“Yes, and if her husband didn’t own it, having a free pass would be impossible without a major act of God, so be happy that I have connections.”
Jewel’s hand went to her bruise. “I can’t go to a club.”
“That’s foolishness. It’s not a pickup spot. It’s very organized and ritzy. Believe me—I’ve been in some pretty sleazy BDSM clubs and this one’s nothing like those.”
“BDSM club.” She covered her mouth because she actually shrieked.
That odd look was back on Angela’s face, but then she smiled softly. “Come on, sister. Let’s have coffee and talk. Whatever those two aren’t telling you, I’ll fill you in on. I swear they’re trying to doom your relationship after only one night of double love.”
“You call it double love?” This time Jewel had to laugh.
“What do you call it?”
“Pure frustration. I slept sandwiched between the two with this t-shirt on.”
“You’re kidding?” Angela looked stunned. She tipped both the men’s coffee cups into the sink and made herself a fresh cup. “Grab your coffee and let’s sit on the couch.” Angela had barely sat down when she asked the question, “So what do you know about BDSM?”
Red cheeks be damned, Jewel wanted to learn something, and her new friend was the best source. “I only know a little because I spent one night alone with Matt and he did a few kinky things.”
“Of the two, I’ve heard Stephon’s kinkier. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Her blush deepened, but she was past caring. “Yes, it was incredible.”
“Thank God he did something right. I’ve been in the lifestyle since I was nineteen. It saved my life. Lydia actually was the turning point for me and then Damian included me in their life.”
“He owns the hotel?”
“Yes, and the club, which is two floors down. He stole Lydia from one of those sleazier clubs I spoke of, brought her here, and secretly gave me a job to keep her with him. She’s a Domme. Do you know what that is?”
“Stephon mentioned it, but I really have no idea what it entails.”
“Pretty much anything she wants. I’m extremely submissive and I come with a lot of baggage. Lydia’s kept me in line and from harming myself for years. She collared me when I needed it most.”
“Collared?”
“Yes. I wear Krispin’s collar now.” Her fingers went to the beautiful thick silver chain at her neck. “This is my public collar and then I have a private one too.”
“What does it mean?”
Angela’s eyes grew dreamy. “It means I belong. Krispin takes care of my needs. He loves me, but it goes deeper than that. The collar signifies trust, communication, and fulfillment. I give him all of those things and I submit to his wants and needs.”
Jewel shook her head slightly, not caring for the word. “Submit?”
“Look, the first rule is don’t judge.” A soft smile toned down the censure in her words. “BDSM has so many facets. Many people make up their own rules as they go along. It’s about accepting other’s kinks even if they aren’t yours. A collar may never mean anything to you and that’s okay. As far as I know, Stephon and Matt have never collared a sub, male or female.”
“Matt said they aren’t really gay in that sense.”
“To them they’re not, but to many outside our lifestyle they are. I’m not gay, but Lydia held my collar. I know it’s hard to take in, but BDSM isn’t just about sex. It’s about kink, acceptance, and commitment, even if that commitment only lasts for one play scene. Two people can hook up, talk about what they want, plan it out, and then experience the thrill. Safe, sane, and consensual is the lifestyle motto even if you’re into edge play.”
“Edge play?”
Angela’s laugh was delightful. “I don’t have any vanilla friends and talking to you is a hoot. Edge play can be dangerous if experienced with the wrong person, but it can also be thrilling and extremely satisfying—air restriction, knives, fire, and electricity are a few types. It’s when safety is most important, but both parties agree to riskier play.”
“You’ve done it before?”
“Yes. Many times, actually. I like pain, a good mind fuck, and intense sex. Krispin had a bad experience with a sub, but he’s coming back around and we’re pushing the envelope more and more. He tries very hard to satisfy my hardcore needs.”
“But I thought he collared you and you had to submit to what he wants.”
“Oh, sweetie, he takes care of my needs too, even when it’s harder for him. I feel it’s a closer bond than marriage. We love each other deeply and hold nothing back.”
