by Ivy Nelson
happen right?”
Sheconsidered his words. “OK Mr. Silas. If you can give me at least two orgasms while
you’re spanking me than you win.”
“That’s Detective Silas to you young lady,” he said with a wink. She giggled again, and
he pulled her close.
“So, when do we do this?”
“Whenever you want, Angel. I told you, you’re controlling this.”
“Ugh. I don’t think I’ll ever pull the trigger if it’s completely up to me.” “I appreciate that you know that about yourself. Maybe I can help. How about this? The
next time you do something I would spank a submissive for that’s when we’ll do it.” “I think I can agree to that.”
“I need more than an, ‘I think’, Angel. I’m not going to do anything to you unless you’ve
given me complete consent.”
“I want to try this Michael. You have my consent.”
“Excellent.” He leaned in and kissed her again, but it was cut short when Peter and Carrie
approached.
“Hi Michael, Hi Adara. Sorry I couldn’t say hello in the car. Master is mean sometimes,”
Carrie said with a grin. She was scantily clad in just her bra and panties. Peter growled from
behind her and Carrie yelped when his hand landed on her nearly bare ass.
“Want to try that again little one?”
“I meant to say, Master is so nice. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” She clapped her
hands together as she spoke then turned her face up to look at her tall Dom, blinking her eyes
flirtatiously.
“Damn right you’re lucky,” he said, snaking his arm around her waist. “You can go put
your dress back on. I can tell you’re intent on having a serious conversation with Adara.” “OK,” she said as she started in the direction of the changing room.
“Excuse me, try again,” Peter said, stopping her in her tracks.
“I meant yes Sir. Sorry.“
“Better. Now scoot.”
Peter just shook his head and grinned as Carrie scurried away to change back into her
dress. “I sure do love that little hell cat.”
Michael grinned at him. “You certainly won the lottery with her.”
“Amen brother,” Peter said as he settled onto the couch across from them, stretching his
long legs out in front of him.
“And how are you doing young lady?” His question was directed at Adara. “I’m pretty good. All things considered.”
“You have a lot of people in your corner. Just know that.”
“I appreciate it. I really do.”
Just then, Carrie came back. Peter pulled her onto the couch next to him and draped his
arm around her. She folded her legs under her and laid her head on his shoulder. “How did I
get so lucky, you guys?”
“Peter chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “I was just asking them the same thing.”
She squirmed under his affectionate gaze.
Michael wasn’t generally one for watching other couples get mushy, but he enjoyed
watching the two of them. Carrie began to fidget, twisting her fingers together. Peter sighed. “Go ahead, I know you’re dying to talk shop.”
That was all the prompting she needed. “I’ve been reading your moms journal, Adara. I
have some suspicions about your birth mother and I wanted to ask for permission to do some
deeper digging.”
“What does deeper digging mean?”
“Mostly looking through old newspapers and records but it could also mean talking to
some people from your parents past.”
“I’m OK with that. Anything to get some answers.”
Michael smiled at her and then turned to Carrie. “What’s your theory.”
“We would have just been young kids, but do you remember the Israeli Hostage Crisis?” Michael nodded. “I do. My dad was part of the team stateside that arranged the rescue.” “I think Adara’s birth mother was one of the hostages.”
Adara’s eyes grew wide. “Who?”
“I’m not one hundred percent sure yet. That’s why I wanted your permission to start
digging. I have no idea what I’m going to find.”
“I’m OK with you digging. I want answers more than anybody. I can get you some
contact information for the family.”
“That sounds great. You can text it to me,” Carrie said.
The two couples settled in to watch as people around them continued to play in the
dungeon. Adara occasionally asked a question about something that was happening and the
other three did their best to answer them. Some things still confused her, and to be honest,
there things Michael didn’t understand, but he had learned that everyone had their own
unique tastes when it came to BDSM and not everything was for everyone. He was fully
prepared for Adara to hate the things he wanted to do with her. But he was certain he could
find things that they would both enjoy.
One arm was slung around her shoulders and he was gently running his fingers up and
down her neck and shoulders. It didn’t go unnoticed that her breathing had changed, and he
wanted to kiss her again. He resisted though as she was watching with rapt attention as a
submissive was strapped to a table with a vibrator between her legs. The girl was coming
with loud abandon. The dominant—A woman, turned the vibrating wand up higher and her
submissive let out a scream that caused Adara to jump. Michael chuckled, then leaned in and
whispered, “I have one of those at home.” Adara’s eyes flew to his and his head fell back in
laughter at her shock.
“You’ve used it on other people?” she finally managed to ask, clearly horrified. “I have, but for one, the cap is replaceable, and two, I always put a condom over it.” “That’s still weird.”
“I’ll buy a new one just for you. We can get them here in fact.”
“I’m good thanks,” she said with her nose wrinkled.
“We’ll see.” His fingers went back to tracing lines up and down her neck. This time, she
brushed his hand away.
