Chapter 9 #3
As I finished fucking her, cleaning her, I really wanted to pull her into my arms and take a small nap, but then all of a sudden, the alarm went off.
Being the head of security, I had to find out what was going on.
I threw my pants on, told her to stay put, and then I exited the room and headed down the hall to the security room.
I entered the room, and no one was manning the desk.
What the hell is going on? As I looked at the feed from the cameras, I saw that there was a commotion in the main room.
I see a guy holding a knife to his Dominatrix’s throat.
I rushed to the main room to see three of the security guys trying to reason with Ramon.
I walk straight up to him, and I can see that he knows he is in deep shit.
“Ramon, what seems to be the issue?” I ask as calmly as I can. I don’t want him to slip and slit Mistress Monique’s throat.
Ramon just stares at me with glazed eyes.
That fucker is high on something, and Mistress Monique should have caught that and sent him home.
From behind them, I see Butch slowly making his way to them.
He nods to me, raises his hand and gives me the signal that we have in place for situations like this.
As he gets ready to grab Ramon, I go for the knife and grab it out of his hand as Butch grabs Ramon.
Ramon is stunned long enough for me to grab his mistress and move her behind me.
Butch escorts Ramon to a private holding room to let him cool off.
We both talk with Mistress Monique to find out what was going on.
She indicated that Ramon was getting very cocky with her, and she had just finished administering a punishment.
We decide that Ramon is to be banished from the club.
I will let Butch handle that part of the equation.
I let everyone know that everything has been handled and to go about the rest of their evening.
The crowd disperses, and I make my way back to the private room that I left Gia in.
When I enter the room, she is fast asleep.
I hate to wake her, but our time is up. I don’t want to push my luck with her.
I walk over to where there is some bottled water sitting on the sideboard and then give her a quick kiss to wake her up.
I hand her the water and tell her to hydrate and then go and get dressed as we must leave.
As we are exiting the room, Susan and Master Craig are walking down the hall. Well, this is awkward. I didn’t want anyone to see Gia here. Master Craig won’t say anything, but there is no telling what Susan will do.
“Master Craig, how are you this evening?” I ask.
“Doing great, thank you for the suggestion of working with Susan. I think if she is amenable, she would make me a great Sub,” he states as he stares at her.
Her eyes are as big as saucers at this moment, and she can’t take her eyes off Gia.
Fuck, this isn’t good. I know how much Susan wanted me as her permanent Dom, but she isn’t what I am looking for in a Sub.
“Susan, I hope you are behaving yourself for Master Craig,” I say.
“Yes, Sir,” she responds.
I turn to Gia, and her eyes are like Susan’s, big as saucers. We have a lot to talk about in the truck on the drive home, that is for sure. Master Craig and I say goodbye, and Gia and I walk out to the lot behind the club, and I place her in the truck for the ride home.
“Gia, I’m sorry that someone was in the hallway as we were leaving, and when I say someone, I mean Susan. I know that it was a surprise, but one of the things that we pride ourselves on is confidentiality. If she starts any shit at the gym with you about this, I want to know right away.”
“I can’t say that I was completely shocked to see her in the hall, but now I understand why she is always all over you at the gym any chance she gets.”
“Would you like me to speak to her privately to make sure she is on the same page?”
“No, I will just wait and see if she starts any shit. If she does, I won’t hesitate to have Kenzie fire her.”
I smile, knowing that Gia is one badass lady, and I don’t think there is anything to worry about. We drive back to her place in silence.
“You should be receiving an email from the club in the next couple of days with the necessary forms to become a member. You will need to complete it and return it before I am able to take you back to the club.”
She nods, and we continue to the apartment in silence.
When we arrive at the apartment, I walk around and gently help her out of the truck. I walk her to the door and then give her a long kiss. She smiles at me and then unlocks the door and disappears behind it.
Gia
As I make my way to my room, tonight’s events play through my head.
First and foremost, I am a submissive. Of that, I am positive.
The way my body responded to everything Logan subjected it to was amazing and freeing.
The outfit he purchased for me was the sexiest thing I have ever worn, and he made me feel sexy and cherished tonight.
