Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
At twelve noon, Angie pulled her Toyota Camry up to the security shack at the gate leading into the fenced-in compound.
Thank goodness Ian had told her the complex had four blue metal warehouses.
Otherwise, she would have thought she made a wrong turn somewhere, although she’d only made one turn off the main highway.
The compound was in the middle of nowhere, but he’d said both his businesses and home were on the property.
She wondered where his home was because she didn’t see any houses.
The guard at the gate approached her car, and she rolled down the driver’s window. “Hi, my name is Angie, and I’m here to see Ian. He said you would know I was coming.”
The burly, mustached man with a gun on his hip tipped his navy blue baseball cap at her and smiled. “Good afternoon, Ms. Beckett. I’m Murray, and Ian did indeed tell me you were coming, but I still need to see some ID.”
She grabbed her purse. “Oh, right, I’m sorry, he told me that. And you’re going to take my picture for future reference?”
“Yes, ma’am. You won’t need your ID again, but until the other guards get to know you, they’ll scan your registration sticker and bring up your photo on the computer before letting you in. Due to the nature of Ian’s businesses, security and privacy are a high priority here.”
He took her license and ran it through a hand-held scanner. When the machine beeped, he returned the card to her and scanned the vehicle registration sticker on her windshield. “Thank you, ma’am. Almost done. Let me grab the camera.”
A few moments later, her picture taken, the gate slid open, and Angie drove through it. It closed behind her as she parked next to the first building, as Ian had told her to do. Another gate and fence separated the warehouse from three others, but that gate was unmanned.
As she climbed out of her Toyota Camry, she saw Ian bounding down a flight of outside stairs with a large, black Labrador mix heeling tight at his left leg.
Smiling as he reached her, his hands cupped her face, and his mouth came down hard on hers.
His kiss was insistent, and the moment her lips parted, his tongue plunged inside—licking, tasting, consuming.
As quickly as the kiss started, though, it ended when he pulled his lips away and groaned, touching his forehead to hers.
“That phone sex was one of the hottest experiences of my life, Angel. If I don’t stop kissing you, I’ll bend you over the hood of your car and fuck you like crazy, and I won’t care if Murray or anyone else is watching. ”
Angie couldn’t help the shudder that went through her nor the moan that escaped her mouth. Ian lifted his head and stared at her momentarily before his face lit up with a seductively evil expression. “You like the sound of that, don’t you? It seems my little angel is a bit of an exhibitionist.”
She blushed and tried to look away, but his hands still held her jaw, and he wouldn’t let her.
“I think we’ll have to explore that theory, but in the meantime, come with me, and I’ll show you the club.
As I told you on the phone, we have strict rules which apply to everyone from the owners down.
No play occurs between a member and a guest anywhere in the club until a full background check and health exam are completed.
And if Devon, Mitch, and I skimp on rules, then members will start asking for favors, and it will just cause problems. So unfortunately…
this will be a no-touch tour when we get inside because if I do touch you, I’m going to throw the rule book out the window. ”
She laughed despite the fact she felt the same way. Turning her attention to the dog sitting anxiously at their feet, she admired its patience. He appeared to be waiting for the okay to jump on her and lick her to death. “Who’s this sweet boy? I saw him at Brody’s one day, right? What breed is he?”
Extending her hand, she tried to allow the pup to sniff her, but instead, he looked up at Ian. His stubby little tail wriggled madly, but he remained sitting beside his owner.
Ian looked at his charge with pride. “This is Beau. I found him as a pup. All we know is he’s a lab-pit mix. When he’s not being a goofball or a pest with his rubber ball, he’s a trained guard dog and tracker. Beau, this is Angie. In Ordnung.”
Given permission, Beau stuck his nose in her hand and sniffed with gusto. Angie’s confusion was evident. “In Ordnung? What does that mean?”
“It means ‘okay’ in German. He only knows a few words of English. Most military, police, and security dogs are trained in German because it’s not a common language in the states.”
