by Brandi Evans
She'd opted not to go with the knee-high, skyscraper, fuck-me boots, even though she'd liked them. She'd already spent too much of Maddox's money as it was. The outfit she could justify as being something that would visually delight him, but not the heels. Instead, she'd opted to keep the sandals, with the intention of ditching them when they got to the dungeon. If Sir was looking at her feet, then she hadn't made the right outfit choice anyway.
"Oh, yeah," Katlyn agreed. "Sir will like this a lot."
"Ahhh-greed. Ready to go show him?"
"Mostly." Katlyn fiddled with her hair. The messy bun worked well with the outfit, giving her an almost bed-head look. "I'm nervous to show Sir this, but I'm excited, too. I'm nervicited!"
"I was nervous my first time, too, but Carter was amazing. And afterward, I had zero complaints."
After a few more moments to gather her courage, Katlyn walked with Raven to the owner's office; this was where Katlyn would sign all paperwork.
Raven knocked on the partially closed door. "Hey, Boss, it's Raven. You got Master Maddox and my Sir in there?"
"Yeah, they're here," answered a man with a deep, booming voice. "Come on in."
Katlyn followed Raven into a sleek office, where a man the size of a mountain sat behind a desk, Viv on his lap. The other sub looked happy and content, an arm thrown over his broad shoulders. Mountain's head was shaved, and tattoos covered most of his exposed skin, a bad boy next to Viv's elegant beauty. His biceps looked about as big around as his sub's waist. The sight of him in another time and place might have been enough to send Katlyn fleeing for her life, but here, in this room, she felt safe.
Her Sir pushed to her feet, stealing her attention, and everyone else fizzled away. He'd changed into leathers like Master Carter's, but Maddox paired the pants with the same white tank he wore with his PJ bottoms.
The white top against the black pants was a study in the balance of opposites. He was her cop and her Dom, the man who had freed her and the man who'd trapped her heart forever.
Sir scooped her into his strong arms, kissed his way to her ear, and gave the lobe a few nibbles. "You, kitten, look fucking incredible and incredibly fuckable."
A shiver played over her skin, both at Sir's words and his breath as it teased her neck. "I'm glad I please you, Sir."
He gave her earlobe another nip. "You more than please me, and very, very soon, it'll be my turn to please you."
She wanted to tell him he already pleased her, but Sir tucked her to his side and motioned to the mountain now standing beside Viv. Side by side, their size difference was even more severe.
"This's Master Brock," Maddox began. "He's one of Restrained Fantasies co-owners, and you've already met his sub, Viv."
I nodded. "Yes, Sir, I have met Viv. She and Raven helped me with my outfit."
"Something she's becoming mightily accomplished at." Master Brock pressed a kiss to the top of Viv's head. "I may need to offer her a job as a stylist."
Viv turned toward her Sir and offered him a gorgeous smile. "Like you could afford me, Sir."
"True." But Master Brock was all smiles at his sub.
Viv's laughter was a soothing balm, easing away even more of Katlyn's apprehension. She was in a room full of Doms, and yet every sub was happy. She'd needed to see this reminder that not all Doms were assholes. Jeff had been an abusive asshole who'd only pretended to be a Dom to cover his dark side, and while she wasn't naive enough to believe none of the Doms in this room had a dark side, they weren't abusers. That was obvious in their subs' relaxed smiles.
Yes, she'd most definitely needed this moment.
Master Brock turned back to Katlyn. "I know you're probably in a hurry, so we'll go over all the paperwork as quickly as possible. We have a few standard forms and regulations all members and guests must agree to abide by." He motioned to his desk where three sets of paperwork sat in a row, each set positioned so she could read them, and pointed to the paper on her left. "This's our standard consent form for visiting clients. It holds visitors accountable to the same code of conduct as our members, and only members in good standing can invite visitors. We're extremely vigilant about who we let in."
