21. Dax #2
When we stepped out the front door, a white town car was there, and a man got out, tipping his head to Cam. “Evening, sir, ma’am.”
Cam seemed totally calm and comfortable with this man coming to collect us.
When the car door was opened, Cam gestured for me to get in.
I mean, it wasn’t like I couldn’t protect myself, but it just seemed odd for some reason.
Inside the car was a chilling bucket with champagne already opened for us to pour into the waiting glasses.
Cam poured one and handed it to me before pouring one for himself.
“What the hell is going on, Cameron,” I asked in a harsh whisper.
He rested his hand on my bare leg and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Relax, this isn’t the first time that I’ve done this. I’m a member of an elite club, and this is a service they offer to certain valued members.”
“Really,” I pressed.
He brushed a hand along my cheek, down my neck, and over the swell of my breast. “Beautiful, would I do anything that would put you in danger?”
Taking a deep calming breath, I let it out and tried to relax. “No, that would be the last thing you’d want. I’m sorry after the day we’ve had… hell, the last week we’ve had… I’m just a little jumpy.”
“That’s exactly why I wanted us to have this date,” Cam stated.
“The others might think I’m crazy for wanting to take you out and for it to just be the two of us with all that’s going on, but I also believe you need a break.
Your mind has been working a million miles an hour for months.
No one can keep up a pace like that for an indefinite period of time.
So tonight is all about shutting off the part of your brain that controls everything and just having to experience what happens. ”
I groaned and took a large gulp of my champagne. “Fuck, even just you saying that has me wishing it was possible for me to flip a switch and make that happen.”
Cam leaned in and pressed a kiss to my neck. “Oh, I have just the thing to make that happen,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, making me shiver. “Just you wait and see what I have in store for us tonight.”
The drive took about twenty minutes with the traffic, and when we arrived, all I saw was an alley entrance. Once more, the driver opened the door, and we got out of the car. Then when I thought he was going to get in and drive off, he turned to the entry door of the building and unlocked it.
“You can head on in. The ladies at the front desk are waiting for your arrival,” the driver said with a smile as he waved us forward.
Cam tucked my arm around his as we walked down a long hall with black silk curtains covering the walls and draped from the ceiling.
There was a curtain of shimmering black beads in the low-lit light that Cam pulled aside for me.
This brought us to a small lobby area with a woman who was dressed in a shiny latex dress that left nothing to the imagination.
Compared to her, I was dressed like a nun.
“Mr. Black, it’s nice to see you again,” she greeted.
“This must be your wife you were telling us about. It’s lovely to meet you, and welcome to Wicked and Intimate, a private BDSM play space.
Your husband reserved the gray room for you two to enjoy tonight.
Everything you should need and have requested is there ready for you to enjoy the evening.
You have the room for the night to use as you please.
There’s also an attached bathroom with a shower, feel free to use it to clean up at the end of your session.
” After her spiel, she handed over a skeleton-type key to Cam and returned to her desk.
I gawked at Cam, but really I shouldn’t be surprised that this was something he’d do.
We’d dabbled in this sort of thing when we’d been together.
Since then, I hadn’t really trusted anyone to do more than spank or choke me since I knew I could get out of those situations easily.
Now here we were at a real club with a playroom that was equipped with all the gadgets.
With a little tug on my arm, I followed him as he walked down a different hall.
This one had doors on either side with name plaques on them stating what the theme or purpose of the room was.
Then we arrived at the Gray Room, which the key easily unlocked and opened to reveal a room that was, well, gray.
Everything from the walls to the leather couch placed inside was gray.
Matte black metal finishes were the only accent to the room.
What drew my attention was the St. Andrews Cross and the spreader bar that dangled from the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“Surprise, beautiful. I know you’ve always wanted to experience the real thing.
Every time I was in New York, I came here and took lessons on how to be a skilled Dom.
That’s why they know me so well. Never have I had any sexual relations with anyone here.
I’ve been a sub for a few so I could experience everything I wanted to do with you, but nothing that would be considered sexual,” Cam explained as he slipped the jacket off my shoulders and hung it on the back of the door.