your…subs, is that what you call it?” he asked in a strained voice.

  Hmm, Junior must be excited. His firm grip as well as his tense shoulders and neck were good indications he was aroused.

  “The better term is submissive. I don’t have sex with the men. I’ll beat and whip them, and stroke their cocks, but I’ll never blow them, stick my tongue in their ass, or let them fuck me in any other orifice. The same goes with the women, but since I’ve known the couple for years, I’ll give the wife more than a tickle with a vibrator or a good fuck with one of my dildos.”

  “It sounds hot as hell. I’d love to watch.” He breathed heavily, his mouth flat on her cheek. “Or better yet, I want to purchase your services after you finish.”

  She brushed a strand of hair behind his ear. He shuddered and smiled. She patted his shoulder then untangled her hand from his. Grabbing her shot, she swallowed it.

  “So, what do you say?”

  She would say no but would play along. “What would you like me to do to you?”

  Fishing out an ice cube from his glass, he sucked on it and chewed loudly. “Tie me up, beat me then take my virginity. But it wouldn’t be just ninety minutes. I would want you for the entire night.”

  She squeezed the bridge of her nose. “I told you I don’t fuck the men here. There’s a good reason for—”

  “What if I paid you one hundred thousand for you to torture me and end it with you popping my cherry? Most guys my age dream for their first time to be with a smoking hot older babe.”

  She didn’t find it cute or charming to be asked to deflower him. The money he offered wasn’t worth it. He had no idea she didn’t just work over someone for the hell of it. She had her reasons, none of which she was willing to share with him.

  “Junior, I’m not a prostitute. I don’t have sex for money. Never have. You have no understanding of my position here or my skill as a dominatrix. I’m more of a therapist if anything. I even have a degree in psychology.”

  Flags of red spotted his cheeks. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

  She pressed her palm to his face while he studied the bar.

  “Look at me,” she said in a voice she used when she was in one of her roles. She snapped her fingers.

  He obeyed.

  She cupped his chin, tapping her thumb over the indent in the middle. “You think what we’re doing is just fun and games. I shouldn’t be surprised because of your age and how clueless you really are. It’s best if you go to some other club to learn how to—”

  His hand shot out, dragging hers up u
ntil he kissed her palm. Desperation lurked in his eyes. “I don’t want to go anywhere else. I belong here. I belong with you. Be my teacher. Introduce me your world. I-I can’t go anywhere else. I’m afraid I’ll break down and go back to…how I used to fill the empty void consuming me. Educate me. Please.”

  His fingers shook as he ran his mouth and tongue along her palm. She should have been disgusted by the pitiful display, but she sympathized. How could she not? She wasn’t that much of a heartless bitch. He’d been through so much in his life, and at such a young age. Bryan might put on a good show, an indifference others saw, but she understood his true nature. A storm had been brewing in him for years. All the pent up emotion needed to be released before he imploded. But was she the right one to help him break down, open himself up in a way that might destroy him in the process?

  “Okay, okay calm down.” She jerked her hand. He released her, and she glanced around. No one in the area seemed to have noticed anything strange, not even the guy sitting alone on a couch mesmerized by the couple dancing erotically behind the windowed panel over the bar.

  She checked her watch. Shit, she was going to be late. She crooked her finger at him. “Follow me.”

  He slid from the stool, excitement coming off of him in waves, and trailed her to the edge of the staircase. Poor kid thinks he’s going to get laid.

  Bryan was a tall one. He had a good six inches on her with long legs encased in some type of black slacks and a slim waist she was jealous of. Self-conscious from the way he stared at her like she was going to give him something precious, she twisted her belly button ring around.

  “Here’s the deal. We’re going to play a little game of endurance. If my couple permits it, I’ll allow you to sit in on the session. But there are rules. You must remain quiet. If you try to stop anything or join in, I’ll ban you from the club for life.” Her ears started ringing over what she was offering him. “If you can last the full ninety minutes without orgasming, I’ll do whatever you want, but at the price you offered earlier.” She held out her hand for him to shake. “Do we have a deal?”

  He tugged on his bottom lip with his teeth while he studied the floor. “I’ve watched all types of sex acts before and never came.” A rueful smile appeared. “But right after, I had to take care of myself. My orgasm was amazing.” He grasped her fingers, seeming to grow taller. The uncertainty surrounding him before vanished, cockiness taking its place.

  His handshake was warm, and she noticed how well her hand fit in his. Needing to be the one to end their shake, she released her grip, finding he all but bounced on his heels.

  She refused to laugh. This wasn’t the time for shits and giggles. His lesson started now.

  “Let’s go. I’ll tell you the rest of the rules. You must follow them to the very letter.” She took him by the arm, leading him up the stairs.

  ***

  He crossed his ankles, trying to stop his dick from twitching. Ever since Catherine told him he would watch a session, he’d been revved up. He was also nervous, about ready to piss his pants. All he needed to do was watch and make sure he didn’t come. He didn’t want to disappoint Cathy—that’s what he liked calling her, even though she didn’t want him to. Maybe one day soon when he became her submissive, she’d let him call her by that nickname. He had definite plans for them, one of which would have her riding him while she made him a man.

  His dick poked the inside of his thigh. He’d been plagued with a penis his doctor had told him was longer than most. He hoped she would appreciate that since the few girls he’d fooled around with had oo-ed and ah-ed when they blew him or jerked him off. Unlike those immature spoiled brats, they couldn’t compete with his Cathy, who was all woman and would train him how to please her. He now understood why he’d been blessed with such a large dick. It was for her to own and treasure.