He slid his hand into her hair and turned her head upward so she was looking him in the
eyes. “If you were mine, I would spank you for that. You would get exactly one warning and
then you would be across my knee. Consider this your warning. If you want something to
stop, you tell me. Don’t just brush me away.”
He watched her throat working as she swallowed hard. “Just nod your head, Angel. So I
know you heard me.” Her head bobbed up and down, her eyes wide. Not from fear though. “Good girl.” He planted a kiss on her forehead.
She huffed and folded her arms across her chest, seeming irritated.
“What’s wrong, Angel?”
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.” His voice took on a stern tone.
Finally she huffed and said, “I just hate losing. And damn it, I’m pretty sure I’m going to
lose our bet.”
Chapter 8
Adara stared with her bottom lip pushed out as Michael howled with laughter. Peter and Carrie looked at the two of them as if they had grown horns.
Adara blushed when Michael pulled her close and said, “you’re delightful, Angel.”
Peter stood, pulling Carrie up with him. “Should we move to the bar and get a drink?”
Adara couldn’t stand quickly enough. “That sounds wonderful.”
The foursome moved to the bar area where Peter ordered whiskey for everyone and they found a small table to sit at.
“I don’t know why, based on everything I’ve read, I wasn’t expecting a place li
ke this to serve alcohol.”
“A lot don’t,” said Peter. “But we prefer to treat our members like adults. We do have rules in place about not getting drunk and we have monitors on duty throughout the club who are allowed to make a judgment call and ask members to leave if they are being disruptive.”
“Not to mention, we vet our members carefully,” Michael added.
Adara thought it was curious that Peter was saying ‘we’. Peter and Carrie technically lived in California now. Though from what she understood, they had been founding members of the club along with Darci, Gary, and a few others she had met. Michael wasn’t far behind them. Aside from her, Bradley was one of the newer members of the club.OK, so she wasn’t actually a member yet, but it was on her mind to change that. Power exchange still confused her, but she loved the vibe she got from being in this place. Everyone was so accepting and welcoming.
Gary came by to say hello.
“Hey, How are y’all?” Adara liked his southern accent and wondered how he ended up running a BDSM club in Washington D.C.
The four took turns answering as he grabbed a chair from another table, flipped it around backwards and straddled it, resting his arms on the back.
“Adara, this is your second time here. You thinking of becoming a member?”
She nodded, suddenly feeling shy. Michael squeezed her shoulders and smiled.
“Excellent. It’s about time Michael found himself a good lady. Gonna have to get some new blood in here though so the other unattached subs have somebody to play with. This guy hasn’t been playing with them lately for some reason,” Gary said with a wink.
Adara turned to Michael and lifted an eyebrow. “Bit of a player, huh?”
Michael flipped Gary the bird when he laughed and said, “That’s an understatement. But not since he met you.”
“I already told you this Angel.” Adara just sipped her whiskey and studied him carefully.
“Anyway, I just came by to see if I could steal these two gentlemen from you ladies. I have some new security measures in mind that I want to discuss.”
Michael stood and laid a hand on Adara’s shoulder. “Will you be OK here with Carrie, Angel?”
Adara nodded and Carrie shifted her chair closer to Adara’s. “Don’t you worry Michael. I’ll keep her safe.”
Peter rose and kissed Carrie on the top of her head. “Behave.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said batting her lashes up at him.
When the two men were gone, Carrie immediately turned to Adara.
“So, what do you think of all of this?”
Nerves curled in her belly as she twisted her glass in her hands.
“I’m not sure to be honest. I sometimes don’t get why you and some of the other submissives enjoy the things you do. Like when Michael gets bossy with me, it sometimes pisses me off.”
Carrie laughed. “Peter can piss me off too. We’re all still human, honey. But ultimately, he gives me orgasms like no other man can, and when he pisses me off he still turns me on. And when he doesn’t, we have protocols in place to let each other know that we need a timeout to just be a married couple for a little while.”
Adara nodded. That made sense to her and made her feel a little better.
“There is a fine line between pleasure and pain too. Sometimes, Peter might push a boundary, or my emotions might be too all over the place that night and just the lightest swat of his hand, or whip will be too much for me. We work around that. He has other, non painful ways of exerting hisdominance over me. It’s ultimately that power exchange that turns me on. It doesn’t have to be painful.”
“That makes sense. I have a bet with Michael. It was my idea but I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose. I fucking hate losing.”
When she explained the wager, Carrie laughed and patted her on the arm. “Oh honey. I’m sorry. You’re definitely going to lose. But I have a feeling you’ll both come out winners in the end. He really likes you Adara. I’ve never seen him so attached to a woman before. Michael has always been more of a onenight stand kind of guy. But he hasn’t looked at another woman since the two of you met.”
“I don’t know why that’s such a relief to hear that. Before all of this legal stuff started, he and I hadn’t exactly defined our relationship.”
The two women talked animatedly about their men until the subjects of their conversation returned to the table.
“Have you two macho men made this place safer for us lowly submissives?” Carrie asked with a grin as they settled into their seats again.
