“Well, hello there. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in here before. What’s your name, stranger?” The bartender grinned at me. She had dark red hair and several tattoos. She was attractive, but older than I was.
“I’m sure you haven’t. It’s my first time. Be gentle with me.” I winked at her.
“I’m Karen. A virgin, huh? Well, a shot of this tequila will fix that.” She laughed as she pulled out two shot glasses.
“Patron? One of my favorites. Set up another shot.” I slapped a few twenties on the bar.
“So, honey, what’s your name?” She slammed her shots down as she sized me up. I could tell she was wanting a lot more than my name. I finished my shots and declined any more. Too much tequila and I’d be taking her home, and she definitely wasn’t what I had in mind for the evening.
Suddenly, a tall, leggy blonde appeared from one of the back booths in the bar. She’d been playing darts as she carried several in her hand.
“Hey, Karen, the dart board’s broken!” She waved her hand in the air.
“Oh shit, I’ll be right back.”
I watched as the gorgeous blonde gestured wildly to Karen about the faulty dart board.
But I couldn’t have cared less about the fucking darts. She was hot and just what I needed tonight. Running my hands through my hair, I started over to her.
She was wearing skintight jeans and a pair of black leather knee length stiletto boots with a tight red sweater that hugged her ample breasts. Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a low ponytail. As she bent over, the low V of her sweater opened up to reveal her luscious tits.
“Hi, having some trouble?” I nodded toward the electronic dart board that Karen was trying to fix.
She rolled her eyes shaking her head.
“You could say that.”
“Need some help?” I raised my brows at her. I could smell her perfume, a light, intoxicating scent. She had a tiny tattoo of a dagger with a rose wrapped around it on her neck. I was curious to know if it had any personal significance. Long silver earrings dangled from her lobes. Her fingernails were long, red, and perfectly manicured.
“Son of a bitch is broken!” Karen kicked the machine in disgust. “Sorry, honey, you’re gonna have to play pool.”
The blonde turned to me and smiled.
“I hate pool. I want to finish my game. Think you can help me?” She ran her hand over my arm.
Grinning, I walked over to the machine. I wasn’t a mechanic by any means, but I knew enough.
Karen had the back of the machine still open. After twisting a few wires, I had the machine up and running.
“Wow, how’d you do that?” Karen marveled as I closed the machine.
I shrugged.
“Just a little something I learned from my dad.”
Karen walked away still staring back at me in amazement.
“Thanks.” The blonde took her darts and nodded to her friend.
“Game’s back on.”
Before she could throw her dart, I grabbed her hand.
“What’s my reward, beautiful?”
Throwing her head back with laughter, she turned to her dark haired friend.
“Did you hear that? ‘Beautiful.’ I said thank you, I don’t need a lame pick up line.”
I twisted her hand pulling her to me.
“That was a compliment. Learn how to take a compliment graciously. Didn’t your mother teach you anything?”
I felt her heart pound faster as I brought my lips to her ear.
“My name’s Colt. I suggest you remember it as you’ll be screaming it later.”
Her face paled slightly, but her body leaned against me.
“Peyton. I suggest you remember that because that’s the only name that will matter after tonight.”
I chuckled. My interest was piqued.
“Peyton, let’s say we cut the crap and get out of here.”
“You read my mind,” she murmured dropping her darts on the table.
A half hour later, the door to my penthouse was thrown open as Peyton and I burst through it. My hands roamed her curvy body caressing her tight firm ass through her jeans. My cock throbbed as I slammed her hard against the wall.
“Ow,” she cried. “That was a little rough.”
Her words had a terrible effect on my erection. If she couldn’t take the least amount of discomfort….
Pushing past it, I stripped her jeans off tossing them to the side. My lips pressed hard against hers as she eagerly slipped off her sweater. I shoved my hands into the cups of her lacy bra squeezing her firm tits. My thumbs flicked against her nipples.
“Colt,” she whispered.
Sweeping her into my arms, I carried her back to my bedroom. I flicked on the gas fireplace giving the room a romantic glow. In the center of the room was my custom sized bed sitting on a dais. Its frame was magnificent made of mahogany with custom carvings. Black silken sheets covered the mattress. The walls were decorated in dark, rich tones.
Peyton sucked in her breath. She held her arms over her breasts shielding her nudity.
“This is amazing, Colt. What are you-some kind of millionaire?” She laughed gesturing to the elaborate bed.
“Maybe,” I whispered throwing her back onto the bed. Eagerly, she laid down as I pushed her legs apart. Quickly, I pulled my shirt off as I knelt between her legs. Parting her soft lips, I swirled my tongue over her clit. Immediately, she arched her back moaning with pleasure. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I relished the sound of her rapid breathing as she twisted her hands into my hair.
“Keep doing that.”
My cock swelled harder and harder as I longed to shove my cock deep inside her. Peeling back her lips with my hand, I teased her opening with my finger. She was so wet, tight.
Plunging my finger inside her, I felt her body lurch forward. Pushing my finger in and out vigorously, I kept my tongue on her clit. Her body stirred as she ground her hips down into the mattress.
