Red Club Temptation

by Marie Tuhart

  She glanced up at the stage where the latest scene was being played out. Miss Peacock and her sub were there. Peacock always wore a peacock-feathered mask with her black leathers. Her sub was only wearing a pair of briefs. The crowd always loved her, and she enjoyed exhibiting her sub and sometimes herself. Tonight should prove interesting.

  ****

  Caleb kept his eye on Jessie as she watched the scene being played out. She’d been on this side of the club all weekend. He strode up to Evan. “Does the boss spend a lot of time on this side of the club?”

  “Not usually.” Evan had been a great source of information over the last few days. He’d found out Jessie wasn’t seeing anyone, the public and private areas had been her idea, and she never messed with anyone in the club. “Maybe she’s keeping her eye on you.”

  Caleb grinned, and Evan laughed.

  Then Caleb’s attention was caught by the sub crying out. Miss Peacock had her flogger out. Caleb frowned. He didn’t like the way the Domme handled her sub, pushing him around, causing him to fall to his knees. Even when she tied him up, she was rougher than what he expected to see in the public area.

  “Why don’t you take a quick break? You haven’t had one tonight,” Evan said.

  “Thanks. I’ll be close.” Caleb maneuvered around the patrons, making it look like he was headed for the employee area. When Jessie’s attention returned to the stage, he slipped around the perimeter of the room.

  He had a sneaking suspicion Jessie was looking for him, or should he say the man from the other night who dared to kiss her. He still remembered the softness of her mouth beneath his and the look of longing in her eyes before she dropped them, showing him her submission.

  His cock hardened. Sliding up behind her, he got close but not too close. He leaned forward. “Looking for me?” he whispered in her ear at the same time his hands came to her shoulders.

  She jumped but didn’t pull away.

  “Look at the scene,” he ordered as she began to turn her head to look at him. He wanted her attention on the scene where the Domme was flogging her sub, and to keep the mystery up for a little while longer.

  “You came back.” Her voice was soft.

  “Yes.” He let his nails trace the column of her neck and was rewarded when she shivered. “We didn’t get to finish the other night. Are you available?”

  “I am.” She stretched her neck. “Just not now. Later, after the crowd is gone.”

  “Are you sure about this?”

  She nodded.

  “Then look at me.” He turned her around. Her breasts strained against the dark red corset when she took a deep breath and tilted her head back.

  “Caleb?” Her mouth dropped open.

  “Yes, Jessie. It was me the other night.”

  She swore softly.

  “Naughty girl.” He’d been keeping his eye on the scene. He didn’t like the way Miss Peacock had roughly treated her sub earlier. Nothing too bad, but her sub was a little bit too subdued for Caleb’s liking.

  In a skin tight leather pants and a blood red bustier, Miss Peacock wielded a small whip with a popper at the end of it. Her nude sub was tied to a spanking bench on his knees, his balls and cock locked in a cage for everyone to see. The first few strikes with the whip the sub barely winced, but now he was grimacing with each one.

  The whip cracked several more times in quick hits. The sub trembled after the last hit. Subspace or something else.

  “Red.” The sub’s voice was loud and clear.

  Caleb’s head jerked, and several others in the audience let out a sigh. The male sub just safeworded out.

  “We’ll talk about this later.” Caleb dropped a kiss on Jessie’s lips. His hand went to his pocket, and he pressed the button.

  “How dare you?” the Domme’s furious voice boomed. Her cheeks blooming with color as she raised the whip. “How dare you safeword.”

  Oh shit, this was going to turn bad. Caleb stepped around Jessie and jumped up on the stage.

  The whip had already started its downward motion. He grabbed the Domme’s arm with all his strength and pushed her back a step.

  “Let go.” She struggled with him.

  “He safeworded. That’s it,” Caleb said, holding her tight.

  The Domme’s face grew redder. “Look, you’re new around here, so I’ll forgive you.”

  “Nothing to forgive,” Jessie said, stepping up onto the stage. “You’ve been warned before.”

  “He’s my sub. I’ll do what I want.”