“I think you’re safe from everyone but us sweetheart,” Peter said with a grin.
“Oh dear. I’m pretty sure that means we aren’t safe at all Adara,” Carrie said, winking at her.
“Uh Oh. I knew we shouldn’t have left them alone together Michael. I think our girls have been comparing notes.”
Heat curled in Adara’s belly as Michael moved closer to her and grinned at Peter as he said, “We’ll just have to get more creative then. Keep them on their toes.”
It was after midnight when the four finished their drinks and headed home. Back in the hotel, Adara asked if she could take Hamilton for a walk outside. “I won’t leave the courtyard, I promise. I just need to clear my head. I’m feeling overwhelmed again.”
Michael frowned, and she knew he didn’t like the idea of her going alone. Finally, he agreed.
“Take your phone with you and don’t leave the courtyard. I can see it from the window.”
She grabbed Hamilton’s leash and kissed Michael’s cheek. “Thank you.”
Outside, she had a hard time keeping the dog contained, but after the initial excitement of being outside, he finally settled down and began sniffing for a place to do his business. They walked the perimeter of the courtyard, the dog stopping to sniff every few feet.
As he was relieving himself, her cellphone rang. It was Michael.
“I’m in the courtyard. Stop worrying,” she said in greeting.
“Enough with the sass. Come back inside now.” His voice had an edge to it that irritated her.
“He’s not done yet. I’ll come back in a few minutes.”
“Now Adara. No arguing.” What had gotten under his skin? Hamilton finished and began growling in the direction of a shadowed bunch of bushes.
“Could you at least tell me what has you spooked?”
“Inside. Right now. Please don’t make me come out there and carry you.”
She was already heading toward the door, but she looked up toward their window where she knew he was watching and raised her middle finger before continuing inside.
“Oh, Angel. You really shouldn’t have done that.”
Pressing the end call button, she considered plopping down on the park bench she was passing but decided against it. Something had him spooked, and the dog had been growling too. While she didn’t appreciate his bossy tone, she knew he was worried about something. Seriously though, he could have just told her over the phone.
Michael was waiting at the elevator when she stepped off on their floor, his cellphone pressed to his ear.”
“I’m positive that’s what I saw. He could have been taking pictures of everyone in the courtyard, but he seemed pretty focused on Adara.”
Adara’s eyes went wide and her heart rate increased. She opened her mouth to say something, but Michael lifted a finger and pressed it to her lips, a scowl on his face.
“I’ve gotta go, she’s back. We’re moving hotels. Do you have the manpower to help me out with a couple of decoy cars?”
Back in the room he quickly began tossing stuff into his bag. “Pack your things. We’re leaving.”
“Why? What happened?”
“Like you heard on the phone. Someone was just outside in the courtyard taking pictures of you. I’m going to see if I can get the hotel to let me look at their security footage later but right now we are moving hotels, and once we get there, I think you and I are going to finally see who wins our bet. I do
n’t just bark orders for the hell of it Adara, not where your safety is concerned.”
“I know. I’m sorry. You just pissed me off with that bossy tone. You could have at least told me what was going on when we were on the phone.”
“I could have. But sometimes when there is danger there isn’t always time to explain myself. Not to mention, if I had told you, you might have looked around and spooked the guy into doing something stupid like try to kidnap you. When I fucking tell you to do something you need to listen. And flipping me the bird? It’s like you’re begging me to turn your ass red, Angel.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat and stared at him. He seemed genuinely upset. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I don’t want you to be angry with me when you’re spanking me.”
His features softened instantly, and he chuckled. Setting his bag down, he crossed the room to her. “I’m not angry. I promise Angel, I’m not going to harm you. But you’re still in charge here. If you say no, we’ll wait until you’re ready.”
She shook her head. “No, I was serious when I said if it were up to me I would never pull the trigger. I agreed to this. I want to try this. I just want to make sure you’re not doing it because you’re angry at me.”
His fingers trailed down her cheek, and he smiled tenderly at her. “Not at all, Angel. That’s something I can promise never to do. I was irritated yes, but if I’m ever truly angry, I’ll let you know. We’ll have a long conversation about why, I’ll cool down, and then we’ll deal with any indiscretion on your part.”
She released the breath she had been holding. “OK. I can accept that. Of course, that all depends on whether you win our bet,” she said with a grin.
“Go finish packing before I decide to spank you here and now. Peter is on his way, I’m sure he would enjoy seeing me win our bet.”
Crimson stained her cheeks at the thought of Peter watching her get spanked for the first time.
“I’m teasing, Angel. I wouldn’t do that to you.”
“That’s good to know,” she said before going into her room to finish packing h er bag. It only seemed mildly insane that they were negotiating a spanking among other things just minutes after some random stranger was taking pictures of her outside.
Peter was there when she emerged from her room with her suitcase in hand. Two other men flanked him, one she recognized from the security detail that protected Darci when she had a killer after her. Michael wasn’t playing around with her safety.
