“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now let’s try this again.”
Once she was back up in the chair, he looked at her with what appeared to be concern in his eyes. “Myka, please don’t make me do that again tonight because if you do, it will be much worse than what you just got.”
His tone of voice and the way he looked at her touched her heart. She understood where he was coming from. He was the owner and a Master at Intrigue. He would have to make an example out of her if she broke any rules or didn’t comply. Myka decided that for tonight, she would do her best to be respectful, follow all the rules, and to not embarrass or provoke him in front of anyone. She nodded her head at Blake, letting him know that she understood exactly what he was telling her.
He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a black leather collar with studded rhinestones. “You will wear this anytime you’re at the club. Do not take it off. Now, for the rules—you do not speak to anyone unless you are spoken to. If a Master approaches you do not look them in the eyes unless they give you permission. They will not touch you or ask you to play because you are mine, and I will not give them permission to do so. When we are observing a scene, that is all you do. You do not interrupt them or talk to them. You will only go where I tell you to go, but most of the time you will be by my side. Are we clear on the rules?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Very good. Now let’s put your collar on so we can go.” Blake put the collar around her neck, making sure it wasn’t too tight. “I know I’ve given you a lot of information to absorb and think about, Myka, but I do want you to try and relax and enjoy yourself.” He took Myka by the hand and led her out to the truck. He watched with a smile as she tried to get in without raising her skirt up any further than it already was. When she was unsuccessful, he stepped forward, picked her up, and gently placed her in the seat.
After he began to drive, he placed his hand on her knee, moving his thumb back and forth. She could see he was more relaxed now. This was her Blake. She wasn’t sure if she was going to like Master Blake or not, but she sure hoped so.
As they drove into the crowded parking lot, Blake pulled into his reserved space and got out. He turned to help Myka out, setting her firmly on the ground. He then tapped her on the nose with his finger and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re mine, little one.”
They entered into the side door as they had done earlier in the day. When Blake opened his office door, leading out into the lobby and bar area, Myka could not believe how many people were there. She immediately felt at ease and no longer self-conscious. She saw people with clothing and without. All shapes and sizes. Blake continued to hold her hand as they walked, and he took her over to the bar so she could be introduced to the bartender. “Myka, this is Master Kip. Master Kip, this is my precious sub, Myka. She needs a Diet Coke and rum, please.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Myka. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight,” Master Kip replied.
Myka looked at Blake before she spoke and, after he gave her a nod, said, “Thank you, Sir.”
As they walked away from the bar, Blake whispered in her ear “That was beautiful, little one. I’m very proud of you. Master Kip is a good man, and I wanted you to meet him so you would be familiar with him. If for whatever reason I may not be around, you go to him and he will take care of you.”
She nodded her head as they walked through the double doors. All the rooms that were quiet and dark earlier were now lit brightly, with people doing scenes in each one. The smell of leather and sex filled the air. Music played over the sound system in the background. Blake put his arm possessively around her waist as they made their rounds.
Several people came up to talk to Blake, so she silently watched what was going on around her as he took care of business and mingled with guests. She noticed that he made sure all his staff were aware of who she was. She wasn’t sure what he told them exactly, but every time he would talk to someone, they’d both look back at her, and then the staff would nod.
They continued to walk, and as they passed by the X-cross room, Myka saw there was a man strapped to the cross, and he was moaning as his Mistress used the bridle crop on his naked body. In the next room, a woman who was restrained over a bench was being fucked by one man, while sucking the cock of another. The man fucking her was slapping her ass, and she was groaning like she wanted more. Myka had never seen so much sex at once. She felt her pussy twitch when she saw a sub over her Dom’s lap getting spanked by a paddle on her bare bottom.
She was surprised when Blake immediately looked down at her and raised his brow. It was like he had a damn pussy monitor on her and could tell anytime she was even just slightly aroused. She looked away as she blushed, but not before seeing that knowing look in his eyes and the slight grin forming on his lips.
