Chapter 9
Isaac
The thrum of excitement is pulsing through the club as the pounding of the bass makes everything come alive with the need to sway to the beat. The lights flicker in time with the sultry music, and the women hanging from the swings in the center of the room and dancing in the cages on the stage sway their hips and flip their hair, their hands traveling along their bodies seductively.
Strips of their hair are decorated with a glow-in-the-dark paint in different neon colors. The dining hall is no longer a restaurant. The tables have been removed, and the dance floor and up lighting have created what’s needed for the themed night. And this side of the club is dark.
It’s meant to allow for some particular kinks tonight. Voyeurism being clearly evident.
Several couples are on the dance floor, and although at first it may seem that they’re grinding in beat to the music and dancing like the others, they aren’t. A woman on the outskirts of the crowd has her lips parted as her Dom thrusts from behind her. Her dress is only slightly raised in front, but I can see that it’s lifted from behind. A rough laugh rises up my chest as he pumps in time with the music, holding her small frame to him. Her eyes are glazed over, and her neck is turned to the side.
This room is alive with sin.
The four women swinging from the ceiling are tempting the men below. They don’t work for the club. Neither do the women in the cages. They’re simply Submissives who are enjoying the clublike atmosphere. Nights like tonight provide the women a little more room to be free spirited, so long as their Dominants allow it.
I’m not on duty tonight. Nonetheless, my eyes scan the room. I’m just waiting for her. For my kitten. I have a small bag with a pure white simple silk dress, the straps made of thin gold chains. I brought a toy for her too that I’m eager to attach to her. It's a thin gold chain that matches the dress. It’ll wrap around her neck, but it’s more of a necklace, and very lightweight, so it's comfortable. The best feature is the long chain that will fall between her breasts and under the dress with a clip that secures around her clit. It’s not tight, not painful, but a simple tug will elicit a spike of pleasure through her body. I intend to use it as a training mechanism for her tonight. I have my list of rules and requirements. One being she must wear this in place of a collar.
It’s a fair compromise. I don’t know what I’ll do if she denies me this request. I want her, but I need her submission. Her complete submission. Both for her benefit, and for mine.
“I’m assuming you collared her?” A deep voice from my right grabs my attention. Joe Levi. It pisses me off. Not because he’s out of line for asking, but because I have to answer that I didn’t.
“She’s not ready,” I answer easily, as though I’m not in the least upset by the fact.
“Oh?” he says, and his eyebrows raise and I can tell he’s genuinely surprised.
“She’s mine.” I don't care if she doesn’t have a collar. He had better not go near her.
“Understood,” he responds easily. “I have no intention of encroaching…” He takes a sip of whiskey from the short glass in his hand before adding, “so long as she shows no desire for me.”
My eyes narrow, and I take the man in. His crisp suit is fitted perfectly to him. His broad shoulders mean it’s custom. The man has an air of darkness around him, and it doesn’t help that I know he’s a crook. He’s associated with bad men, with criminals. I have no fucking clue why he’s even in here. Of course he’s masked. We all are. But no one here is a fool, and it’s obvious to one another who most of the men here are. There are only a few I’m not privy to knowing. Joshua and Madam Lynn are fully aware all the patrons though. Beyond them, some of the masked men are a mystery, even to me.
But there is no mystery to Joe Levi. His name has been headlined in the paper, and by some dumb luck he’s never been convicted of any of the crimes he's been accused of.
The lights bounce around the room, glinting off his mask as he turns to walk away from me.
“No hard feelings, I hope?” he asks with his hand on my shoulder.
“None yet,” I answer in a low voice. He only chuckles and walks toward the edge of the room, setting his empty glass on a silver tray held by a waitress. She gives him a tight smile and continues making her way around the edge of the room, avoiding the sea of bodies on the dance floor.
I’m not interested in staying here. I’m merely waiting for Katia. As soon as she walks into the foyer, I’ll see her from this position. I watch Joe’s back as he disappears into the darkness, searching for whatever he came for.
There’s no way in hell we’re staying here. In fact, as soon as she agrees to the rules, I have no intention of keeping her here at all. I want her in my home. In her room. Available to me at all times.
That’s where she belongs.
Fuck, I need her, too. I need her to ease this tension. Lucian called and needed a loose end taken care of. It was easy to find the perp, but setting up the hit required a delicate balance with two of my contacts. I’m on edge and in need. I can’t let it affect her. But I fucking need her.
But first she has to submit to me. I know she’s scared of taking that jump, but all she has to do is agree and then I will make everything so much easier for her. I’ll take the weight of her pain away, and give her a new purpose to replace the past that haunts her.
My fingers itch to check the rules again. My nerves are getting the best of me as I pull the paper from my pocket.
I rewrote them a few times, paying close attention to the wording of each line.
Rules are not something easily transferred from one slave to the next. Each is different, and each has their own needs and requirements. Katia is especially different and sensitive in what I must have her agree to.
The music seems louder as I unfold the paper and read each line.
