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“Damn, Abby,” Meagan said.
I motioned for Michelle to bring me another. “I’m celebrating.”
“I wasn’t being critical. I’ll join you.”
Michelle quickly returned with our drinks and we toasted the blog.
We didn’t order anything else after the second drink. Not long after our glasses were cleared, the man from the door came by and asked Meagan to dance.
He lifted his eyebrow my way before taking off with her, but I shook my head. Nathaniel wou
ld be mad as hell if I danced with someone at a BDSM club. Nathaniel. Shit. I didn’t want to think about what he’d have to say about Meagan’s idea of “clubbing.” I mean, he’d thought I’d gone out for an innocent night of dancing with my new boss. This was hardly the scene he’d expected either.
Nathaniel and I had been to a few clubs in the city before. We hadn’t been to any since Henry was born, though. Looking around at the crowd made me want to plan a night out with him soon. I enjoyed being out in public as my Master’s submissive. And I had really enjoyed the few times we’d played publicly.
The male couple in the corner had started their scene. In another time and place, I might have drifted closer to watch, but I really didn’t feel like it. For some reason it didn’t seem right without Nathaniel. I thought about calling him, but there was no point. I was already here. I turned back to the dance floor, but couldn’t see Meagan or the guy she was dancing with.
Michelle walked by with a tray of drinks, so I flagged her down.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Have you seen the lady I came in with?” I asked, not wanting to use her real name and not comfortable calling my boss “Mistress M.”
“Yes, ma’am. She went into one of the private rooms with Master V.”
Well, wasn’t that fantastic? She left me alone in a BDSM club where I knew no one and had no clue as to protocol. It really wasn’t like her and she probably had a good reason, but I was slightly pissed. “Can you bring me another drink?” I asked.
The drinks must have been stronger than I thought, because when I hopped down from my stool midway through the third, the room swayed a bit. Or maybe it was me. I squinted at my watch. Meagan had been gone for over an hour. The male couple had finished some time ago and had left the demo corner empty. I watched as a group of people went down a hallway, probably to a private room.
During the time Meagan had been gone, several male Dominants had approached me. I’d turned them all down, of course. When Nathaniel and I went to a club together, I had to get his permission before talking to another Dom. Under the circumstances, however, I felt it acceptable. After all, I was turning them down.
Surely Meagan and her guy were finished now or at least in the middle of some aftercare. I’d just walk down the hallways to see if I could find them. I thought about calling a cab, but I didn’t want to leave my new boss alone, even though it appeared she may have done that to me.
I wobbled a bit more than I expected. Maybe two drinks would be my limit in the future. I looked down the first hallway, but found only closed doors. I might not know this particular club’s protocol, but I knew it would be frowned upon to open a closed door at any club.
Not ready to give up, I walked back to the main room and down a different hallway. This one boasted closed doors as well, but at the far end, the very last room had an open door. Doubtful that would be the room Meagan was in, but I didn’t have anywhere else to look. I walked down the hall and poked my head inside.
“Hello, there, pretty,” the man inside said. “Why don’t you step inside for a minute?”
“No, thank you.” I stepped in the middle of the doorway so I could see who I was talking to. “I was looking for someone, but she’s not here.”
The man in the room stood up. He was heavyset and didn’t appear to have shaved for a day or two. He stepped close to me and I smelled the alcohol on his breath. I tried to back away, but he somehow managed to maneuver himself in a way that made me move to the side. When he stepped into my personal space again, I shifted and found myself inside the room.
“There we go,” he said blocking the doorway. “Now I have you inside by your own free will.”
My mind was still fuzzy about how I wound up inside, and I blurted out the first thing I could think of. “I’m drunk.”
His smile was evil. “Nah, you’re just relaxed. Works better that way, I think. Your body can take more.”
My heart sped up. One flick of his wrist and I’d be locked inside with him. The fuzzy edges around my mind started to hum. “I actually want to leave now,” I said.
“Why would you want to go? We haven’t even started yet.”
“Now. Move.”
He leered at me. “I don’t like the way you’re looking at me, little sub.” His hand moved to the doorknob. “I’m going to have to remind you how you’re supposed to talk to your Top.”
I swayed and shouted the one thing I could think of, “Red!”
“Bitch.” The leer left his face and he went to close the door, but at the last second, a booted foot kept it from shutting.
“I heard someone safeword,” the owner of the boot said, opening the door and looking inside. “Everything okay?”
We both answered at once.
“No.”
“Yes.”
The man at the door was tall and dark, and he wore a frown. He crossed his arms and looked from me to the other man. “What’s going on?”
“Just a little disagreement with my sub.”
“I am not your sub,” I said, but it probably would have had more impact if it wasn’t slurred when it came out.
“How much have you had to drink?” asked the stranger at the door.
“Three?”
He mumbled something under his breath that didn’t sound like it should be repeated in front of ladies or children and glared at the man who’d claimed I was his sub. “She safeworded and even if she hadn’t, she’s not sober enough to consent.”
The other guy wasn’t going to back down. “Who are you?”
“I’m a guest who’s here for the weekend. And from what I can tell, I won’t be back.” He turned back to me. “Are you alone or are you with someone?”
Before I could say anything, I was interrupted.
“She’s with me,” the man who had trapped me in the room said.
Moving faster than I would have thought possible for a man of his size, the dark guy shot his hand out and grabbed the other man by the throat. “She safeworded. You are no longer involved in this conversation. If you continue to act otherwise, I will call the police and file assault charges.”
The guy nodded, which was quite an accomplishment considering how tightly the dark man was holding him.
“Let’s go somewhere we can talk,” the dark man said to me.
I hesitated, suddenly uneasy. He was acting like my savior now, but who could tell? I might be trading one nightmare for another. He pressed his lips together.
“Of course,” he said. “You don’t know me. Let’s go into the main room.”
That sounded safer. I nodded and we made our way down the hall. Once back in the main room, I collapsed on a couch, suddenly exhausted. I realized all at once just how drunk I was and how close I’d come to being assaulted. I burst into tears.
“Hell,” dark man said. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
He looked around as if he didn’t know what to do. He held out a hand, but then took it back. Finally, he grabbed a napkin from a nearby table and passed it to me.
I sobbed for a few more minutes and eventually calmed down to mere hiccups. “I . . . I . . . Thank you. The lady I came with left me and I was trying to find her. I. . . . I just want to go home.”
“I think that’d be for the best. I’d call you a cab, but I don’t think you should go by yourself.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Is there someone I can call to pick you up?”
I thought about having him call Nathaniel, but decided it’d be better to deal with this myself. I shook my head.
“My name’s Jeff Parks.” He pulled out his wallet and handed me a card. “I’m a security expert and work very closely with the Wilmington, Delaware, Police Department. That’s the number for the switchboard. Feel free to give them a call and ask about me. I can also provide you with the number of an attorney I’ve played with numerous times. It’s as much of a reference as I can give on short notice.”
I simply had no choice but to believe him.
He
sensed my hesitation. “Ma’am, if I’d wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn’t be going through all this. I insist my subs be sober and provide consent.” The corner of his lip quirked