Myka continued to look as they walked around. She saw a man licking his Mistress’s boots clean, and he seemed to be enjoying himself in the process. Then a woman walked by dressed like a little girl, holding her “Daddy’s” hand. There was such a diversity that it was hard to take in and process all at once.
When Blake had told her she was coming to the club that night, she hadn’t realized he’d be working. She wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t think about it, considering he was the owner and ran the place. She could see he took his job seriously and that everyone respected him. Most everyone had a smile for him as he walked by. That’s good, I guess.
The next room they went to was the doctor’s office. Myka’s pussy twitched again when she heard the “doctor” tell his patient he was going to probe her ass with his special instrument. She could see the man’s cock erect under his white coat, and she knew the woman was in for a big surprise. Myka jumped when Blake put his arm around her from behind and kissed the side of her neck. “And what do we have here?” he asked seductively. “I can see how hard your nipples are, little one. Now, why don’t you spread your legs for me, so I can check your pussy.”
“No! I mean—Master, no please!”
“Now, Myka, or I’ll make you do it in front of everyone.” She spread her legs as far as her tight skirt would allow. “Let me help you,” he said, pulling her skirt up so she was now completely exposed. “Wider.”
“Oh, God,” she whimpered as she leaned back against him, closed her eyes, and spread her legs further apart. She felt his finger slide effortlessly into her wet hole, telling him everything he already knew.
He then took his finger out and sucked the juices off with his mouth. “Very nice,” he said, grinning. He then pulled her skirt down and patted her bottom. “You’re doing well, Myka. I am very pleased.” She relaxed at his words. She wanted him to be proud of her and pleased with her behavior.
A staff dressed in red came up and whispered in Blake’s ear. Blake looked down at Myka and had a serious look on his face. “I’ve got to go take care of something, sweetheart. Do you think you’ll be okay if I leave you alone for just a few minutes?” She nodded her head, and he continued. “I want you to sit right over here and finish your drink. Don’t leave this spot, do you hear me?”
She nodded again. When he continued to stare at her, she added “Yes, Master.” She then watched him hurry off in the other direction. She immediately felt alone and nervous without him by her side. She was sitting by those big, foreboding, red doors that led to the dungeon, so that didn’t help matters any. Myka just tried to sit quietly and watch without being seen. Two different men started to approach her, but continued on when they saw Blake’s collar. A naked woman with clamps on her nipples and a collar was crawling on the floor like a dog. She was being led by her Master with a leash. How humiliating. She then became mesmerized by a scene where the man was pouring hot wax on the woman’s naked breasts. Damn, that’s gotta hurt.
She jumped when the big red doors opened, and she saw briefly inside. She saw a woman who was chained up and being beaten by a man with a whip. He was calling her degrading names, and Myka thoug
ht how cruel and horrid he looked. There is no way in hell, Blake Lawson. Once the doors shut, she tried to think about something else, but all her mind kept going to was that poor woman. Blake’s words chimed in as well. These are consenting adults, and as long as no one is using their safe word we are respectful of that. Blah, blah, freaking blah.
The doors were opened again as someone entered, but this time they didn’t close completely. She saw the woman still getting the shit beat out of her, and Myka looked down, trying not to cry. When she heard “Red,” her heart almost stopped. He was still hitting her. I did hear “Red” I think. What should I do? There was so much talking and noise around her, she wasn’t absolutely sure. Blake had told her not to interrupt a scene. Oh, God, what am I supposed to do? Just as Myka was trying to talk herself into believing she really didn’t hear it, she heard it again, but this time only faintly. She was sure this time. Where are all the fucking monitors? Blake said people would come. She had seen several staff head in the same direction as Blake did earlier. God, please don’t let me be wrong. Myka got up and looked through the red doors. She could see the woman wasn’t doing well. She immediately yanked the doors wide open and started screaming as loudly as she could, “Red! She said ‘Red’—somebody help her!”
