34. Rian
Thirty Four
Rian
Istall the car, and all goes quiet.
“Nervous?”
“Deadly.” Catriona tugs at the scandalously short hem of her black tube dress – a five-euro purchase from a bargain basket, she told me, that’s been living at the very back of her closet, never to be worn.
Until today.
“You’re safe with me. I’ll not let anything happen to you that you don’t want. We don’t even have to go – we can leave right now if you want.”
“No! I mean” – she tries to laugh – “I’m too curious now, having thought about this place for days.”
I reach into my pocket and bring out two simple black velvet masks with no decorations or adornments.
“Come here,” I say, and obediently, she turns to me. The power kick I get from seeing her like this, so submissive, is pressing against my chest. I can practically feel how my spine lengthens and my shoulders widen, knowing she’ll be under my control tonight.
With care, I secure the rubber band over her head.
Her eyes seem huge behind the mask. She’s always so strong and defiant, but this is totally outside her comfort zone.
I run my fingers through her hair so it falls in cascades over the rubber band, and accidentally brush my thumb over her barely covered breast. I hum contentedly at confirming that she’s skipped the bra.
Her legs press together on the leather seat.
“Perfect. Let’s go.” I quickly secure my own mask, then stop her as she reaches for the door handle. “Wait for me.”
Yeah, I’m on a power trip, but entwined is the need to protect her, even the small act of opening her door and helping her out of the low seat of my Jaguar, or shielding her as we walk up to the unassuming entrance of The Bureau.
“I hope you have an exciting night,” the hostess purrs as she buzzes us through the internal doors after we’ve registered.
“Breathe, Catriona,” I whisper and tuck her to my side as the doors close behind us in a small, dark corridor.
She takes a deep breath that threatens to spill her tits out of the dress.
The sensuous music with its low beat adds to the visual experience as we walk into the club.
I lead her to a quiet corner, giving her time to absorb it all.
If it weren’t for her blonde hair, we would be completely hidden in the shadows, both dressed in black.
I regret the masks, as I would love to see her expression.
“Is it what you expected?”
Catriona takes her time answering. “No, it’s a lot more discreet. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lot on display! But I guess I expected it to be more, you know, in your face.”
“This is the social room. The chained-up people and the fucking in every corner happens in other rooms.” I smirk and Catriona flicks her gaze from me to the people in the room a few times, trying to figure out if I’m messing with her.
“Um, well… It does look a little like a social club. Although with less clothes.”
“A lot of people come here to socialise rather than for sex. For some, being a Dom or a submissive is who they are. But they can’t be that person in the real world. This club is a safe haven where they can be themselves around people who are either like-minded or non-judgemental.”
“Do you know any of them?”
“Some.” I shrug. “I was away for several years, and I’m not here as often as I may let on.”
She nods before firing her next question.
“Are most people here Doms and submissives?”
“There are all kinds of people here.” Tilting my head towards a group of people by the bar, where one is on her knees on a leash, I continue, “You can probably guess that they’re Doms and subs, and as I said, this is their lifestyle.
Then you have those where this is their sexual preference, but it doesn’t affect their life in general.
Others are here to spice up their otherwise vanilla sex life.
And others…” I nudge her. “Others, like you, are busybodies who want to know what’s going on. ”
“And you…are you a Dom?”
“I crave control, so I’ve got Dom traits. It may surprise you, but lately, I’ve been more of a voyeur. I like to watch, which is totally in line with this club – a lot of people get off on being watched.”
“You don’t take part at all?” she asks, surprised.
“Oh, I do. I have. You must know that after what we’ve done?”
“Fair enough.” Her teeth dig into her bottom lip as if to stop a smile forming.
“But it can be difficult to find someone I’d like to pair with.” Especially since I developed my obsession with a certain blonde in the office. “It’s easier to watch. Your imagination is your biggest erogenous zone. Mostly I would have one of the submissives suck me off while I watch a scene.”
Catriona’s head snaps up to mine at my crude words. “Oh!” Again, I regret the mask.
I clear my throat. “It sounds worse than it is. It’s what gets some of them off, serving, being obedient, as much as it gets the man off.” Her eyes shift to take in the view of the room again.
