After arriving at Club Elysium and signing the papers that allowed her and Jenna to enter the club, she had been given two ribbons to wear around her wrists. Sir had explained that one of the ribbons meant that this was her first time at the club and the other ribbon meant she was under his protection.
“Here’s Cassandra,” Sir Mark said as a petite golden blonde hurried toward them.
Addison turned then said, “Cassie?” She laughed and stepped toward Cassie and hugged her. “Jenna, this is Cassie. She taught the belly dancing class I took last year.”
Cassie grabbed Addison’s hand then pulled her with her toward Sir Mark. She stopped a couple feet from him, pulling Addison to a stop next to her. Addison glanced at Cassie and saw her with her eyes lowered, waiting for Sir to speak to her.
“Cassandra, since it appears you and Addison already know each other I’ll let her introduce Jenna to you. The three of you are to stay in the main room. You may have a soft drink, juice or water but no alcohol. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” Cassie said.
“Excellent. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Addison watched as Sir escorted Sherry away and the two of them disappeared through a door at the far end of the main room. She turned back to Cassie and smiled. Addison shoulder bumped Jenna to get her attention then smiled. “Jenna, Cassie works for Thor.” She saw the puzzled look on Jenna’s face and asked, “You know the guy Cade works for here in Dallas? The Larkin Agency?”
Jenna nodded then said, “She’s golden.” Then she blushed with embarrassment when she realized how rude she sounded. “I’m sorry, Cassie. Addison told me your hair and eyes were a golden color, I just didn’t realize she meant golden golden.”
“I get that a lot, Jenna. My mother is Brazilian and I get my coloring from her.” Cassie laughed then offered her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Jenna took Cassie’s hand and held it for a moment. “I’m really happy to meet you too.”
“Well, shall we get started?” Cassie asked. “I suggest we start at this end of the room and work our way around. We can watch a scene and if you have questions I’ll answer them. Just be sure to keep your voices down so you don’t interrupt the scene. Okay?” Addison and Jenna nodded then followed Cassie to the first scene area.
Addison pulled Cassie to a stop at the entrance to the main room as she looked around absorbing the sights and sounds of the club. Taking a deep breath she got an overwhelming combination of scents. Perfumes, colognes, leather, sweat…and sex. The combination of scents reminded her of Cade. Glancing around the room, she saw two bars, one close by on her right and one on her far left at the other end of the room. Along the walls were raised areas where several scenes were taking place. Closing her eyes she listened to the sounds around her. She could hear the deep bass of music coming from somewhere, and the soft clicking of glasses as people put them down on the tabletops. The sound of a hand slapping soft flesh had her holding her breath and tipping her head to the side as her heart beat sped up.
Addison opened her eyes and saw Cassie and Jenna watching her. She smiled then shrugged. “It’s an amazing place.”
Cassie smiled. “Let’s watch this scene first. I think you’re going to really like it.” She moved to the scene taking place in the corner, and Addison followed with Jenna behind her.
Addison moved beside Cassie and watched as a shapely sub dressed as a schoolgirl was disciplined by her Dom who was playing the part of a very stern schoolmaster. The naughty schoolgirl was already bent over a tall stool with restraints on her wrists and ankles when they arrived. The schoolmaster stood behind her and slowly, meticulously folded her pleated skirt then laid it on her lower back. From where she stood, Addison could see her bare bottom and pussy. The sight had Addison’s breath becoming choppy and her muscles tensing as she waited to see what the schoolmaster would do next. She saw him say something to the naughty schoolgirl and she nodded her head. He moved behind her, rubbed his hands over her ass then swatted her so quickly that Addison jumped. When he continued to swat her, Addison had the urge to reach back and rub her own butt. When the schoolmaster moved forward and Addison saw the schoolgirl open her mouth as he slid his cock into it, she licked her lips and imagined herself restrained and sucking on Cade’s cock. She could feel herself trembling as the schoolmaster came, then began removing the restraints. Addison waited, thinking the schoolgirl would get to come now, but when she was wrapped up in a blanket and set on a chair to the side of the stage, Addison turned to Cassie and asked, “What about her? She didn’t get to come.”
