“What?”
“How did you know she did that?”
“Lucky guess. I have friends who’d do that sort of thing. So did you do the same?”
A short span of silence passed between them. “No. I haven’t really been with anyone since.”
“Not even dates?”
“Not really. One or two dinner dates but not to the club,” he said in a subdued tone. “I kind of know what I’m looking for.”
“Oh. Well maybe you should take me to the club then. You can show me off a little and I can satiate my curiosity. I bet I’m younger and prettier than she is,” Amy gave him her most brilliant flirtatious smile.
He smiled back at her then said in a very sexy baritone, “That you are. Just don’t get too big for your britches or I’ll have to take you across my knee.”
A rush of excitement ran through her. The thought of being draped over his knee and his hand smacking her ass made her tremble. Her panties were immediately moist. “Yeah, well, if I was in a relationship with a guy and we agreed it was exclusive, it would be. I’m ferociously loyal. Women like that give women a bad name,” she said with some venom. She was feeling very protective toward him right now - as silly as that sounded. It only reinforced what she already knew. She liked Eric a lot and even her initial shock and chagrin at being caged nude wasn’t enough to make her not want to be with him. Not to mention she had to admit that being caged really turned her on.
They ate and continued talking, taking the conversation back to books and movies and their favorite hiking and camping spots. Once they’d finished dinner and found themselves back in the car Eric turned to her. “So do you really want to go check out the club?”
She felt her chest tighten, but she wanted to go, if for no other reason to help Eric get back at his ex. “Yes, but only to observe and check it out, right?”
“Yes.”
“Am I dressed appropriately?” she asked carefully, looking down at her nice jeans, the black V-neck blouse and a pretty pair of strappy black leather sandals with a wedge heel. She’d even given herself a pedicure and manicure with a deep maroon polish in anticipation of their date that wasn’t really a date. Oh who was she kidding, it was a date.
He let out a laugh. “Personally I like short skirts, but yeah, for someone who isn’t participating you’re dressed fine.”
Making a mental note that he liked short skirts she asked, “Any protocol I should observe?”
“I’m glad you asked,” he said in a suddenly serious way. “Don’t look anyone in the eye. It’s bad form for a sub to look at a Dom. Also, don’t talk to anyone unless I say it’s okay. Stay with me at all times, and if anyone touches you or talks to you without my permission you need to let me know. That’s not allowed.”
“So possessiveness is encouraged?” That seemed really strange to her.
“Well, you have to remember that most people are there to play. For singles, it’s fine because the subs and Doms both know what they’re there for. But you just want to observe. So by pretending to be mine, you stave off Doms looking for subs and you also keep at bay people who want a play partner. There are also some inexperienced Doms who think any sub they talk to or who talks to them should immediately call them Sir or Master and bend to their will. But there are also dungeon monitors who are there for everyone’s safety. If for any reason we get separated and you don’t know what to do, find one of the guys wearing the red arm band and tell them you’re with me and that we got separated and they’ll get you back to me safe and sound.”
She took in the information. “I am going to need a drink. Maybe a glass of wine.”
“I’ll make sure that’s the first thing you get,” he assured her.
They drove in silence, the anticipation building. It seemed to take forever. She noticed Eric glancing over at her every few minutes. When they pulled into the parking lot there were a few people milling about. “You really want to go in?”
Drawing in a deep breath she looked at the neon sign that announced to all that this place was called The Black Lily. “Yes,” she whispered.
They got out of the car and she stepped up next to Eric, who took her hand into his. “Just hold my hand. You must be really freaked out, you’re trembling.”
“Just nervous,” she admitted.
“Well, take a few deep breaths,” he said, carefully leading her across the parking lot to the front door. There were two huge guys standing guard there.
“Eric!” the bald guy greeted. He looked Amy up and down. “Nice to see you back, man.”
“You saw me earlier this week,” Eric told him.
“No man,” he nodded toward Amy. “Back.”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Oh by the by, buddy, Emily’s here,” he called after them as they passed over the threshold into the darkness beyond.
