“What’s her price tag?” I ask. I know it’s not going to be cheap.
“I was getting there, brother,” Breaker says. He grabs a folder with the specs and hands it to me. I open it up and take a look. I immediately start running the numbers in my head. They all wait for me to say something while I calculate.
“It’s doable, very doable. I’ll set aside the money for the project and some for contingencies. I don’t want to be surprised if something goes wrong. I also think we need to sit down and budget a little better with a few of the other businesses. I’ve noticed some weird shit going on at the strip club.” The Corrupted Saints is not poor by any means. We have a few tattoo shops, merchandise, a strip club, a garage, and a restaurant. I also invested some of our money early on and we are sitting on a healthy stockpile of dough. We keep that money as an “in case of emergency” fund.
“What kind of weird shit?” Tank asks.
“The cash reports haven’t been balancing. I get it if we have a few cents here and there, which never really happens, but this is some serious dough I’m noticing. I’m trying to make sure my numbers aren’t wrong, but you all know I’m rarely wrong.” It’s true, I’m rarely wrong, but I’m trying to give whoever is taking money the chance to put it back.
“Fuck that shit, we need to find out who’s stealing,” Breaker says.
“You run those numbers and get back to us, Rock,” Winger adds.
“Will do.”
“You know he isn’t wrong, y’all are just giving whoever stole a chance to put it back and fix it,” Tank says with his arms across his chest.
“I’ll let you know. For now, we are green lit for the new clubhouse.”
“Great. Let’s get the fuck out of here. I need to see my woman,” Breaker says.
We all get up and head out to our bikes and ride away. I’m the last one to leave. All my brothers in the top ranks of the MC have old ladies. I’m the only one that doesn’t. It’s not because of the lack of women, I have club whores throwing themselves at me left and right. I don’t ever and have never touched a club whore. I have particular tastes. Unless I find someone who shares them or is at least open to them, then I won’t be having an old lady anytime soon.
I hop on my bike and head to my place at the clubhouse and grab my overnight bag. I’m itching for a night out. All the brothers keep a room at the clubhouse in addition to their own homes. I have a house in town, but I never stay in it; I don’t think I’ve ever stayed a night in it. I also keep an apartment in the city.
I head to Esclavage in the next town over. It’s a member’s only club, and I pay a premium price to keep my anonymity. I never take my bike, so I hop into my Audi R8 and head over. I’ve never hurt for money since joining the MC. I took my first share of the cut and invested, and since then I just keep doubling and tripling my money. After so many years, I have enough money to comfortably last me a few lifetimes.
After a little over an hour drive, I get to my place in the city. The doorman recognizes me, but I don’t worry about him and him talking. He had to sign an NDA to even get the job. I head up to my apartment and get dressed. Esclavage has a strict dress code, no jeans, no t-shirts, and no sneakers. I’m in and out in twenty minutes. I hop back into my car and head over to Esclavage.
I pull up to the front and give the valet my keys. I show the doorman my key card and head in. Everyone must leave their phone, and no electronic devices are allowed in. I worked with them to create a scanner that allows them to scan every person coming in for electronic devices. As soon as I pass security, I’m immediately greeted by Madame West.
“Eli darling, how are you?” Eli is my given name. I don’t ever use Eli except here.
Madame West is wearing an all-black leather jumpsuit with a red lip. She gives me air kisses.
“I’m great. How are you, Madame West?”
“Things are wonderful. The security system you created for us is fantastic. Are you in the mood for anything particular tonight, my dear?” she asks, inspecting her long red stiletto nails.
“I’m not looking for anything specific tonight.” I honestly just needed to get away for a little.
“Ahhh, okay. Well, you let me know if you want something or someone. You know, I’ve never had you as my master,” she says as she walks away, sashaying her ass. She’s a switch, she’ll be a dominant or a submissive, depending on the person or mood.
I head into the main bar and am instantly greeted with a full house of men and women. The women are dressed to the nines. Esclavage is one of the most exclusive, if not the most exclusive, BDSM club in the United States. Only the rich, famous, and those with pull are invited to become members. It’s a tightknit community. Non-members may attend but only with a full-fledged member. You pay a lifetime membership and it’s not cheap. I discovered this club years ago when one of the members and I had sex after meeting in a bar. I didn’t know she was part of the scene, but she brought me in and I’ve been a member ever since.
I’ve always had particular tastes sexually, always a Master and Dominant, never a slave, submissive, or switch. I like the control and power to give someone pleasure and take it away. I like them to beg for it, to work for it, and I love to give it. I love testing the limits of pleasure and pain, it gets me off.
I make my way to the bar.
“What can I get ya tonight, Eli?” the bartender asks. He is a relic in this place.
“Whiskey neat.”
“Coming right up.”
He brings my drink immediately. “Thanks, my man.” I slip him a fifty-dollar tip.
