Jacqueline’s Quest

by TL Reeve

  He pushed through a double door and the atmosphere changed dramatically. There was a distinct difference between the areas. If pheromones had a smell, it would be the scent blanketing the main area they stepped into. Along the wall to her right was a sitting area where subs and Doms sat together carrying on various conversations while off to the left, was a hallway and a small area with a bunch of equipment she had no clue what it could be used for. Torture, probably. The idea made her shiver and she wasn’t sure if it turned her on or repulsed her.

  She stumbled forward and Luca caught her. “Easy, Jaq. You’re in charge here, remember?”

  She did. But saying she was in charge and doing it were two different things. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t be,” Thomas said. “How about we have a seat at the bar and wait for Murray and AJ. It shouldn’t take too long.”

  “Perfect,” Jaqueline said. “I don’t think my legs are steady enough to traipse through this place on my own yet.”

  Once they sat down, a bartender approached and took their orders. The place was subdued. Again, she hadn't been sure what she'd expect from the place, but soft jazz and conversation weren't it. Was she missing something? Did they come on the wrong night?

  "It's not time," Luca stated as though he'd read her mind. "Usually the good stuff happens at about ten o'clock."

  “Why so late?” Jaqueline cocked a brow.

  Luca shrugged. “If there are no events planned, why not wait?”

  “We start about nine,” Thomas added, “at my club. Others are earlier. It mostly depends on the owners.

  "Interesting." Jaqueline glanced out over the main floor. From the outside, it appeared different—more like a rich person's home, than anything else. The open layout with marble pillars stabilizing the second-floor walkway gave way to thick wooden cross beams. Some of them had rings through them while others were for decoration. Though the second floor like the first was open, the rooms appeared to be private, if the keypads were any indication. No one seemed to be going into them from what she could tell, instead, there were some content to walk around and talk.

  It was then she also noticed the clientele. They didn't look like Thomas or Luca. They had a grittiness to them she was more than familiar with. "Tell me more about this place."

  Luca smirked. “You noticed the members. I thought it might take a little bit longer.”

  “I recognize many faces here,” Thomas said. “Most are on the FBI Most Wanted List.”

  Luca chuckled. "This place caters to the underground." Now, the rules made sense. "We have hitmen, high-level gang members, heads of cartels. You name it, they're here. As long as they follow the rules, this is their haven." Luca glanced at Thomas. "I wouldn't talk too loudly about the FBI or lists. Law enforcement of any kind is strictly prohibited here." He tapped the end of Jaqueline's nose and grinned. "Especially you, Cuerpo de Fuerzas Especiales.”

  “This is where you received your information from, isn’t it?” Jaqueline murmured. “Someone told you.”

  Luca gave a nonchalant lift of his shoulder. “Maybe.” Then he looked to the sitting area and grinned. “Ah, here they are.” He stood then and motioned for Thomas and Jaqueline to follow.

  Jaqueline spotted Murray who'd removed his coat, shirt, socks, and shoes. The spit in her mouth dried up and her heart pounded. As he took a step toward them, his pants caught her attention. One, they weren't the ones he'd been wearing when they arrived. They were leather and hung low, clinging to his hips. The front enclosure was laced up by a leather cord, showing off his impressive bulge.

  “Close your mouth dear. You’re letting all of the flies in,” Luca quipped.

  She narrowed her eyes. “Puto. You knew he’d be wearing that, didn’t you?”

  "I could have him change into a pair of booty shorts if you insist?" Luca flicked his gaze back to Murray and groaned. "I bet that bulge would look spectacular in those shorts."

  Jaqueline scrunched up her face. “Are you gay?”

  “I am whatever pleases me,” Luca answered in a clipped tone. “I don’t care if you approve or not.”

  She held up her hand. “Sorry. No, it came out wrong. I didn’t mean it to be an accusation.”

  “Apology accepted. We should pick up your submissives or else they might be eaten alive by the other patrons.” He pointed in the direction of AJ and Murray, and they were already being propositioned.

  “This won’t do, Luca,” Thomas snarled. “Don’t they see my baby girl’s collar? Doesn’t this club abide by the property rule?”

