“I am doing much better, sir. I never got to thank you for the role you played in my rescue.” She frowned as she as was inundated with bad memories from her kidnapping and she subconsciously started rubbing her wrists.
Dex clasped her hands gently. His broad thumb moved over the solitaire adorning her finger and he smiled broadly at her.
“I didn’t mean to trigger such bad thoughts, sweetheart, especially tonight. I just worry about your recovery.”
His eyes moved to Tony’s as he retained possession of her small hands.
“Any bad dreams or flashbacks, Cap?”
Megan blushed as the two big men discussed her psychological health.
Tony gently stroked her back.
“Fortunately, no, but she’s been seeing Dr. Windham for the past few weeks. Sometimes that stirs things up.” His hand cupped her bare shoulder and he squeezed in reassurance.
Dex nodded at this news.
“Good. She is very good and specializes in trauma and PTSD. You will be in good hands with her, Megan.”
He pressed a brotherly kiss to her forehead then moved back behind his desk.
“Well, let’s move on to something more cheerful, shall we. I assume you are here to sign Megan’s contract, Cap.”
“Yes. We’ll need a couple’s contract.”
“Excellent! I am very happy for you, Cap. You’ve been waiting a long time.” He pulled a file out that was labeled with both Tony and Megan’s name. “All is in order and I know you gave Megan a copy to study. Do you have any questions before you sign yourself over to your Dom’s command, sub?”
Tony explained. “In the club, exclusive relationships require both the Dom and sub to sign the submissive contract. As such, you will be off limits to other Doms and Dommes. You wear my collar now and have my protection. No one will touch you, command you or discipline you without my express permission. You must realize though that despite this contract, you are still bound by the rules of the club and the ultimate authority of your Dom. In your case, things are a little different because I am an owner. We refer to the Decadence Masters as owners. You have met all but one of us. As owners we take particular care of each other’s property, especially our subs. As such, all of the subs under our control are also subject to any rules set forth by the owners.”
“I’m not sure I understand, Captain.”
Tony slid his hands up to angle her face up to his. One hand cupped the back of her head and cradled it, the other captured her jaw, his thumb sweeping across her cheek and rubbing her plump lower lip. His gaze searched her face and locked on to hers with a probing gaze. “I trust these men implicitly, Megan. Rick, Dex, Sean, Jonas and Lil T all have my permission to correct you if in my absence it becomes necessary. You’ll meet Master Peter, another owner, later tonight. The same goes for me as is true for me with their subs. This is for your safety and benefit, Angel. They do not use this power indiscriminately. They do not have permission for anything sexual, but if the need arises for corrective action, they have my permission to take it. Understood?”
Megan blushed as she looked back to Dex. He winked at her reassuringly.
“It very rarely happens, Megan,” Dex explained. “Especially since your Master won’t be allowing you to visit the club without him. But it’s always on the table for your safety. Don’t be surprised if he puts someone else in charge of you when he is out of town.”
“That’s already happened, sir. Ok. I think I understand.”
“Great, then sign and you can head out to play.”
Megan signed one contract to Tony’s three, which was odd. It made her feel almost childlike where parental permission was the only thing really necessary. Hmm. This was definitely another world. After Tony signed, Dex replaced their file in the cabinet and surprised Megan by saying, “I took the liberty of arranging a small reception in the owner’s private play room, Cap. All should be ready about eleven o’clock.”
Finished, Tony thanked Dex and then whisked her away and back down the hall, through the foyer, and then to a beautiful set of ornate etched glass and bronze doors. These led directly to the main clubroom. Forget Alice! Dorothy calling Megan, you are definitely not in Kansas anymore.
“Welcome to Club Decadence, my dear.”
Sights, sounds, and smells overwhelmed her senses as she got her first glimpse of the club. The doors opened into a wide corridor with low half walls that separated the club into two sections. On the left was a bar area with a huge L shaped bar spanning the entire back wall and then veering off at an angle, separating the bar from another area beyond. On the right side of the corridor was a crowded dance floor. A mass of bodies covered almost every inch as they gyrated, writhed and swayed to the sounds of the live band which was performing a very good cover version of a popular Kelly Clarkson hit.