I spin around in my chair and take a look at the room. There is a mix of doms and subs tonight. If a person is wearing a bracelet on their left hand, they are off limits. If they aren’t wearing a bracelet, they are free reign. I see some people naked and some that aren’t. There are many rooms in the club as well. Some rooms for voyeurs, some rooms where you can participate with couples, dungeons, and anything else you can imagine. It’s a very controlled environment but not in a restricting way. It creates an atmosphere of respect and trust and, most of all, pleasure and safety.
I grab my drink and walk around to the rooms where you can watch the couples fuck. I haven’t had sex in about a month. I also haven’t played in over a month. I’d kill to have my own sub to train and give pleasure to. I’ve done it a few times. My last one was years ago, but she left and I haven’t had one since. I don’t believe in the BDSM lifestyle outside the bedroom, I’m strictly a master in private. Don’t get me wrong, I take care of my subs outside the bedroom and make sure they don’t want for anything, but I don’t punish them in public unless I have their explicit permission.
I see a couple fucking in a red-and-black room. He has her legs suspended and tied open and he’s hitting her clit lightly with a whip. He also has nipple clamps on her titties that he tugs on. It looks fucking amazing. She has a gold bracelet on her wrist meaning she is off limits for fucking, but he wants to be watched if he’s in here. I grab a seat in the room and sit down to watch. My cock gets hard immediately.
I start stroking my dick through my pants. As soon as I do, he starts to fuck her. I unzip my pants and start to stroke my dick. It feels fucking amazing. He flips her over and starts to spank her and keeps ordering her to not orgasm. She is making eye contact with me and watches me stroke my dick. Yes, he’s depriving her until he tells her to come. It’s the ultimate control. She’s going to want to come, but he’s going to bring her to the brink and then stop. It creates the ultimate orgasm once she’s allowed to come. He starts to fuck her harder and brings a vibrator up to her clit. I stroke my dick faster. I’m going to come. I grab a tissue to make sure I don’t come on myself. She is moaning louder, and he finally gives her the okay. That does it for me, and as she shakes with orgasm, I come myself. I clean myself up, zip up my dick, and down my whiskey. I walk out and leave, having gotten what I needed, for now.
Chapter 4
&n
bsp; Emma
I’m having a tough time sleeping, it’s too quiet here. I’m used to a lot of noise while I sleep. It’s to the point where I need some kind of white noise or sound to sleep. I think I might have to get one of those sleeping machines. I grab my cellphone, it’s 5 a.m.
I was able to clean up the place a little yesterday. I still have a lot to do. I think I need to hire a contractor or a repairman to come fix the floor. I also need to get someone in here to set up my internet and the security. I’m alone out here, and I don’t like feeling vulnerable. The house that my aunt left me is in the middle of town but hidden behind a row of these gorgeous trees. The place is like a glass house, there are so many windows. It’s one floor and has a gorgeous wrap-around porch. There are three bedrooms and two bathrooms. I can tell she was working on the house because there is an updated kitchen that is absolutely gorgeous and the exterior was freshly painted blue. I love it here aside from the quiet.
I’m so used to a routine, being in the military. I quickly dress into my workout clothes and plan on going for a run. I put in my headphones and head out. I run four miles, making pretty good time, and am sweating bullets by the time I get back home. I shower and get ready for the day. I really need to get Wi-Fi set up. I head out to the bakery again and plan on using the Wi-Fi there to research a little.
Once I reach the bakery, I notice there are two bikes out front. I wonder if the bikers are here again. I head inside, and sure enough, they are. Two of them are sitting at the table talking. One of them is Liz’s boyfriend or husband and the other is Rock. Rock is gorgeous, totally my type if I had one. He has to be at least 6’2” or taller and looks to be around thirty. I can tell he has tattoos on one arm; they are peeking out from under his shirt. He’s muscular but more on the leaner side compared to his friends. He has very short hair and deep blue eyes. I’ve never seen eyes like that, they look like contacts. Everyone turns toward me once I step inside.
“Hey, girl, you came back,” Liz greets me.
“Yeah, I was craving something sweet and a good cup of coffee,” I say to her as I look at the food.
“What can I get ya?”
“I’ll take a cinnamon roll and a large black coffee, no sugar or cream.”
Liz grabs my food and serves it up to me.
“Are you staying or going?”
“It’ll be for here. I need to do some research for Wi-Fi for my house and hire someone for my floors and security system.”
“Hey, Rock, do you recommend anyone for Emma here?”
“Oh, no, it’s okay, you don’t have to do that.”
“Oh, it’s no worry, he’s a genius when it comes to security systems and anything techy.”
Rock walks up the counter. “What did ya need?” he asks me.
“I just moved into my aunt’s house and need a security system and Wi-Fi to be set up.”
He stares at me for a moment, I think he’s thinking.
“Where do you live?”
“In the Parker house,” I reply.
“Oooh, I know Sarah, how’s she doin? The brothers and I were helping her fix up the place.”
“My aunt passed.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. So, you’re Sarah’s niece?”
“Yeah, it seems like everyone knew my aunt around here.”