Given everything Jeff had put her through, Katlyn admired Master Brock's vigilance. If it saved even one sub from falling victim to what she'd been through, he should get a medal.
Brock pointed to the first bullet point on the page. "This goes over our club rules. Everything that happens within these walls is consensual. No exceptions. If you feel like anyone is violating your rights ever, our club's safe word is "red". Use it, scream it, whatever you must do. We have monitors who roam the main club floor, and it's their sole job to stop abuse. With me so far?"
"Yes, Sir."
Brock continued to the next bullet point. "No illicit substances are allowed on the premises. No exceptions. We also have a two alcoholic drink limit per night. Again, no exceptions. Safe, sane, and consensual can get hazy when people are high or hammered. And lastly, what goes on here, stays here. We don't discuss the lifestyle with people who aren't in the lifestyle, which I'm sure you already know since you're not a newbie. And lastly, and I'm sure you already know this, too, but don't interrupt another couple or group's scene. Any questions?"
"No, Sir." They all sounded reasonable and responsible, giving her another degree of reassurance.
"Very good." Brock pointed to a spot at the bottom of the form, next to a line already showing Maddox's signature. "Just sign next to your Dom's."
Katlyn took the pen Brock held out and signed her name next to her Sir's.
"Very good." Brock pointed to the following form. "These next two are optional for tonight. The first is a member application. If you want to become a member, you'll also need to sign this consent form that allows us to run a background check. We don't take our membership requirements lightly, and that's for everyone's protection, Doms and subs alike."
Katlyn glanced at Maddox. A membership application… If she filled this out, this would be her club, too. It would also indicate another long-term decision on her part, like applying to re-take her nursing exams. But did Maddox want long-term? Her earlier storm of questions came swarming back and morphed into slightly new ones.
Did he want her at his club permanently?
What if things didn't work out between them?
What if he lost interest in her after Jeff was arrested?
"May I take them home and think them over?" She didn't take her gaze off Sir, but she was asking both him and Master Brock.
Sir nodded. "We'll talk all this over at home, kitten. Right now, there's a dungeon with your name on it."
The building housing Restrained Fantasies stood four stories high. The bottom floor was a BDSM-themed restaurant called Ravenous, heavy on atmosphere but light on actual kink. The club proper, with its high ceilings, took up the majority of the second and third floors. The gift shop and the offices occupied the rest of the second floor, leaving the remainder of the third and all the fourth floor for the dungeons.
The dungeons weren't cookie-cutter copies of each other, either. They had themes ranging from hard-core medieval torture chambers to sexy, risqué bedrooms. For tonight, he'd opted for something in the middle of the spectrum. He'd have plenty here to keep Kat restrained for hours, but without an actual dungeon feel.
He'd set their room up while she'd been at the gift store. He'd arranged for the comforter and sheets to be blue and then changed the clear bulbs in the wall sconces to blue. He'd worked her safe word into the decor. He thought that had been damn clever.
He turned to her when they reached their room. The outfit she'd chosen still took his breath away. The bodysuit's biggest aesthetic was its mind-fuck capabilities, and he couldn't wait to lift those chains of rhinestones and see just how sheer the material was. Given the cut of the neckline, he'd have no trouble accessing her tits. One good yank and he could have his mouth or his hands on her.
"Are you upset we're not going into the cl
ub proper tonight?" he asked.
"No questions asked. That's what you demanded, Sir, and I accepted your terms. More than that, I trust your judgment."
She had a way of humbling him at unexpected times. Her faith in him, the trust she placed in him, he hoped to god he never betrayed it.
"I will push you higher and harder than any other time before. I guarantee you that, but it's your job to push back if I go too far. It's your job to stand up for what you want. Do you understand me, kitten?"
"Yes, Sir." She slipped her arms around his waist and pressed into his body, her cheek coming to rest on his chest. "You're what I want, Sir."
He kissed the top of her head. "Then, get ready. We've got this room all night, not that I plan on letting you get much sleep."
Her shiver played through him like a drug, making him dizzy and needy in ways only she ever managed.