Before the words were barely out of her mouth, she saw men running from every direction, but not before the man in the dungeon threw the whip down and went up to Myka. “You fucking little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are interfering in my scene?” He raised his hand to slap her, but not before she saw an arm come forward to stop him. Blake.
“If you ever touch her, it’ll be the last time you touch anybody.” Blake’s grip was so strong that he forced the man down to his knees in front of Myka. “Apologize.”
“I–I’m sorry, but she interrupted my scene! You need to handle her a little better!”
“And you need to stop talking.” Blake motioned for two very large men to come over. “Get him out of here. Wait for me at the front.”
Two other staff were helping the woman, who looked really tired and maybe in shock. “Callie, honey, did you use your safe word?” Blake asked gently.
“Y–Yes,” she whispered.
Blake told the two staff to take Callie and Myka into his office and to get Callie a blanket and water. Myka watched Blake going to the front as she was being escorted to his office. Before they entered the office, she saw Blake talking to the staff and then heard him tell the man he was banned from the club and would be blackballed at any others. Myka shuddered when she thought of how cruel that man was.
In the office, she sat down in one of the chairs, not saying a word. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and knew they’d be coming soon. She looked at the woman Blake had called “Callie” as she shook under her blanket. As soon as Blake walked in, he went over to Callie to see how she was doing. He then picked her up and sat her in his lap. Myka looked down, knowing the woman needed comfort, but angry that it was Blake doing the comforting. When one of his staff came back with some water, Blake told him to go find Master Kip.
Myka could feel the jealousy searing through her body as Blake put his arms around Callie and began rocking her back and forth. He told Callie he was going to call Doc Bailey, but Callie insisted she’d be fine in just a little while. Blake gently informed her that she was going to see Doc anyway, just to make sure that she wasn’t hurt anywhere, and Callie nodded in agreement. He apologized to her for no one showing up when she used her safe word and assured her the staff responsible was going to be terminated immediately.
The door to Blake’s office opened, and Master Kip came in. Blake explained what happened and asked him to give Callie some one-on-one time and to make sure she saw Doc when he arrived. “C’mon, honey,” Master Kip said gently as he picked Callie up. “Let’s go find a nice quiet spot, okay?” Callie wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. Before they went out, though, Callie looked over at Myka, smiled, and said “thank you.” Myka nodded her head and smiled in return.
Once they left the room, Blake went over to Myka and put her in his lap. She laid her head on his chest and began to cry. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I should’ve never have left you alone like that.” She didn’t say a word, just allowed her tears to flow freely. She wasn’t only crying for Callie, but for herself as well. She would never be able to live in Blake’s world—not like he wanted her to anyway. She was going to have to tell him good-bye, and it was breaking her heart.
When she finally stopped crying, Blake said, “I need you to talk to me, honey. Tell me what you’re thinking.” She sat there, unresponsive. This time, he spoke a little louder. “Myka, answer me.”
“Don’t ‘Myka’ me, Blake! Let me go!” she said angrily, trying to get up, but to no avail. “I said let me go!” she screamed, hitting at his arms.
“I’m not letting you go until you talk to me,” he replied calmly.
“You know what—fuck you! I’m calling Kim, and I’m going back to stay with her! And, I don’t think you’re going to like what I have to say to you anyway, so, let. Me. Go!”
“I’m not letting you go, Myka. You have to tell me what you’re thinking.”
Myka continued to sit, determined not to speak. “Do I need to help you?”
“Fuck you.”
“Well, I do appreciate the invitation, but that’ll have to wait until after we talk. You’re obviously angry with me, so let’s start there, shall we?”
“You left me out there all alone, and you promised that when someone used their safe word people would come—and nobody came, Blake! All I keep seeing in my mind is that sick, sadistic bastard beating the hell out of Callie over and over, and I never want to see something like that again!” Blake began to try and rock her, but she couldn’t relax and had started to cry again.