Amy felt Eric’s hand tighten around hers. “Ow,” she whispered.
He loosened his grip and gently pulled her close to him as they made their way past the ticket window with a nod to the woman behind the glass, down a hallway, and into the club beyond. “Sorry, just tensed up,” he whispered in her ear.
Amy’s mind raced. So the ex, Emily, was there. She wondered if he’d point her out. It would be fucked up for her to ask so she didn’t. Just then her thoughts subsided and she focused on what was going on around her. To say people dressed the part was an understatement. The forward part of the bar was just that, a bar. But a lot of women were dressed scantily and they even passed a man wearing nothing but a G-string. There were large round metal cages next to the walls. A few them were occupied by women wearing ball gags and with their hands bound behind their backs. A cold terror ran through her and she clutched at Eric.
He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze and they sat down at one of the tables. Leaning into her he whispered into her ear. “Don’t worry. No one is going to do anything to you here.” For a moment he pressed his lips into her hair and breathed in deeply.
She held his hand and kept her eyes downcast.
“What can I get for you, Sir?”
“A glass of Chardonnay for the lady and I’ll have a Guinness. Thanks, Mel. Tell Brian to make the glass of wine a big one. Long day,” Eric said. He took his hand from Amy’s and draped his arm over her shoulders, pulling her to him.
Needing something to hang onto, she put her left hand on his thigh and her right hand on his chest.
“Be careful,” he whispered.
“Why,” she asked.
“I don’t know how long I can handle being this close to you,” he said in a low growl.
That’s when she realized his cock was straining in his black jeans only a few inches from her hand. It was so tempting to slide her hand up to feel it through the thick fabric. She refrained, pressing her thighs together to stop the tingling sensation between them. Pulling away from him, she made herself comfortable on the bar table stool and leaned on the table.
Two men approached the table. She only glanced at them, didn’t make eye contact, and looked at her hands.
“Hey Eric. You going into the back tonight?” the shorter man with black hair graying at the temples asked. He was wearing a red arm band.
Eric shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Depends if Amy is feeling adventurous enough to check it out.”
The taller guy with blond hair cropped short said, “First timer?”
She noticed he was wearing one of the red arm bands, too. She wondered why they weren’t in the dungeon monitoring.
Eric nodded and ran his hand down her back. “Just checking things out. Relaxing after a long day.”
“Well, we’re on break, but maybe we’ll see you guys in the back later.” With that, both men moved through the crowd, past the bar into a door that said Employees Only.
“That was Peter and Lance, a few of the Dungeon monitors,” he told her. Then he sucked air between his teeth. “And here comes Mistress Kali.”
Amy made an audible gasp and threw a hand
up to her mouth to cover it.
“Eric, darling!” She strode up wearing a pair of black latex pants, patent leather heels, and a latex top that again, gave her ample cleavage. “What is her name again?”
Eric smiled at her. “Amy.”
“I thought she was just your shop girl, but now I see you just didn’t want to share your sub,” Kali said with a mock pout.
Just then the bar maid showed up with their drinks. Eric immediately handed the glass of wine to Amy. “It’s okay to take a few big swigs of that,” he told her, then turned to Kali. “Umm, yeah. So how are you?”
“I’m here with Alexa and Dan who are at the bar getting me a drink. Is Emily here tonight?” She lifted a manicured eyebrow with a coy smile.
“I heard she was, but I haven’t seen her and I really don’t care. Amy and I just stopped by for a drink and if she feels up to it, we might go take a seat in the back for a few minutes just so she can look around.” Eric said simply.
Kali looked Amy and Eric up and down a few times and shook her head. “Well, we’re not doing any scenes tonight, but we are going watch Master Robert and Amanda. They’re doing a Shibari demonstration on stage four in half an hour.”
Amy felt her eyes go wide. They scheduled demonstrations? She choked back a surprised laugh and took a gulp of the wine. Keeping her eyes downcast, she took a deep breath.