Angie leaned down to pet the dog’s head and scratch his soft, velvety ears. She laughed when he did a canine version of a happy dance. “I’ve heard that before or read it somewhere. That way, unless the bad guys know German, they can’t give the dog commands.”
“Exactly.” Taking her other hand, Ian pointed toward the fence between the buildings, and Beau’s head swiveled in the same direction. “Geh rein.”
The dog bounded for the fence, his big tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, and Angie saw a swinging doggie door had been cut into a portion of the chain link.
A small black box was above it, under a transparent plastic hood.
As Beau approached it, the light on the device turned from red to green and back to red again after the dog passed through the door to the other side.
He ran toward the next building and disappeared through another doggie door.
Tugging Angie’s hand, Ian led her toward the stairs he’d descended earlier. “He has a microchip under his skin that unlocks the dog doors for him. That’s the headquarters for Trident, and he’ll find someone in there to bug for a game of fetch.”
Ian placed his palm on a scanner next to the door, and she heard a click as the door unlocked. Looking around for a sign, she didn’t see one. “This is the club?”
It couldn’t be. The building was blue metal and tan concrete, a basic run-of-the-mill warehouse.
He let her enter first, and she gasped at the interior, causing him to chuckle. “Yup, this is my club, although you can’t tell from the exterior.”
The enclosed area she’d stepped into was similar to the small lobby of a five-star hotel with a reception desk and sitting area consisting of a couch, chairs, tables, and lamps.
Adding in the gray carpeting, dark red walls, stylish furniture, artwork, and accessories, the first word that came to her mind was opulent.
A set of antique carved wooden doors with wrought iron pulls blended with the décor, and she assumed they opened into the rest of the club.
A painting on one wall caught her eye, and she stepped forward to look closer.
The scene was erotic yet beautiful and elegant, with two naked women at the feet of what appeared to be an equally nude, bearded Greek god.
Handfuls of the women’s hair were wrapped around his palms and wrists as he pulled their heads back, demanding their surrender.
And, holy crap, the god was hung like a horse!
Tearing her eyes away from the huge erection, she looked at the artist’s signature and was surprised she recognized it. “I know her. I mean, I don’t know her personally, but she’s local, and I’ve seen her paintings in some galleries around Tampa. She’s very good.”
She hadn’t realized Ian was standing so close behind her until she felt his warm breath on her ear, and she almost jumped at the low rumble of his voice.
“Yes, she is. We have several more pieces of her work inside. She’s a club member but a bit eccentric and doesn’t stop in often.
It seems when she does make an appearance, she’s looking for creative inspiration more than kink. ”
Angie snorted and giggled. “I can see if your style is erotica, then coming to a kinky sex club for inspiration makes sense.”
Stepping away, he laughed along with her as he crossed the room to the reception desk.
He picked up a stack of papers and handed them to her sans two.
“Put these in your purse and read them over later. It includes the rules and protocols of the club and a submissive limit list. Learn the rules and protocols. Appropriate punishment is administered for infractions. The first rule for you to learn is, when we’re in the club, you will address me and any other Dom as Master or Mistress and their name if you know it. But if you don’t, use Sir or Ma’am.
“The second rule is rude comments are frowned upon and will usually result in a form of discipline for a sub. Innocent teasing from other Doms is normal, but if a Dom is rude to you, let me know, and I’ll take care of it. But I doubt it will happen.
“When you’re here, you will wear a simple collar I'll give you later. It shows other Doms you are spoken for, and they must speak to me before interacting with you beyond pleasantries. It also means no one is allowed to touch you or discipline you without my consent, and since it’s something I rarely give, you won’t have to worry.
Other submissives will ask my permission to speak with you if we are standing together.
If I give them my consent, you may also speak to them unless I tell you otherwise.
I know this is a lot to take in at once, but most of this is in the protocols I gave you. Understood?”
Holy shit. This was way more than she expected, but it didn't dissuade her. The more she learned, the more she wanted to experience it. “Yes, Sir. I understand so far.”