Chapter Eleven
Knox
It’s been a week, and I can’t make myself go any further than the porch. But that’s okay. I no longer need Taylor by my side when I go outside. My therapist, who I haven’t talked to since before the whole tornado thing, said that it’s a huge step.
Taylor and Reynolds have a shift at Oasis tonight, so I’m alone.
Well, I have Titan. But it’s my first time alone since I’ve been here. Emily said she would come and keep me company, but I told her that I’d be fine. In all honesty, I need this time to myself. So many things have happened over the course of two weeks, and I haven’t had a chance to process any of it.
Mainly the fact that Taylor is my…my what? My boyfriend? No, that doesn’t sound like a strong enough word. My Daddy? My Dom?
“Daddy Dom,” I say out loud. “Taylor is my Daddy Dom.”
No one is here, but I needed to hear it out loud.
However, I’m scared that I can’t be who he wants. Taylor is such a good man. He takes care of me like I’ve never been taken care of before, and I know that he’s even holding himself back. But what if I can’t let myself go like I used to? What if I can’t regress anymore?
I think about my stuffies, and sadness flows through my heart. I tossed every single one of them out after I was attacked.
Closing my eyes, I think back to my attack. I was tied to a Saint Andrew’s cross, completely naked. I was spanked until large welts covered both my bottom and my thighs. I was gagged and blindfolded.
Normally a submissives dream. It had always been mine. To be restrained and all of my senses taken away. To be completely and utterly at my Dom’s mercy.
I only met Nick Thornfield once. We told each other what we were looking for and our limits. But, by the end of the date, something felt off. Which is why I told him that I didn’t think we fit, and then proceeded to ignore his many many calls and texts.
Blaze and Steel were not happy that I was keeping that information from them. But, in my defense, I wasn’t all that happy with them back then.
Which brings me back to my relationship with Taylor. I don’t think I’ll be able to be tied down again. Or blindfolded or handcuffed.
I’m not even sure I’ll be able to handle being spanked, which is a massive part in a relationship like this one. I’ll be bratty about something and get punished.
And, man, do I want to be manhandled by my Papa. But I just don’t think I can handle the punishment.
I’m just going to have to suck it up and talk to him about it. Communication is key and I need to remember that.
Shaking my head, I look at Titan in the swing beside me.
“Do you think Papa could find other ways of punishing me when I’m bad, Titan?” I ask my new furry friend. “I think I’d rather write a zillion sentences than get spanked again.”
Titan answers with a tilt of his head.
We both look at the highway as an old red truck drives by slowly.
The truck slows even more by the driveway before finally picking up speed and disappearing around the sharp curve.
“I sure hope that person is careful. He’s going to cause an accident.”
I smile when the Stargate Theme song sounds. I love that show. I spend a few moments listening to the tune before answering the call.
“Hello,” I answer.
“Baby, you have got to stop enjoying the music before accepting the call,” Taylor laughs. “One of these days, it’s going to be something important.”
“Is it important today?” I ask.
“Yes. Did you eat?”
I should lie.
I look at Titan and I could swear he raised his brows. Do dogs even have brows?
“Titan says not to lie,” I sigh.
“Is that so?” Taylor responds. “Titan has always been a smart dog. Why did you want to lie, baby boy?”
“Cause I didn’t eat,” I admit. “I tried to eat something, but I felt sick. So, I came outside and sat on the swing instead.”
“How did you feel sick? Was it your head? Your tummy?”
“My tummy,” I nod. “It was really gurgly. But I did drink a whole bottle of water.”
“Good boy, Pup. Now, I want you to go inside and grab a protein drink and drink as much as you can.”
“What if I can’t?”
“Just drink as much as you can.”
Sighing, I stand and head back inside.
“Come on, Titan.”
***Taylor***
This is the first time I’ve left my boy home alone, and I’m not doing well.
“ID,” I tell the young lady.
“I’m a member here,” she says, her voice flirty as hell.
“No, you’re not,” I tell her. “I know the face of every single member.”
“I’m a guest of a member,” she tries again.
“It’s not guest night,” I say, not in the mood to deal with her shit.
“Come on,” she smiles. “I’ll make it worth your time if you let a pretty girl like me slip inside.”
I don’t say anything and just wait.
“Fine,” she whines. “But wait until I tell the owner how big of an asshole their doorman is.”
