by C. M. Allen
God no, it can't be her.
She would never come to a place like this, and I knew for a fact she was no friend of Logan's. I moved forward, trying to get a better look at her without being noticed. Just as I’d gotten about twelve feet away, she turned around to tell her friend something and my world came to a screeching halt, tilting on its axis with disbelief sinking into my mind at a rapid pace. "It's really her." I mumbled to myself.
Sloane was really here.
Right in front of me.
Inside these walls of my dark world.
Watching her, I could tell that she felt somewhat uncomfortable and out of place yet interested enough to keep watching the scenes as they walked by. Logan, put his hand on her shoulder, pointing to something and a fire began to burn through my blood like an inferno at the idea that he was putting his hands on what was mine.
Trying to get my anger under control at the fact that she's here without my guidance and that someone else was touching her, I took a deep cleansing breath and moved to approach her and just lay all my cards out. Even though I wasn’t ready for this, I knew it couldn't wait any longer. I could see that now.
CHAPTER
6
Sloane
Janessa, and Margo, decided that they wanted to go down the hall with the scene rooms first. As we walked along, we came across the first scene of a man walking a woman around on all fours like a dog with a leash, and then making her give him head. As I watched them, I couldn't help but think of how degrading it was for her to be doing that, him controlling her every move. But then somewhere inside the thought of it kind of turned me on to think of turning over that kind of control to a man. That's when his face popped into my mind again.
Archer.
I could actually visualize myself with him, allowing him to control me in such a way. Even though it might not be in the same way these two were playing, but something just as sinister. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more turned on It was making me. Moving forward, we came to the next scene where a woman had been tied face down on a bench with her legs spread wide open for everyone to see. I couldn't help but blush at such a sight. Not that I was a prude or anything, but this bordered on kinky porn, and I'd never even watched regular porn before. It made me a little uncomfortable, yet a little turned on and curious, too. "This is so hot." Janessa blurted. "Don't you think, Sloane?" she asked, poking me in the side, tickling me, and causing me to laugh.
When I got myself under control and looked around, I was met with glares from others that told me that I was being very rude right now for laughing and I couldn't help but get a little pissed at Janessa for causing it. "Thanks a lot, Jen. Everyone looked like they were going to kick my ass just now." I growled at her in a low voice with a glare.
"Sorry, hon. I guess I didn't realize you couldn't laugh here. But yeah, note taken."
Logan, leaned down, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, and directed my attention back to the scene in front of us. "Will you just look at that. He is so in control of her body."
I knew that I needed to ask him more about this place. "Is that what you do here? Control women's bodies like that?"
Chuckling a low laugh, he bent down to speak in my ear in a low commanding tone. "If you ever want me to give you a tour of one of the dungeons, I'd be happy to show that beautiful body of yours just how much I could and would control it." A shiver ran through my body as I stared into his eyes. I couldn't tell if what I was feeling was from fear or that I just got really turned on at the thought of a man, well not any man, but Archer... Stopping in mid thought, I looked up to see Archer, walk up and greet Logan. He was dressed in all black like the other men that call themselves Dom's here. He looked so good that I felt my insides melt for him, just like they always did when he was near.
Not taking his eyes off of me, he shook Logan's hand. "Are all these lovely ladies here with you this evening?"
"Yes. This is my friend Margo, and she invited these two ladies to come along with her tonight, Janessa, and Sloane."
He took Janessa’s hand in his first and she went on full flirt, but his eyes were still burning into me even as he took Margo's hand and greeted her, before turning to me. "And Sloane, I was hoping that I could have a moment with you, that is if Logan here doesn't mind?"
Nodding his head, he replied. "No, I don't mind, but Archer, she's only a guest here tonight, she's not a sub."
Winking back at Logan before grabbing my wrist to lead me away, he snapped back. "Got it."
Gripping my wrist tighter, Archer led me down a series of hallways, making me lose track of even hoping to find my way back. "Where are you taking me, Archer?" When he looked back at me, I saw the anger that filled his eyes at finding me in a place like this. But then I thought to myself.
What’s he doing here?
Finally coming to a door, he opened it up to what looked to be an office. Motioning for me to go in, I walked in ahead of him and heard the door shut behind me.
Turning around to face him, I could still see the anger rolling off of him, but there was also desire burning behind those eyes for me as they roamed over my body, undressing me with a fire as they went. Stalking closer to me, he finally questioned. "What the hell are you doing here, Sloane?"
Taken a back by his accusing tone, I answered. "My friend, Janessa, invited me. Why, what are you doing here?"
Getting closer, he pushed me up against the wall, grabbing me by my waist. "You don't get to ask the questions here, angel. You only get to answer them."
Annoyed that he thought he could just come in here and drag me off like some caveman, I glared back at him. "Just who do you think you are coming in here...?"
Placing his finger on my lips to silence me, he replied in a commanding voice that I had heard him use only a few times before, and it always got my attention. "Like I said, I'll be the one to ask the questions." Staring at him, I could tell he was in no mood for any back talk from me. "What were you doing with Logan? And why the fuck was he touching you?"
