by Avery Aster
"Spoken like a true possessive Dom."
Dex reared back and turned from staring holes into the back of Bonnie's head. "I am not her Dom. You of all people know the deal. It just happens to be her night and she's more than ready for it. In a few hours, I'll have her taken care of and all of this can be forgotten." Not that he really believed either of them would be sated as easily as in the past. He'd already set a plan in motion for an entirely new scene for them tonight.
"Not yours." Gabe didn't say it as a question. Instead it was a statement that mocked his thoughts. "If that's the case, then it's time to start turning her over to one. I've had many good prospects inquire about her and she needs something more permanent."
"She isn't some sort of club girl to be passed around to the members to be tried out or sold at auction, you know. She's special. And she's still grieving."
"Maybe. Maybe not. But something's got to be done," Gabe said, his lips pinching into a deep frown. "She can't let this hold her back indefinitely."
"I said I'd take care of it and I meant it. She'll be back to normal by her next shift."
"I hope you're right. Although—" Gabe shifted and turned. "I think she's at her crossroad and a decision needs to be made." With that Gabe clapped him on the shoulder and wandered off, probably to deal with some other problem he needed to referee.
Maybe he was right. She deserved to find someone who fulfilled her more than once a month. Someone who'd care for her with the kid gloves she deserved. Dex shook his head. Definitely not him. Except he couldn't stop thinking about touching her. Most of his waking moments were consumed with the desire to sink his teeth into her. Along with his dick.
Tonight was the night. He felt it clear to his bones. He'd waited a long time for this and the anticipation had reached a head. Tonight she'd beg him to fuck her and once he did, he could finally step aside and let the right man take his place...
He stared at the cross and considered Bonnie walking out of his life for good. Another man's hands on her lush body.
Shit. Now all he wanted to do was punch someone.
Chapter Two
The exclusive dungeon on the third level was reserved for strictly vetted members who could not only afford the exorbitant membership fees to belong, but understood the expectations that came with being in such a private club. Because many of the Purgatory staff worked together like an extended family, many employees were quietly offered a complimentary membership as a job perk. Bonnie's privileges had been extended through Jim, which Gabe, the general manager, had encouraged her to keep after her Dom's passing. A benefit she'd not taken advantage of for a long time.
The circular stairs leading up to the dungeon reminded her how different she found Purgatory from what she expected. The club downstairs catered to typical expectations with a dark atmosphere complete with concrete walls, old wood everywhere you looked and the space often bathed in red light. Up here, the world became elegant and sophisticated.
She turned the knob and stepped into something more like an old world ballroom instead of a dungeon. With thick vintage draperies covering the walls and opulent chandeliers softly lighting the space, it felt a little like stepping back in time when men were men and women were...well, something else. If not for the handcrafted bulky play equipment dotting the sides of the room, she'd think she'd snuck into an elegant club not meant for the likes of her.
Under normal circumstances, she couldn't imagine someone from the west side of town ever invited into a place like this. Despite decades of progress, there was still a lot of separation between those with lots of money and those without. This kind of pure decadence floored her. The owners of Purgatory had spared no expense to make their affluent members feel right at home. There were attendants available to cater to any desire a member wished to fulfill. Women volunteered in droves to be a house submissive, designated by the white flower clipped into their hair. The male submissives wore a white bow tie to signify the same.
The thought had crossed her mind on more than one occasion to volunteer. She'd even approached Gabe about the possibility. He'd gently steered her away from that position and suggested she first get to know someone before getting involved in her first new scene. Bonnie admired that his instincts about her were spot on. She needed to feel a certain level of trust before she let someone touch her. Some of that stemmed from a far from ideal childhood with two parents who had extreme difficulty showing affection to each other, let alone anyone else.
Which is why doing this once a month thing with Dex kind of worked for her. Bonnie shook away the immediate thought that she was kidding herself. The man should have been perfect for this situation. She knew him well, he clearly had no desire for a relationship and he didn't seem to mind that she didn't have the perfect size six body.
Except for one thing. She had no idea how long Dex had been a member here, but they'd met the first night Jim brought her to Purgatory. That night remained fixed in her memory forever. Her Dom had not only brought her to this place so they could scene in public. He'd wanted to watch her scene with others. Dex in particular.
So when Cass had suggested she go to him for help, she feared crossing over a line she'd drawn a long time ago. The man had made her body sing from night one and she'd felt guilty for it ever since. It was shameful to admit that a man not her Dom had done more for her libido than any other.
The luxurious space was filling up with familiar faces. She smiled to some as she passed different stations, and averted her eyes to the floor for others on her way to the back corner. For her sake, Dex always chose the cross partially shrouded from the rest of the group by two walls and a couple of strategically placed plants. Others were still welcomed to observe any of these spaces, but there was something about that corner that made people realize that scene was more private than others.
A variety of themed rooms were also available at the back of the space for those who wanted to take their scenes even further—and without the possibility of anyone watching. Everyone's comfort level when it came to their play differed, and Purgatory was more than willing to accommodate them all.