“Whose an asshole?” Blaze asks from inside the entrance.
“This guy,” the woman pouts. “Can you get your boss? Don’t worry, he knows who I am.”
“Sure thing,” Blaze smiles before turning and heading back inside.
“You’re in trouble now,” she laughs.
“Go on in, Mike,” I tell the man behind her.
“This woman could use a good punishment scene,” he mutters as he steps around her.
“I hear someone is looking for the owner,” Steel says, coming to my side.
“Yes,” the smug woman smiles. “I thought you were on your way to get him. Is he on his way out here?”
“Boo,” Blaze whispers from behind her, causing the woman to scream. If I wasn’t so fuckin’ frustrated to get back home, I would have laughed.
“You need to be on your way,” Steel says. “We aren’t accepting new members at this time. Open night is next Friday.”
She looks back and forth between the two men. Blaze and Steel are completely identical. The only reason I can tell the difference is because of their personalities. Blaze is always smiling and talking, while Steel hardly ever smiles and only talks when he needs to.
There’s been a few times where Blaze has gotten angry at someone, and during those times, it’s useless trying to tell them apart.
“Ugh, this place is lame anyway,” she whines as she stomps away.
I usher the next few members inside before talking.
“Can you have someone check on Knox for me?” I ask, checking a new member’s ID. “He said he wasn’t feeling well and hadn’t eaten anything. I think he may be getting sick. All of my men are working tonight.”
“I’ll call King,” Steel says. “Ghost and Venom are busy at the Cage, and Jax is with the women. Do you need him to stop and get medications?”
“I already have cold meds for him,” I admit. “I wanted to be prepared for any emergency.”
“If it were any other man, we would be running you off,” Blaze tells me. “But, we know you’ll take care of our boy.”
“He’s not your boy,” I growl, which causes Blaze to laugh.
Even Steel smirks a little before saying, “You’ve got to stop referring to them as your men. We’re all one club now.”
“Habit,” I say, waving one of the Littles through the door. She was looking around at all the men in line with fear. “Maybe we should change the times for the Littles and Middles to come in. She isn’t the first one to stand in the line looking scared. I usually pull them out as soon as I recognize a face and usher them inside.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Steel says.
“We could call them and tell them to come in half an hour early,” Blaze suggests. “Or even to skip everyone in line and come straight to the front. Half the members are Dom’s and wouldn’t mind anyway.”
“There are a few Littles that will have no problem showing their brat sides while skipping everyone in line,” I chuckle. “But there is also a good bit who are too well-behaved to do something so naughty.”
“Let’s sit on it and think it through,” Steel suggests. “We might have to end up adding a second entrance or something. Good thinking, Taylor.”
“King says he’ll call you with a Knox update.”
“Thank you, brothers.”
“We’re family,” Blaze says, following Steel back inside.
Looking back at the line, I look down to see a boy in a cute pair of pony overalls with a paci in his mouth holding his ID up for me.
This is Little Wyatt. He has a Mommy who is already inside.
“You’re looking extra cute today, Wyatt,” I smile. “Your Mommy says she is grabbing snacks for you and your friends. Go on into the Playroom, and she’ll be there in a few minutes, okay?”
“Fank you, Uncle Tay Tay.”
“You’re welcome, buddy. Be good.”
“Maybe,” he shrugs while skipping into the building.
Littles are so damn cute when they’re all dressed up. My boy doesn’t regress as young as Wyatt does, but I can’t wait to see him dressed as my little Pup.
Fuckin’ perfect.
This lifestyle has never been sexual for me. I can’t fuckin’ wait to see Knox let go and regress. I crave for him to let go so that I can care for him. I need it like I need my next breath. I want to see him relax and play without a single fuckin’ worry. I want to care for him in all ways so desperately that it might just scare him off if he knew the extent.
Spending time with my Pup as his Papa is a dream I can’t wait to explore.
But, when I fuck him, I want to look down into the eyes of my man, Knox. I want to hear him scream my name as my dick pounds his tight ass.
“Having issues?” Dom Brian says as I try to discreetly adjust my aching cock. “I know I’m hot, Daddy Taylor, but I’m also married. And you’re not my type.”
“Fuck you,” I laugh.
It’s polite to refer to one another with our titles while at Club Oasis. But Dom Brian also knows I hate it when he calls me that. Daddies are called Uncle’s if the Little doesn’t belong to you. He fuckin’ knows that.