“She doesn’t get to come, Addison. She was being punished and part of that was the withholding of an orgasm.”
“You’re kidding? That sucks,” Addison said and Cassie and Jenna giggled. Addison joined them, then added, “I didn’t mean it that way but it really does suck.”
“Yeah, it does,” Cassie said. “This next scene is what we call ‘funishment’ which can include something like erotic spanking and the sub probably gets to come. Eventually.”
Restless, Addison shifted from one foot to the other as she watched the scene. This time the sub had been restrained to a St. Andrew’s cross and her Dom was using a flogger on her shapely ass. Her butt cheeks were already a rosy pink color. Every time she wiggled and pushed her ass out toward the Dom he stopped flogging her. Addison could actually feel the sub’s desperation as her own arousal grew and her heart pounded and she realized she was panting. Her clit throbbed as the Dom slid a large vibrator into the sub’s pussy then circled her anus with his fingers. He leaned over the sub, said something to her, then took a tube of lube from his pocket and squirted a generous amount on the cleft of the sub’s ass. Addison moved closer to the stage, her eyes glued to the sub’s butt as the Dom slicked the lube around her anus then pushed a finger into her ass. The sub pushed back against his finger. Addison squeezed her thighs together and felt more moisture coat her thighs. The sub moaned and Addison gripped the hem of her skirt, crushing it as the sub’s scream of pleasure echoed into the room.
Embarrassed by her reaction, Addison glanced at Cassie to see if she had noticed her reaction. Cassie grinned at her then patted her arm. “It’s normal to find this arousing, Addison. I’ve been in this lifestyle a long time and I still get aroused when I watch scenes like this. In fact, if I didn’t I’d think there was something wrong with me.”
Addison nodded as she watched the Dom release his sub and wrap her in a warm blanket. She envied the sub as she watched the Dom giving her aftercare, holding and soothingly caressing her. She couldn’t help wishing it was Cade sitting there taking care of her after he had played with her. She didn’t know where he was tonight. He could even be in Dallas and she wouldn’t know it.
Twisting the ring on her finger, she worried that he was at Club Mystique with Linda or another sub, cheating on her. Since learning about the club and Cade’s secret life, all of the old feelings of insecurity and betrayal she had felt as a child had begun showing up. She found herself spending more and more time obsessing over the things Valerie had told her and questioning where Cade was and what he was doing, or rather who he was doing.
Along with the fear and insecurity, she found herself questioning her ability to judge the characters of the people around her. If she had been so wrong about Cade, then what other mistakes had she made concerning other people? Scanning the room around her, she felt her nerves zinging with anxiety. She shifted, crossing her arms over her waist, and for a moment she wished she had never let Cade talk her into seeing him again, much less agreeing to marry him. She constantly felt pulled in two directions, her heart unable to stop loving him but her common sense urging her to run. When she felt a tap on her shoulder, she startled and jumped, taking a step back.
“Sorry,” Cassie told her. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Are you okay?”
“Yes. I was just thinking about something,” Addison said, forcing her lips to curve in a quick smile. “Where’s Je
nna?”
“She saw a guy she knows from her job. I told her she could go with him to the bar and have something to drink. As long as it’s not alcoholic.”
Nodding, Cassie licked her lips. “I could use something to drink myself.”
“We’ll get some water then.” Cassie giggled then lowered her voice and asked, “Are you shocked out of your mind yet? Did you see the tall blonde Domme dressed in the skintight yellow jumpsuit leading the two ponies?”
Addison nodded. “I couldn’t figure out what they were supposed to be until I saw the bridles.”
“You’ll see a little bit of everything here. That’s one of the reasons I love coming here,” Cassie told her as she waved at a tall, dark-haired Dom across the room. “Sir Mark’s friend Sir Jacob wants to meet you. You know to call him ‘Sir’ right?”
“Yes, Sherry went over most of the rules with me. Are we supposed to kneel?”
“Not this time but lower your eyes,” Cassie reminded her.