  “Yes, they’re supposed to.” Luca and Thomas strode over to where Murray and AJ stood while Jaqueline brought up the rear.

  She didn't understand the dynamic much less why Thomas would call AJ property. It didn't sit well with her. The girl was her own keeper, she didn't need Thomas fighting all of her battles. When she stepped between Luca and Thomas, Murray went to his knees beside AJ. A flutter of something foreign to her rushed through her and she lifted her chin while placing her hands on her hips.

  “Primo Luca, we can explain,” a man said, taking a step back. “I didn’t realize.”

  “No, you didn’t,” Luca snapped. “The girl is collared.”

  “Baby girl.” Thomas held his hand out to AJ. She took it readily, coming to her feet.

  When she stepped to Thomas, he fisted his hand in her hair and tugged back. Jaqueline's breath hitched. Murray groaned adjusting himself as Thomas devoured AJ in a searing kiss. It was carnal and consuming. It had also been for show. Thomas pulled her body to his, wrapping a possessive arm around her. When he grabbed her ass, even Jaqueline could feel it. The asshole was performing and proving AJ belonged to him.

  AJ stumbled as he broke the kiss with her and had they not been in the middle of the club, Jaqueline would have laughed at the expression on her face. It was a cross between arousal and shock, with a hint of rapture. Whatever Thomas and AJ had going on, it was potent.

  Before Jaqueline could hold her hand out to Murray, Luca was there, helping Murray to his feet. He ran his fingers through Murray’s hair and sighed wistfully. “If only you were my type.”

  The corner of Murray’s mouth twitched. “Too bad, Primo.” Murray stepped behind Jaqueline and wrapped his arm around her middle. The thick bulge at his crotch rubbed across the cleft of her ass. Sparks of pleasure shot through her. She tingled from head to toe then wondered if it was due to being anxious as well. “Sorry, Mistress. I got a little tied up.”

  “Y-you’re forgiven.” She didn’t recognize her voice. It took on a husky quality and her accent became more pronounced.

  “Again, we’re sorry, Primo.” The man who’d taken a step back offered his hand and Luca took it.

  “You’re not yet, but you will be.” Luca turned on his heels and went back to the bar. “I apologize again on behalf of the club. The patrons here are better than this and I know when the owners find out what transpired they too will be upset.”

  “I think AJ and I are going to go find a place to talk and enjoy a scene or three,” Thomas said, clipping the chain to AJ collar.

  "Well, since this has started with a bang." Luca rubbed his hands together. "I think I have the perfect Dom for you to watch tonight."

  "Oh?" Jaqueline figured they'd be watching a woman and her sub, not a guy since everything she'd tried to do with Murray wasn't working with him trying to instruct her. "I thought we would be watching a woman."

  Luca sighed. “For as many women and men we have here, we don’t currently have a Domme.”

  “So, all of the men are Doms?” What did they do when there weren’t available submissives?

  Luca chuckled. "No, not all of the men are Doms, some are also submissive." He started for the hallway. "These are the themed playrooms. Each week they change out and using them is on a first-come, first-serve basis. There are also timers in the rooms. The max time allotted is an hour. If you need more, that is what the bedrooms upstairs are for."

  “Fancy,
” Jaqueline said, as she glanced into the room as they passed them.

  "Very." Luca agreed, stopping at the last room on the right. "Ah, it looks like we're right on time. This is Master Arrington and his sub, Tomas." He pointed to each person as he said their names. "Tonight is a big night for them. They're bringing a third into their relationship."

  “Who is the other?” She pointed to the young guy with dark hair playing with the tie around his neck.

  “Raven,” Luca answered. “I believe. Tonight, Master Arrington is also popping his boy’s top cherry.”

  She blinked. “What?”

  Luca laughed. “Tomas has never been the top. He’s always a bottom.”

  “Esperar.” She held up her hand. “You’re going too fast here. Tomas—”

  “Takes the dicking.” Murray held up his hands when Jaqueline cut her gaze in his direction. “Vulgar, sure, but it is what it is. Tonight, Arrington is going to allow Tomas to fuck their new boy, Raven.”