“I was thinking about my boy,” I admit.
“I didn’t know you found a boy,” Amber, Dom Brian’s wife, and Sub, says from behind him.
I wink at her, which causes her to blush and hide behind her Daddy.
“Can’t wait to meet him,” Dom Brian smiles genuinely.
“Have fun,” I say, waving them inside.
This same routine goes on for the next several hours. King texted to tell me that Knox was napping on the couch when he arrived but that he almost lost a hand when Titan tried to eat him.
As funny as that would have been to see, I’m just glad I still have a dog.
When the club hits its legal maximum number of people, I tell everyone in line to come back early tomorrow, and I head inside.
“I’ll watch the door,” Reynolds says. “I was on my way out to get you. Blaze needs your help in the Dark Room.”
“What happened now?”
Dark rooms are often used for sensory deprivation or anonymous play. They are kept intentionally dimly lit or completely dark to heighten sensory experiences and create an atmosphere of mystery and anonymity.
This wouldn’t be the first time some shady shit went down in that room.
“Something about a safe word not being met,” Reynolds says. “Steel is about to lose his shit.”
Fuck.
Not wanting to cause a scene, I take my time walking through the club until I reach the back where the scene rooms are. The main part of the club is mainly just hanging out and drinking, or sometimes, pairs perform social and public scenes.
You’ll also find couples fucking or bringing someone to orgasm. Along with bystanders pleasuring themselves while watching.
Not my scene, no pun intended, but I won’t judge someone for it being theirs.
Each scene room has a two-way mirror for people to watch a scene play out. It’s not always open and available. Some people don’t want to be watched. But, for the most part, they remain open. Inside the rooms, you have the option to have the mirror remain a mirror, not knowing who is watching, or you can press a button that causes both sides to be open for viewing.
As I approach the Dark Room, the curtain is wide open, and I can see a dim red haze from the light inside. This room’s mirror is never turned off from the inside. It would ruin the effects of what the room is for.
Looking in, I can see Blaze shouting at someone, but I can’t hear a thing.
“This room is closed,” I tell the bystanders. “Go watch someone else.”
The second I open the door, Blaze’s anger hits me full force. Before getting involved, I walk to the mirror and close the curtains. With the door closed it feels as if my ears are clogged. No sound, not even Blaze’s screams, echo off the walls.
I fuckin’ hate this room.
“THIS IS THE SECOND TIME WE’VE GOTTEN COMPLAINTS ABOUT YOU NOT ADHERING TO THE RULES OF THE SAFEWORDS.”
I place my hand on Blaze’s shoulder and wait for him to relax. Looking around the room, I see the Dom in front of us, the bench, and that’s it.
“Where’s your brother?” I ask.
“He’s in the safe room,” he grits through his teeth, not looking away from the pissed-off Dom standing with his shoulders back. “This bastard ignored the sub while she screamed her safeword. Multiple times. Not only that, but he also didn’t give a fuck about her limits and thought it would be funny to cause a little pain.”
The man’s chest puffs out a little more at his words.
“Are you fuckin’ proud of that?” I ask.
“He was fucking smiling when we got in here, brother,” Blaze growls. “I had to make Steel take the Sub out before he shot this bastard between the eyes. Your membership is revoked. Don’t let me see your fucking face here again.”
“You can either make this easy or difficult,” I say. “Walk out with what dignity you have left, or I can knock you out and drag your ass out the door.”
“I’d like to see you try,” he smiles.
The man is about my height, but I have far more muscles. And I can guarantee I’m far more pissed off.
Pulling my fist back, I release my pent-up anger and hit his jaw with a force that will cause my hand to hurt for days.
“MOTHER FUCKER,” he yells from the floor where he fell.
The man shoots to his feet and steps forward like he’s going to attack.
“I really wouldn’t if I were you,” I say calmly, my body completely relaxed but primed and ready.
The man pauses before turning and walking to the door.
“Meet me in the office once he’s gone,” Blaze says from behind me.
I walk behind the man through the club, making sure he doesn’t cause any more issues. Once at the door, Reynolds opens it, and we all walk outside.
“Fucking bitch wanted it,” he mumbles.
“What was that?” I ask.
The second he turns to most likely yell some more, I rear back and punch him again.