RULES
1. You will wear my chain. Always. In and out of the club with pride, signifying my ownership of you.
2. You will not allow anyone to touch it, and you will also not touch the chain.
3. When we are apart, you will write my name on a body part of my choosing. Your attire and the place of my name will be decided by me and sent to you the night before.
4. You will stay with me when you’re able. Conditions may be discussed.
5. You will serve, obey, and please your Master. And you will never show disrespect for your Master.
6. You will worship my body, and I will worship yours in return.
7. To receive pleasure, you must earn it.
8. You will trust me in all things.
9. You will not hesitate when responding to me, and you will be specific in your speech.
10. You will thank me for your discipline and punishments as much as your rewards.
11. You will always be in submission to your Master.
12. All of your choices will be based on whether or not they will please me.
13. Your eyes will never be cast down, and your head never bowed. You represent me, and you will demand respect.
14. You will keep your sex shaved and never wear undergarments. In my presence, your sex and ass will be available to me at all times. As well as your mouth.
15. All of your worries and fears will be the burden of your Master.
16. You will not hesitate to obey your Master.
17. You will always be ready to please your Master.
18. You are my greatest treasure, and your trust in me will not be taken for granted.
19. You will never reach an orgasm without explicit permission given. Should you do so, you will be swiftly and severely punished. I own your pleasure.
20. Through discipline and reward you will learn to behave properly and become a better slave for your Master.
21. You are allowed to suggest ways to further your training or your preferences, so long as you address your Master properly.
22. You must always respond both physically and verbally to whatever I ch
oose to do with you. Your expressions are important to me, and you will not hide them.
23. If you choose to be marked by your Master, you will never tighten your body when you are being whipped, caned, cropped, slapped, paddled, belted, spanked, or anally or vaginally fucked. I want to see your flesh squirm and when you tighten your body, it hurts more. You will be proud to wear the marks I give you.
24. You will not be shared at any time, and you will not offer yourself sexually in any way to anyone else.
25. In my bondage, you will be made free. In submission you will find your true self.
These rules are specific to Katia’s needs. I understand it’s quite soon for her, but I’m not interested in having a different sort of relationship with her. The is the only relationship I’m able to give. And it’s the one she desperately needs. In time, she'll come to see that.
I have a contract ready for her to sign. The rules are included in there as well, but I wanted them written down to give to her. So she could see exactly what I want from her. It’s not uncommon for the Masters and Dominants of Club X to provide contracts. We’re men of power and wealth. We need contracts for everything. This one though, is more for her benefit than it is for mine.
As I fold the list in my hand, readying myself to slip it back into my pocket, my eyes hone in on her walking toward me. Her hips sway gently, and I swear I can hear her heels clicking on the ground as her eyes take in the sight behind me. My breath stops short as she sees me, halting in her path. Her breath hitches, and her eyes fall to the floor as she slowly lowers herself to the ground, kneeling and waiting for me.
Submitting to me.
Chapter 10
Katia
My heart’s racing as I press my cheek against the floor, the bass of the club music thrumming against my body. As I lie there in submission, I sense several men walk around me, causing the skin on my neck to prickle. They’re watching me, almost taunting me. But I dare not move. I don’t belong to them, and I’ll stay like this until my Master says I can move. To do anything else would be disrespectful. He saw me coming over. I know he did. When his eyes met mine, I felt the same shock, the same awe I felt yesterday.
My heart pounds in tandem with the heavy beat of the music, my limbs trembling with anticipation. I can’t wait to serve him. To please him.
I hope he doesn’t make me wait long. I feel insecure without his collar, without his mark on me.
I’m ready to give him more. I shiver as I wait for him to come to me, my mind on the displeasure he must feel that I didn’t submit to him yesterday. My heart skips a beat as I wonder, What if he’s pissed off and doesn’t want me tonight? It could be his first punishment, his first lesson for me.
But he told me to come. And so I did. And I’ll obey. I’ll do anything he wants me to do to please him. Even if he doesn’t want me tonight, I’ll do as he says. I need him. I want him as my Master. And I’ll do anything to show him that I’m willing to obey.
My eyes pop open and my body tenses as his strong hand cups the back of my head, sending sparks down my neck and back. “Look at me, kitten,” his deep voice growls over the bass of the music.
Chest heaving, I look up into those gorgeous green eyes as he brings his full lips against mine and parts the seam of my lips with his tongue. I deepen the kiss, loving his possession of me. How he didn’t hesitate to take me. He pulls away before I’ve had enough, leaving me breathless. I instantly crave his lips back on mine, but I don’t say anything. I’ll take what he’s willing to give me.
“Do you remember my name?” he asks after he pulls me up off the ground and steadies me.
“Isaac,” I answer immediately, almost panting. My heart sinks at the flash of disappointment in his eyes. Fuck! He wanted me to say Master. How stupid am I? I’ve disappointed him already. Worry flows through my chest as doubt sets in. Maybe I was never a good slave, and this will end up being a major disappointment, leaving me with a broken heart.
Isaac splays his hand on my back and cups my chin, bringing my focus back on his masked face. “What are you thinking?” His tone is harsh, and I can sense his irritation. I’m already fucking up.