A pair of heavy black boots stepped into Addison’s view. “Cassie, introduce me to your friend,” a deep voice commanded.
“Sir, this is Addison.”
A large hand reached out and two fingers lifted her chin. “Look at me.”
Lifting her eyes Addison looked into a pair of light brown eyes. Sir Jacob smiled at her and she gave him a shy smile in return.
“Innocent,” he murmured. He lifted her arm and ran his finger over the ribbon on her wrist. “Both of you come with me.” They trailed behind him to a secluded seating area and he gave them permission to sit on the small couch. Once they were settled he told Addison, “Mark has told me that you want to learn about the D/s lifestyle and he asked me to help you, if you agree?”
Addison nodded her head. “May I have permission to speak, Sir?”
“For the time we’re together this evening you may say whatever is on your mind, with respect, of course.”
“Thank you, Sir. Did Sir Mark explain to you about my fiancé?”
“Yes, he did,” Jacob told her. “That’s why I’ve agreed to help you.”
Catching himself staring at Addison again, he smiled. She was very innocent and sweet and had a killer body. A lethal combination, he thought. Her fiancé was a lucky bastard. “Mark said your fiancé is a good friend but he had one major flaw—he’s determined to have the perfect marriage with the perfect woman.” His face was serious and a hint of worry lined his eyes. “That’s a dangerous thing, Addison, because how can an ordinary flesh-and-blood woman, as beautiful and sweet as you are, ever live up to his expectations?”
A wave of dread caused her stomach to spasm. As superstitious as she was, his words felt like a bad omen. When she’d questioned Cade about why he wouldn’t make love to her, all he’d do was strip her down and distract her with his kisses and touch, and then he would take off, leaving her alone after giving her a quick kiss and hug goodnight. Cynically, she thought he had probably driven straight to Club Mystique and gotten the satisfaction he denied her.
Sir Jacob snapped his fingers, drawing her attention back to him. “Okay, so Mark and Sherry have taught you most of the rules and Cassie has escorted you around the club. Now, I’m going to let you experience a spanking.” Seeing her look around and blush, he wondered what the hell her fiancé was thinking, letting her run around without his protection. She was a twenty-five-year-old, intelligent, independent female and yet she was more naïve and less experienced than the average sixteen-year-old-girl according to Sherry. “From what Mark has told me, even teaching you this much is going to really piss Cade off. Are you prepared to deal with his anger, Addison?” From the expression on her face, he knew she understood what he meant by that but then he saw her chin go up with determination.
“I hope so,” she told him. “I just can’t let this go.” She paused then candidly told him, “I think it may be what I need, too.”
He completely agreed. He had been observing her all evening and she was about as submissive as any sub he had ever seen. “Have you ever been spanked by a man who wanted to arouse you?”
A wave of heat flowed over Addison as she remembered the feel of Cade’s hand swatting her ass behind Joe’s cafe. He may not have meant to arouse her, but that’s exactly what the spanking had done anyway.
Jacob chuckled. “I can see from the expression on your face you have. Cade?”
“Yes, once a long time ago.” She glanced at him then asked, “You said Cade would be angry when he finds out what I’ve been doing, so why are you helping me, Sir?”
His expression stern, he told her, “You told Sherry you would find another club to go to and that worried Mark. You wouldn’t be safe doing that, Addison. If Mark could have gotten in touch with Cade, he would have told him what you were planning to do and let him deal with you. But, apparently, he’s out of the country right now and they don’t know when he’ll be back.”
Understanding now why Sherry had always made excuses when she had asked when they were going to take her to Club Elysium, she realized the position she had put them all in with her request. “I’ve been selfish and put everyone in a terrible position. I’m really sorry,” she said, feeling tears forming in the corners of her eyes. “I can just go home and forget about all this.” She waved her hand, indicating the room, deciding it would probably be the best thing for all of them. She couldn’t ever see herself allowing any man, other than Cade, to be this intimate with her. And she wasn’t that sure she completely trusted him anymore.
