Chapter 9
Logan
The conversation with Gia could not have gone any better. She is open to the lifestyle, and I think she will be very responsive. In a matter of a few months, my life has changed dramatically.
I don’t have any classes today. I am letting Mario wet his feet with the boot camp sessions.
I decided to go to my favorite shop to buy something special for Gia to wear tonight.
Even though we won’t be going into the main room tonight, I want her to feel the part as well.
I know I told her street clothes were fine, but I really want to do this.
After making my purchases, I head to the club to review the log and videos from the night before and check in with Cosimo to find out if there is anything I need to know for the coming week.
I also set up the private room that I had already reserved a few days prior.
I am, if nothing else , always prepared.
I knock on the office door and wait for Cosimo to grant permission to enter.
“Hey Logan, I heard you were here going over the security logs and videos, anything jump out at you from last night?”
“Not really, although I was watching Susan in the main room, and she seems to be pushing Doms to administer punishments. I am wondering if she needs to be paired with a permanent Dom who might be able to get her under control.”
“I agree with you. I was talking to Master Craig, as he has been with her a few times. He told me he might consider it if she is amenable.”
“I think they would be a perfect match based on what I see when he is with a Sub.”
With that, we say our goodbyes, and I head back to my apartment to catch some much-needed sleep. Even though it is early, I drift off to sleep very quickly. Suddenly, there is a loud bang outside my window. I jump up and head to the window, only to see that my bike is in flames! What the fuck.
I throw my pants and boots on and head down to the lot behind the building. When I throw open the door, a few of the trainers are there with fire extinguishers trying to get the fire under control. The fire truck pulls in and takes over. Good thing they are only one block away.
“Hey Logan, what the hell happened to your bike, my friend?”
“Dude, so glad you guys got here so quickly. Hell, if I know. But if I find the cocksucker who did this, you guys are going to have to hold me back.”
After Butch’s team finishes extinguishing the fire, I head to what was once my bike. As I scratch my head, I look up to see everyone who was in the building are now standing along the wall whispering to each other.
“Nothing to see here, go back inside!” I yell. I watch as they all file into the building and the door shuts. Butch walks over and slaps my back. We stand there in a moment of silence. I know he is feeling my pain. He has a sweet ride, so he knows how devastated I am.
“Looks like it could be arson, so we will send someone over to take a look. You might want to keep it covered for now until the investigator arrives. They are backed up, so it might be tomorrow before he can make it.”
Once we say our goodbyes and they head out, I go back to my room and call my insurance company. I give them specific details of what the fire department shared and that an arson investigator will be coming out soon to check it out.
I set an alarm on my phone and lay back down, hoping that sleep will overtake me, so I don’t dwell on this and get more pissed than I already am. I have a big night tonight, and I must compartmentalize my feelings so I don’t do something stupid and scare Gia.
My alarm goes off; I get up and change into a pair of jeans and a loose button-up shirt. I grab my bag, which has my clothes for the evening as well as what I purchased for Gia. Leaving the boots behind for now. I grab my bike keys and I realize that isn’t an option. The truck will have to do.
As I make my way to Gia’s place, or should I say Sara’s place, I am starting to get butterflies in my stomach. I have had my share of breaking into Subs and this really isn’t different other than I have actual feelings for her.
I pull up, and as I get out of the truck, I see Sara coming out of the apartment. Well, this won’t be going well, I can just feel it. Gia told me she wouldn’t be home when I came to pick her up, but apparently something happened to make her be here right now.
Sara marches straight up to me, grabs my shirt and practically spits in my face. “Logan, if you hurt Gia and break her heart, you will have to deal with me, is that clear, you man-whore?”
“That isn’t my intention, Sara. I haven’t been with anyone for two months since I started seeing Gia.”
She gives me that bitch look that I know she is famous for, and then she lets go of my shirt, turns on her heels, and heads back into the apartment.
As I make my way up to the door, Gia comes out looking amazing as ever.
She is dressed in a cute green floral sundress, with silver flip-flops. She does love to be comfortable.