“Okay.” She doesn’t sound convinced.
I lower my head to hers and whisper, “Enough talk. I want to see what turns my innocent good girl on.” There’s an immediate reaction, those tell-tale signs when her body responds to my voice and my words. The hitch of her breath and the way her shoulders push back while her stance softens.
I curl my fingers around the indent of her waist and guide her into the mix of people.
A muffled grunt from the speakers greets us in the next room.
Catriona’s step falters as she takes in the public stage with a professional act bathed in spotlights.
A woman in a shiny catsuit with holes cut in strategic places is flogging a man’s back while he eats her out.
Half-moon-shaped booths face the stage, and I lead us to a free one.
Catriona is so gloriously shy as she barely dares watch the act through her downcast eyelashes, her cheeks all tinted below the mask.
“Rian!” she hisses as I slide my hand down her top.
“Ssssh… Everyone is watching the show.”
She squirms in her seat, glancing nervously around her as I play with her soft tits and hard nipples, but soon she’s too caught up in the act before her to care. She gasps as the man on the stage shoots his load over the dominatrix’s black latex boots and she forces him to lick it up.
“Wow, that’s…new,” my goddess mumbles and pulls at the hem of her dress.
“Let’s see if we can find anything else that’s new for you.”
“That won’t be hard.” She huffs.
“If it’s hard you’re looking for, we don’t have to go far.” I grab her hand and press it against my cock that has been filled with blood since she slipped into my car.
“Rian!” she whispers in a tone that’s a mix of shock and a giggle. But she cups her palm around my aching member and gives it a squeeze, a satisfied grin on her face when I groan.
Smaller private stages are set up in half a dozen rooms, where couples play out their wicked desires in public. I scowl at a bloke who’s sizing up Catriona with too much interest and wrap my arm possessively around her back. Not today, mate! Not ever.
Catriona’s jaw goes slack as we come across a naked woman on her knees with her arms tied behind her back, giving the man in front of her a blow job – not dissimilar to what we did in my office.
The woman wears a leather collar, and I wonder what Catriona would look like with one.
A collar made of thin leather straps braided into a French sinnet attached to a silver hoop.
A growl rumbles in my chest and I pull her with me to the next room, eager to get to our end destination.
On our way there, we pass private rooms with viewing windows.
In one of them, a man is tied to the bed as a woman is using all her body parts to tease and arouse him.
“I’ve never been tied down myself, but if you were on top of me, grinding like she does, then I might be tempted,” I whisper in her ear.
“A first for Mr Kearney?” she replies breathlessly. “I’m up for that.”
I bite her earlobe, and she moans softly.
“Not tonight.”
Leading her a bit further down the corridor, I stop at an open door that shows an empty room, yet the sign next to it says occupied. I motion for Catriona to enter. Confused, she looks up at me.
“R-Rian?”
“Do you trust me?”
I hold my breath while her internal battle takes place. She steps into the room, and I hide my sigh of relief. Her eyes flick across the room as I lock the door behind us and pull a heavy drape across the viewing window.
“No one can see us now.” This time it’s Catriona who lets out a sigh of relief, but her breath hitches as I step over to a row of implements hanging on the wall. I flick the coil of blue cotton rope that I specifically requested. “Now it’s only you and me. I can do with you whatever I want.”
I walk back to her, circling her, letting the words take effect. I know the images of the things we have witnessed in the last hour are going through her mind.
“I can do whatever I want. No one will hear. No one will see. Just you and me. Alone.” The last word is whispered in her ear, and her body trembles.
Carefully, I remove her mask. I want to see her eyes for this.
At a large set of drawers, I remove my own mask as well as my shirt.
I also take off my shoes and socks. There is no need to tell her to stand still – I know she will.
Circling her again, I stop in front of her and slowly pull her tube dress down.
She moans as the material glides along her skin, leaving her in only a tiny pair of string panties.
I rest on one knee in front of her and grab the sides.
“You dirty minx,” I hiss as I pull her panties down her legs. “You’ve shaved.”
She blushes. Her bare mound is right in my eyeline, the lips shining and I breathe in her addictive scent. It’s with effort I get up. Tasting her will have to wait.
“Hold out your hands.”