29. Chapter 29
29
Kelly
M y eyes were glued to Malak. I had never really taken the time to think about his club not being a dance club, it just made sense to me. After all, when I first moved in, the apartment was like a party house.
“Don’t say we have something else to do, because we’ve already eaten twice and napped most of the day,” I told him, pointing a finger at him, “I can forgive you for not telling me about your club, if you tell me now.” I chuckled. I didn’t expect it was going to be anything too intense. I thought perhaps Malak was just being nervous, that it really was some kind of strip club, and he thought I wouldn’t approve.
Malak took a breath and looked behind his shoulder. Seeming to wait until the water turned on for Grey’s shower.
“It’s a BDSM club,” he said.
I blinked. My shoulders tensed, but my thighs warmed at the thought. After that first blink, my eyes stayed wide open. “What?” I asked, as if I had heard him wrong.
“I know you’re not really into it, I heard that when you first moved in, but yeah. It’s an underground BDSM club for…well mostly important people, but people who don’t want others to know they are involved,” Malak told me.
My eyes shifted to the side, my lips parted, but I wasn’t sure what to say for that moment.
How did I never know about the club? Well, I guess I’m not very important, and after Dimitri I have tried to stay away from…intense things.
“Underground?” I asked, my gaze shifting back to him.
“Yeah, it’s underneath the bar and grille,” Malak explained.
“Oh,” I said slowly, “Oh my god, is it like, illegal?” My pulse quickened.
Malak nodded. “Yes, I won’t lie to you.”
“I thought they were only illegal if people are—oh. Oh!” I laughed and took a breath, “I see. So, sex club, more specifically?”
He pursed his lips. “Yeah, I suppose,” he eyed me.
My chest was rising and falling more heavy with my breath. I swallowed and tried to pull my head together. I couldn’t get the thought of what could be happening in that club, to go away. People tied up, grinding against each other, spanking, choking. Things I did and didn’t like, but hadn’t really explored in a while.
“I’d like to take you to the club,” Malak told me, “I want you to see. If you’re not ready, though, you don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I said suddenly, surprising even myself. I blushed. “I mean, I know I told Grey I’m not really into being ‘bossed around’ anymore, but that was mostly just because he was being a dick. I have a bad experience with some things because of my ex, Dimitri, but…I mean, you saw me, heard me, when we were having sex with Rose, and Grey. The things you called me, said to me.”
Malak tilted his head to the side, his eyes growing hot. “Yes, I have picked up on your submissiveness,” he admitted, “Played with it a little.”
I bit at my lip and ignored how hot my ears were. “I want to see,” I told him, “but…I don’t want people to know who I am there, just in case.”
“Of course,” Malak insisted, “I didn’t plan on it. I want you to be safe. A lot of people wear masks.”
I nodded. “Okay,” I exhaled, “When are we going?”
“Tonight, if you want,” Malak said, and reached over, brushing his fingers along my knee.
“Let me shower, and I’m all for it.”
“Where did Grey go again?” I asked as I stepped out of the bathroom. My hair was freshly diffused, a towel wrapped around my body, a small strip of my skin showing along the side where the towel ends didn’t quite meet.
“On a job,” Malak replied from the kitchen.
My brows furrowed. “I thought he worked at the club,” I mumbled to myself. A bad feeling set over me about Grey, but I tried to shake it off. Tonight was supposed to be about the club, about Malak. I felt like he was letting me in, something I couldn’t seem to get from Grey.
I looked back in the mirror, checking my hair one more time before finally unplugging the blow dryer. I always did my hair in my towel, I got too hot and sweaty if I got dressed first.
I pulled the towel off my body, hung it over the wrack and started to get dressed.
Footsteps came from the side of me. When I looked over, adjusting my panties and bra, I saw Malak standing there, gazing at me. He looked quite delicious in the semi-formal attire he had on. Button-up shirt unbuttoned just the right amount to see his chest.
“Mn,” Malak hummed out.
I chuckled as I reached for my dress. “You know, you really don’t have to take me for drinks and dessert after the club,” I told him.
“I insist,” Malak said and leaned against the door frame. I pulled the strapless dark blue dress up my body, fixing it in various places. It hugged all my curves in just the right way. There was a point in my life I would’ve been nervous about the way the fabric hugged the soft flesh of my stomach, but with the way Malak was looking at me, fire in his eyes, I felt sexier than ever.
“Alright, let me just get some makeup on and we can go,” I told him, “Do you have the mask for me?”
“I’ll go get it,” he said and disappeared from view.