“Hi handsome,” she says and then goes up on her toes to give me a quick peck on the lips. I have a feeling that was for show as I am positive that Sara is watching from the window.
“Well, hey beautiful, how are you? Are you nervous?”
“Kind of, and I am sorry that Sara is home, but the asshole stood her up, and she was too tired to really do anything else, so she came home just as I was getting ready. What you experienced was tame compared to how she can be, trust me.”
“I told her that I would take good care of you, and she seemed satisfied for now.”
I grab her hand in mine and walk her to the truck. I open the door and lift her up due to the lift kit that was installed, and it gives me the opportunity to touch her.
“I thought we were going on the bike, but this is kind of fun.”
“About that, you are going to hear all about it tomorrow at the gym, but my bike blew up and burned.”
“What? Why? Was there something wrong with the bike?”
“The fire department came out, and Butch feels it might be arson; the investigator should be out tomorrow. But let’s not talk about it now; we have a big evening, and I want to keep it pleasant, if that is okay with you?”
Gia shakes her head yes, and she settles in next to me for the ride to the club. She fits perfectly at my side, and I am hopeful that what she experiences tonight will not scare her away. I really want this to work. I need this to work.
G
ia
The news about Logan’s bike is a shock. Who would do that?
As we pull up to the back of the club, Logan shuts down the truck and turns to me.
He grabs my face between his very large hands and gives me a passionate kiss.
He pulls away, smiles and then gets out of the truck and comes to my side, helping me down to the ground.
Those large warm hands fit perfectly around my waist. How did I get so lucky to have met someone like him?
We walk to the back door, and he enters a code. As we enter the hallway, I notice that there are doors on both sides of the hallway. Logan takes me to the third door on the right. Again, he enters a code and then opens it for me to enter.
What appears before me is nothing I thought I would find in a BDSM club, but then again, I have nothing to compare it to, other than what I researched online.
The room has white carpeting, red walls, and a gorgeous bed, all decked in black satin.
The headboard is a black tufted type of headboard, but I see large rings on each side of the headboard.
There is a sideboard of some type to the right of the bed, and to the left are various whips hanging from the wall.
There is also an additional door, painted black, next to the whips.
Logan breathes on my neck as he slowly walks me forward and then shuts the door and locks it.
“There is a bathroom off to the left. I bought you something special to wear for the evening.” He opens his bag that he had been carrying and hands me a smaller box with a red bow on it.
“I will be out here when you are ready. Take your time. There should also be a glass of your favorite red wine on the sink in there to help relax you.”
I nod and make my way to the bathroom. The light is already on, and I notice a glass of wine sitting on the counter. The first thing I do is lock the door behind me, take a deep breath and take a long drink from the glass.
Nothing prepares me for what I find in the box.
A black corset with rhinestones and a black lacy thong.
I put on the corset. Thank goodness it zips from the front, or there would be no way for me to put this on all by myself.
The thong slips over my thighs and feels wonderful.
I turn around and look in the full-length mirror.
Wow, this outfit fits me like a glove. He is good at picking out clothing for this lifestyle.
As I am taking another drink from my wine glass, I hear a quiet rap on the door. Logan asks me if everything is okay and if there is anything he can get me. I advise him that I will be out shortly and decide I better relieve myself before going out there to a new chapter in my life.
I open the door. Logan is standing by the bed. He also changed. What a sight! A Greek god couldn’t look any better. He is wearing black leather pants, with a very substantial bulge in the front. He is barefoot and bare-chested. A huge smile comes across his face as he looks me up and down.
“Well, fuck me, I knew you would look fantastic in what I bought, but you are utterly gorgeous.”
I know I am blushing as I stare at him. Holy hell, I can’t believe he wants me. His hair is down and not pulled back like it normally is, and I can’t wait to run my hands through it.
As I am lost in my thoughts, I am brought back to the present by his voice.
“Gia, your training begins now. What that means is you will follow all my instructions. Do you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, Vienna.”
“Yes, Sir, Gia, always yes, Sir, do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”