“This is where submissives can relax should the need arise. You’re both welcome in this space anytime. With my permission, of course. Doms will not approach you while you’re in here, so it can be a good place to catch your breath.”
I nodded, then allowed Trent to steer me toward the back wall.
“We don’t serve alcohol due to the nature of the club. I’ve learned that booze doesn’t mix well in this scene.”
I had to agree with him there. Many of the clubs I’d attended did serve alcohol. Some had rules, others didn’t. It was always personal preference on the owner’s part. Regardless, I didn’t drink when I was at a club, nor did I do any scenes with Doms who did unless they were friends of mine.
We kept moving to another seating area where a few men—I could tell they were Dominants based on all the leather they wore as well as the way they carried themselves—were standing around, talking animatedly about something.
“This area is for Dominants only. Submissives are allowed, but only if they’re accompanied by their Dom.”
“Understood, Master.”
Trent turned to face me, his hand curling around my cheek. “You don’t know how much it pleases me to hear you call me that.”
Oh, I had some idea based on the wicked gleam in his eyes. It was just another weapon in my submissive arsenal. By the end of the night, Trent wouldn’t know what hit him.
He released me and turned away, so I continued to look around.
The section directly across from the Doms’ lounge didn’t need explanation. There were several jewel-toned pillows on the floor. I knew they were used for submissives to kneel and present themselves to their potential partners. That was something Trent had attempted to implement at Devotion. During their themed nights, it had gone over well.
“Let me show you the dungeon.”
This time, Trent stepped in front of us, and Troy and I followed close behind. We descended the staircase that led to what I assumed was the basement since I’d come in on the ground level outside. I was surprised to see there were only a few people wandering around, only one couple actually playing.
“Most people will arrive closer to ten. We’re keeping short hours due to the limited membership at this time.”
I nodded my understanding as I perused the room, noting the various equipment. There was a variety of St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, even a Sybian machine in the corner. Chains dangled from the ceiling, secured to wooden beams that crisscrossed the entire space from above. It was the typical dungeon that was found in a lot of BDSM clubs I’d attended, only nicer.
“See anything that interests you?”
The appropriate response instantly slipped off my tongue without thought. “Anything that pleases you, Master.”
Trent turned to face me, tilting my chin up and forcing me to look in his eyes. “What did I tell you the other night?”
“You asked that I tell you exactly what was on my mind when you asked me a question, Master.”
“That’s right.” He waited, his eyes searching my face. “Care to amend your answer?”
“Yes, Master.”
Trent nodded.
“I don’t have an affinity for the crop, although I do enjoy the flogger and whip,” I admitted. “However, I’m open to trying anything that would be of interest to you, Master.”
Okay, so maybe I’d said the exact same thing, but I felt I deserved some credit.
“You’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you, sunshine?”
I didn’t know about all that. I had never been accused of being fun. Certainly not in the clubs. The Doms I’d been with in the past generally got tired of me fairly quickly. I found that a lot of them expected a recalcitrant submissive, despite what they said. I wasn’t the sort to rock the boat, so they tended to move on fairly quickly.
“Come on,” Trent said, turning toward the stairs. “We’ve got more to see.”
I was all for seeing what this place was all about. And secretly, deep down, I was hoping I’d get a better glimpse of some of the toys. Perhaps even get a chance to watch a scene or two.
Maybe even experience a scene with Troy.
Trent
ROUGHLY AN HOUR AFTER CLARISSA’S arrival, I had a much better understanding of Xander’s warning. Especially now, after I’d shown her the club and she’d interacted with several of the other submissives, including Troy.
She seemed different here. More uptight. Very unlike the sassy woman I’d spent the past few days with. Didn’t matter that I’d told her to forget everything she had learned, Clarissa was on edge, keeping her distance as she put on her submissive performance. I wasn’t sure she even realized it.
“I’d like the two of you to go wait in the lounge while I greet some of the members.”
“Of course, Master,” Clarissa replied by rote.
“Yes, Master,” Troy said dutifully.