At first glance, it looked like any other club holding a Halloween masquerade. Decorations of spider webs, jack-o-lanterns, and witches gave it a spooky and festive feeling. Upon closer inspection, Megan quickly changed her opinion that Decadence was just another club. She saw a cheerleader dancing in an extremely short skirt that exposed her long legs and quite a bit of her firm white ass while she bounced and ground against her partner. She showed off her lower cheeks and the skimpy thong she wore while straddled over a muscular thigh.
She noticed the Doms and Dommes were wearing role appropriate costumes of powerful real and mythical creatures; sorcerers, pirates, vampires and even a Viking wearing what looked like a very realistic animal pelt. The subs wore mostly skimpy, sexy costumes that complimented their Dom’s costume. She saw a Robin Hood with a sexy Maid Marian, a pirate with his scantily clad captive, a headmaster and schoolgirl, and a caveman with his cavewoman. The caveman wore a short animal hide draped across one shoulder exposing his fabulous physique. His sub wore a matching outfit with the same off the shoulder pelt, but her pelt exposed one full breast. With respect to her barely considered modesty, she also wore some sort of bejeweled clips covering her nipples.
Wow!
Tony gently placed a finger under her gaping jaw and closed her mouth, grinning broadly. “Told you it would be fun, Angel.”
Speechless, Megan’s eyes scanned the room; she had noticed an exotic mix of aromas: beer, a confusing blend of assorted perfumes and colognes, a trace of tobacco and an underlying hint of sweat and leather. Although bordering on olfactory overload, it was not entirely unpleasant, more like stimulating. But what about her recent journey into this BDSM culture hadn’t been stimulating?
She looked up at Tony and saw his eyes were scanning the crowd on the dance floor and the tables lining the sides of the room leading up to the stage. He smiled. “There’s Rick and Regan. Let’s join them at their table near the stage.” He guided her through the throng of club members, pausing briefly to place a drink order with an obviously harried waitress before leading her to their table. Sitting at Rick’s table were Dex and an older man Megan didn’t recognize.
Regan said something in Rick’s ear. He paused in his conversation with the older man, nodded and turned back to him. Regan rushed over to Megan. She looked like she was going to wrap her in an enthusiastic hug, but stopped short and bowed her head to Tony.
“Good evening, Master Tony, permission to greet your sub?”
“Granted, little Regan. Chat with your sister for a moment then return her to me at the table.”
Tony turned to Megan, ordered her to stay with her sister before he pressed a brief kiss to her temple, and moved to join the Doms at the table.
“I am so happy you are here,” Regan squealed as she hugged her close. She stepped back and gave her sister a thorough up and down. “And don’t you look hot? I’m surprised your Lordship let you out of his house.”
Megan smiled. Regan’s excitement was contagious, but she felt Tony’s intense gaze on her and turned towards him. He sat at the table conversing with the others, yet his gaze was concentrated on his sub. Megan turned back to her sister to shar
e her news. Regan squealed when she saw the large diamond glittering on her finger. She hugged her and jumped up and down, excited for her sister.
Megan’s eyes returned to her fiancé. He was still watching her, but a broad smile graced his handsome face. With a head tilt he indicated he wanted her to come to him.
Regan noticed and laughed. “Lord and Master calls, Meg!”
“You look great by the way, Reg,” Megan hollered to be heard over the loud music as they moved toward the table.
“What, this old thing?” She threw her head back, laughing delightedly, her shoulder-length auburn curls bouncing as she did so. Regan’s costume was a sexy lady pirate, her dress of stretchy crimson and black velvet with an off the shoulder neckline similar to Megan’s. The billowing sleeves had long ribbon ties and the bodice was made of a cross ribboned corset. The skirt was short, hitting about mid-thigh and she wore sexy black fishnet stockings and a stunning pair of black stilettos. As she joined her husband, Megan saw she matched Rick perfectly. He was wearing a matching crimson shirt with tight black leather pants and sexy pirate boots. He had a play sword hanging from a sash at his waist and was wearing a sexy black eye patch and single gold earring to complete the look.
