Chapter 2 #2
"Okay, everyone, now that we've got all the legalities out of the way, we're ready to start.
Understand that now you're here, you get to choose kink or dare. If your name is called, you have to choose one. You have a safe word, which you’ve been instructed how to use, but you do have to participate in your turn.
Once your name is called, you're in. Now, let's go.
He claps his hands. One of the staff steps up with a black leather box. Leo reaches in and pulls out a red scrap of paper.
Elodie tugs at the ridiculously short hem of her red dress as pre-cum seeps from the tip of my cock. God, her ass is something else. Her tits are things only a god could have created.
Leo's voice hits me again. This time straight in the chest.
"Our first lucky newbie tonight is... Allegra. Allegra, where are you?"
Most people don’t use their real names when they come here, especially not for the first time. Many of the members never use their real name inside the walls of the club.
This is a safe space, somewhere to be yourself without fear of being doxed at work or when you’re picking out the perfect cucumber at the grocery.
Somehow, though, I already know, she’s Allegra.
Every fiber of my being goes rigid. Sure enough, I watch both her friends push and pull her tiny, lithe body until she's standing, giggling, cheeks as red as stop signs, knees pressed together, fingers over her mouth.
This is a fucking nightmare.
Leo grins and chuckles as another staff member stands on his other side with another box. He reaches in and pulls out a black slip of paper. I know exactly what's coming.
"Okay, Allegra, you need to decide. Kink or dare?"
Both friends shout, "Kink!" while Elodie keeps her fingers pressed to her lips. Leo watches her patiently.
"Allegra, my friend, you need to say the word. Is kink what you want?"
She turns to her friends, then back at Leo, and gives him an almost imperceptible nod.
"Our first participant chooses kink. And your kink master for tonight, and the kink you'll be engaging in is..." He unfolds the black slip of paper and chuckles. "Sir Richard, and position control. What a great way to start the evening."
I've known Sir Richard going on five years. I already know exactly what this means. And there is no fucking way he's putting his hands on her.
I'm moving through the crowd, focused on my niece as the room hums around her.
Elodie looks like she's about to pass out. One of our staff steps up, holding a brand new seven-inch black leather posture collar and a chrome arm bar with matching cuffs on each end. I snatch it away before Sir Richard gets within three feet of her. He catches my eye and works his way next to me.
"What's going on, man? This is my turn. My name was picked. You don't participate in this. What's going on?"
Elodie's innocent face turns toward us. Her mouth falls open. I look into Richard's curious smirk.
"Not this girl." I seethe.
God, she’s breathtaking. Girl next door meets sex kitten.
Sleek natural waves of beach blonde hair break over her shoulders. I’m so used to her hair being in that tight bun on top of her head. She looks…free. Natural.
Her body’s a masterpiece. She’s kept too thin in my opinion, her curves held back by her extreme diet and too much dance, but that’s been her dream.
Or so she says.
Her cheeks are ripe tonight, none of that over done stage make up either. Doe brown eyes are round and full of all that sweet innocence I want to corrupt.
He exhales slowly through his nose. "Looks like our Iceman has a weakness after all." He glances back at her. "Barely legal. She's some of the sweetest fresh meat we've had in here in a long time. I'm not giving up my spot, Rye. You know the rules. Our world runs on rules."
"The rules just changed. You put one hand on her, there's no safe word that'll save you. Step fucking back." I keep my voice low enough that only Richard and Leo hear, but there’s no doubt the crowd is reading the tension.
The room goes silent. Nothing but breathing.
Leo needs to clean this up and fast. I lean in close to his ear. "Tell the crowd there's a minor change of plans. A little bump at the start of things. Keep it moving."
Leo steps forward smoothly. "So, we have a little game we play here where one of our owners, if so inclined, can play their trump card. And it seems tonight Sir Rye has played his. Allegra, your new kink master for this evening is Sir Rye. It's okay. Don't be afraid. Let's keep this going."