Thrown off by the question, I just kept staring at him in confusion. "What do you mean? We were just talking."
"Did he ask you to scene with him tonight?"
I shook my head. "What? No, nothing like that. He was just explaining the scene we were watching and I asked him if he did stuff like that here; controlling a woman's body the way the man we were watching did."
"Why did you want to know, Sloane? Were you turned on by it?"
Feeling embarrassed at the truth that it had turned me on and all I could think about was Archer controlling my body like that, I answered in a meek voice. "A little."
The look of slight relief crossed his face before it was overtaken with a more, stern look again. "Did you want Logan, to do those things to you? Is that why you asked him that question?"
"No, I didn't want him to do that to me," I said, looking down as I began to feel a little shy about what my desires really were.
As he got closer to my ear, I felt his warm breath against my skin as he spoke to me in that tone of his that always made my core throb. "Did you think about me doing those things to you?" Just as he’d asked me the question, I could feel his hand begin to brush up the inside of my thigh, causing me to close my eyes at the feel of his soft touch. He sternly pushed my legs out wider for him to gain better access to me as he continued to move his hand higher up my thigh, dipping it under my dress. "Do. You. Want me to control your body like that, angel?"
Letting a moan fall from my lips, all I could do was nod my head yes in response as he angled his head down, nibbling his way across my collarbone, then up my neck. Stopping at my ear and lightly biting it, he wrapped his hand in my hair, twisting it tight, pulling my head to the side. He nipped the sensitive area on my neck hard enough to feel the bite of pain and leave a mark, but not deep enough to draw actual blood, while his other hand found it’s way the ache that grew between my legs.
Grabbing a hold of my panties, he ripped them away from m
y body in one swift yank. "Archer!"
"Shh, don't say anything, just feel what I'm doing to your body and let go, Sloane. Give yourself to me." He practically purred at me as he dipped two fingers into my heat, causing another moan to escape. "God you're so wet for me. I just want to fuck you right here, right now," he said, covering my mouth with his to muffle the moans of pleasure that threatened to escape as his fingers and tongue move in perfect rhythm with one another, hitting that spot that will soon be my undoing. Adding a third finger, he began to drive me even higher.
He broke the kiss and looked into what felt like my soul. "Do you want to come, Sloane?" Nodding my head, I watched as a switch flipped inside of him and he suddenly stopped, pulling his fingers away, placing them in his mouth as he moaned his words. "You taste so fucking sweet." The loss of his touch made me whimper with need, but the sight of him licking his fingers clean of my essence turned me on even more. After he removed his fingers from his mouth, he stared at me with a smirk on his face. "Well, I guess you had better tell your friends goodbye then and let me take you back to my place if you want to come, angel."
My mind began to slowly unwind at the realization that he had planned this whole thing, leaving my body in this state to guarantee that I would go with him. Torn between being pissed off at him for pulling this crap on me, and the lust he'd brought to the surface, I gave into both. "You did this on purpose, didn't you? You knew I would have no choice with my body sitting on the edge of an orgasm to say no to you."
Pulling my chin up to meet his gaze, he informed me. "This is me, Sloane. This is what I am. A Dom. And if you are with me, I will control everything your body has to offer, and that includes your orgasms, they will all belong to me. You will not come until I allow you to."
Having read about some of this stuff in my erotic romance novels, I asked him in a smart-assed tone. "Does this mean I have to call you Sir or Master now?"
Pinning me with a glare, I quickly knew my joke wasn’t welcome. "No, I won't require that of you because you're not just a sub to me Sloane, you're much more than that."
Feeling bad for being so bitchy I apologized to him. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little on edge here, as you may know."
Chuckling, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in tight and kissing me on the temple as he guided me towards the door. "Then I guess you should tell your friends goodbye so I can get you home as fast as possible."
As we walked out the door, he slapped me on my butt, causing me to yelp. Once I bid goodbye to Janessa and the others, she made me promise to tell her all about Archer, and just so I could get out of there and back into his arms, I agreed. Walking me outside with a protective hand riding on my lower back, he guided me to his 2018 F-Type Jag that all three of the guys bought for themselves earlier this year after they closed a multi-million-dollar account. When he opened the door for me, I slid into the soft plush leather of the passenger seat as he closed the door behind me, leaving me to wonder just what it was he had in store for me tonight.
CHAPTER
7
Archer
I wasn't ready to tell Sloane my secrets yet, but after seeing her at the club tonight dressed as sexy as fuck, there was no way in hell I was going to just leave her there. Logan was a good enough guy, but I still wouldn't hesitate to kick the shit out of him if he continued to touch what was mine. Now that she'd seen me at the club, I knew she was going to be full of questions, but I need to maintain control of this situation and tell her how I wanted to.
Not how she wants to dig it out of me.
Sloane's phone beeping with a text dragged me away from my thoughts. Looking over at her, I could see by the tense look on her face that it had to be that prick, Jared. "Is that him looking for you?"