Her eyes returned to her sister and noticed that Regan wore no jewelry except for her wedding rings and a stunning black onyx collar wrapped around her neck. Megan had seen this piece before and knew it was Rick’s collar but she never realized the significance before. She stroked the leather of her new play collar. Regan wore her public collar. Did this mean that Tony was expecting her to play tonight? Would he expect her to scene in public? Was she ready for this? Lord have mercy, she was nervous.
The girls arrived at the table and stood at their Dom’s side, both looking down at the somewhat sticky floor, reluctant to kneel. Out of the corner of one eye, Megan saw Regan start to dip, but Rick stopped her with a gentle hand. Since they were a party of six at a table for four, the sisters were pulled across their Dom’s laps and held firmly in strong arms. Such considerate Doms. She noticed a couple of other subs in the room were not as lucky as they knelt obediently at their Doms side on the obviously sticky floor. Eww!
Tony presented her to the older gentleman at their table. Master Peter was a retired army general who had commanded the Special Forces unit under whom Tony, Rick, Dex and the rest of the owners had served. He greeted Megan warmly and congratulated Tony on his engagement to such “a stunning creature.” Tony explained that Master Peter’s slave, also his wife, Joanna was delayed caring for their granddaughters but would be arriving a little bit later. She made a mental note to ask Tony about their relationship since he referred to Joanna as a slave, rather than a sub. Interesting.
Megan smiled that Joanna was doing something as mundane as caring for her grandchildren. Behind all this BDSM play were real people with real lives. She couldn’t wait to meet the older woman and pump her for information on how they had made this BDSM relationship work for so many years, with a growing family, military career and so on.
Megan looked around the beautifully decorated club. She had expected something darker, not the sumptuous furnishings, elegant wall coverings and décor. The floor looked to be some kind of marble or granite. The beautiful wood and glass pub table where they sat was a rich mahogany. No wonder they called it Club Decadence. It looked like no expense had been spared to make their clients feel surrounded by luxury. The table where they sat was tall with matching and equally tall stools. Both girls who were having trouble seeing over the crowd were instantly granted a much better perspective when taken up on their Dom’s laps. As another excellent cover song was belted out, this time a hit by Katie Perry, they turned to watch the stage.
Megan could finally see the lead singer and the band. Megan frowned as she looked at the familiar looking woman who was a petite, curvy, dark hard figure as she swayed and danced, clapping and encouraging the crowd to sing along. Her short black hair was streaked with hot pink accents and she wore long feather-like earrings that brushed her bare shoulders as she sang. She wore a low cut, black tank-style body suit underneath a sheer skirt with an intricate lacy design that looked like a spider web. It was shot through with silver strands that glittered under the lights. She wore opera length black lace gloves and around her neck appeared to be a lacy choker-like collar. Her legs encased in black silk rose shapely atop sky-high heels that had to be at least six inches.
The dance floor and entire bar seemed to be rocking as they all sang along to Pink’s Raise Your Glass. The crowd sang the lyrics, which were perfect for the BDSM scene referring to underdogs and nitty gritty dirty little freaks. Often BDSM members were looked upon as fetishists and saw themselves as freaks and underdogs. The crowd raised their glasses and celebrated their unique individuality as the song directed, the lead singer merrily belting out the tune to the rock song that, according to Regan, was quickly becoming a club anthem. The crowd responded almost in a frenzy.
Suddenly it clicked for Megan. “Fuckin’ A, is that Elena Lopez?” Oops! It slipped out before she could stop it. She felt Tony stiffen behind her and her hands flew up to cover her naughty mouth. All eyes turned to her at the table. The other Doms smiled indulgently at Megan, then looked for Cap’s reaction.
Megan immediately responded by turning her face into Tony’s neck and profusely apologizing. “I am so sorry, Captain. I know you hate it. Please, forgive me. I will try very hard to curb my tongue, it just kind of slipped out.”
Tony sighed heavily and looked at Rick. “Did you have as much trouble controlling Regan’s language? It’s like being around a drunken Marine, for Christ’s sake. I never know when she’s gonna let it fly.”
