by GM Scherbert
Heather and Sara both enjoy trying a variety of men on and doing things with them when they go to the club. Me, on the other hand, I tend to sit back and watch. There is one particular woman that I cannot help but keep my eye on. A Domme, Mistress Diamond, who only takes female subs for what seems like a month or two at a time. Almost like she is training new subs to the lifestyle. Something that I think I will get much more experience with in the coming years. Only her though, never will I break my vows to Vincent, never would I be with another man.
Although I can’t help but be saddened that I am guessing Vincent could never say the same. As more time has passed, I started to believe that the vows we made to each other were just the words that men use to get fucked. To me, however, they meant so much more.
~Chapter Fifteen~
~Doc
After talking with Irene, the old lady on the porch next to Sara’s, I knew that Ember did not leave through her own will. The times that I have tried to speak with Sara I have had absolutely no fucking luck trying to get any information from her as to Ember’s whereabouts. She is a true friend and is not swayed by the darkness that has taken me over since she left.
I speak with Blaze and am given two brothers to help watch Sara to see if we can get an inkling of who attacked her, and although neither Sara nor Ember are club property, he understands that there is something going on that is bigger than him. Especially when Irene told us that someone dressed similar to me was the one who beat the fuck outta Sara. We think it might be a brother of the Knights, but we have no clue who, and since coming back with the National President those months ago, we have had no beef with the Knights and don’t want to stir up the pot.
As the months pass, the only clue that I get on Ember’s whereabouts is that she had her car destroyed at a salvage yard outside of Illinois the day after she left. I have found nothing else out, and each day that passes my heart darkens more. I find myself taking on any and every job that takes me away from Chicago. Jobs, situations, and runs that might have any kind of violence involved with them are especially desired.
Sara takes off after about a year and a half of our sitting on her, and I assume it is to go to Ember. She leaves no trace and no forwarding address. This shit with Ember is getting old. If she doesn’t want to be found, I guess I will have to try to respect her fucking wishes, but cannot seem to bring myself to do it.
After the second year, with hands stained red with blood from more runs than I can count, I am still nowhere closer to finding Ember, nowhere closer to keeping myself under any semblance of control. That is when Blaze steps in and brings me to the Dungeon for the first time as more than security. I get something from the Dungeon that helps with the pain and misplaced anger that I have been dishing out. I find something that keeps my demons at bay and helps to pass the days.
During my time at the Dungeon, Tank and Blaze really help me to find myself and the Dom that has always been inside of me. Although I never break the promises that I have made to Ember, to have her be the only woman that I am with until I am put to ground. I am saddened to think that she might have broken that same promise.
When I am at the Dungeon the extent of a scene that I might do stops short of sex, of any kind. I have become quiet talented at the bull whip and torturing the subs with it, especially the pain sluts. Those bitches are fun to scene with, and I send them to fly so easily to sub-space, when given the chance. I tend to pick the ones who need no sexual component to their desires, if they do have such a need, I just ask another Dom to finish them off when need be. Tank and Blaze are usually up for any such needed services, those two really need to find women to keep them in line and tame their fucking asses down a little bit.
But, what the fuck do I know? Mine left.
Through the years the sadness and hope that I will find Ember again, turns into rage and anger knowing that she walked out without a second thought. Without trusting that I would be able to give her the protection and care that she needed.
Fuck me, I guess I wasn’t able to provide those things for her. Maybe she was justified in her leaving?
~Chapter Sixteen~
~Ember
When I got the call about my dad after being gone for almost five years, I knew that was it for my life on the run to be over. I had foolishly hoped I would be able to stay under everyone’s radar, but that was not the way it would be.
Saying goodbye to the women that had helped to shape this version of me was almost as difficult as not reaching out to Vincent during these years. Thankfully, we would be able to keep in contact, and even visit when things with my dad have settled down. Sara and Heather have become the family that I left the day I turned away from Vincent and came to New Orleans. Both Heather and Sara have mentioned that they would not mind moving to Chicago, if I decide to stay up here after things play out with my dad.
Driving back to Chicago, I am met at my parents’ house with a version of my father that I never expected to see. A fragile old man who I could barely picture as the man that helped to raise me. The stepmother who had been the reason that I left the house seven years ago to begin with has done a complete 180, and is now the mother that I had always wanted. As we rebuild our relationship as mother and daughter, I spend the last months of my father’s life with him. Seeing the pain that he is going through and the pain that he must have gone through when I left is something that only makes my heart ache more, forcing me again to thoughts of Vincent and my never changing love for him.
My father dies within the first six months that I am back, and I decide that Chicago is the place that I need to be. I slowly build a life in Chicago again and wait for Sara and Heather to both find jobs here and be able to move, so that we can be together again.
Finding a social work job in the city is easy enough for me and I am happy to be able to start setting up a safe and stable life for Little Vincent. Sara ends up joining us a month or so after my dad passed. She was able to find a job, and relocate the renters that had been in her house. Heather and Sofia come up about a month or so later, staying with Sara while looking for work. Having them here is something that settles me and helps me to not think of myself as alone in this world.