“There’s still more you need to tell me, Myka.”
“No there’s not.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know there’s something else bothering you, so out with it.”
She looked down at her hands and started to play with the hem of her leather skirt. She knew she was wrong for feeling it, but she told him. “You held her and you rocked her.”
“So it upset you that I was taking care of Callie. Myka, she needed me to do that for her. She had just been through a traumatic experience, and she needed some comfort.”
“I know!” she cried, feeling like a horrible person when he had put it that way.
“You also know that you’re the reason I handed her off to Master Kip, right?”
Myka sat there quietly for a few moments. “I talked to you like you told me to and told you how I felt, so will you please let me go now?”
“I’m not letting you leave, Myka—not like this. You’re going to spend another night with me, and then if you want to go back to Kim’s tomorrow, then I’ll call Caleb and Logan myself.”
Myka was drained from crying and numb emotionally. She just wanted to get away from the club. “Can we please go now? I don’t want to stay here any longer.”
“Give me five minutes. I need to go check in on Callie, and then I’ll take you home, okay?”
Myka nodded and sat there silently as he walked out of his office. If she had her own car, she would have left without him.
They were both silent on the way home, but she knew it wasn’t the end of their discussion. She didn’t want to talk, though. She just wanted to sleep. Once they got there, Blake carried her inside and put her on the sofa. He fixed her a drink and handed it to her before fixing himself one as well. This was going to be a long night.
* * * *
Blake wanted more than anything to hold her and rock her so he could make all the bad things go away, but he knew he had to approach her carefully. “Myka, will you listen to me, please?” Myka nodded, not looking up. “I’m so sorry that our night didn’t turn out like we wanted it to. I was hoping it would be fun and exciting for you, but obviously it wasn’t. I
know you’re upset right now, and you have every right to be, but I want you to know that I’m not everything in that club. Yes, I’m a Dom, and I want a submissive, but just because there are rules at the club doesn’t mean we have to have those same rules to live by. A D/s relationship is just like any other. You agree on what you want and go on from there. I have never met a woman that touched my heart the way you do, Myka. I’m trying really hard not to react in my typical ‘Dom’ manner, but I have to say that tying you up and not letting you leave until you see things my way is very tempting right now. But, this isn’t about me—it’s about you. I’m just asking that you not walk away without giving us a chance first.”
Blake had never had to ask a woman to give him a chance before. This, too, was new to him, and he hoped like hell he had handled it the right way. He took her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it gently. “Please talk to me, Myka.”
* * * *
Myka inhaled sharply when he kissed her hand—she could feel the electricity coursing through her body from his touch. She had listened to every word he said and definitely noticed the fact that he was using ‘please.’ He also asked her rather than told her. How could she not give him another chance? She looked up into his eyes, seeing the genuine honesty and concern. “Blake, I know that what happened tonight wasn’t your fault,” she said softly. “You tried to make it good, and that asshole ruined it. It was just really overwhelming, and I was afraid I was going to do something wrong. I heard what you said to me, and I believe you are truly sincere. If we can really talk about how this is going to work, then I would like to try.”
Blake sat their glasses on the table and stood, pulling her up against his chest. She could feel his muscles against her breasts, and she closed her eyes as he bent down to kiss her. “Thank you,” he said, leading her into the bedroom. Myka could feel the butterflies in her stomach as he undressed her and laid her on the bed. She was slightly disappointed when he didn’t restrain her. He made love to her, yes. It was great, yes. He was giving her what she wanted, yes—no. Dammit, I’m so confused! I liked it when I couldn’t move. I liked it when he took control. How in the hell is he supposed to know what I want when I don’t even know myself? You just need to sleep on in it, Myka. You can talk with him about it later. She let out a sigh when he put his arm around her waist, and she snuggled up against his body, gently dozing off in his arms.
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