“I’m not being a good Slave for you,” I say weakly, my voice nearly cracking and my body trembling. I’m afraid of failure.
I feel so hot, so vulnerable. The excitement is gone, and fear is very much present.
Isaac squeezes my chin and his words come out strong, but soft. “You are perfect for me. And I will not have you think otherwise. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I answer obediently, and the word almost slips out. Master. I want him, so badly. But I can’t push myself to say it. So long the title belonged to someone else. Someone who didn’t deserve it.
He stares at me for a moment, his magnificent green eyes searching my face before nodding and leading me down the hallway and into the ballroom.
I have to keep my jaw from dropping as we enter the large room.
The vibe of the club is so much different today than it was yesterday.
The thick curtains to the stage are open tonight, with scantily-clad dancing women and gilded cages swinging from the ceiling. There are women in each cage, dressed in those same beautiful gowns as before, some even in bondage gear gyrating, twirling and dancing within the few square feet of room on the floors of the cages.
Some of the women are even in the acts of masturbation, their cries and moan overlaying the soft beats of the rhythmic music being played as powerful men watch from the tables below. My eyes widen, and my heart beats faster at the realization. I don’t get time to marvel at the incredible scene in front of me because Isaac continues on through the ballroom and down the hallway and past the playrooms.
My heart begins to race frantically as I follow him. Is he taking me to the dungeon? A feeling of pure panic surges through me and I almost pull away. I pause for a moment, almost hyperventilating, but scurry forward when Isaac turns a raised eyebrow onto me. I will obey him.
Placing a hand over my throat, I try to calm my rapid pulse and chaotic emotions. I don’t know if I can handle the dungeon right now, but I’m willing to take whatever punishment Isaac deems necessary. If he’s taking me there, it’s because of a greater good. I have to believe that. Trust and submission are key to this relationship. I have to obey even when I don’t want to, trust even when I have doubts.
We reach another long hallway that’s dimly lit with shades of dark red. I can hardly see, and move closer to Isaac as he leads me through the darkened corridor. Up and down the hallway, there are men in suits who look like the fucking Secret Service, guarding the doors we pass.
I feel their eyes on me as we walk by and a shiver goes up and down my spine, but I keep my eyes straight ahead. We reach large double doors that are manned by a single guard at the end of the hallway. The guard gives a nod to Isaac, and my cheeks burn as he turns his gaze on me. I don’t drop my head, refusing to be ashamed. I know it would displease Isaac. I know he wants me to be proud that he’s taken me as a Slave.
Isaac pushes the double doors gently and they easily swing open, revealing the room within. My breath catches in my throat as I step into pure opulence. The luxurious room is awash in vibrant neutral colors, grey and mauve. Even the ceiling is sumptuous, draped with panels of dark grey silk fabric and adorned with a gorgeous crystal bubble chandelier. Resting on plush, but shaggy grey carpet, a California king-size bed sits in the middle of the room with velvet grey throw pillows and a matching silk tufted comforter. The headboard is also covered in grey velvet and rises all the way to the ceiling, taking my breath away.
It’s absolutely breathtaking. I’ve never seen anything like this bed. Or this room. Two glass nightstands sit on either side of the bed, and a swivel chair sits off to the left side. The wall has an abstract painting on it and there’s a glass door that leads out to somewhere dark. But the most exciting thing is the gorgeous glass cabinet. Filled with whips, chains and other tools and toys meant for both punish
ment and reward, it makes my skin heat with desire.
Isaac pulls the double doors shut behind us and the room plunges into silence. The faint beat of the music vanishes instantly. My skin pricks as I wait for his command, my heart racing. He doesn’t give me one. Instead, he grabs me by the hand and leads me over to the bed, bidding me to sit down. My heart beats faster and faster with every second that passes. Somewhere in the mix of my awe and desire is fear. But I’m safe here. I trust Madam Lynn. In this club, I am safe.
The plush bed creaks slightly as my weight settles onto it, and I almost moan at the soft caress of the lush material against my ass. I suck in a breath as Isaac remains standing, my eyes on the massive hard-on pressing against his pants. My mouth waters as I remember him forcing his massive cock down my throat and my pussy heats with need, my nipples turning hard as fucking stone. Isaac watches my eyes with amusement.
He must know how hungry I am; how much I want him. I hope he knows there’s more to it than that. I want to please him. Badly. I wait for him to give me a command, but disappointment flows through me as he walks over to the side of the bed and reaches down. He walks back over with a beautiful bag with satin handles in his hands and sets it down beside me. I resist the urge to look at it. I know he wants me to only have eyes for him, and to always give him my full attention. I need permission first. Always.
“May I?” I ask, looking up at him questioningly.
His beautiful green eyes watch me closely. “Yes.”
“I missed your touch,” I blurt out. I don’t know why the words slip out, and I hate it the moment they do. It’s the same words I used to tell Master C. The thought of it causes my blood to chill, and it’s an effort not to show my disgust with myself.
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