  “Exactly,” Luca said.

  “Aye dios mío,” Jaqueline muttered. “I don’t think I can do this.”

  “Which part?” Luca leaned against the window. “Watching these men have sex or releasing your prudish ways?”

  “Easy,” Murray grumbled.

  “There has to come a time when Jaq has to loosen up. I understand growing up in a religious household, especially a Catholic one. However, you’re both undercover and on a mission. Sometimes, you have to shed your life and your personal feelings so you can get dirty. This is me helping Jaq get down into the muck.” Luca glanced up. “Now, they’re about to start, I suggest you watch Arrington.”

  The man sat behind a desk looking down at something. He wore a white button-down shirt, but it’d been the only thing she could see he had on. In front of him, both boys...men, shit, they looked so young, sat in the desks provided. They talked to each other, well more like they touched and teased each other.

  “Would you like to hear what’s going on?” Luca asked.

  Jaqueline nodded.

  He opened one box on the door and pulled out three earpieces. He turned them on then handed them to Murray and her right as Arrington smacked a ruler against his oak desk. Jaqueline jerked. The stern look on the older man’s face held her transfixed. With a look, both boys were staring at him. Their lips were parted, and their hands gripped the front of their tables.

  “Every implement in the room can be used on the submissives.” Luca pointed to the ruler. “And there are other things discretely placed around the space for them.”

  "You're both in detention for a reason." Arrington stood up. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a leather harness stretched to the max across the thick wall of his muscular chest. On his biceps were leather cuffs. "Now I've had about enough out of the both of you." He adjusted himself and rubbed his leather-covered crotch. "I think both of you need a different type of punishment to understand the error of your ways."

  She glanced over to Tomas who appeared too anxious to agree to whatever the man had in store for both guys. Yet, even as she watched Arrington yank Tomas from his chair and push him to his knees, she didn’t think she could do the same. It wasn’t her. She didn’t have whatever it took to be that person. Still, she watched as Arrington rubbed Tomas' face across his leather-covered groin while the boy licked and mouthed the thickness.

  Her breath came in soft pants as the scene drew her deeper into their story. Raven undressed Tomas then went to his knees and began giving Tomas a blow job. Surprise filled herself. Were they going to go all the way with people able to watch them? She snorted to herself, did she even have to ask?

  Murray wrapped his hand around her middle as they stood there as though he were gauging her reaction to what she watched unfold. In all reality, she couldn’t explain it. It turned her on. The trust between the three men. The attention Arrington gave both of the submissives and above all the way the older man exuded power. With a simple command, the two younger men did as Arrington said and, when Tomas started probing Raven’s rear with his latex covered cock, she held her breath.

  His thrusts were stabbing—tentative. His hand trembled as he tried to fill Raven. Arrington came up beside Tomas and whispered something into his ear she couldn't hear. Whatever he said, Tomas nodded and took a deep breath. He began again and this time, his movements were fluid, bordering on experienced. The high pitched cry of pleasure falling from Raven and Tomas when the guy finally filled the other submissive, made her tingle from head to toe. Her cheeks heated and her heartbeat picked up the pace.

  “I think she likes it,” Murray murmured.

  “Mmm,” Luca replied. “I believe you’re right.”

  She couldn’t take her eyes off the trio. Arrington came up behind Tomas and gripped his hips. The words that left his mouth, startled her with their force. “I told you to fuck him.”

  Tomas lost his balance and his hands slammed down onto the heavy oak desk as Arrington increased his pace. The sobs of pleasure and cries for mercy were too much for Jaqueline, not because she thought they were being hurt, but because they turned her on. Already she could feel her panties becoming damp. Her nipples were hard, and her insides were coiled in expectation. It was overwhelming.

  Spectacular.

  “M-Master,” Tomas whined. “Please. I’m close. Feel-feels so good. I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can, boy.” He kissed Tomas’ shoulder and nipped the skin. “You said you wanted to know what it felt like being inside a hot, tight ass. Well, is it everything you thought it would be?”

  “I... I... Oh fuck, yes, Master. Please, Master.” Tomas shuddered and shook, while Arrington continued to assist him.