He buried both hands in her hair and tugged until she lifted her head. "I'm going to make you come within the next thirty seconds," he warned.
A smile spread across her lips. "Is that a threat, Sir, or a promise?"
"Both."
He keyed in the door code, forced her inside, and pinned her between him and the door. Without having to look, he grabbed the lined handcuffs on the table to the right of the door. In less than ten seconds, he had them on her wrists and her hands secured to a hook on the door. By second twelve, he was on his knees in front of her, her left thigh resting on his shoulder. By second fourteen, he had her clit between his teeth.
"Sir!" Breath exploded from her lungs in a hard burst. Her right leg buckled, her thighs quivered, but he had her too securely restrained to fall. "Sir."
He plunged his middle and ring fingers into her pussy as he nipped and sucked her clit. She was so fucking wet. How much wetter would he be able to make her as the night went on?
By second twenty-two, intangible sounds spilled from her lips, her hips pistoning, and by second twenty-five, her orgasm flavored his tongue. Her cries of pleasure were music to his ears.
When she quieted, he released her leg and pushed to his feet, but he kept his fingers precisely where they were. He stroked in and out of her gently as she came back to reality. Her lungs strained; her chest heaved, making the rhinestone chains shake and dance over her tits.
Eventually, her eyelids fluttered open, and her lips curled into a slow smile. "You sure know how to keep your promises, Sir."
"There are plenty more where those came from, kitten." He pressed his mouth hard to hers, his tongue slipping between her lips so she could taste her own pleasure. He plundered her mouth, poured himself into the kiss, into her, and he didn't stop until her shivers were constant, and her hips were again undulating in that age-old, primal dance.
Craving the taste of her passion, he withdrew his fingers from her wet cunt, grazed the pads over her lips, and kissed her again, another slow, soul-merging kiss. When he went to paint her lips a second time, she opened her mouth, caught his fingers between her teeth, and sucked them into her mouth.
His nostrils flared. "Oh, kitten, you've gone and done it now."
"What have I done?" she mumbled around his fingers.
"I wanted to be the one to lick the taste of your orgasm from my fingers. Now, I have no choice but to make you come again and again and again, until I get my fix."
He felt her swallowing, her tongue and the roof of her mouth compressing around his fingers.
He pressed the quickest of kisses to her nose. "Get ready, kitten, you're about to be orgasmed into oblivion."
Sir left her restrained to the door while he moved around the room, her heart a jackhammer against her sternum. He hadn't been kidding. Thirty seconds after crossing the threshold, she'd been screaming her lungs out. If he was true to his word, and she had no doubt he would be, then she wasn't sure she'd be able to speak tomorrow.
Or ever again.
She took a moment to take in her surroundings, and a smile tugged at her lips, one she swore she could feel to her soul. Blue was everywhere. On the king-sized bed to the left. Glowing above the half-dozen sconces around the room. Even some of the scarfs and other toys on a table beside the St. Andrew's cross were blue.
Incredible.
He'd done this for her, his way of putting her at ease. She knew this level of coddling wouldn't last indefinitely. The Dom in him wouldn't allow it. She knew this because their scenes at home had been growing progressively more intense, and she loved it, just as she was sure she would love what he did to her here tonight.
By the time he returned to her, she'd regained control of her breathing. Mostly. She still felt a bit light-headed, but she was pretty sure that was the anticipation kicking in.
Sir didn't speak as he unhooked her from the cuffs and positioned her in front of the St. Andrew's cross. With practiced precision, he fastened her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the cross. He didn't remove her top, her skirt, or her sandals. Instead, he pushed the skirt to her waist and unsnapped the crotch of the bodysuit.
When he'd finished, he took a step back and studied her. "Gorgeous. Both you and the outfit you chose." He tugged on the left side of the material until he revealed her breast. "So perfect."