“Are Matt and Stephon into edge play?” Jewel held her breath, afraid of the answer.
“Not that I know of. Stephon’s pretty dominant and likes control. Matt tames Stephon’s beast, but none of the subs I’ve talked to complain in any way except to want another night. You’re the first woman they’ve ever kept in their room, wanted to take on tour, or God forbid spent a night with without having sex. They have it bad for you.”
“I’ve known them less than a week.” She put her finger in her mouth and bit her fingernail.
“Can you honestly tell me it doesn’t seem like longer?”
Jewel’s smile was back. “No, it seems like a lifetime.”
“Then stop worrying so much. Their job is to take care of your wants and needs before theirs come into play. You need to sit back and enjoy the orgasms.”
Jewel broke into laughter and Angela joined her. When she was finally able to control herself, her hand went back to her bruise. “I can’t be seen like this.”
“Here we go again. I’m seriously calling the big guns. Lydia will beat your ass even if you don’t belong to her. Even Damian hides when she’s on the war path.”
“The idea of being a Domme does excite me.”
“Well, maybe you’re a switch.”
Jewel groaned. “I’m never going to understand all this. It’s like a foreign language.”
“You’ll get the hang of it and the most important thing to do is ask questions. If someone won’t answer, or gives you an answer you don’t feel right about, get far, far away from them. I accept other kinks, but I have my lines in the sand that I don’t cross. Having a Dom or Domme also helps, and before anyone can approach you they need permission. There’s a house bracelet you can wear that means you’re new. I think it would be a good idea. Not many will walk past Lydia and approach someone under her care, but if Lydia gets involved in something we won’t necessarily stay and watch her.”
“Watch her?”
Angela couldn’t stop laughing after that.
Chapter Twenty-three
Stephon
Stephon leaned his head back against the headrest and tried to let the gentle rhythm of the plane’s engines soothe him. “You know this is going to be the worst tour of our life. Thank God it’s only three days.”
“I knew you’d love her.” Matt never minded rubbing it in when he was right.
“Do you think she can love us both?”
“I do. She bounces back fast. The attack on her yesterday would have most people hiding in a closet. She cried and went through a small crisis period, but then pulled herself together. I wanted her to find out about us in a slightly different way, but somehow this worked. She finds you sexy and no longer feels guilty about it.”
“You find me sexy too.”
“Here we go again. I think the next time you need a whipping session I’ll practice up and do the honors. One way or another I want to redden your ass.”
Stephon pulled in a deep breath. “That’s really the problem I’m having. She’s got some kink, but she’s mostly a vanilla girl. How do you think she’ll handle my needs when I’m at my worst?”
Matt took Stephon’s hand and squeezed. “The same way I do. I love you and so will she. I think she probably already does. You saved her life the same way you saved mine. You’re hard not to love. She’ll deal with your needs, but I really
think the sooner you talk to her the better. I know keeping things from her has worked in our favor so far, but it’s time to be completely honest. She deserves it.”
Stephon put his head back against the headrest. “I can’t wait until you share your kink and fuck her ass.”
Matt released his hand and gave him a not-so-gentle punch to the arm. “You know you’ll want to take her ass too and you’re just jealous that I get first dibs. My ass kink is small compared to your foot fetish. You actually drooled when she gave you that massage.”
Stephon laughed with Matt’s teasing. “We’re both going to have the biggest boners ever during this entire concert tour. My shower this morning did nothing to alleviate the pain.”
“I should have told her she couldn’t have orgasms until we get back,” Matt mumbled.
“Damn you. We’ll tell her when we call, but it doesn’t go both ways. If I don’t rub myself off at least a few times, I’ll explode in the middle of a gig and cause a riot.”
***
Jewel
Stephon and Matt had called after they landed, but only had a moment to talk. She laughed to herself. No orgasms! What did they think she was going to do without them here? Her vibrator was at her apartment and she didn’t feel comfortable digging through their stuff to find Matt’s sex bag.
