Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Angie stood naked in her bathroom as she aimed the hairdryer at her wet locks.
It was Friday evening, and Ian was taking her to his club tonight.
They’d seen each other twice during the week, but Trident meetings, interviews, and cases prevented them from having more than one whole night together alone.
She hadn’t seen him since very early Wednesday morning.
They’d had some more phone sex, which was so hot she was surprised her local cell tower didn’t explode. Now, she was dying to see him again.
Monday, Ian had invited her to join everyone at Devon and Kristen’s as the team got together for Jenn to help her through the first anniversary of her parent’s death.
Pizza, beer, and soda served as a simple dinner while they played poker and watched a video of pictures of the young woman and her parents from before she was born through her late teens.
The final photos of her folks were taken during their last Christmas together.
Many of the photos included some or all of the Trident team members and other former SEALs who made up Jenn’s extended family.
The men and their niece had entertained Kristen and Angie with countless funny stories of the team’s antics over the years.
Angie left the group a little after midnight when Ian and Brody needed to have a late-night video conference with a client who’d called them with an urgent request for assistance on some matter.
She’d spent Tuesday night in Ian’s arms as they finally had his apartment all to themselves.
They’d also gone through the contract and discussed her limits and his expectations.
She was surprised none of his requests bothered her in any way.
He would control her in the bedroom and push her boundaries within her green and yellow limits.
He also had control over her well-being and safety, but she felt pampered and valued instead of disliking it because he cared enough to ensure no harm came to her.
While the contract was not legally binding, it took out much of the relationship's guesswork.
But most of all, it stressed she had the ultimate control of their relationship through her safeword and limit list.
He’d been in Miami since Wednesday but spoke to her by phone last night and asked if she wanted to go to The Covenant with him.
Waiving the club’s monthly membership fee, he’d expedited her required background check.
She, in turn, had her medical release completed for him, so they were free to play at the club, and she jumped at the chance to go.
She’d been shocked when Brody had stopped by earlier in the day and given her a small black shopping bag with red trim.
He told her Ian had picked out two outfits from the club store and to choose one to wear to the club for her first time.
Winking and grinning before he walked away, Brody informed her, “My personal favorite is the pink and white one.”
He’d left her standing there with her mouth open.
When she had recovered, he was long gone, and she raced into her bedroom to see what was in the bag.
The first outfit—actually, they weren’t “outfits,” they were lingerie sets—was a dark green silk bra with matching short shorts.
But it was the pale, pink baby-doll top and thong with white trim, which she chose to wear without a second thought.
The material was sheer except for two small triangles—one over each breast.
Now, as she got dressed, she realized the hem stopped right at the bottom of her butt cheeks, and if she bent over, everyone would see her bare ass even though it was already exposed through the thin material.
The top’s silk triangles covered the nipples of her 38Ds but left little else to the imagination.
She admired herself in the mirror, and instead of feeling slutty, she felt beautiful, sexy, and very, very naughty.
Technically, it showed a little more than her bikini did during the summer, but she’d never worn a bathing suit with a thong.
After she threw on a little makeup and a pair of white sandals, which Brody had recommended since, at the club, she would be barefoot, she pulled on a knee-length black cotton dress.
Tank-styled, it was lightweight, and she sometimes wore it as a cover-up for her bathing suit.
Grabbing a thin wrap for the cooler evening air and her overnight bag, she left her apartment and drove to the compound, excited for Ian to see her in the outfit he’d picked.
He had told her to park outside his apartment, and as she pulled up, Ian stepped out of the building, and she almost drooled at the sight of him.
Damn, the man was gorgeous. Tight, black leather pants covered his long, powerful legs, and an open black leather vest showcased his sculpted chest, abdomen, and arms. Add his black leather boots, and he looked like he walked off the set of a biker movie.
If the rest of the cast looked like him, she’d be front row center at the theater on opening night.
He opened her car door and extended his hand to help her out.
His gaze raked possessively and seductively over her body, and that’s all it took for her to become aroused.
After giving her a long, leisurely kiss hello, he took her keys, purse, and overnight bag and placed them inside his apartment door before returning to her.
He removed a white and black braided band from his pocket and clasped the leather collar around her neck, telling her she was to wear it whenever they were at the club.
“I also don’t want you at the club unless you’re with me until you become more comfortable and familiar with the protocols.
” He paused. “Scratch that. I don’t ever want you in the club without me. ”
She didn’t mind because she wasn’t sure she wanted to go there without him. For some reason, it seemed like she would be cheating on him if she did. “Yes, Sir.”
They chatted as they walked across the compound and up into the club lobby.
He introduced her to Matthew, a submissive on duty at the front desk, and Tiny, the massive, bald, black bouncer at the door.
Despite his intimidating size, Tiny was a very sweet man and called all the women “Miss” along with their first names, which Angie found endearing.
Ian told her the man was the head of security at the club and also did the occasional bodyguard job for Trident.
After Tiny opened one of the double doors, letting them step into the club, Ian instructed her to go through the other door, which led to the locker rooms, and leave her wrap, dress, and shoes in a locker.
He handed her a simple lock to use and told her to return to him at the bar, pointing to where he intended to wait for her a few feet away.
She went through the door and down the closest set of stairs with a sign indicating the ladies’ locker room.
In addition to the lockers, there were the bathroom and shower areas and a little lounge and vanity area.
A few women were already there, and two of them politely said hello to her as they walked out the door leading to the pit.
One was wearing a black vinyl catsuit while the other was dressed in only a thong with pasties on her nipples, and Angie couldn’t help her gaping stare at their retreating backs.
Another woman about her age smiled at her and held out her hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Shelby. You must be new here.”
Angie grinned at the woman’s bubbly personality and electric-blue straight hair, matching her bra and short skirt set. She shook Shelby’s hand. “Hi, I’m Angie, and yes, tonight is my first night. I’ve never been in a club like this, so I’m a little nervous.”
Shelby’s eyes widened a little, and she laughed.
“A newbie-newbie? Wow, are you in for a culture shock. I remember my first time about twelve years ago, and sometimes I’m still surprised I went back a second time after some of the things I saw.
Who’s your Master?” At Angie’s confused look, she added, “Your collar means you’re someone’s sub. ”
So nervous and excited, Angie had forgotten she had it on. Fingering the soft leather, she said, “Oh, right. I’m here with Ian… I mean, Master Ian.”
The other submissive got a starry-eyed look on her face. “Master Ian is such a dreamboat. In fact, his brother and the other guys at Trident are too. I think it’s some sort of a requirement they have over there.”
Even though Angie agreed, she had a sudden pang of jealousy, wondering if Ian and Shelby had ever hooked up together.
Shaking it off, she told herself she had no right to inquire about his past lovers, even though she’d asked about the bitch, Heather, the night of the gala.
He hadn’t asked her about her past relationships, so she assumed they were both leaving their own personal baggage behind them.
The point was, he was here with her, and he’d told her earlier in the week that while they were dating, he insisted they be exclusive.
Ian didn’t like to share, which worked out well because neither did Angie.
“Just remember,” Shelby told her, “don’t be rude or snarky to a Dom or Domme, and stay out of trouble.
Those are the easiest ways to get a punishment.
” She giggled. “Unless it’s what you’re in the mood for.
Remember your safeword, and if you’re unsure of anything, tell Master Ian immediately.
The Doms aren’t mindreaders, so you must speak up if there’s a problem or you’re scared about something.
And if Master Ian isn’t next to you for some reason, and there’s a problem, grab any of the Dungeon Masters—they’re in gold vests—or a security officer in a red shirt and bow tie. ”