Sir dipped his head and drew the nipple into his mouth. Unlike when he'd made her come, he wasn't aggressive in his manipulations. He licked her slowly, thoroughly, indulgently, until her breast felt heavy and her chest tight with building need.
He repeated the same process on the other breast. When, at last, he pulled back, a feral grin decorated his handsome face. His was the expression of someone who knew a secret he didn't intend on sharing. Before she could inquire, his hands snaked out, and he tweaked both her hard nipples.
She yelped, but the discomfort was there and gone in an instant, leaving a familiar heat in its wake, the kind that often came with flogging or spanking. Was that what he planned to do to her tonight? More importantly, did she want him to?
He'd been careful to keep from striking her thus far, but a flogger and a riding crop both lay on the table. She was getting better with being restrained. Was reintroducing a more physical aspect to scenes next on his agenda?
But he didn't grab the flogger.
He grabbed the wand massager.
He thumbed the massager to low and proceeded to draw the soft tip over her right nipple, her left, and then over each again before slowly pushing it south. "I wonder how many orgasms you could withstand before you're too exhausted to remain conscious. What do you think, kitten? Two more? Three?" That sexy grin returned. "Wanna find out?"
"I'd like that very much, Sir."
"Perfect answer." He swirled the vibrating tip around her navel. "My guess is four, but I'd love for you to prove me wrong and last eight."
"Four, Sir?" She was already shaking her head. Eight would kill her.
He played the vibrating tip over her mons, so close to her sex that the vibrations teased her clit, but not in the way she wanted.
She wanted more.
"Before we get started, kitten, what's your safe word?"
"Blue, Sir."
"Are you going to use it if you need to—and only if you need to?"
"I will, Sir."
"Very good then. Let's get to work." He pressed the vibrator over her still sensitive clit
The orgasm was instantaneous. Violent pleasure coursed through her like liquid fire, steaming her breath and incinerating her ability to think rationally.
With a dark chuckle, Sir moved close and nipped on her bottom lip. "That's two, kitten. We're halfway to that first benchmark."
"Can't, oh god, my clit, so sensitive."
"Yes, you most certainly can, and you most certainly will."
He changed tactics and pulled the wand away, pressed it back, pulled it away again, pressed it back until she wanted to go mad. The tiny pulses gave her super sensitive clit the smallest of respites while he still managed to drive her insane. How in the world was it possible to get too much and not enough a
t the same time?
Her hips moved nonstop. She squirmed away, thrust, squirmed away again. Every time the head of the massager touched her clit, pain shot through her—pain that quickly turned to pleasure. Up was down, left was right, right was wrong.
"Fuck!" Her toes flexed, and so did her fingers. He wound her tighter and then tighter still, until she was a bowstring pulled too taut; one wrong touch and she'd break.
"You're about to come again, aren't you, kitten?"
"Yes. No. I don't know, Sir."
"Interesting." He nipped harder at her neck and increased the time he pressed the vibrator to her clit.
"God!" Her head thrashed wildly, and she was losing control of her legs. They pumped and flexed, pumped and flexed, the orgasm right fucking there. "Sir, please."
"Please what, kitten?"
"Take the massager away or leave it—oh, god, oh, shit—yes! Keep it right theeeeeeeeere."
He held the head firmly against her as the orgasm blasted through her, as painful as it was glorious. She convulsed as if she were being electrocuted, but instead of electricity coursing through her, it was pure, raw ecstasy. Who knew pleasure could also hurt so good?
"Too much," she panted, trying to pull her legs together, but the D-ring clanked as it held her in place.
"Breathe, kitten. Breathe."
Her head thrashed back and forth. What was breathing again?
When the orgasm finally stilled, Sir set the vibrator on the table and dropped to his knees. He kissed her sex slowly, gently, thoroughly, giving the area the TLC it—and she—desperately needed. And he didn't stop until her muscles went lax, and the air flowed smoothly in and out of her lungs again.
Oh, yeah. That was what breathing was. It was rather important to remember. She really shouldn't forget again.