“Oh God!” she cried out as she came, drenching my face in her juices. My cock ached, but something was wrong.
Flipping her onto her hands and knees, I ran my hands down the length of her body. Her flesh was smooth and delicious. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her wet opening anxious to push myself into her.
Something wasn’t right….
As my cock sank deep inside her, I heard her groan. I slapped her ass several times loving the sound of my hand spanking her.
“What are you doing?” She cried. My cock started to soften as I pushed her down roughly grabbing her hips to grind my cock deeper into her.
“Damn,” she moaned.
But I wanted more.
I wrapped her long hair around my fist pulling her back onto my cock. Immediately, I began to stiffen as I jerked her head. With my other hand, I slapped her ass hard.
“Colt!” She protested as she squirmed beneath my grasp.
“You know you like it,” I growled tightening my grip. I rode deep inside her finally feeling pleasure.
Again, I slapped her ass harder. This time my hand left a bright red mark on her skin. She cried out loudly.
“Stop it!”
Since we weren’t doing a scene and we hadn’t established a safe word, I reluctantly released her hair. My cock began to drop a bit. I continued to grind into her, but my heart wasn’t in it.
Or rather my cock wasn’t into it.
I finished jerking my cock out and shooting it all over her ass.
Peyton whipped around to stare at me as I handed her a towel.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” She rubbed her reddening ass.
I shrugged.
She jumped off the bed to look at her ass in the mirror.
“That hurt! What the hell—your fucking handprint is on my ass!”
I shook my head pulling my shorts back on. I’d never seen a woman freak out like that over a light spanking. She was beautiful, but my desire for her was gone.
“Ar
e you some type of sadist? Didn’t you hear me cry?” Fuming, she yanked her sweater back on.
Walking over to her, I gripped her face between my hands.
“So, you figured me out. Congratulations. I didn’t do anything you didn’t want. As soon as you said to stop, I did.”
Tears welled in her eyes as she struggled to understand.
“You’re sick, Colt. Who the fuck wants to hurt people? That’s twisted.”
I swallowed hard. That had always been an issue for me. Was I twisted for enjoying causing women pain? I enjoyed it rather it made me hard as a rock, but I didn’t like hurting anyone against their will.
I simply couldn’t help it. Seeing my hand deliver pain soothed my own. Seeing someone else hurt instead of me was cathartic. As I stood there contemplating what had happened, Peyton gathered the rest of her things and stormed out slamming the door.
I winced hearing it. I didn’t care if she left. I just couldn’t feel anything during sex unless I caused a woman pain. I poured myself a scotch and downed it quickly. I had to have a scene. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
4
Leda
The lengthy drive afforded me some time to get lost in my thoughts. Chastity had raved about Seven for years now and about how exquisite the club was compared to other dungeons in the area. No one could just walk into Seven; you had to be invited by an existing member. Each member only had one guest pass per year, and Chastity used hers for me. All of the men had a heritage tie to the club, which I had thought that was pretty neat.
Over the years, Chastity would tell me of the special rooms that had stations for rigging, and how peaceful the room was. I also heard stories of the rooms with beautiful equipment and furnishings, and I had been eager to take it all in. I felt myself throb between my legs as I imagined a spanking bench in this unique club. I started to get wet at the mere thought of being paddled on the bench.
From the back seat, I smirked when Wade had asked Chastity if she was ready to try out the spider gag tonight in the medical room. Damn. It sounded hot.
“I think you're due for your annual exam, Chastity,” Wade casually had said.
Chastity was all for it and agreed that she should be looked over. Listening to Wade go on about how he’d do a full exam nearly sent me over the edge in the backseat. The exam he spoke of sounded so humiliating, mostly because she'd be on display for any onlookers as he carried out the exam. I inched forward on my seat and could feel how wet my panties were. I was envious, actually. For whatever reason, I had found the idea of being involved in a scene like that an extreme turn on.
While the two had been talking, I lifted the side of my skirt just enough to glance down at the faded red spots on my thighs. They were almost gone. I wondered if I would be able to find a man to spank me tonight. Or better yet, paddle me.
“Does Seven have Service Tops?” I bluntly asked, pulling them away from their existing conversation.
“There usually is one or two there on most nights, but typically they're booked in advance,” Chastity said.
“What are you hoping to negotiate, Leeds?” Wade asked as he glanced over his shoulder at me.
Shit. I shrugged in my seat and finally said, “Maybe a spanking.”
“Like what Chastity got before we left?” Wade asked me.
Suddenly my cheeks became warm, and I quickly thought to play dumb. But damn, I would have loved a paddling like that. My panties seemed a little wetter now.
“Chastity needs to be warmed up a bit before we go to the club. I take her right to the edge and let her dangle there. Though, there are consequences for that,” Wade’s voice trailed off.
