Redemption Part Three

by Kate Benson

  “Adam, I…” I manage, biting my lip to stifle the emotions radiating through me. “I don’t really know what to say.”

  “You have a choice of wearing it or not,” he offers, surprising me further. “I promised not to bind you to anything you’re not ready for and I meant that.”

  “I’m ready,” I reply, reaching up to kiss his jaw and silently savoring in the feel of him sliding a ring onto my finger. I glance down at it, teary-eyed. “Thank you for giving it to me.”

  “Thank you for trusting me, for giving me you,” he whispers, wiping the stray tear from my cheek as he offers me a wider, matching band. “Would you like to do the honors, little one?”

  I glance down at my palm, my heart clenching as I read the word Daddy inside and give him a subtle nod, meeting his eyes.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Chapter Two

  Adam

  As we pull up to the main entrance, I glance over to find her looking up at the unassuming building before she turns to face me.

  “This is it?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine in disbelief and taking in my nod. “Are you sure?”

  “Yes,” I smirk. “Why? Is it not what you imagined?”

  “Well, no. Not really,” she shrugs, glancing back out the window before facing me. “It’s just a regular building.”

  “What were you expecting?”

  “I don’t know,” she admits. “Not this.”

  “Did you think there would be whips on the marquee?” I wink. “Maybe a few strippers out front?”

  “Actually, yes. That’s exactly what I expected,” she admits, pulling a deep chuckle from my chest as I take in her expression. “What? Okay, maybe not the strippers, but how do people find it if they don’t have any discernible markings?”

  “I’m not sure they’re worried about advertising to the masses, kitten,” I argue before I step out and walk around to her side, helping her out as she continues to look around, taking my hand as I give the valet driver a quick nod of thanks.

  “Well, maybe,” she shrugs, meeting my eyes before she shakes her head. “I mean, it’s terrible marketing, but I guess I see your point.”

  “Well, if you’d like to offer them some pointers, I can probably get you a card,” I tease as I lead her toward the entrance, the light stain of blush on her cheeks almost invisible in the darkness. “I’d like to have a look around first though if that’s alright.”

  “I’m sorry,” she starts, giggling quietly at her own reaction. “Sometimes it’s hard to shut that part of my brain off, you know?”

  “Yes,” I nod, smiling down at her. “Yes, I do know, but try to for now. That’s not where your mind should be while you’re with me. Especially not here.”

  Isabella

  “Do you remember your etiquette, Bella? Are you clear on how you are to behave tonight?”

  As his hazel eyes bore into mine, flashes of the conversation we’d had in my apartment that first night a month ago and most days since pop into my mind.

  “So, you have my consent,” I whispered, meeting his eyes. “What’s next? Do I have to sign a contract or something?”

  “No, darling. That’s something more commonly done in movies and books, not something often done in reality. It’s certainly not something I’ll ask of you,” he replied, the amusement dancing in his eyes not lost on me. “I’m confident you and I are in a place where we can go over the rules and rely on the honor system.”

  “Okay,” I blushed slightly, making him smirk to himself. “So, what are the rules?”

  “We’ve already gone over a few of them. Honesty, loyalty, complete submission, total ownership… you know all of those. You will obviously continue to treat me with respect in all things. As far as the rest of my expectations go, they’re quite simple. Many you’ll be perfecting over the course of your basic training, but I’d like to go over the more pressing ones immediately,” he admitted, holding my eyes. “I think I’ve been fairly clear on my expectations of your monogamy, but just so we’re clear, I’ll say it again. You are mine. Each and every inch of you, including your pleasure, now belongs to me. Exclusively. Completely. No other hands are to touch you, not even your own.”

  “What?” I’d blurted in shock, almost missing the subtle smirk before he quickly concealed it. “I’m not allowed to masturbate?”

  “Not without my permission.”

  I stared back at him, blinking back at him for a moment as I considered his seemingly ridiculous demand, my mouth moving slightly a few times to speak before I finally reclaimed my voice.

  “Are you serious?” I balked, this time his expression showing his amusement more easily as he nodded his assurance. “Wait a minute,” I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “How would you even know?”

  “The same way I know when you do it now, kitten,” he winked, a broad smirk covering his lips when my jaw drops slightly, cheeks blazing. I’m about to call him out, tell him I don’t believe him when his voice cuts me off. “If you’d told me you needed attention this afternoon, I would have been more than happy to tend to you myself before your nap, Bella.”

  My face froze, my cheeks somehow managing to blaze even hotter even as I felt the color drain from my face.

  “You were…” I stammered. “You were on the phone.”

  “I remember,” he winked. “From now on, you’ll come to me,” he ordered, pulling a nod from me before continuing. “As my submissive, you are an extension of me and will be expected to dress and present yourself in ways that I find appealing. You will also limit the use of my first name.”

  “You don’t want me to call you Adam anymore?”

  “I’ll allow it occasionally, certainly in situations where it’s expected socially, but while we’re alone, it should become secondary to my titles as your Dom.”

  “Okay, well what am I supposed to call you then?”

  “You may address me as Sir or Daddy.”