She passed one sub kneeling on the floor with a bright pink ball gag lodged in her mouth. Immediately she recognized her friend Cass and smiled. She had actually met her Dom here at Purgatory a while back and things were going really well between her and her Sir. Tomorrow they'd probably share lunch and compare marks. Funny how much had changed. These days, Bonnie loved to play pretty hard and delighted in any lingering marks or soreness that kept the scene alive for as long as possible.
She turned the corner and barely stopped herself before she collided into an unfamiliar back. Instinct had an apology already forming on her tongue when she caught sight of what was happening. What the hell? There was a woman already strapped to her cross and a large crowd had formed to watch. She searched the people in front of her and saw no sign of Dex. Her sigh of relief that he wasn't about to scene with someone else didn't escape her. Her stomach had immediately knotted at the idea she'd been replaced for the night.
Bonnie took a few deep breaths and tried to still her racing heart.
"Hello, my Bonnie sub."
She jumped at the sound of his voice mere inches from her ear. Although she'd recognize that deep, sexy tone anywhere, it still shocked her when he directed it toward her.
"Surprised?"
She didn't know what she was anymore. Surprised? Confused? Crazy? Take your pick she wanted to say. "Yes." She stuck with the one simple word that didn't show just how tongue-tied she felt.
"You and I are going to do something different tonight," Dex said.
"Different?" Her stomach plummeted to her feet. She didn't want different. She wanted Dex's whip on her back, his body pressing into hers as she flew apart in his arms. It's all she'd thought about for days.
"Bu—" The protest died on her lips when his fingers grabbed her right hip in a grip tight enough to bruise.
"Do you trust me to give you what
you need?" he asked. His tone wasn't friendly but annoyed.
She nodded, too nervous to speak. He'd moved closer and the heat coming from his body surrounded her back. Another step and he'd be pressing into her. Her heartbeat went crazy and her head fogged up, making it difficult to remember why she wanted to protest.
"Good. Now undress."
His command shocked her to the core. Had she heard him correctly? "Right here?" she managed between compressed lips.
"Yes, right here. I'm not going to have to repeat everything tonight, am I?"
His hard, unyielding tone sent a flutter to her core. It wasn't as if he'd never ordered her to get naked before. In fact, every time they got together he expected her naked and ready on his cross. She turned her head from side to side. But this felt so different. They weren't at a station, or in the middle of a scene, they were standing in a crowd watching another woman get flogged rather vigorously.
"Bonnie." The sound of her name on his lips was enough to pull her from her thoughts.
"Yes, Sir," she said. She reached for the waistband of her skirt and peeled it down over too ample hips. Bonnie gritted her teeth against her negative thoughts. She wasn't going to focus on thick thighs or big butts right now. The Dom behind her wanted her naked and that meant something. He wasn't really trying to humiliate her. He liked what he liked and wanted what he wanted and he expected her to comply. They'd had this talk more than once.
When the fabric pooled at her feet he bent down and retrieved the sheer material. "Keep going."
With her gaze focused in front of her, she reached back and untied the strings of her corset. When it was loose enough for her to work with, she began unhooking all the fasteners that ran from the top edge to the bottom front. Already her lungs thanked her as she breathed a sigh of relief.
With the last hook undone she pulled it free and laid it in his outstretched hand. Now she stood in a crowded room with nothing on but high-heeled strappy sandals she'd bought just for tonight. Dex had a thing for heels and he always seemed to approve of her taste in them. They never came off in a scene.
"Lift your hair," he said.
Little butterflies took flight in her stomach as she reached back and did as he asked. The movement thrust her breasts forward.
"This is just for tonight. No matter what happens I want everyone to know who you belong to while in this dungeon."
She barely had a moment to be confused when something rubbed against her throat before he quickly wrapped it around her neck and snapped it together. Her hand flew to the thin leather collar he'd just put around her. Her mind whirled with the implications.
"Just for tonight, Bonnie," he said again. The warmth of his breath bathed the back of her neck as more nerves lit up and her blood rushed to her exposed nipples and bare sex.
"Let's go." He once again grabbed her hip and steered her away from their familiar alcove. It only took a few seconds to realize his intent as the entrance to the private themed rooms drew near.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Before they could make it through the entrance, Gabe appeared from nowhere, or so it seemed. "Good to see you again, Dex."
Gabe turned to look at her. With her face flaming hot and probably bright red, Bonnie averted her eyes and looked down. Something about standing naked with Dex holding her in a fierce grip made her feel more submissive than ever. And of course Gabe had an amazing presence in his own right. He wasn't just her boss though. He'd pretty much taken on the role of her protector since Jim died.
Did he see the collar? Oh God. What did it mean?
"Not using the cross tonight?" Gabe asked.
"No. I'm in the mood to do something different with her."
That word again. Different. It struck as much anticipation in her as it did fear. What in the world did he want to do?
"Bonnie?"
She lifted her eyes at Gabe's implied question and met his gaze. The vibrant blue kind of unnerved her. She grabbed Dex's bicep and squeezed before realizing it.
"Easy sub," Dex said. "Gabe is your friend. He just wants to make sure you're okay."