  “Not in this club.” He stared down at her, trying to keep the fury out of his voice. No one should ignore the safeword. It wasn’t done. And apparently this wasn’t her first offense.

  “But… I…” Her gaze went from Jessie to her sub and back again. The whip fell from her hand, and she started to fall.

  Caleb grasped her around the waist.

  “Hand her off to Bert.” Jessie whispered in his ear.

  He nodded. He wasn’t surprised to see the other man or Jessie there on the stage. He’d pressed the one on his phone. Evan stood near just in case. Jessie moved over to the sub. Bert put his arm around the Domme’s shoulders, leading her off the stage.

  Caleb strode over to Jessie. She was untying the sub, talking to him softly. Caleb began untying him as well, trying not to notice when the sub flinched. Welts were already blooming on his back.

  “Caleb, get the lotion out of the basket for me?” Jessie requested in a soft voice.

  He nodded and found the bottle and brought it back to her. “Easy JT,” she whispered. “I’m going to rub lotion on your back. It will help.” Caleb watched her pour the lotion in her hands, rub them together, and then slowly rub it into the sub’s back.

  Not able to stand still, Caleb began to clean up what he could with the scene while Jessie worked with the sub. Her aftercare was fantastic. She may be a submissive, but her gentleness with the sub touched Caleb’s heart.

  After about twenty minutes, she helped the sub sit up and get to his feet. Caleb was by her side in an instant, just in case she needed him.

  “Thanks,” she whispered when he went to the opposite side of the sub. “JT, Caleb is going to help me take you back to one of the private rooms.”

  The sub inclined his blond head. She took his elbow, Caleb did the same, and they walked to the private rooms. Once inside, she urged JT onto the bed as Caleb moved to the door.

  “Just rest, JT, and don’t worry about a thing. I’ll be back to check on you later.” She brushed her hand over his head before meeting Caleb outside the room. She closed the door, posted the “do not disturb” sign, and let out a breath.

  “Is JT okay?” Caleb asked.

  “He will be.” She touched his arm. “You were quick to step in.” She wasn’t looking at him but over his shoulder.

  “Look at me, Jessie.”

  Her troubled gaze met his.

  “He’d called his safeword. No respecting Dominant continues after the word is uttered.”

  “One would hope,” she muttered, shaking her head. “Thank you. You crossed the room faster than I could have. She would have gotten another strike or two.” She shivered, and Caleb wondered if some man had abused her that way.

  His blood boiled at the thought. “It is the Dom’s responsibility to take care of their submissive, no matter what the situation.”

  Her eyes widened, and then her attention was taken away. Caleb glanced over his shoulder to see Ryan, one of the other DMs, motioning to them.

  “Let’s go talk to Ryan.” She strode across the room, and Caleb followed, enjoying the sway of her ass.

  “How did she take it?” she asked.

  “Not well.” Ryan’s gaze shot to Caleb. “She’s claiming Caleb interfered.”

  “B.S.,” Caleb said. “JT called his safeword. Hell, the entire room heard him. Besides, I thought the Doms weren’t allowed to push their sub’s limits in the public area.”

  “Agreed,” Ryan said. “Good job
, Caleb. But Madame Peacock might be a problem later.”

  “She broke the rules and more than once. She knew the consequences. She will not be allowed back into the club, and others will know of her transgression.”

  Caleb hid a smile. This woman was very dominating when it came to her business. Could Jessie be a switch? Everyone here at the club respected her and listened to her, but yet there was a submissive side to her. Jessie was one unique woman.

  “Will JT be okay?” Ryan asked.

  “Yes. His trust is broken, and he’s shaken. He’s in one of the private rooms. I can only soothe him so much. He needs time.”

  “He’ll find another Domme,” Caleb said.

  “True,” Ryan said. “Several women here have had eyes on him for a while.”

  “Trust will be an issue for a while.” Jessie slapped her hand against the wall. “Damn her.”

  “Easy, Jessie.” Ryan took her hand in his.

  Caleb stiffened. He didn’t like Ryan touching Jessie. He didn’t want any man touching her but him.