  Raven thrashed below them. His eyes were closed but the moans passing his lips increased in octave the longer Arrington continued to direct Tomas. The whole scene became this hedonistic act. She loved it and feared it all at the same time. Could she do this to Murray? Could she command his body to the point he begged her for release?

  "Come," Arrington muttered as he let go of Tomas' hips. The boy thrust twice more then shoved deep and cried out.

  Below him, Raven let out a soft groan. He reached down and stroked himself through his release and sighed. But, they weren't done. Arrington opened the front of his pants and pulled out his monster cock. He stroked the beast a few times before putting on a condom. He didn't have to say anything as Tomas climbed up onto the desk.

  “What are you feeling, Jaqueline?” Luca asked.

  She couldn’t peel her gaze away from the trio. “Out of control? Scared? Intimidated. I don’t... I mean, they work so well with each other. It’s intense in there. Arrington knows how far he can push Tomas and the guy knows his limits too.”

  Raven removed the condom from Tomas’ semi-hard dick and began licking and sucking him while Arrington fucked Tomas. Her mouth fell open, shocked by what she was watching. Raven also kissed Tomas like the idea of them sharing Tomas’ cum, excited both of them and maybe it did.

  “It comes from years of play. You see a young boy in there, but Tomas is in his mid-twenties. He’s been Arrington’s boy for about four years now. They trust each other. It’s one of the things you and Murray lack right now, but we’ll fix that.” He deposited the earpiece in a can beside the door then motioned Jaqueline to follow. “I have a room for us.”

  “A room for us?” She tilted her head as they continued down the hall. “What kind of room?”

  “It’s plain, but there are toys to play with.” Luca glanced over his shoulder. “Have you discussed your likes and dislikes along with your limits, Murray?”

  “Yep,” Murray stated. “She already knows my hard and soft limits.”

  “Very good,” Luca stated. “Always listen to your submissive, Jaqueline. He told you where his hard limits are. Everything in between is up for pleasure.”

  “Red is my safe word,” Murray added. “If I have to say it, if or when we’ve gone too far.”

  “I’ll be staying to help you
out,” Luca added, stopping beside a darkened room. “We’re here.”

  He opened the door and switched on the light. The space was basic. A black table sat in the middle of the room. On the walls surrounding it were different cabinets all blacked out. Luca flipped another switch on in the room and the table became spotlighted by the dome fixture above the table. If there was meant to be anything else in the room, she couldn't tell.

  “This is the deprivation room.” Luca placed his hand on the table. “Everything you’ll need is in the cabinets.”

  Nervous energy replaced the arousal coursing through her. It was time. Even after watching Arrington, she still didn’t have a firm grasp of what she was supposed to do. She obviously couldn’t force, or tell or whatever it was called, Murray to fuck someone while she enjoyed it. She also couldn’t see herself taking a ruler across his ass either. Yet, she had to figure out something. They needed to work through their awkwardness.

  Murray went to his knees the minute he stepped inside. His legs were spread wide and the thickness at the front of his pants, made her mouth water. It appeared she wasn’t the only one turned on by the scene. She glanced at Luca who’d taken a seat in the only chair in the room. His leg was perched on the table to his right and his hands were folded against his mouth, as though he were saying a silent prayer.

  “This is where you tell him to stand and join you on at the chair under the spotlight,” Luca murmured.

  Right. Shit. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe it was Luca's presence or both men, but she couldn't relax. The self-doubt was suffocating at best and at worse made her feel as though she were drowning. "In the chair, Murray." Her voice trembled and her heartbeat out a rapid tattoo.

  “Do you want me naked on to leave my pants on, Mistress?” He glanced up at her before he stood.

  Well, good question. She didn’t want Murray to feel uncomfortable, but she was also in charge and he knew what he was getting himself into. Still, she couldn’t decide. “W-whatever you—”

  “Stop,” Luca said then joined her. “It’s not whatever he likes, it’s what you want to see. Do you want Murray’s body on display? Do you want him to squirm while you touch him with his clothes on? Do you want his orgasm to be a dirty secret only he and you know about? These are the questions you have to ask yourself.”