"Fine. I'm fine." What more could she say? Yes, I'm naked and being led to God knows where and I'm scared out of my mind because I have a collar around my neck, but if you stop this, I will cry. That probably wouldn't go over very well with either man.
"Check in with me when you're done," Gabe said.
Bonnie swallowed. She nodded even though she wasn't sure which one of them Gabe had referred to. It was too hard to think. Dex's hand held her tight, burning her skin alive. Moisture had already formed between her legs and everything throbbed for more. Her nipples were hard as stone and ached to be touched. Her legs were beginning to feel like rubber the longer she stood. And her head swam with wild ideas for what might come next.
The scene had already begun.
Chapter Three
Dex on the other hand, looked pissed. His hand holding her tightened and the other one balled into a fist. She appreciated Gabe had her best interests at heart, but Bonnie's head was already with Dex when her boss interrupted. She imagined Dex did not appreciate the interference.
He led her through the darkened hallway and into the last room on the right, closing the door behind him. The first thing she noticed was the quiet. The frenetic music of the dungeon had disappeared and been replaced by a barely there sound of soft music that reminded her of the pleasure he always gave her. Dozens of candles on various surfaces all around the room lit the space. In any other place, they might have seemed romantic, but not here. He'd brought her to the medical themed room where an examination table stood like a sentinel in the center, stirrups and all.
"Why are we here?" she asked. The jitters in her stomach has picked up their pace. He was changing the scene and she didn't understand why.
"Because this is where I want you. We're way past time for a change. And I don't expect an argument."
"But I like the cross."
For the first time tonight a semi-smile ghosted across his face, softening his features a tiny bit. "I know you do, little one, and that's exactly why we’re here. You've been controlling our scenes for way to long. Tonight it's happening one hundred percent my way."
Her brows pulled together in confusion. She didn't control anything. Hadn't he made that perfectly clear when he'd visited her station earlier?
"Don't look so worried. I know you trust me. So don't get all jack-rabbitty now. You have a safe word and I expect you to use it if you need to. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir." She didn't want to use it though. Not if it meant she had to go home unsatisfied. She needed this so damned bad. The need threatened to claw through her gut any moment now.
"Good. Now up on the table, flat on your back. I want you to grab your knees and spread your thighs as wide as you comfortably can."
She stared at him for only a moment as she visualized the position that would put her in.
"That's right. This is nothing like standing on the cross and it isn't supposed to be. So stop looking at me like that and do as you’re told."
Bonnie walked slowly toward the table as instructed, thinking about how exposed and vulnerable she was about to be. She climbed up and got into position. Finally grabbing onto her knees and pulling them apart.
"That's a good girl. Now hook your arms underneath your knees and pull them back while keeping those legs spread."
She followed his instructions exactly and gasped when her pussy spread further and the cool air of the room hit her extra sensitive flesh. Where her body had throbbed earlier was nothing compared to the now full-blown pressure. Dex approached her and the blood rushed to her sex. Open, exposed and aching, she didn't know what to do.
"I'm going to restrain your legs like this. If at any time it becomes too uncomfortable, you let me know. I can loosen your limbs or massage your muscles until any pain goes away. Understood?"
She nodded.
"Not good enough tonight. I want to hear the words ‘Yes or no, Sir,’ every time I ask you to do something for me. In complete sentences please."
"Okay, Sir. If anything starts to hurt that isn't supposed to, I will let you know."
He paused wrapping one of the leather straps around her leg and stared at her for a moment. "Still feeling sassy tonight?" He resumed strapping her legs down in their folded position. "I'm more than happy to do something about that. A gag perhaps?"
She shook her head. "Not exactly. Just nervous. You caught me by surprise is all."
"Which of course was my intention. You, actually we, have become complacent in our scenes and your progress has been stunted. Tonight that ends."
This time she didn't say anything. Dex was in a strange mood and she didn't know how to take him. Her tendency towards sarcasm these days could land her in trouble if she didn't choose her words carefully.
"Now lift your arms and grab hold of the bar above your head."
Bonnie followed his gaze and found the bar she hadn't even noticed. She grabbed the handles and patiently as possible waited while he shackled her wrists in place.
"I'm going to leave your torso free for now, but if I think you're going to hurt yourself, I won't hesitate to bind you and those gorgeous tits to the table." He reached for one of her nipples and tweaked it hard as he spoke. The instant shot of pain coursed through her and she opened her mouth on a moan. Moments later, her body adjusted and the flash of pain turned to warmth that quickly spread through her torso and limbs. Never before Dex had she realized that pain like this could feel so damned good. She'd always thought pain meant punishment only, and she’d feared it. He had taught her otherwise.
"That's just a warm up. Tonight, I intend to use you much harder than usual. Are you ready?"
"Yes, Sir. I'm ready." She watched him walk over to a small side table and dig through his bag. She hadn't noticed him bring that in. This must have been planned long before she'd arrived. What else didn't she know about tonight?
He produced a thick flogger with dozens of strands all knotted at the end. It wasn't that large, but she knew exactly how wicked those little knots could be. And he was going to flog her front instead of her back...