I can’t wait until the next time we get together at the club.
It is unfortunate that of all the people to run into tonight, it had to be Susan.
I am hoping that she really doesn’t start any shit at the gym.
I would hate to lose a great yoga instructor.
My phone dings, and I see that I have a new email. The email is from The Velvet Playroom and contains the application that Logan told me about on the ride home that will need to be completed in order for the two of us to be at the club. I am too tired to complete it; tomorrow is another day.
After taking a shower, I slip into some silky boy shorts and a tank top and crawl underneath the covers and close my eyes.
Before I know it, my alarm goes off, and I groan, wanting to sleep just a bit longer.
Unfortunately, I have a 6:00 a.m. class.
I walk into the kitchen. Sara is up and drinking a cup of coffee.
I grab my favorite mug from the cabinet and pour my coffee and join Sara at the table.
“So, did you have a good evening last night?”
“It was an amazing evening, and you are so wrong about Logan. He is the most amazing man I have ever met.”
“Where did he take you last night?”
Sara and I have never had secrets from each other, and I don’t plan on starting now. She needs to know, and I bet this won’t help Logan’s defense, but I need to tell her. “He took me to a club. But it isn’t a club that you have been to.”
“Oh, is there a new club in town?”
“Not really; apparently, it has been around a while, but it is very exclusive.”
“Tell me more; how exciting! An exclusive club in our area, who knew. Apparently, I haven’t been hanging with the right people.”
I smile and take a deep breath. “Sara, have you ever wondered about the BDSM lifestyle?”
Her eyes grow huge, and then an enormous smile appears on her face. “Are you fucking kidding me? All the time. Are you saying that Logan is into that lifestyle? I am 100% positive he is a Dom. Am I right?”
I can’t believe how accepting Sara is about this. “Yes, and I found out that I am a Submissive, and last night was amazing.”
“Holy Shit Gia, tell me everything and don’t leave out any details.”
After telling her everything that went down last night, including my run-in with Susan, Sara comes over and gives me a huge hug.
This completely stuns me. I thought she would bitch and shout about this, but she is so accepting.
I hug her back, and we discuss the day ahead.
She tells me she can’t make my 6:00 a.m. class this morning as she already made plans to have breakfast with her co-workers.
They have a pending presentation, and every hour counts.
When I arrive at the gym, the weight room is busy with various extremely well-built men, all showing off their muscles for the skimpy-clad ladies. Sometimes I wonder if they are just there to find a husband, but whatever, I don’t have time to dwell on this.
After putting my stuff away, I stop by Kenzie’s office, and she said the apartment is ready and I can move in at any time. I thank her and make a mental note to talk to Logan to get some coordination of help to move me in.
My first class is busy; I think every mat area was being used.
It felt good to stretch my muscles after last night’s activities.
As I think of last night, a huge smile comes over my face.
And just like that, it vanishes as Susan appears in front of me.
I was going to try to get out of the studio before she started her class, but no such luck.
“Good morning, Gia. How was your evening?” she asks sarcastically.
“I had a wonderful evening, Susan, thanks for asking. Have a great class.” With that, I walked out of the studio. I don’t have time for her drama.
Susan’s students start to file in, so she has no choice but to stay and chit chat with the early arrivals.
As I look over my shoulder, I feel daggers going into my back with the cold, black stare she is giving me.
I think I need a bit more information from Logan about their relationship, so I know how to handle myself around Susan.
And as if by magic, Logan appears in front of me. “Hello Beautiful, did you sleep well last night?"
“As a matter of fact, I slept amazingly well. Thank goodness I had a 6:00 a.m. class today, I need to do some stretching after my evening.”
“Hey, Kenzie told me that our apartments are ready. What day are you wanting to move in? I have Mario, Marco and Tony willing to help.”
“Awesome, but I don’t know Tony. Is he a member here?”
“He is, he usually comes in the evening. He is a trauma Counselor, and a member of The Velvet Playroom.”
“Great, I was thinking maybe Wednesday? I don’t have any classes until the evening, and I really don’t have much, maybe a couple of hours’ worth of moving stuff up.