Megan blushed and squirmed on Cap’s lap. Rick burst out in a horselaugh.
“Your Megan’s got nothing on my Regan. It took several soapings before I washed all the MF’s and F bombs out of her naughty mouth, didn’t it honey?
“Master!” Regan protested. “That was quite a while ago. Now, I am always the picture of grace and femininity.”
That spurred a round of laughter from the gathering.
“We will address your lapse in judgment a little later, sub. I owe you ten. But, you are right, that is Elena Lopez, though she is better known as Rose here at the club. “
“How do you know our Rose, Megan?” Dex asked.
Megan had to pull her thoughts away from the ten spankings in her future to answer Dex.
“Regan and I went to school with her. At first we hung out with her because she was the only one shorter than us.” They all laughed at the image. “We quickly became best friends until she left for college. Then we lost touch somehow. She was always so talented. If I remember right, she got a scholarship to a music school. Right, Reg?”
“Yeah, she was accepted into a music conservatory in Chicago. I lost touch with her, too. I heard she had gone out west a few years back and was singing back up on several rock tours, mostly for female artists and even toured with Pink, then she just kind of fell off the grid. She popped up back here about six months ago when she started performing here at the club. She is absolutely fabulous, Meg. Every time she performs here the club, it is packed, standing room only. She has a huge catalog of songs and challenges the crowd to stump her by taking requests. She says she feels like a karaoke singer some nights so had to limit the requests to just one set per night. Otherwise she has an eclectic mix of original songs which inlcude rock and pop, with a country flair thrown in every now and then.”
Regan turned innocent eyes to Dex. “Weren’t you with her for a while, Master D?”
Dex frowned at the sassy little sub. She knew very well they had been together. Rick and Regan were already married at the time and the two couples often went out or hung out at the club when she was performing. Dex flashed an irritated look her way before shooting a challenging look to her master.
Rick pinched his naughty wife on the ass. “Stop meddling, Regan, and mind your manners or I might let Dex use yo
ur naughty ass the next time he takes single tail practice.”
“No master, you wouldn’t. Please.” She turned a pale face to plead, “I’m sorry, Master Dex.”
“No worries, little one. I forgive you, but may take your master up on the offer another time. I think you’d respond well to the whip.”
She wiggled nervously on Rick’s lap and swallowed, the noise audible to all at the table despite the level of the music. Everyone but Megan laughed at the look on her face. Hers turned a dark red and she frowned. Single tail? Dex used a whip on his subs? Shit!
“She’s a sub, then?” Megan asked in an attempt shift the focus away from whips and her sister’s ass. Tony answered, his glance swinging over to his longtime friend.
“Dex can answer that better than anyone.”
Dex glared at Tony and muttered, “Fuck Off, Cap. You’re as bad as she is.”
“Yeah,” Tony laughed, “but you can’t whip my butt with your badass single tail, Dex.”
Turning toward the stage, he ignored his smartass friend and answered Megan while he watched the beauty up on stage. “Yeah, she’s a sub. But she doesn’t play anymore. If you’ll excuse me.”
Dex frowned when Elena began another haunting song about heartbreak, Pink’s Please Don’t Leave Me. He rose and moved off through the crowd toward the stage. The crowd swayed around him, dancing and singing along in the concert-like atmosphere.
The older man looked at Tony. “Pushing his buttons some aren’t you, Cap.”
“Someone needs to. The man needs to get his head out of his ass. If he’s not careful, fifteen years will have passed and he will have wasted the opportunity to be with the best thing that ever happened to him.”
Megan gasped as she looked up at Tony then back at the stage. There was a story here for sure. Elena had slipped into another edgy song about a love gone bad, and pleaded with her lover to forgive and come back to her. She had removed her gloves between songs. Her wrists were exposed and now wrapped in cuffs that matched the choker at her neck. She swayed as she stood at the mic stand. The way she sang, the emotional lyrics brought to life the story of a turbulent relationship. It was stirring and beautiful, yet gut-wrenching. As she moved with the music, her arms rose toward her head, palms out and pressed forward, fingers splayed as if in pain. Megan gasped as she saw it. The cuffs and choker were not what they seemed.
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