  “This isn’t supposed to happen. I don’t like seeing anyone hurt, especially a sub.”

  Caleb’s Dom meter went on full alert. Her body shook as she said the words. It wasn’t a good shiver, either, but one of revulsion.

  “I know.” Ryan rubbed her shoulder, and Caleb tensed more, fighting the urge to tear Jessie away from this man’s touch.

  “I’ll go clean the stage up so it can be reopened.” Jessie stepped away from Ryan, and Caleb was relieved.

  “Are you sure?” Ryan asked.

  “Yeah, you guys have enough to do. My mother never realized how popular a BDSM club would be.” She flashed a grin before sauntering off.

  “I’ll go help,” Caleb offered.

  “You’re a great addition to the group, Caleb,” Ryan said as Caleb made his way back into the public area.

  Before climbing the stage, he grabbed a disinfectant bottle and paper towels. Jessie was already wiping down the equipment. He started from the bottom while she worked on the top.

  They worked together in silence, and when they finished, she smiled at him. “Thanks.”

  “Anytime.”

  ****

  The next morning, Jessie rolled over and smacked her blaring alarm clock. She was not ready to get up, but she had to. Sleep hadn’t been easy last night, not after the incident with JT.

  JT had thanked her for her help last night, telling her he’d realized that Peacock wasn’t the right one for him and had told her he’d be back in a few days. Jessie had advised him to take his time; he’d find the right Domme or Dom when he was ready. JT gave her a sad smile before leaving.

  But nothing could stop Jessie’s own nightmares. There had been a time in her life when she had ignored her internal warning system and almost became a victim herself. Damn if she’d allow anyone to hurt a sub in her club. Subs were to be protected at all costs.

  With a groan, Jessie sat up. She hated how people abused power. Part of her wanted to beat Mistress Peacock for what she did, but Jessie knew she didn’t have it in her. Besides, the word was already out about the incident, and Mistress Peacock was going to have issues in acquiring another sub.

  Striding into the bathroom, Jessie turned on the shower and stripped out of her sleep wear before stepping under the spray. After washing her hair, she ran her hand over her breasts, pinching her nipples.

  Would Caleb have asked her to play if they hadn’t been interrupted last night? Did she want a Dominant like Caleb in her life? She wasn’t sure, but that didn’t stop her from fantasizing. A shiver swept up her body as she closed her eyes.

  In her fantasy, Caleb’s large hands cupped her shoulders before his fingers swept down her arms, leaving a path of fire. She pinched her nipples again, imagining they were his fingers. Her pussy moistened.

  Now he caressed her stomach to the top of her mound. Her feet slid apart as the warm water cascaded over her body. His fingers traced lightly around her pussy lips but not penetrating.

  Then he was kneeling, his lips caressing her navel before going lower. She cried out and lifted her leg, resting her foot on the built-in seat in the shower. His tongue swept over her pussy then finding her clit.

  Hands braced on her inner thighs as he widened her stance, his tongue playing with her clit. “Oh... God... Yes.”

  Jessie threw her head back as fingers penetrated her pussy. Her muscles tightened, and her breathing hitched. His tongue started flicking her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her wetness.

  Her stomach tightened, and coils of pleasure rolled though her veins. It wouldn’t be long now. Fingers and tongue continued to fuck her, hard and fast. Jessie couldn’t help but pump her hips until...her mouth opened, and she let out a cry as her orgasm flowed over her.

  Several minutes later, Jessie opened her eyes and lowered her leg. Her knees were weak, but they held her up. Her pussy tingled with her climax, and she really wished Caleb was here.

  With a sigh she flipped off the shower and stepped out. She had things to do today and fantasizing about Caleb wasn’t going to accomplish anything. Oh, but what a fantasy.

  And how likely would that happen in real life? After drying off, Jessie dressed and made her way downstairs to the club. She loved living above the club in this old factory as it made going to work so much easier. After making coffee in her office, she took a mug full to her desk and sat down. Payroll needed to be submitted.

  Three hours later, payroll was submitted. Jess was making notations on her log about last night and updating Mistress Peacock’s file. The phone rang, and she jumped.