It takes only a brief time until I am drawn back towards BDSM and the structure of the lifestyle. Finding a club that was recommended to me by Mistress Diamond on one of our many phone calls, I head out one night to the Dungeon and know instantly I have found a new home away from home. From the doorman, Shadow, to the Doms and Dommes that frequent the club, I am at ease with all aspects of it. Sara and Heather both make their way to the Dungeon with me shortly after they have settled into their new lives, as well.
Coming infrequently at best to the Dungeon, some of the male members have me thinking of Vincent. They are, for the most part, big burly men with lots of tattoos who are very rugged looking. It is hard to be reminded yet again of the man that has never been far from my heart.
~Chapter Seventeen~
~Doc
The first four years that she was gone were rough, when I first meet Pearl with Tank, I was drawn to her in an instant. Not that I was attracted to her or would ever disrespect a brother to go after her like that. I seem, however, to be the only one who thinks like that.
After the shit that goes down at the Knights’ Clubhouse, I am quick to volunteer my time to watch over Pearl and her girls. Being up in Milwaukee and out of Chicago for stretches of time helps me to keep my violent tendencies and blackened heart in check. Although the years of putting my skills to the test have built up a real repertoire for me.
Pearl is such a genuine person and she reminds me so much of Ember. Her girls also have me wondering what it would have been like to have kids of my own. Spending time with Rose, Iris, and Pearl helps me to keep focus and also shows me how Ember might be living her life, independent as hell and doing for herself.
Watching Pearl after the attack makes me feel in awe of the person that she is. It also has me standing up to Prez, som
ething that I would have never done just weeks before. As he walks out of her house and gets in the truck with me, about a week after the attack I ask, “How is she?”
“Angry and in a lot of pain, I am not sure what I can do for her. She was practically begging me to take the pain away from her, to make her feel anything except them. I had to turn her down, because I don’t think that is anything she needs right now. She has to be in such a fragile state with the rape and beating happening not even a week ago. I am not even sure how she could be asking for that. I mean, fuck, she was raped a week ago and she asked me to take the pain away. I don’t know what the fuck to do.” Scrubbing a hand over his face he asks, “How has she seemed to you these last few days?”
“The same, but, watch that one Prez. She knows what she wants, and just because her life has been in an uproar the last week doesn’t mean she doesn’t know what she needs. I was so surprised that she was going to see that trauma doctor, and has gone repeatedly over the course of the week. She really is something special.” I add to myself, she reminds me so much of my Ember.
“That she is Doc, that she is.” he slowly says more to himself then to me, looking back towards the house he just left, slowly stroking the beard that has continued its growth.
“Prez, I will kill you if you fuck with that woman. She has been through too much- not just with Tank, this club, or the shit that went down last week. Her husband was a real piece of work, and she has been through more shit in the last fifteen years of her life than she should have been. Having dinners with her has really shown me the whole picture, and she is one hell of a woman. Pearl is not another piece of meat, or club whore. You need to keep that shit to yourself or go find one of the club girls if you have an itch.” As he turns and looks at me I see rage in his eyes from my blatant disrespect, but I don’t back down an inch “STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM PEARL, BLAZE!”
“Watch yourself Doc! I will let it go this one fucking time, but I am still the President of this fucking MC, and you have no right to disrespect or question me, especially over a woman who means nothing to this club.” Leaning in closer to me he continues “I understand your concern for her, Doc, that you have started to care for her just like Trip and …fuck most of the brothers, but, what happens to her is really none of your fucking concern. I will not listen to you or talk about her again, and if you cannot respect that, this shit will come to blows.”
He opens the door, and as he steps out into the darkness and turns back towards the truck, I notice movement behind him and see Pearl making her way behind him. I cannot warn him quick enough and he continues, “After we get those fuckers Pearl will really be nothing to this club. Layla, her brother, and that other fuckwit went after her to get back at the Devil’s Iron for their treatment of Layla, nothing more. Tank didn’t fucking claim her, he left her, and when it is over she will be in the wind, and things with this club will start to get back to normal.”
I don’t buy any of the shit that he has just spouted, but my sole focus is on the woman behind him. That is when he first realizes that she is there, when he hears a gasp from behind him. Slowly he steps forward as he reaches towards her, I take in the tears streaming down her face. “Pearl, what are you doing out here?” barely gets out of his mouth before her hand connects with his face.
“FUCK YOU, BLAZE!” As he reaches for her she screams out, “Stay the fuck away from me.” Nodding towards me she goes on, “And keep your fucking brothers away from me, too!” She turns and runs into the house, slamming and locking the door behind her.
Blaze kicks the ground under his boots and shakes his head before groaning out, “FUCK,” as he looks towards me.