“You’re a fuckin’ pig who gets off on hurting others who don’t give you fuckin’ consent,” I growl down at him on the ground. “It would be in your best interest to keep your fuckin’ face away from here.”
The man jumps on his feet and runs off.
Fucker
“You’ll get what’s coming to you,” he shouts when he’s several feet away.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what they all say,” Reynolds says.
“I’ll be back to relieve you,” I tell Reynolds. He typically works the main room and I have no interest in switching rolls today.
“Who the hell was that?” I ask as I shut the office door behind me. “I don’t remember letting him in.”
“That’s because you didn’t,” Blaze says, working on his desktop. “He came in earlier for a trial run before we opened. He did three scenes with no issue.”
“A Dom had to interrupt his fourth scene because the Sub was gagged and was trying to tap out, but she couldn’t reach him.”
“Even I know the damn rules for a scene,” I grump.
When gagged, the Dom is to keep their Subs hands free enough to tap them on the arm or leg as a “safe word” if needed.
“He’s supposed to keep his eyes on his Sub throughout the entire scene,” I say.
“Yes,” Blaze agrees. “To keep track of how they are doing. However, we let that one slide because the Sub said she only wanted to tap out to use the restroom.”
“Must not have been doing a very good job if the Sub could even think,” Steel shakes his head. “We should do Dom lessons.”
“But then the fucker went into the Dark Room. There was a Sub waiting on a partner to play with, and she got unlucky with that fucker.”
Blaze is fuming as he types something.
“According to some watchers,” Steel says, moving to stand beside his brother. Instantly, Blaze calms. “He didn’t say a word to her before starting the scene. He didn’t know her safe word or her limits. He’s fucking banned. This is why we vet all of our members.”
“I thought new members weren’t even allowed to be in the scene rooms without another Dom?” I ask.
“They’re not,” Steel growls. “We need more security.”
“Maybe mentors?” I suggest. “I know many of the long-time members here just come to watch most of the time. Maybe you can use them to start mentoring new Doms. Or even use them as Alpha Doms who help keep an eye on things.”
“Damn, he’s full of ideas,” Blaze smiles. “Alright, added to the list of things to figure out.”
“Tomorrow is your night off,” Steel reminds me. “Am I right in assuming you won’t be coming to sit in with the Littles this time?”
I smile and shake my head.
“I think I’d rather stay home with my boy,” I answer.
“You’re good for him,” Steel says. “I think you’ll be the one to make him feel safe in this world again.”
“However,” Blaze adds, his smile gone. “I feel the need to warn you that if you hurt him, I’ll slit your throat.”
I nod, knowing he’s serious.
“If there comes a time where I’ve hurt him, you won’t have to worry about killing me. I’d walk myself right onto your blade.”
A few tense moments tick by before Blaze smiles and stands.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way, I’m going to do my rounds.”
“How’s the Sub?” I ask as I follow them from the room.
“She’ll be okay,” Steel says. “She’s a little scared but says she just wants to regress, so I took her to the Little’s room.”
“Good. I hope that fucker didn’t ruin this place for her.”
“Hey, Uncle Taylor, want a chip?”
“No, thank you, little one,” I smile. “What are you doing out here?”
“I wanted to watch,” she nods to a Dom spanking a Sub. “It’s nice being on this end of a spanking.”
“You know the rules, Little Sarah,” Steel says. “You can be out here, but you have to stay at the bar unless you’re with a guardian.”
“I know, Sir,” she smiles. “But I seed you all coming and wanted to offer my snackie.”
“Very kind,” Blaze says. “Now, back to the bar or back to the room.”
With a pout, the little princess heads back towards the room.
“Littles are a handful,” Blaze sighs.
“What if your person turns out to be a Little?” I ask.
I know the twins will share their person one day, and I also know they’re Versatile Doms. They will be whatever their Sub needs.
“I’ll be Papa, and Blaze will be Daddy,” Steel says. “But no matter who they turn out to be, they will be very well-behaved.”
I laugh, and Blaze shakes his head.
“You would get bored,” Blaze says. “You need someone to test your patience.”
“I have none,” Steel lies.
He’s the most patient man I’ve ever known.
“I’m going back to my post,” I announce.
“Thanks, brother,” Steel calls out.
I relieve Reynolds and spend the rest of the night waiting for six in the morning so I can head home.
Damn, I miss my Pup.