Continuing Kali said, “Definitely come back and sit at our table. We’ll save two seats for you.” Then she regarded Amy with a bright smile and leaned into Eric. She whispered something then she winked at him and headed toward the bar where a man and woman stood waiting for her.
Amy took another swig of the wine noticing Eric’s expression seemed tenser than before. She’d insisted they come and now she was regretting it. “I’m sorry, maybe this wasn’t a good idea.”
“No,” he protested. “Sorry, Kali just told me about something she overheard and it pissed me off. We really should go back and watch. Master Robert and his sub Amanda put on a great demonstration and Amanda always wears a bathing suit so... They don’t do full nudity in their scenes.”
“Oh,” Amy said, taking another gulp of the wine and realizing she’d drained the glass. “I think that would be okay.”
“Good.” He took the empty wine glass and handed it to the bar maid who had magically appeared with another glass of wine. Then he set the full glass of wine in front of her. “Let’s go sit now so we don’t have to try to navigate a huge crowd.”
Taking their drinks he led the way, Amy hurrying along behind him, hanging onto the back of his jeans.
The back of the club was dimly lit by a few wall sconces and small lamps that hung over the tables. At the edges of the room, inset into the walls, were stages, presumably where the demonstrations took place. She hung onto Eric's belt loop and followed him through the crowd, careful not to look anyone in the eye. She certainly didn't want to call attention to herself. Finally, Eric stopped at a table right in front of what looked to be the main stage. Sitting there was Mistress Kali and her entourage.
She gave Eric another flashy smile. It was obvious, by Amy's estimation, that Kali was interested in him and it put her stomach in knots. She didn't want to share Eric, especially with a woman like Kali. Eric pulled out a chair to the right for Amy and ushered her into it. He took the chair to her left, creating a barrier between her and Kali for which she was thankful. Then he rested his arm over her shoulders, looking around the room as if to ward off anyone who might have been looking at Amy in that way. She didn't say anything, just opened her senses to the cacophony of voices. It almost sounded like the buzzing of bees. She felt Eric squeeze her shoulder, causing a flood of sensation through her.
Eric leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "You can relax at any time, Amy. I promise I won't let anything happen to you."
Sucking in a deep breath she nodded and whispered back, "Okay."
Then Eric did something that sent shots of pleasure through her. He gently kissed her ear. Her nipples went hard and she let out a tiny gasp. He didn't remove his hand from her shoulder. Instead, he leaned back and starting chatting casually with Kali and her male escort about cars. Amy couldn't get into it. She was entirely too mesmerized by the club. The lights, the people, the stages. Eric’s large hand protectively on her at all times.
"Two o'clock. I guess you're safe to approach now?" Kali said, nodding her head to the side.
Eric turned his head toward the direction Kali indicated and audibly groaned, "Great."
Amy couldn't help but give him a questioning look.
She didn't have to wait long to find out what was up because Kali said in a mocking tone, "Emily, dear, how brave of you to approach a table of Doms when you are most certainly not welcome."
"I apologize for intruding, Mistress. I was only hoping to speak with Master Eric," came a soft voice from behind Amy.
Amy resisted the temptation to turn and look at the intruder. Emily. The ex-girlfriend.
"You and I have nothing to discuss, Emily," Eric said in a flat, cool voice.
But she persisted. "Can we speak in private, Master Eric? Just for a few minutes?"
Amy felt eyes on her, but she still didn't dare turn around. Being at the club was awkward enough. She hadn’t actually expected Eric’s ex-girlfriend would approach them.
Kali seemed to notice this. She didn't hold back how she really felt. "Well Eric, you might as well. I'll keep your current girlfriend occupied while you deal with the ex."
"I'm sorry about this. I'll be right back," he said.
Amy slowly turned her head to see Eric leave the table, the scrawny brunette dressed in a latex mini leading the way. She completely dropped the protocol. "What the hell was that?"