  He rested his head on the wall, impatient for her to let him into the room.

  The door opened. He stepped away from the wall and stared, his heart jumping into his throat, cutting off his breath. Catherine wore an outfit that made him want to fall to his knees and kiss her feet.

  She was in head-to-toe leather from her killer stiletto boots, the same leather pants she had on earlier, up to her super tight vest with no shirt underneath. Her breasts were thrust up so high, part of her nipples peeked through the sides. Elbow length leather gloves covered her arms, and circling her neck was a silver pearl choker.

  He started to compliment her, but she clutched the front of his shirt and shoved him into the wall. Her palm dropped over his mouth. He inhaled the aroma of leather, musk, and sweat. It wasn’t offensive at all, but more like an aphrodisiac.

  “The game starts now. You do not speak. Just nod your head yes or no. You obey my every word. If I tell you at any point to leave the room, you leave with no questions asked. If you complain, you’re gone for good.”

  He nodded and tried licking his lips. Instead, he swiped his tongue across her gloved palm. He almost sighed from the taste. When she released him, he dug his fingers in his palms to stop from grabbing her and sticking his tongue into her mouth.

  “If I find out you told anyone what went on here, I’ll make you regret it. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” The word mistress swirled in his head.

  “Good. Let’s begin.” She opened the door.

  He followed her into the room. She closed the door behind him, pushing him into a metal chair. He got comfortable—as much as his happy dick would allow. Spreading his palms over his legs, he took stock of the room.

  A husky, broad man, who looked twenty years older than him, was bound on a cross-like structure. A red rubber ball had been stuffed in his mouth, held in place by a belt buckle. Clamps sheathed his nipples. His dick was covered in some constricting leather apparatus. He yanked on his cuffs, mumbling around the ball.

  Catherine strode over to the guy, slapping him in the face. Seizing him by the hair, she shook his head, whispering something to him. His eyes were wide, bright with dampness. Her hand went in between his legs and twisted. The man howled into his gag until she released him, disgust crossing her face.

  Bryan flinched along with his hardening cock. He dug his fingers into his thighs as he charted her movements. She went over to a queen-size bed where a woman lay bound and gagged.

  Catherine ran her finger across the woman’s face then trailed her nails over her chest, circling her nipples. She drew invisible lines down to her stomach then between her legs. Kneeling on the bed, she blew a kiss at the bound man just as her gloved finger disappeared inside the woman’s pussy.

  The woman arched, releasing a muffled cry. Catherine pumped her hand, slapping the woman’s hips, stomach, and chest with the other until red marks appeared. After a minute or so, she removed her hand, flashing her finger. It glistened, damp with a slight white coating. She licked her gloved digit clean.

  Bryan curled his fingers into his palms, his nails stabbing his skin. He wouldn’t lose control. He would make her proud, and then he’d collect his prize.

  Catherine approached a small cabinet, opening the doors. She flipped on the stereo. A booming combination of instruments played followed by a woman’s high-pitched singing. It sounded like some sort of opera, but since he didn’t listen to such boring music, he didn’t recognize the singer or the song.

  She pushed the door open wider. Hanging on the side were various whips and different types of canes. On the other side, a shelf displayed all types of instruments and toys. Grabbing a black flogger, she stalked to the center of the room, flicking the leather device high in the air.

  God, she’s gorgeous! His mouth pooled with saliva as she worked the whip. His cock throbbed, and his balls constricted. The familiar buildup of heat in his stomach traveled low in his gut, forcing him to inhale through his nose.

  She slashed the flogger across the man’s thighs, his navel. The edges snapped over his dick and balls. The man squealed in pain, sweat pouring down his face.

/>   Laughing, she shook her head. “Pussy.”

  She continued flogging him. Not once did she mark him above the waist but abused the flesh around his flanks and thighs.

  Bryan gritted his teeth, driving his nails deeper into his palms. But it didn’t help. He crossed his leg over his raging boner to stop his orgasm from building. As she abused the man, he expected blood to be drawn, but it never happened. Welts and bright red marks emerged.

  Pausing, she gripped the man by the back of his head, whispering something to him. He nodded, closing his eyes. His head dipped down, and his entire body bent forward as much as his bonds would allow. She stared at the woman on the bed while she twisted the clamps on the man’s nipples. When he cried out in pain, the lady struggled on the bed.

  Catherine laughed again. “This is the beginning of your punishment. Just wait until you see what else I have in store for you two.”

  Returning to the cabinet, she coated the flogger’s handle in what looked like lubricant. She then stalked behind her male captive.

  She met Bryan’s eyes, showing no reaction as she smacked the guy’s ass cheeks and spread them apart.

  Bryan almost jumped up from his seat, squirming as she stuck the handle in the man’s asshole. The man rocked on it, clenching his ass cheeks. Catherine slapped the back of his head, telling him to behave or she would break out the Tear Jerker.

  He didn’t know what the fuck a Tear Jerker was. He almost looked away as the man was plugged with the instrument. His own ass clenched as if he was the one tied up being punished.

  His cock leaked more fluid, so he cupped himself. Shit, he had at least another hour to go.

  When she seemed satisfied with the man bending forward and staring at the floor, she returned to the cabinet, taking out a flesh colored dildo.

  The music swelled louder, a chorus of voices filling the room. Did she plan it that way? When they finally came together, their heavy breathing and moaning would be enough noise for him.