Getting out of the truck and heading towards Blaze I start, “I told you Prez, you are not made for a woman like that. You are just not suited to be in her world. Just leave us to watch over her and get her through this patch of darkness until we can find Layla, her brother, and the others. Which we will all have no problem helping you take care of, then you can pull us back and let Pearl go.”
“Letting Pearl go is what I want?” he says eyeing me up. “What are you trying to get at Doc?”
“We have all seen the way you are with her Blaze, don’t fucking try to deny it. You were ready to kill Tank when you thought he had done this to her. She was his for fuck’s sake and you still blatantly tried to claim her the night of the attack, not even twelve hours after he was about to claim her, and she went through the worst experience of her life.” I shake my head as I continue, “Protection is one thing Blaze, but that is not what you wanted with her, and you know it as well as I do. You are no good for her, so just stay the fuck away and let us take care of her.” I take a step closer to him, “Take this small bit of advice from me, even if you don’t want to. Go back to the clubhouse, the Dungeon, or wherever you fucking want, and find some club whore, submissive, or whatever to erase Pearl from your mind.”
“Fuck you, Doc!” is all I hear as he slams the still open door of my truck and heads back over to his truck. I turn towards the house and take a few steps before seeing Pearl in the widow shaking her head no. I retreat to the truck, cut the tip of a cigar before lighting it up and taking a deep breath in. Watching the house for the remainder of the night leaves me with plenty of time to remember the woman that left me, and the life that could have been.
Why did Tank and Blaze have to go and fuck it up so bad? Don’t they know how lucky they were, in turn, to find a woman to share their nights, beds, ink, and domination with? One that is so comfortable with the lifestyle, she fits together with each of them little a puzzle.
After that scene with Blaze, she will not let me and Trip in like she has been this past week. We are forced to keep watch over Pearl from outside of the house, and it only makes more work for us.
FUCK.
~Chapter Eighteen~
~Ember
The owner of the Dungeon, Master Markus, is a very hard and severe man, who reminds me greatly of Vincent. Some of the vast expanse of tattoos that cover his torso even remind me of the ones that I remember seeing on Vincent. Not thinking much of it, I continue to frequent the club once or twice a month. Until the first night that I am drawn to someone like a slap in the face.
Pearl has been here in the past with Tank, a Dom here at the club. Then there were rumors running rampant about what happened between them. Now, however, she is here with Master Markus, and she shines under his mastering each and every time I see them together.
One-night Master Markus sends me in to check on Pearl in the locker room, “You must be Master Markus’ pet. I am Ember, Master Markus sent me in here to check on you and see if you needed any help.” My eyes drop quickly as she looks towards me. Pearl moves her hands down to her sides and takes a few short steps toward me. She reaches out to stroke the red hair that is now draped over my shoulders, running to down near my hips.
As my eyes raise slightly Pearl pulls her hand back from me. “Yes, Ember, I am Master Markus’ pet. My name is Pearl. Thanks for coming to check on me, I am fine and will be out in just a moment or two.”
Turning back towards the mirror, Pearl takes the last few steps toward it and we catch each other’s eyes shining in the mirror before I turn to make my exit. Walking through the door, I head back towards Master Markus and let him know that Pearl is on her way out and I was not able to help her with anything. He was also able to see the lust in my eyes and gets me to tell him that I would love to scene with Pearl, when and if he would ever find it acceptable.
Seeing me talking with Master Markus as she walks out of the locker room must do something to Pearl though, and I see red in her eyes as she makes her way towards us quickly. She stops abruptly when Markus reaches out to place a hand on her shoulder, knowing before she speaks what has her so enraged.
“Pet, calm down. Ember was just telling me how much she would like to scene with you in the future, if I would allow it. She seems to think that you might make a good Domme, and be able to dominate and
gain her submission. Something I have frequently thought about these last few months while we have been getting to know each other better.”
Stroking slowly over her shoulder, he stops his hand on her ass he goes on, “She was not trying to take what is yours, do not worry Pet, she has not taken to spending time with any of the Doms the entire time she has been here. I am all yours and have no inclination to spend any time or effort on any other women, and you should know that by now. Questioning or doubting me and my intentions are something that will get you the discipline you so frequently seek, Sweetling.”
Taking his hand off of her ass he quickly looks between her and me, he goes on. “However, this idea of you being a Domme to Ember might be something that we will discuss, Yes? But, not tonight, tonight I have other plans for us. Goodnight, Ember,” he says nodding at me as he grabs Pearl’s hand and leads her off towards the stage.
Watching the two of them scene together draws my thoughts to both sceneing with Pearl, and also the ache that I feel in my heart. Being here with Vincent, or being able to share this world with him, is something that is near the forefront of my thoughts.
A few weeks later, Master Markus asks me to be at the Dungeon this evening and has told me that he will let Pearl top me on stage in front of the members. The thought of being topped by her instantly has me moist, and I quickly abide by his earlier directives by dressing and heading to my spot on the stage