Letting out a laugh, Kali leaned toward her. "Now that she sees you have him, she wants him back. That's what that is. Despite all this,” she motioned toward the room around them, “that little girl had Eric wrapped around her little finger from day one. She's a manipulative beast and were she mine..."
"You would have put her over a spanking bench and given her a good flogging until her ass had welts?" Amy finished.
Laughter resounded around the table.
"That and more, perhaps something more severe," Kali said with a wink.
Amy felt herself blush a little and she took a gulp of her wine.
"And who is this enchanting creature?" a male voice boomed from behind her.
"That's Eric's sub, Amy, and he won't share, so don't ask," Kali said flatly. "So how are you today, Thomas?"
Thomas answered, "Fine," and then he and Kali's voices went distant. Amy no longer heard them. She wanted Eric to come back. Was Emily begging him to take her back? What could that woman possibly want with him? They were over - they had been for over a year according to Eric. Eric promised not to leave her and yet he had, even though Mistress Kali was proving to be a good deterrent to any Doms looking at Amy as if she were fresh meat.
"What did I miss?" Amy look up so quickly something pulled in her neck. It wasn't Eric standing there; it was Brad who had replaced the Dom named Thomas. For some reason it seemed really strange seeing him here even though she knew he was involved with the club, too.
"We're waiting for the Shibari demonstration and Eric is dealing with Emily," Kali told him and gave Amy another wink.
Brad took Eric's chair and sat down. "You alright?" he asked Amy.
She nodded. "I'm fine. I've got wine."
With a laugh he leaned over to Kali and asked her something.
Kali shrugged. "I don't know, probably begging him to take her back. Fascinating how she only saw fit to do that the first time she catches Eric with someone else. She's a skanky bitch."
He asked her something else.
Kali shook her head then asked Amy, "She didn't say anything to you, did she?"
Amy shook her head. "Nope."
"Well here he comes, I guess we'll find out?" Brad said.
Eric let out a sigh a
nd shook his head as he approached the table. Instead of asking Brad to move he took the chair on Amy's right. "Sorry about that," he told her.
She shrugged, not wanting to let him know how much she hated that he'd left her to go talk to his ex. But she wasn't going to hold it against him. It was what it was and he likely would have had to deal with Emily sooner or later. That was the thing with ex's. Especially if things were left unresolved. She mused that she'd probably have to deal with her own ex-drama eventually. She shoved the thought of Paul out of her mind.
"So what did the bitch want?" Kali asked. She was certainly blunt.
"Wanted me to give her another chance," Eric said with a clenched jaw. "I explained to her that the only reason she wanted another chance was because I was with another woman and had moved on and she couldn't deal with that."
"And?" Brad asked.
"Then I told her no, that I was with someone else, and I suggested she move on, too. Though honestly I thought she had since she’s been here every other week with a new guy." A sly smile crossed his lips.
Brad and Kali laughed. Amy didn't.
Eric took her hands into his and caught her gaze. "Don't worry, I'm totally over her."
Smiling Amy said, "I know." Though she wasn't completely sure. "Where's the ladies room?"
Kali jumped up. "I'll go with you."
Eric lifted an eyebrow.
"What? I already know she's off limits and I'll keep all the Doms off of her." With a flourish, Kali stepped around the chairs and headed toward the toilets, Amy right behind her.
Looking into the mirror with the garish overhead fluorescents, Amy thought she looked a bit exhausted. She re-applied some face powder and fixed her hair and lip gloss. She was so involved in wanting to look good for Eric she didn't notice the small brunette come up behind her, trailed by an equally petite redhead.
"So you're the woman who thinks she's going to take Eric from me?" the brunette asked.
Amy turned around, realizing Kali was probably still in one of the stalls. She figured she should probably point out the obvious. "Umm, I didn’t know you were part of the equation in me and Eric’s relationship until tonight. Besides, I heard you stepped out on him so if you don't have him anymore it's your own fault."
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