  “The Red Club, how can I help you?”

  “Hey, Jessie. It’s Rusty.”

  She smiled. “Rusty, it’s great to hear from you. How are you?” She’d known Rusty for years. He was the first man to stand up to her mother and had shown her how to run a BDSM club. Too bad he was more interested in men. He’d have been a good match for her mother.

  “I’m good, baby girl. How is the club doing?”

  “Going strong, as always.”

  “Good. I heard you had a problem last night.”

  “Wow, good news travels fast.” She leaned back in her chair.

  “Yeah, well you know how the grapevine is and gossip of this kind spreads fast in the community. Peacock is a pain. She’s been thrown out of most clubs at one time or another. How is the sub doing?”

  “He’ll be fine. His trust is a bit broken, but I think he’ll bounce back.”

  “Good. So how is the new DM working out?”

  “So that’s the real reason for this call.” While she didn’t mind Rusty checking up on her, she wondered how well he knew Caleb.

  “Hey, I have to check up on my baby girl.”

  Jessie laughed. “Caleb is doing just fine. He’s the one who stopped Mistress Peacock.” She loved Rusty like a father, and there were times he acted like one.

  “Knew he was a good man.”

  “He is.” Jessie smiled. This was the opening she needed. “So tell me how you know Caleb?”

  “I don’t know him personally. Just through the clubs. His reputation is spotless, and everyone trusts him.”

  “I’m not surprised.” And she wasn’t. The Caleb she knew from high school was always striving for better grades, to do the best that he could, but he also had a temper.

  “And I understand he’s from Lobster Cove.”

  “Nothing gets by you. Yes, Caleb lived here, but he left right after he graduated high school.”

  “And did you know him?”

  “He was two years ahead of me. I remember the hard working young man who hung out with some of us younger kids, but that’s really about it.” She wasn’t going to mention they had shared some kisses or the rumors about him. Rumors of his dominance in bed, those she believed. The rumors about hurting a woman, those were not true, not based on what she knew about Caleb.

  “Does he remember you?”

  “Oh, yeah
.”

  “And you remember him?” Rusty gave a husky laugh.

  “I’m not discussing this with you, Rusty.” There were some things she just couldn’t discuss with him.

  “He’s got a fantastic reputation in the community, baby girl. He’d treat you right.”

  “Rusty,” she started, her cheeks heating.

  “Hey, I’ve known you since you were fourteen. Despite what your mother wanted, you are your own woman.”

  “My mother never understood who I was.”

  “Your mother was a Domme through and through. You, baby girl, are a submissive. She didn’t understand how you became one.”

  “No kidding.” Yet her mother was the one who had taken care of her when things went bad with a man she let dominate her. She’d never said a word about her choices.

  “Jessie, has something happened?” A note of concern crept into Rusty’s voice.

  Damn. Rusty was always able to pick up on her moods even through the darn phone lines. “I’m fine. Talking about Mom depresses me.”

  “She only wanted what was best for you.”

  “Mom wanted what was best for her, and the hell with anyone else.” Her mom’s iron will was what helped Jessie get over her ex. Her mom hadn’t let her wallow in what had happened, and had pushed Jessie to put it behind her.

  “So tell me, how is Club Chateau going?” Jessie asked.

  Rusty let out a gruff laugh, and Jessie slumped in her chair.

  “Changing the subject. Well, we’re doing good.”

  She listened to Rusty talk about his club and his new partner, but she couldn’t keep Caleb out of her mind. She trusted Rusty, and Rusty trusted Caleb. Maybe, just maybe, she’d get her chance to see what kind of Dom Caleb was.

  Chapter Three

  After a couple of nights at the Frenchman Bay Motel, Caleb moved to a small rental outside of town on a small street off of Pine Avenue. The cabin on the outskirts of town gave him the privacy he desired. Only a few minutes’ drive to work, so that was a plus.

  He dumped his bags in the one-bedroom cabin before he carried in the case of water he’d had in the car to the fridge. He was greeted by empty shelves as he put the water in. The kitchen wasn’t going to stock itself, time to go shopping.