  “Daddy?” I asked, my face morphing before I can stop it, pulling a raised brow from him. “I’m sorry. I really don’t mean any offense, but I don’t think I can call you that.”

  “Why is that?”

  “The only person I’ve ever called Daddy is my father,” I’d confessed. “And age play is going to be a hard pass for me.”

  “It has nothing to do with age play, Bella. That’s not something that holds any appeal to me, either. It’s just a word, a term of affection used for someone you care for. It’s meaning can take on multiple meanings, same as most,” he explained. “You wouldn’t love a child or friend in the same ways you love your mate, yet you use the same words, even affectionate terms in some cases, to express those feelings.”

  I contemplated his words, the truth in them undeniable and honestly something I’d never considered.

  “Well, I guess I see your point. I’ve never really thought about it like that.”

  “I don’t want to become your father and I have no interest in treating my lover like a child in or out of my bed,” he promised. “While of course, becoming your Dom will have some very slight similarities,” he allowed, making my eye narrow. “I’ll provide for you, consider your well-being, guide, nourish and discipline you when necessary, but I can assure you that’s not what it’s about, Bella. Not at all.”

  “Okay, fair enough. Although…” I replied with a shrug. “I think I can say with confidence I won’t be calling you Daddy.”

  “Hmm,” he smirked. “We’ll see.”

  I nod, withholding my amusement at the memory and how drastically we both had changed. “Yes, Sir. I remember.”

  “Good girl,” he replies, taking my coat.

  I glance down at the dress he’d chosen, the fabric hugging my freshly waxed thighs as I admire the pedicure he’d sent me for this afternoon. My nerves are swimming in my ch
est, but the sound of his deep voice speaking to me softly washes it away.

  “Eyes on me,” he reminds. “Once we walk through these doors, I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I whisper, his eyes dancing for a moment in silent approval before he leans forward and gently presses his lips to my forehead.

  He lingers there for a moment before pulling away just slightly, his palm still resting on the back of my neck.

  “Do you have any questions?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Do you know your safe word?”

  I nod. “My safe word is red.”

  “You will not leave my sight. You will not be spoken to directly without my consent and if someone does speak to you, you are not to answer without my permission. If you have a question or wish to speak to me, you’ll do so quietly so that only I can hear you. Any violation, no matter how slight, will result in punishment. Believe me, darling. This is that last place you want to endure a punishment,” he warns, making me swallow hard. “Am I understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl.”

  He releases my neck, his hand slipping into mine as he turns to lead me inside. I hesitate, pulling his eyes back to find me stuck in the same spot, eyes trained on the ominous door ahead that I know is about to change everything.

  “What is it?”

  “You’re not…” I trail off, moving my eyes to his. “You’re not going to leave me alone while we’re in there, are you?”

  “Of course not,” he promises immediately. “Not even for a second.”

  “Okay,” I nod, relaxing slightly.

  “Don’t be nervous. I won’t ever let any harm come to you,” he whispers, bending to give me a gentle kiss as he tugs my hand and leads me forward, positioning me just slightly behind him before glancing over his shoulder, meeting my eyes. “Come, Bella.”

  As we step through the massive doors, I can’t stop the hitch in my breath.

  Unlike the exterior of the building, the inside is lavish, decadent, draped in extravagance and overstated lust. Despite the dozens of perfectly placed chandeliers decorating the high, vaulted ceilings, the mostly white room holds a low, blue glow. In the center of the main floor, there’s a massive bar surrounded by dozens of people, mostly couples. Adam leads me further inside and I take the opportunity to look around, surprised that apart from the occasional topless woman, you can barely even tell by the main floor that we’re in a high-end sex club.

  One glance to each side of the room changes that.

  Along the left wall is a long row of glass, cell-like rooms no larger than small elevators, each holding a captive wearing nothing more than a collar. I watch as one of the doors is unlocked and the woman inside steps out. She gives her liberator access to her neck, the leather leash he’s holding snapping in place immediately before he yanks her roughly behind him.

  “What are those?” I ask, my voice low as I stare in curiosity before my eyes turn to find him looking back at me.

  “Slaves, kitten.”

  He’d told me about the distinct types of submission, so I know they’re there by their own choice or that of their masters, but I can’t deny that my own naivety has me swallowing hard.

  “And those?” I ask as I look to the right and find small groups of people gathered around tall windows, some of them drinking and talking, others fucking in plain view.

  “The public side of the viewing rooms. The private rooms are down the hallways, some for viewing, some for scenes,” he explains. “Quiet down, princess. Come with me.”

  The nerves only compounding in my belly make me silently hope he leads me to the bar, but he doesn’t. Instead, he steps passed the area altogether, never giving it a second glance. I notice a cocktail waitress to our left bent in half and using her body as a table for her tray, men groping her freely making me follow him closer as he leads me toward a small, roped off area with another set of security.

  “Good evening, sir,” the bouncer-type greets him as he unhooks the velvet rope and steps aside. “Welcome to Fetish.”