My breath rifles in and out of my lungs. Things are happening below my belt that have never happened to me in this building before.
Elodie inches forward, eyes on me, something caught between fear and confusion on her face, lips pressed into a tight line as murmurs move through the crowd. I lean in to Leo. "Keep going. Call the next name."
She steps in front of me.
"Uncle Rye." Her voice is like wind chimes in a storm. "What are you—"
"I'll explain. But first you need to explain to me what the fuck you're doing in a place like this."
Her shoulders stiffen. Chin goes up. "I can be where I want. I'm eighteen. I signed the papers at the door. I showed my ID. I'm here for an experience."
I should be pissed. I am pissed. But her little bravado, that inner brat coming out to play, only makes my restraint that much harder to hold onto.
I shrug. "Is that so? You're a big girl now, huh?"
"I'm here with my friends for an experience.
And I'm going to get it with you or without you.
" She holds my gaze. "So what's it going to be?
Are you going to give it to me, or am I going back to Sir Richard?
Because he's still staring. I think he might be a little pissed that you knocked him down in front of everybody. "
“Sir Richard is going to lose his fucking eyeballs,” I growl. "Come here."
I close my fingers around her upper arm and lead her to the small, designated area for the evening's first scene. Leather flooring, a bright spotlight overhead. Leo's still talking, but every set of eyes in the room is still on us.
"You want an experience. You're going to get one."
I set the arm bar on the table, unsnap the posture collar, and look at my niece.
I think about birthday parties. Taking her to the zoo.
The thrift store runs that are one of our favorite things.
Her mother hates it every time she comes home with secondhand clothes, but I’d do anything to see that smile.
What I want to tell her is something I'll take to my grave.
"Lift your hair."
She blinks at me.
"For the rest of this evening, I'm your Dom. You do what I say. Your only out is your safe word. Do you understand?"
Her eyelashes flutter. She's deciding.
She turns, gathers her hair, and lifts, exposing that long, graceful neck. The neck I've imagined my teeth marks on more times than I'll ever admit.
"Good girl."
Those two words sting my lips. I've never called a woman that before. It feels like the closest thing to a commitment I've ever made.
I slip the collar around her neck. If there was ever a neck made for a posture collar, it's hers. I snap the five stainless snaps—pop, pop, pop—then turn her to face me, and take in the way it holds her chin. The silver crow ring on the front catches the light.
I damn near come in my pants.
I reach for the chrome arm bar, the rings and cuffs clinking as I step behind her. God, she looks fragile. So young. If she so much as brushed against me right, I’d ejaculate.
She attempts to turn her head.
I catch the back of her hair immediately.
"That posture collar is on for a reason. You’re kink for this session is movement restriction. Eyes forward, head up. You don't turn your head unless you ask properly and I give permission. Are we clear?"
A half-laugh escapes her. "Uncle Rye, you’re pretty comfortable here. Care to explain yourself?"
I release her hair, reach down, and binding her wrist in my fingers. "Hold your arm out. Right here." I raise it up, tugging it straight, parallel to the floor. "Both of them."
I don't answer her question. If she wants to play this game, she's going to learn how it's played from an expert.
I latch one wrist into the cuff and cinch it. Step around, do the other one. Then step back.
God.
What a work of art. Head high, red dress, six-inch heels, the chrome bar glinting in the spotlight, her hands hanging limp and helpless at each end.
I have never seen anything so beautiful in my entire life.
"You'll wear this until I take it off you."
I step slowly around to face her, hands pushed into my front pockets, letting my eyes travel up and down without apology. If she only knew how many times I'd imagined exactly this, she wouldn't have that look on her face that says she knows she's safe with me.
The pressure wrapped around my windpipe makes every breath a battle.
She extends her fingers and wiggles them, testing her new reality. Then the corner of her mouth curves up.
"I kind of like it."
I lean in.
"Good. I think we're going to find a lot of things you like tonight."