She fingered the tight-fitting deep green silk top—sleeveless, low neckline, way too short and didn’t come close to covering the pair of matching frilly lace panties she wore. She felt mostly naked, but had on more clothes than the woman making her do this. Angela’s curves were phenomenal and they showed to maximum benefit. Her small leather vest didn’t meet at the edges to cover her bare breasts. Leather laces crisscrossed, exposing four inches of skin on her chest. The vest ended at her midriff and to top everything off she wore a black thong that covered nothing. The most striking piece of her outfit was the silver collar that graced her neck. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail and didn’t detract from the obvious ownership the collar signified. For a moment she envied Angela the feeling of being owned, but she shook it off quickly when Angela said it was time to go. Suddenly, she felt like a hundred butterflies fluttered around her stomach, and knew if the two of them weren’t raped it would be a miracle.
Angela explained that the guests on this floor of the hotel were all into the lifestyle and no one would look twice at their lack of clothing if someone got on the private club elevator. Lydia was meeting them in Damian’s office. Jewel felt incredibly uncomfortable with her face a mess, and even though she had taken the bandages off her knees and elbow, she looked like a child after riding a bike for the first time with no training wheels. She felt like one too. Her heart was going to beat out of her chest.
She glanced around as they made their way to the elevator and then breathed a sigh of relief when no one was in the hallway. The elevator was clear too. Angela only laughed at her nervousness. They went down two floors and when the doors opened they emerged into a darkened room with accent lighting on the side walls and recessed play areas, as Angela called them. She expected the sounds of screaming women and whispered her thoughts to Angela.
“It’s still early. There’ll be plenty of screaming later.”
Fuck, it was only a joke.
A woman walked past holding the leash of naked man while he crawled behind her. Jewel crowded Angela and the other woman grinned. Angela took her back to Damian’s private office and knocked on the door. A deep voice called out, “If it’s you Angela, come in.”
They entered and Jewel gawked. A man dressed in tight jeans and a white dress shirt sat on the end of his desk and a red-haired woman dressed in a deep purple corset, black short skirt, and impossibly high heels knelt facing him between his legs. Thank God his pants were pulled up and nothing was exposed or Jewel would have run from the room.
The man’s hand held a chunk of the woman’s hair and he didn’t seem happy. “If you hide another ball gag, I’m going to invest in one of the companies that makes them.”
The woman stared up at him. “The terms, the next time you play switch, will include one for you, if you do.” Her voice was hard.
“I really hate spanking you in front of company, but fuck you’re tempting me.”
“You would like nothing better than spanking me in front of the entire club and you know it. May I get up now and kiss you, Sir?”
He pulled on her hair as she stood. He then roughly pulled her head to his and kissed her. She kept her hands behind her, clasped at her lower back, until he loosened her hair and reached to bring her arms forward. He tenderly kissed the backs of her hands when their lips parted. “You’re killing me, Lydia.” His gruff voice dropped even lower.
Jewel hadn’t taken her eyes off the pair since entering the room, and was surprised at the tender look he gave the woman when he released her. He walked over and Jewel realized her mouth hung open. She snapped it closed, glad that she didn’t bite her tongue. The man was as striking as Krispin, but possessed far more power.
He hugged Angela. “She’s not behaving at all today. Krispin gave her permission to work with you, so maybe if you’re in the mood, you can relieve some of her tension.”
“Leave my sub alone,” Lydia said from behind Damian.
“Yes, dear.” The gorgeous man turned to Jewel. “And you belong to Matt and Stephon.”
She felt his non-existent touch clear to her toes and before she could answer, the redhead swatted his shoulder, causing him to move over with a low, husky laugh.
The woman took Jewel’s hand. “I’m Lydia and this toad is my husband, Damian. He’s just mad because our babysitter is on vacation and I’m managing the club tonight.”