  “Thank you,” Adam replies quietly, slipping a bill into his hand and giving him a polite nod. “Make sure we aren’t disturbed for any reason.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  The small area holds six high-backed booths, all but one of them occupied, but relatively private compared to the rest of the club. We move toward the last booth on the left, Adam ushering me inside the small opening.

  Inside, the booths are heavily padded, a small table on one end holding ice, glasses, Adam’s favorite scotch and a bottle of wine, presumably for me. I come to a stop once I’m inside and he steps close, his front pressing against my back. His lips press gently to my neck, soothing me.

  “Sit, little one,” he commands gently, watching me comply before moving toward the table. He pours me a glass, nodding when I thank him before reaching for his own. “Drink.”

  The vibration of the bass taps against my back as I drain the wine quickly. When he turns to face me, he smirks and takes the glass.

  “Would you like another?”

  “Yes, please,” I admit, watching him fill it before my cheeks redden as I take it from him. “Thank you.”

  “Go slow with that one,” he orders gently, taking a seat beside me and sipping from his scotch. He reaches over and sweeps my hair away from my face, tucking it behind my ear. “You need to relax, baby. We’ll start slow tonight.” I push a deep breath out, steadying myself before I sip from my glass once more. A moment passes, but beneath his touch, I find the calm I search for. “There’s my good girl,” he whispers, taking my glass and setting it to the side before reaching for the zipper on the back of my dress. “Stand,” he commands. “Take this off.”

  I immediately rise to my feet, turning to face him as I stand between his legs, my gaze never slipping from his. I reach behind me, finishing what’s left of the zipper and sliding the dress down my body, dropping it to the floor.

  I step out of the fabric, forgetting it instantly as I move forward, the warmth radiating from him as I come to a stop between his knees soothing me. His eyes trail over me for a moment before finally, raising back to hold mine.

  “Is that how we treat our things?” he asks, relaxing slightly against the booth. “Do we just toss them onto the floor?”

  “No, Sir,” I shake my head, my breathing finally evening out as his eyes hold mine as he sips from his glass.

  “Turn around. Bend over and pick it up.”

  I bend to retrieve it, the slow burn of his eyes on me making me lightheaded in all the right ways. I straighten, taking the two steps to the other end of the couch and fold it neatly over the arm, glancing over my shoulder to find his eyes already on mine. He releases a low hum at the black bra, panties and stockings I’m wearing before he crooks his finger, gesturing for me to return to him, my knees brushing against the edge of his seat when I stand between his legs once more. He holds my eyes as he rubs the lace between my thighs, finding it damp. His lips quirk up slightly on either side, his fingers moving to the edge of my panties.

  “Good girl,” he husks, teasing me before his palm slides low on my hip before he sweeps it over my ass, stroking my skin. He uses his foot to tap on my ankle and I instinctively widen my stance, straddling his knee. He does the same to the other and in another move, I’m hovering over his lap, legs spread. He holds my gaze for a moment, the unsteady shake of anticipation moving through my chest pulling an almost silent hum of approval from his. His hand slides forward to the waist of my panties, tugging me close enough that I can feel his hot breath low on my belly. “Sit,” he commands low and immediately, I lower, the feel of his cock pressing against me making me ache to touch him. Instead, I remember my training and rest my hands flat on my thighs, his approval silent but obvious as he
sets his glass to the side. He gathers my hair at the nape of my neck, brushing it away from my face before his palms slowly slide down my back, his touch making me melt further into him. “Arms up,” he husks. I place my palms on his shoulders and his hands slide over the globes of my ass, kneading my flesh as his hips slowly begin to move, stealing my breath. “There’s my girl,” he croons low against my jaw, the nip of his teeth making me shudder slightly as he moves down my throat. “Relax, baby. It’s just us.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I breathe, my head instinctually tilting back, his low hum vibrating through me as I slowly begin to grind against him.

  “That’s it, princess,” he mewls, slowly working his way back up until his hazel eyes find mine, heavy with need. “Take off my belt.”

  I glance down in my haze to unfasten the leather, his eyes on me as I maneuver it from the clasp and finally, pull it from his waist. I carefully fold it in half, presenting it between us in my palms as he’d taught me. He takes it from me as he takes another sip before finally reaching for me once more, the ice between his teeth as he slides it across my collarbone making me shiver. He grips my wrists in his, positioning them behind my back before I purr at the now familiar sensation of his belt binding them, his gentle but sudden tug arching my back.

  He moves down my front, the ice leaving a chill over my skin before he makes it to my breast, covering it with his mouth. He holds my eyes as he sucks my nipple through the lace, my mouth falling open as he bites it with gentle force. His palm moves back up my side, his tongue swiping over the afflicted spot as he gives the other a sharp smack, making me stifle a whimper.

  “Very good,” he croons, moving his lips slowly up my front and lapping at my skin as he finds my mouth. He swivels his hips, grinding painfully slow against the drenched lace between my thighs and my body, my pleasure, my thoughts… they all belong to him. I’m under his spell, desperate as he teases me with the tip of his tongue. “I think you’re ready, princess,” he hums before he roughly grabs the back of my knees and stands, lifting me. “Let’s go play.”