I took a deep breath and looked back in the mirror. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on with Rose. If she knew about the club, if that was one of the reason Malak and her had broken up. If she was dealing with Lindsey still, or if she was driving back. If she even planned on coming back to me—to us, I guess.
Swallowing, I tried to shake it out of my head.
When Malak got back with the mask, I was putting the cap on my lipstick and reaching for the mascara. Though with the mask, I wasn’t so sure I needed it. I still applied a thin layer of it and put it in the bag to the side of the sink.
“Come’ere,” Malak said.
Without question, I stepped over to him.
“Turn around,” he said.
I turned around so my back was facing him.
“Good girl,” he said, and goosebumps climbed my arms.
Malak placed the mask over my face, covering just from the middle of my forehead, halfway down my nose. It appeared a sort of typical mask, one someone might wear at a masquerade party, but far more comfortable than anything I’d ever worn as a costume before.
His fingers tied the ribbons together behind my head, and a tingle spread through my neck.
“There you go,” Malak whispered.
Turning around, I looked in the mirror. I saw the black mask, with intricate black and gray beading along its curves, that perfectly framed my face.
My lips parted slightly. “Wow.”
Malak stepped behind me and placed a hand on my hip. “You look gorgeous, whether the club is too much for you or not, I’m sure the patrons in the dessert place will appreciate the view.”
I blushed and turned around to look up at him. “Let me get some shoes on,” I said, and moved away from him, brushing against him as I did so. Malak smacked my ass as I passed, and I giggled.
My anxiety grew the closer we got to the club. At first, I was excited to see what it was about. To see what exactly went on in BDSM clubs, as I had never been too one. However, as we pulled into the parking lot, my stomach started to ache nervously. My hands fiddled with my purse in my lap.
Malak parked the car, turned it off, and looked over at me. “Listen, you don’t have to do anything in the club, you can just look around.”
“People do that?” I asked.
He nodded. “Yes, there are people who just come to drink and watch.”
I shivered. “I’m not sure how I feel about that.”
“I’m not saying everyone at the club is a good person, but I try to make sure it’s a safe place,” he told me, “I will protect you, I promise.”
Malak reached over and grabbed my hand, kissing at my knuckles.
I smiled and brushed my fingertips along his scruffy jawline.
After a moment, Malak pulled away from me and got out of the car. Before I could even get my seatbelt off, he was opening my door for me. I got out and looked up at him, tilting my head to the side.
“Why don’t you wear a mask?” I asked him.
“I don’t think a mask would do much good for me,” he said with a chuckle, “My height, size, skin color and accent are a bit of a tell.”
I eyed him. “Right,” I laughed, “I didn’t think about that.”
With that, the door was closed, and Malak was offering an arm to me. He led me into the restaurant that only had a few people in it, none of them looked at us, keeping their eyes on their food. The bartender, however, gave us a little wave and a wink. I blushed and looked up and over at Malak as we walked.
Malak knocked five times on the door, and it opened up, revealing stairs and a door at the bottom.
“Good evening, Sir,” the man at the door said, his gaze shifting to me for only a moment.
“I see you’ve bought a guest,” he said, but did not ask for my name, “Would they like to leave their number for future visits?”
Malak shook his head, “Not right now *name*, thank you.” He let go of my hand so we could walk down the stairs. I held onto the railing. I wasn’t wearing heels, but I didn’t need to take any risks.
As Malak opened the door in front of us, the low sound of music hit my ears, as I stepped into the dimly lit room, other sounds followed. I looked around at the room, my gaze quickly shifting around at all the people that were there. There weren’t a ton, ten, maybe fifteen people I could see, but most of them were wearing masks, leather clothing that made my entire body hot, and others were simply standing idly nearby, watching.
A woman approached us.
“*name*, please get this woman here I red string,” Malak said.
“You got it,” she replied, “Give me your hand.”
I reached my hand out to her. She wrapped red yarn twice around my wrist and tied it off before tapping me on the hand.
“Have fun,” she smirked.
I blushed and turned back to Malak. “I’ve never been anywhere like this,” I told him.
“Take it easy, and if you feel uncomfortable, we can leave,” Malak said.
My head bobbed with a nod, and I stepped away from him, bit by bit — trying to remind myself I had agreed to go there to look around, to see what it was.
I took a deep breath and looked around a bit closer at some of the booths. My gaze landed specifically on a woman who was on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, a blindfold on her face, and there were two men with her. One was feeding her something red, strawberries maybe, and the other was holding her head back by her hair.
I gulped.
