Chapter 11 – Liam
“Y ou probably have rabies now.”
Chuckling at Hudson, I finish treating my cut-up knuckle while nursing my third scotch of the night. I haven’t told my friends the baby plans with Juliana, but they know I was with her earlier when we ran into her ex who talked shit and got hit.
“How did Juliana react?”
“Scolded me for being too hot-headed, but she wasn’t really angry. I wish I could’ve stayed with her tonight.” I could tell Chad was in her head even though she denied it.
Santi chokes on his drink before stammering, “Um… yeah. Maybe you can see her later on. I wish I could’ve been there to see the punch.”
“Me, too. Unless Liam gets arrested or sued over it.”
I shrug. “If Beaumont wants to come after me, he’s welcome to try,” I assure Hudson.
I don’t throw my last name around, but our family does have connections throughout the state, and Chad’s smart enough to realize it.
His architecture firm is small fry compared to Culver Development and Construction.
Me, destroy a man’s livelihood for her? You bet your ass I would.
“How much do we expect to collect for the children’s hospital tonight?” Santi asks Hudson.
“Two hundred thousand is our goal. I’m pretty sure we’ll reach it.”
I nod, pleased to hear that. “Are you planning to do any bidding?” I ask Hudson, knowing one of his past subs has volunteered.
He scowls at me. “No. Once we break off an arrangement, we’re done.” Meaning he’s done.
“What’d she do? Tell you to remove your shirt during sex?”
“She wouldn't have been much of a sub if she had tried to instruct me,” he tells Santi, his voice layered with frost.
“True but she might’ve thought your tattoo was cute.” We each raise a hand, saying ‘hi!’ in sync. He must’ve been so drunk getting HI inked on his chest years ago. He gets pissy when we mention it, so naturally, we love giving him shit about it.
Hudson flips us off as Teo pokes his head around the door to say Felicity’s ready when we are. “I’ll give the playrooms one last check,” Hudson says, rising to his feet.
Sable is hosting an auction tonight, an event that always stirs a lot of excitement and raises money for good causes.
On the surface, no one is required to do more than share a drink with their highest bidder, but this is Sable so there’s a special component involved.
Those being bid on list a fantasy or kink they’d enjoy living out in one of our themed playrooms if they hit it off with their winner.
We still have traditional rooms upstairs from the main club area which are reminiscent of upscale hotel lodgings for all members and guests to use, but the playrooms are a newer addition.
They’re already very popular and often booked in advance.
There’s themed rooms for people who dream of dress-up to explore various kinks, and then there are the specialized ones.
Guess Who is a darkened space where you can feel but not see.
The View allows exhibitionists a chance to do their thing while others watch through a window.
Three’s Company is pretty obvious. Switch is designed for couples who want to partner swap in the same space.
The Cell is for our serious BDSM folks while the Stockade is for more beginner-level bondage fun.
“Uh, you might want to prep him since you’re the one who called her,” Hudson adds before he goes, shooting Santi a look and pointing at me.
Santi promptly chokes on his drink again. What the hell?
A few minutes later, I storm out of the office, telling myself Santi deserved that.
I could murder them. There are plenty of members of Sable who enjoy the thrill of being bid on.
They didn’t have to call her. I specifically told him not to call her, and it wasn’t because I’m aware of her stage-fright episode years ago.
“Here’s the final roster for tonight with the descriptions, Mr. Culver,” Felicity says.
She hands me the heavy dark-brown vellum ‘menu’ written in gold calligraphy. Real names are never used at the club and no photos are attached but a quick scan of the descriptions leads me to hers.
Lady J –
Birthday girl in need of a good spanking
Buy me a drink and maybe you can show me the Stockade
Blood fills my dick at warp speed. I’ve never gotten this hard so fast in my entire life.
Definitely not from a handful of written words.
Images of the sauna and her gorgeous body invade my mind.
She wants to visit the Stockade? I helped design that room, one part in particular, but I’ve not used it.
Reminders of my hand spanking her towel-covered ass has me biting my lower lip to keep from coming in my pants.
I tug at my collar, picturing her strapped down, wet and ready for me to pound into her. Fuck .
Heading into the main club area, I see a dozen ‘buyers’ already loitering around the stage.
The dancers in their cages have started performing, the steady beat of the music pulsing through the room.
The stairs leading to our regular private rooms are lit up and the bar already has a swarm of members surrounding it.
“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sable where debauchery and indulgence are the name of the game,” Felicity says into the microphone.
“We’re about to begin tonight’s very special event, our Drinks and Kinks Auction.
Remember all proceeds benefit the children’s research hospital.
All donations will be handled electronically and you may collect your item at the conclusion of the event. ”
Anyone might think we’re auctioning off art until the first ‘item up for bid’ steps onto stage in full dominatrix get-up. “Madame Z knows you’re in need of training and discipline. You’d better not spill your drink or she’ll have to teach you a thing or two. The bidding starts at…”
On and on, it goes. Thousands of dollars donated for the promise of a drink and the mere hope of something more. It’s a sex club. It’s not hard to find action here. I’d call them suckers if the charity aspect wasn’t part of it.
We’re more than half way down the list and I’m still waiting to see Juliana when Hudson joins me at the bar. “Santi says his jaw is sore,” he drawls.
“I owe you one, too.”
“Yes, you do… for more reasons than you realize,” he says, darkly.
My brow furrows as he orders a drink. “What do you mean?”
“You don’t know?”
“Stop being a fucking puzzle, Hudson. I don’t know what’s been eating at you lately, but I’m asking right now - Is there something going on between you and Juliana? Or with her and Santi?”
He smirks, shaking his head. “No, not at all. Neither of us would dream of making a move on Juliana.”
“Good. Why not?” I add, defensively.
“Because, beautiful as she is, she’s clearly your dream girl and we try to be good friends to you.”
“By inviting her to this?”
“She could’ve said no. She didn’t.” No, she didn’t. I’ll admit it bothers me. “She’s a grown woman, Liam, and… well, here she is.”
There she is, indeed. Fucking hell, Hudson’s right. She is my dream girl. Especially in that pretty pink dress, matching pink mask and whimsical birthday party hat.
Felicity tells the assembled bidders about Lady J and her desire for a birthday spanking. That’s my job, dammit . One man shouts a bid before she’s finished speaking. Another, one of our wealthiest members, immediately ups it. “He’s already won an earlier bid. That doesn’t seem fair.”
Hudson chuckles at my complaint. “It’s all for a good cause, Liam. Or, perhaps you wanted to win her?”
I shoot him a glare and step away from the bar, but the idea is in my head now. I could win her. I’m going to win her. If she wants another birthday spanking tonight, I’ll happily give her one she won’t forget.