Jacob shook his head. “No. Now that Mark has met you, he knows if Cade isn’t happy you won’t be happy either. Cade believes he can marry you and give up his need to be a Dom but it doesn’t work that way, Addison. A man like Cade needs this because being dominant is what he is. It’s not just something he can stop being.”
“He dominates me all the time,” she told him vehemently, then realizing how rude she had been, she quickly added, “Sir.”
Jacob smiled. She was a quick learner. “Perhaps in a toned down, more gentle way, but not like this he doesn’t.” He nodded at the room. “This is different from just making all the decisions for the two of you or getting you to do what he wants you to do. A real D/s relationship is extremely intimate and it’s built on trust and communication.”
“Two things Cade hasn’t done very well,” Addison muttered.
A few minutes later Mark and Sherry joined them along with another man named Vincent Vitale. He had long, sable-brown hair tied at the back of his neck with a leather thong, and the lightest gray eyes she had ever seen. Sir Mark explained to her that Sir Jacob and Sir Vincent had agreed to do a spanking scene with her as long as she consented. He also assured her that he and Sherry would be nearby in case she needed them. Addison agreed to the scene and then Sir Vincent ordered her to hold out her wrists. She watched as he placed fur-lined leather cuffs around them. Sir Jacob tested them, making sure they weren’t too tight, before leading her to a small seating area.
Sir Jacob pointed to the floor by his feet, and Addison dropped to her knees, spread them wide, and rested her hands, palms up, on the tops of her thighs. She straightened her back and lowered her head, looking at the floor between her spread knees. The tight, extremely short miniskirt she had on had slid up around her lower abdomen. Blushing, but thankful Sir Mark had given her permission to wear a thong this first time, she felt the cooler air of the room brushing over her exposed butt cheeks. She listened as Sir Jacob and Sir Vincent talked, only speaking when they asked her a direct question. When Sir Jacob ordered her to stand up, she rose, stomach clenching and heart pounding with fear and excitement as she followed him and Sir Vincent to an alcove with a spanking bench.
“On your knees, sub,” Sir Jacob told her then waited until she had taken the correct position. “Do you know why you are being punished?”
Puzzled, she almost looked at him, but caught herself in time. “No, Sir.”
“You are being punished for going behind Cade’s back and coming to
this club without his permission,” Sir Vincent told her sternly.
“But, I—”
“Quiet! You do not have permission to speak. Stand up.”
Addison rose to her feet and waited for his next command.
“Come here, sub,” Sir Vincent ordered, his voice just as stern as Sir Jacob’s had been.
Addison slowly moved to the spanking bench, her stomach tied in knots, feeling unsure about what she was doing. Stopping at the end of the bench, she waited for the next instruction. Instead of telling her what they wanted her to do, she felt Sir Vincent grasp her arms lightly from behind and move her to the end of the bench. He held onto her as he lowered her down onto the knee pads. Even though she had practiced arranging herself on the spanking bench at Sherry and Sir Marks’s home, she waited, letting Sir Vincent move her into position, placing her upper body on the narrower center part of the bench. She felt him wrap the restraints around her ankles and across her lower back then watched as he clipped the leather cuffs on her wrists to the rings on the handholds of the bench.
“Try moving,” Sir Jacob told her.
Addison wiggled and realized she only had very little freedom to move. She was beginning to feel more scared than excited.
“Anything feel too tight?” Sir Vincent asked her.
“No, Sir.”
“Where are you, sub?” Sir Jacob asked her.
“Yellow, but maybe a little green, Sir.”
“Okay, if you need to use your safe word I expect you to use it. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Sir Jacob moved around her, testing the restraints, making sure they weren’t cutting off her circulation. “I’m going to move your skirt out of the way.”
Addison felt him push her skirt up until she was exposed nearly from her waist down. The colder air in the room brushed over her butt cheeks as her face grew hot with embarrassment.
“It’s a count of ten,” Sir Jacob told her. “Where are you?”
“Green, Sir,” Addison told him although she could feel a nervous laugh building in her throat. This wasn’t anything like the day Cade had spanked her. Just having him pull her over his lap had made her wet, and by the time he had given her the first swat her heart had already been pounding out an excited rhythm.
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