Chapter 26
Kat
Inever imagined going to a sex club. Okay, yeah, I’ve read about them in romance books—I’m a single mom, who doesn’t date, and has a high sex drive, of course I read smut. But I never thought I’d actually be standing in a place like this.
After signing a bunch of paperwork and having the colored bracelets that signal what your boundaries are explained to me, the guys lead me into a room that’s set up like a bar. But unlike a typical bar, there’s a small stage at the front of the room where a half-naked man is dancing around a pole.
“What exactly are we doing here?” I twirl the black bracelet around my wrist. It’s the one that lets people know I’m already spoken for and unavailable.
“Well, you haven’t punished Otto for taking away your choice yet, have you?” Damian whispers, stepping in front of my line of sight so I can’t see the man on stage.
I glance over at Otto and find him looking back at me with an eagerness that surprises me. “You want that?”
“Fuck yes.” He crowds close to my side.
My eyebrows pull down, but a little thrill of excitement rushes through me.
“You want me to punish you?” I check again, but this time he doesn’t answer.
His eyes roll back, and he groans. I wrap my fingers around the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer.
“Should I spank you for being such a bad boy?”
“I think he deserves more than a spanking,” Damian growls so low I’m sure we’re the only ones who can hear him. He glances down at the yellow bracelet on Otto’s wrist, which means he’s comfortable with degradation. “Do you want this to be public or private?”
Otto shivers, his eyes burning with fire before he closes them and takes a deep breath. “Public,” he whispers.
Once again, I’m surprised by my young mate.
Damian’s attention shifts to me. “Are you okay with that, love?”
I shift nervously, looking around the room. It’s not particularly crowded, but it’s definitely not empty. “I’m not sure. What exactly are we going to do? And… where?”
Over Damian’s shoulder, I can just barely see the face of the man dancing on the stage. The song ends, and scattered applause fills the room.
“Not there.” Damian grabs my chin and directs my focus back to him. “There are private rooms with windows so people can watch while I make Otto pay for stealing my mate.”
I lick my lips. I never thought exhibitionism would be my thing, but a thrill tunnels through my body at Damian’s crude suggestion. “H-how are you going to do that?”
“That’s up to you.”
“Fuck, can we stop talking and start playing? Please, beauty. I need—”
“Shut up,” Damian snaps, sharper than a whip.
“You don’t get to tell us what you need.
” He grabs Otto by the throat, and my lungs constrict, for a moment forgetting that Otto asked for this, wants this.
“You’re gonna be a good boy and do exactly what we tell you to do or you’ll get double whatever punishment Kat chooses for you. ”
My body flames, warm wet heat pooling between my thighs.
“You took away our mate’s choice, so she’s going to take away yours.” Damian’s hold on Otto’s neck tightens until he’s almost lifting him off the floor. “You do whatever the fuck she wants. That’s your punishment. You understand?”
Otto tries to nod, his eyes finding mine. Damian releases him, and he gasps for air. “Yes, s-sir.”
“Not me.” Damian walks behind me, hands landing heavy on my shoulders. “Her.” Damian gives my shoulders a quick squeeze before letting his hands fall away.
Otto drops to his knees and looks up at me with adoration. “Yes, ma’am. I’m all yours.”
I never thought someone calling me ma’am would be hot, but my nipples tighten and muscles clench in excitement. It feels like we’re making a scene with Otto on his knees just a few feet from the bar, but no one pays us much attention.
Something hungry opens in my gut at seeing Otto like this.
I don’t feel angry with him anymore, but I think we need this.
Not just Damian and me. Otto needs this.
It’s not really about punishment, but power.
He’s giving me back some of the power he stole, letting me know that he’s not going to bulldoze me in this relationship even if that’s how it started.
I glance at that yellow bracelet, then lean down so we’re face to face. “Do you really like being degraded?” I check in one more time.
He chuckles, gives me a quick peck on the nose, and places both hands on his knees, making no move to get up. “Do your worst, beauty.”
I grab his hair, leaning into the role I’m playing for the night. “Show us to a room.” Yanking his head to the side, I lick his cheek. “But don’t get off the floor. Crawl there.”
He doesn’t hesitate. He puts a cheeky little sway in his movements as he works his way through the tables scattered around the room toward a hall at the back. A few people look up, but none of them show more of a reaction than a few quick smirks.
“I knew you’d make an excellent Madame.” Damian takes my hand as we follow Otto, and I whisper a silent prayer to anyone who’s listening that I won’t forget him again while we’re here.