Jerking her head up in surprise, she stammered over her words. "Ah, y-yeah, it is. I-I don't know what I should tell him," she confessed, looking guilty for even feeling guilty about his feelings in my presence.
"Just be honest and tell him that you're with me... where you belong."
A shadow of anger crossed over her face as she twisted her whole body in the seat to face me. "I'm not going to do that through a text Archer, that's too cold. And who's to say I belong to you? You still haven't told me anything about what you were doing at that club tonight. Yeah, you said you're a Dom, but what the hell does that even mean? Do you go there a lot? Are you a member? How many women have you had as subs? Do you have sex with all of them?"
Knowing I needed to grab a hold of the reins with her, I snapped back my answer. "Look! I wasn't ready to tell you anything about that part of my life just yet! But since you were there tonight when I walked in, you've given me no other choice. I will explain it to you on my terms, not yours. Do. You. Understand me?" Nodding her head, she turned her whole body towards the passenger window and stared out at the passing city lights without another word, making me feel like a total asshole. We made the rest of the drive in silence, allowing us both to hopefully cool off.
Pulling into the garage, I parked my car and killed the engine. Taking a deep breath, I looked over at her. "I'm sorry I snapped at you, okay?"
Turning towards me, she whispered. "Maybe you should just take me home, Archer. You're obviously upset with me and I don't want to force you to tell me anything that you're not ready to."
Cradling her face in my hands, I kissed her forehead. "No. I brought you all this way and put you through enough shit over this whole thing. So no, I'm not taking you home. The only thing I'm going to do is take you upstairs and tell you what I'm about and then you can make the decision for yourself as to whether or not you still want to be with me."
"Okay."
We got out of the car and took the quiet ride up in the elevator. As we walked inside of my place, I asked her. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Some wine would be nice, might help me unwind a bit."
"Okay, but only one glass, I want your mind and body present tonight." With a confused look on her face, I told her. "Have a seat on the couch. I'll be right back." Walking back into the room with our drinks, I handed her the glass of wine as I took the seat next to her. "So, did you know what kind of club you were going to tonight before you got there?"
"No, I didn't. I didn't find out until I was literally standing at the front door of the club."
"And you still went in?"
"Well, yeah. I mean, what was I supposed to do? Go running off, screaming in the opposite direction? I'm not a prude, Archer."
"I never said that. But you could have easily called a cab to come and pick you up if you didn't want to go inside... but you didn't. You wanted to go in."
Watching her bodies reaction and expressions, I could tell she was choosing her explanation carefully. "I made sure to ask Logan that nothing would be expected of us if we walked through that door. When he told me no, I felt like we were safe with him, so we went in."
Not liking the fact that she felt safe with another man when it was my job to make her feel safe, I tried like hell to keep my jealousy under control. "I didn't like seeing you with him there tonight. It should have been me to show you that world, not him or your friends."
Staring at me for a moment, she finally asked in a small voice. "Then why didn't you, Archer? Why didn't you trust me enough to show me that side of you?"
Chuckling at her question, I rubbed my hands down over my face. "It's not really something you just tell someone, Sloane. There's a lot of conflicting opinions about what I do there. Some call it erotic while others call it degrading and abusive. But what those people that call it degrading or abusive don't understand is the feeling of release it gives to a sub; it can't be compared to anything you've ever felt before. And as a Dom, I can tell you there is no greater satisfaction than knowing you're the one in total control of someone's pleasure during that euphoric release."
Sitting silent for a moment, I could tell she was battling between her fears and her sexual fantasies at the idea of letting herself go an
d being controlled in such a way. But by her body's reaction to the thoughts, her curiosity was definitely winning out. "So, what is all involved in what you do?"
Taking her drink out of her hand, I set it down on the coffee table and moved into her space. "First, let me ask you this. Do you trust me?"
Looking straight into my eyes, I could see her answer even before it spilled from her lips. "Yes, I do."
Taking a breath, I explained to her. "I want you to know... I don't usually do relationships. I've always had agreements with the women who want to be my subs."
She continued to stare at me with intense eyes. "What kind of agreements did you have with them? And why didn't you have relationships with them?"
Trying to figure out the best way to explain this to her, I finally said, "we had verbal exclusivity agreements. I was their Dom and they were my sub for however long we decided that would be. I took care of them at all times, but our activities never existed outside the club. I never brought them into my real world. I've always had rules against that until I met you. You turned my world upside down that day. I didn't know how to be with you, but not be what I was without scaring you, because I knew you weren't part of this world and may never choose to be."
When she placed her hand on my arm, and a flame licked its way through my blood when she did. "I really wish you would have trusted me enough to be honest with me."
Letting out a heavy breath, I explained. "I just couldn't take the thought that you would possibly think of me as a monster if I told you the truth."
Placing her hand under my chin, causing a very unfamiliar feeling, she brought my eyes to hers. "I would never think of you as a monster, Archer. You're a good man, I know that deep down in my heart. Did you screw this whole thing with us up? Yes," she said with a chuckle. “But it doesn't make you a monster because of your sexual desires."