I didn't let on that I had heard their fun in the other room. My thoughts carried me to the last time I was in a dungeon. It was a number of months ago, and I had a scene with a Service Top. Though nothing more than a flogging, it fed my needs. I smiled to myself as I thought back to the club, which clearly relied on donations from the members. There wasn't a spanking bench there, so the Top put me over the arm of a couch. I had a feeling that Seven was going to be different. While I thought about some of the clubs I've visited, the cement and buildings outside my window became more spaced out until they were gone. I frowned and turned my attention to the backs of Chastity and Wade’s head.
“Hey, where are we going?” I asked with my hand on the headrest of Chastity’s seat.
“Seven, Leeds,” Chastity said and then turned her head to face me. “It’s just outside of the city on private property.”
I felt a little embarrassed for having been so in the dark. Of course, how else was I to have known where this place was? I nodded and sat back in my seat and tried to relax. Soon, the view from my window were patches of tall trees sporadically placed, and for a moment, my heart slammed in my chest.
Was this place in the woods? I loathed the woods. Unable to contain my question and merely wait and see, I tapped Chastity on the shoulder. She already knew what I was going to ask and she made it easier for me by not making me ask.
“It’s okay, Leeds. It’s a huge place, but there are trees around it.”
Unfortunately, that hadn’t relaxed me much. My eyes were fixated on the passing trees. Every now and then a blast of light from the sun found its way in between the trees. My mind ran wild, and before things escalated in my head, a clearing of trees let the light from the setting sun in and forced me to look away.
Wade turned off the road we had been traveling and drove for a few minutes before turning onto another road. The car slowed as we approached a set of gates and came to a stop next to a keypad. Wade entered a code, and a voice came through the microphone.
“Name confirmation,” the pleasant sounding voice asked.
“Wade and Chastity, plus a guest.”
There were a few moments of silence before the voice came through the speaker box.
“Is this Chastity's guest?”
“Yes,” Wade confirmed.
“Noted. Chastity has used her seasonal and will not be eligible to bring another guest for three hundred sixty-five days from now. Please hold the guest’s identification to the screen.”
I quickly retrieved my driver’s license and handed it to Wade. He held it up to the screen, and a red line appeared to be scanning it. The gates squeaked open, and Wade passed me back my identification.
A winding road led us to the building. As we approached, I was in awe. This place was massive. Oh, my fucking God. Just from the road, it looked impressive. When we got out of the car, I glanced at Chastity, and we shared a laugh.
“Chastity, I had no idea this place would look so…” I was at a loss for words as I stared at the massive structure.
“Incredible?” she offered.
I nodded. Though surrounded and hidden by a fortress of trees, my mind didn't wander at all. The building had commanded my attention, and I wondered if it was a sign of what was on the other side of the doors. Seven was amazing on the outside, and I couldn't wait to go in.
When I crossed the threshold of Seven, I tried not to look as excited as my heartbeat was telling me that I was. I was eager to get inside Seven and off the elaborate porch…and away from the woods.
The club’s lights were dim, and the walls in the foyer were adorned with photographs of men. They all were shirtless, and damn, these guys were something. They all were handsome, rugged and hot a hell.
“This is the wall of Doms. All of the Doms are shown here with our lineage,” Wade had explained in a low voice and then motioned for me to follow him. We had stopped in front of a picture, and Wade lifted his eyebrows at me. This is me, and my father is above me, and above him is my grandfather.”
I brushed my finger gently over the name plate under Wade’s photo that read:
Dunkel Family - Wade Arnold Dunkel
There were tons of history among these walls here. Seven was more than a BDSM club. Seven was part of these men’s heritage. I stood back and gazed in awe up the wall. It looked like all
the current Doms had their photos about chest level along the wall and then above them went their families line. I was amazed! I had no idea Chastity belonged to such an incredible club.
Was it even a club at this point? I walked along the wall, looking at the current Doms and their well-defined chests. This was a society.
Chastity and Wade walked around with me a bit and pointed out various stations and who certain people were. They guided me to a section that was roped off for the small bar area, and we sat down at a high-top table. My eyes were so busy. I didn't know where to focus. All I know is faintly in the distance I could hear moans and screams…and it was making me ache between my legs.
I saw a small banner above the bar that had next weekend’s date on it and said “Initiate Night” on it.
“What's Initiate Night?” I had asked.
Chastity and Wade looked back and forth and shared a smile.
“What? Why are you guys looking like that?”
“Each quarter Seven holds an Initiate Night where new females are Initiated into the club. Current female members bring in a friend that they deem would possibly be a good fit for the club and a good Initiate. The Doms each can select an Initiate, and then they follow through with training their Initiate to be their submissive,” Chastity explained.
I gazed around the room and looked at all the women. Each of these women had been initiated into their club. This place was incredible; the place was filled with tradition.
“Once a Dom completes training of his first Initiate, he earns that tattoo you saw on all those pictures. Then for each additional female he Initiates, he earns another tattoo mark.”
“Wow, this place is just…wow.”
“Leeds.” Wade grabbed my attention with his big brother voice again. “This isn't like the club's you're used to.”
“I know, you mentioned that. Which is why I think I love this place.”
“You've been here twenty minutes. You haven't seen anything yet,” Wade shot me a look. “Chastity, we have something we need to take care of.”
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