“Honey, your family was a founding family, and they have close ties to our MC.”
“What do you mean?”
“You really don’t know?”
“No, I don’t. My aunt never told me anything about my family. My parents died when I was young.”
“Your aunt was an old lady to one of the founders of the club.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means she had the heart of a Corrupted Saint.”
“How is that possible? She never talked about a man in her life.”
“She sure did, Patty was her old man. He was a founding brother of the club. Your family is also one of the founding families of the town. If you’re staying in Sarah’s house, you are in one of the historic homes in town. They are protected and deemed historical. The club has been helping her fix it up. We are so used to not hearing from her for long periods of time, I didn’t think something would have happened to her.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
“Buzz, this girl’s aunt was Miss Sarah.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, Miss Sarah passed,” Rock says.
“Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”
“Thank you. I had no idea anyone would have known her, she was always in the city when I was there.”
“Your aunt had been spending a lot of time fixing up her house. The club was helping her out,” Buzz says.
“Rock just told me that. I’m still in shock. My aunt had this whole other life that I didn’t know about. I guess that’s what happens when you travel for work.”
“Do you need help fixing up the old place?” Buzz asks.
“I need help with the security and Wi-Fi,” I tell them both.
“Well, you got the best man for the job right here,” Buzz says, slapping Rocks back.
“That’s what Liz was saying. I don’t want to impose on you, but I’ll pay you whatever you ask. I don’t want to spend too much time without security and I’m dying without Wi-Fi at home.” I don’t like being alone, and being alone in a house and town I’m not familiar with unsettles me a little. I may have been in the military and in a few different war zones, but you always have someone watching your back. I do keep a firearm and try to stay relatively active, but when I’m asleep, anything can happen.
“I don’t mind at all. When can I come by to take a look?” Rock says.
“Anytime you want. I’ll be there all day today and for the rest of the week. I’m doing a major cleanup and have been moving my stuff in.”
“I can be by around one.” He looks at his watch.
“That works. Thank you so much.”
“No problem.”
I move to sit at one of the café tables by the window and dig into my cinnamon roll. I manage to do quite a bit of online shopping. Thank goodness for Amazon Prime; everything should be at my house in two days. I spend the next hour in the shop and then head back to my house.
Chapter 5
Rock
I keep running into Emma in town. I don’t know anything about her except she was in the military and her aunt was an old lady. Liz dragged me into helping her out with her security system. I couldn’t say no. I find myself a bit protective over the new girl, there’s something different about her, and it draws me in. Also, setting up the security is the least I can do since we all knew her aunt. She would always serve us up some pecan pie with homemade ice cream. It was absolutely delicious.
It’s one o’clock and I’m pulling up to her house. I for sure thought her aunt would be buried in town since the family was a founding family. I’m going to have to look into that and into why we didn’t know she had passed.
I take off my helmet and hop off my bike at the same time that Emma comes out the front door looking disheveled. She’s wearing a pair of ripped jeans and a white tank top that is showing off her curves. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun and she doesn’t have any shoes on; she’s rubbing the back of her head.
“You alright there?” I ask her, genuinely concerned.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m having trouble with some curtains in the bedroom, the rod fell on my head.”
I walk up the porch with my computer bag and the new security system I bought for her.
“Let me help you.”
“Thanks, that’d be great. It’s this way.”
I follow behind her until we reach her bedroom and I see the fallen curtain rod. I examine them for a moment and notice she’s missing a screw.
“You’re missing a screw.”
“How is that possible? I have everything that came with them right here, piece of
shit curtains.” She looks extremely frustrated.
“Hang on, I might have an extra one.” I grab my bag and search through it for a moment.
“You keep extra screws with you?” she asks curiously.
“I sure do when I’m going to be installing cameras for you.” I go to the window and screw in the missing screw. “What do you know? They work. You know, you should get something more private so people can’t see in.” She has white curtains covering her window.
“I don’t think anyone is going to be wanting to see me.”
I stare at her for a moment and raise my eyebrow. Neither of us say anything.
“Okay. Shall we get started on the security?” she asks me, changing the subject.
“Yeah.” We walk back to the main living area. “What areas do you want covered?”
“Well, I was just hoping for a normal security system that I keypad in and out of and alerts me to doors and windows being opened.” Oh no, she’s getting cameras and top-of-the line equipment. I can’t leave her unprotected.
“I don’t do normal. You’ll get the keypad, but you are also getting perimeter cameras and remote connection to your cell phone.”
“You really don’t have to do all that. That’s too expensive for me to afford right now.”
It isn’t for me, but she doesn’t know that.
“Don’t worry about it, consider it a housewarming, welcome-to-town gift.”
“I couldn’t possibly accept that.” She looks uncomfortable.
“Please allow me to install this. I don’t want to have to return it all and then feel like an asshole when you aren’t as safe as you could be,” I say back to her.
“Alright, master, do as you please,” she says as she brings her hands together and bows like a karate kid does before a match. She has no idea how much I love to please and get called master.
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