“Who’s with Abigail?” Angela asked.
“Carl for now, but my husband needs to go up and rescue the poor man.”
“Yes, the sooner the better,” Angela said and turned to Jewel. “Their little one is a hellion.”
“Without Raul here she’s running wild.” Damian swatted his wife’s ass and then walked over to the elevator at the back of the office. “You ladies have fun tonight. If I don’t come out of this alive, please remember I went down under protest.”
Lydia laughed and then waived her husband away. There was a soft bing when the elevator arrived and another when the doors closed. She turned to Jewel, “It would be my pleasure to grab my bullwhip and take it to the person who attacked you. We could even wait there early tomorrow morning and if the scumbag comes back, I’ll strip every piece of skin from his body, very slowly, and keep a smile on my face while doing it.”
Jewel gave a sigh of relief. No pity, nothing but anger for what happened. She liked this woman. “Matt and Stephon have made me promise not to leave the hotel this weekend or I’d take you up on it.”
“Another time then. Let’s go grab a drink. I need a margarita. Damian is insisting on another child and I’ll be cut off from alcohol for another year. I just finished breastfeeding the tiger, so I want to enjoy a buzz while I have the chance. No alcohol for you tonight, Angela, you’re all mine.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Angela seemed happy to say the words.
“Here, put this on.” Lydia handed Jewel a yellow bracelet. “It’s a bright color so the Doms and Dommes can see it in the club and no one bothers you. If for some reason anyone misses it, just say no and they’ll leave you alone. Angela tells me you’re new to our lifestyle and decided to take on our dual bad boys?” Lydia took Jewel’s hand and led her from the office.
“Yes, I guess.”
“You’ll have lots of questions tonight and there are no stupid ones. Just ask and either myself or Angela will explain. I’m planning to work with Angela a little this evening. Krispin left me a few instructions and he’ll be disappointed if I don’t find the time.”
Jewel looked over her shoulder at Angela. She walked with her head down, but had a slight smile on her face.
“Stop smiling, Angela. You’re not supposed to like what I have planned.”
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br /> “Yes, Mistress.”
Jewel ordered a margarita, remembering what Stephon said about drinking alcohol if she wanted to. If there was any time she needed a drink, she had a feeling tonight was it.
They moved to a table and Jewel sat down, but felt extremely uncomfortable when Angela knelt on the floor beside Lydia. Lydia handed her a bottle of water. “Drink as much as you need and then place the bottle between your legs and hold it there.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Lydia turned to Jewel. “You look shocked.”
Jewel realized Lydia was speaking to her. “Um, I guess I am.”
“Krispin is worried about Angela being away from him, so I’m helping out a little. After her and I play, she’ll show you around and the two of you can talk about what you see. Do you have any questions so far?”
Jewel’s eyes repeatedly returned to the large carousel that took up much of the front space of the club. “What’s it for?” Her voice sounded nervous even to her ears.
“It’s kind of like a timeout. You’re welcome to ride it if you want. Our rules state any sub on the carousel is off limits except to their master. Or an unclaimed sub can get on, relax, and unwind. It’s very soothing. I bring my daughter down here in the mornings sometimes.”
The comment stunned Jewel. “You bring your daughter here?”
“I know this is a lot for you to take in, but this is who we are. We don’t apologize. My daughter sees me in these or similar clothes all the time. I’m not ashamed of this, and my daughter will grow up knowing what goes on here. She’ll be too young to come in at any time but the mornings for many, many years. At that time, she can choose to check out this lifestyle or take another path. Quite a few of us suffered because of what and who we are. If Damian was another woman we wouldn’t hide the fact we’re gay. It’s really not that different.” Throughout the entire recitation Lydia’s voice stayed calm and even.
It made Jewel feel ashamed. “I’m sorry. That was really rude of me. I’m doing my best not to judge and I appreciate you explaining it to me. It makes perfect sense now. I’m looking at being in a relationship with two men. I would never hide it from my child.”
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