My eyes yanked away from them, and back over to Malak. It took me a moment to find him, as he had moved several feet further from where he had been. He was standing there, arms folded, looking to the side at the bar. His shoulders were broad, strong, arms tone, his long hair perfectly combed and teased at the front, just the right amount of volume. He looked back over at me, our eyes locked. Before, I would have thought Malak wasn’t the type to own a BDSM sex club.
Now, as he looked at me, a mixture of darkness, desire and concern in his eyes, I knew that he absolutely was — and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it yet.
Turning around, I tore my eyes away from him and forced myself to take in more of my surroundings. There was a couple grinding and dancing against each other to the beat of the music, their bodies covered in bite marks and hickies. Something glittery hung and wobbled from the bare chested mans nipples. Larger than simple piercings. I chewed on my bottom lip and looked to the next table, standing stiff like a complete weirdo, but no one paid any mind to me.
My pulse was quick as I looked over, and heard before I saw the moans of someone being spanked over someone else’s lap, a ball bag in their mouth. My head was dizzy, but I looked over again. Two women this time, one of them had their arms and legs tied to the table, the other was smelling her stomach? I wasn’t sure, but I suddenly felt overwhelmed, maybe it was the heavy atmosphere, or maybe it was the thought that at one point, Malak had been there with Rose.
I swallowed and turned back around, looking for Malak, but I didn’t see him right away.
The bar.
I looked over there he was, sitting on one stool, looking right at me. I rushed over and leaned against the bar counter.
“You alright?” he asked.
I nodded, but my throat felt tight. Memories crept in. Ones I didn’t want to think about. A good time, turning into a very bad time. Hands on my body, soft at first, then so painful without warning.
“Hey,” he said, and placed a hand on my upper back as I leaned against the bar.
“She okay? I can get her something,” the bartender said.
“Is anyone in the back rooms?” Malak asked.
My fingers twitched, my leg felt weak.
“No, no one’s gone back there yet for the night.”
“Come on, follow me,” Malak told me, voice low and just for me.
I looked up, and took his hand, allowing him to lead me away from the bar and out of the main room. The music grew softer as we entered a hallway, the first thing that hit my vision was red curtains.
“What is this?” I asked him, taking a slow breath.
“Private spaces,” Malak replied, “For more explicit activities.”
My entire body grew hot, and I leaned against the wall behind us.
Malak stepped in front of me.
“What’s going on?” he asked.
I exhaled. “Just memories,” I mumbled.
His brow furrowed deeply. “Tell me,” he said.
I shook my head and looked to the side, away from him.
Malak grabbed my chin and tilted it up, making me look into his eyes.
“Please,” he said, “share yourself with me.”
I melted like putty in his hands. “My ex, he wasn’t really into BDSM, I was, but I didn’t know what I was doing. I tried to jump into it with him. At first it went okay,” I chewed on the inside of my cheek, “but then it got too rough, he would be too rough, without asking me.”
Malak’s eyes flared with heat. “Was this before the scar?” he asked, “did that fucker give you that during?” he asked.
My breath caught in my throat as I watched Malak’s body language change in a second. His shoulders were tight, hands in fists, jaw strained.
Somehow, even in my anxiety ridden state, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen: how protective he was. I took a deep breath, focusing on his face, his presence, the warmth of his body so close to mine. Until I felt a little less light-headed.
“It was before,” I told him, voice soft, “I didn’t know what he was doing was wrong, I thought it was part of it.”
Malak cursed in Hindi under his breath before reaching out to brush his fingers along the side of my cheek.
“You deserve better,” he told me, “you deserve a Dom who respects you.”
My heart squeezed, butterflies taking over my stomach. “For a while I thought maybe I don’t need a Dom, or anything else, ever again,” I admitted.
“Now?” he asked, “What do you need?”
My teeth gnawed on the inside of my cheek for a moment, my nose and cheeks flushing.
“You,” I replied, “Rose, hell even Grey.” I chuckled weakly and shook my head. “But right now, you’re the one I trust the most.”
Malak brushed his thumb along my chin. “Anything you need, I’ll be it,” he whispered.
I licked my lips. “What do you want?” I asked him.
“You, them, but…I feel especially drawn to you right now,” Malak replied.
I drew a shaky breath. “I’ll be yours if you’ll be mine,” I told him, “I’ll be your good girl.”
“Always a good girl?” Malak asked.
My knees felt weak. “No,” I mumbled, “but usually,” I smiled softly.
“What about Rose and Grey? Neither of them know what they want.” Malak asked, his face drawing closer to mine.
Reaching up, I brushed my fingers along his jaw. “They’ll just have to get their shit together and come to us.”