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Kruze wanted to get me, but I was not sure how the night would end, so I thought it would be better if I drove myself. I don’t know why I let that little twit get in my head, but she did, and until I feel the weight of his collar around my neck, I won’t feel better.
I pull up to the club and immediately see Kruze waiting outside for me. He looks delicious in all black. I pull up to the valet station, and Kruze is at my door before the valet can get there, helping me out of my car.
“Hello, Angel,” he says, kissing me as soon as I am in his arms. “You look ravishing tonight.”
“Hello Kruze, you don’t look so bad yourself.”
“I am glad you approve,” he says, tucking my hand in the crook of his elbow and escorting me into the club. Elijah has outdone himself tonight; the club looks amazing, as do the guests. We head to the first-floor bar, where he orders me a glass of wine and a bourbon for himself.
“The scene is getting ready to begin. Are you ready to go upstairs?” he asks.
“Yes, sir,” I breathe out, and we head towards the elevators. It is packed tonight, and it is because of the scene that is getting ready to happen. We find a seat on a sofa right in front of the dais and wait for things to start.
“Do you need anything, Angel?”
“No, sir,” I say, falling into my role easily. He pulls me into his side as the show begins. Tonight is a Shabari master showcasing his rope skills.
Shabari is Japanese rope bondage. I watch in fascination as he ties the most intricate designs with the rope against her skin. I watch her go through several emotions, from excitement to pain, into subspace and pleasure. The crisscross of the ropes across her feet and in between her toes up to the rope being wound around her ankles and the rope going from around her neck, down her spine, and around her arms looks like a French braid that turns into another complex her design down to her wrists. Once she is bound, he attaches her to hooks suspending her from the ceiling. He begins using several toys on her to elicit different responses and goes soft to hard with no discernible pattern. He uses feathers, a cat-o-nine tail gently running it down her body, then he uses a flogger while her body responds to the stimuli. The level of trust she has for him is astounding. Eventually, he lowers her back down to the bed, where he unties her slowly, massaging her extremities to stimulate the circulation slowly.
“That was amazing,” he says as we make our way to the upstairs bar. After watching the scene, I find myself extremely thirsty.
“It really was. It’s a beautiful art form.”
“Is that something you’d be interested in?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to it,” I reply. We both get water and head to a secluded corner to sit and talk, and my palms are sweating. It’s going to be now or never. “Kruze,” I say, grabbing him and pulling him to a stop.
“What’s wrong?” He stops immediately to see what has my attention.
“Isn’t that your brother, Legend?” I ask, pointing in the direction of his brother or his doppelganger.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he says as Legend finally notices us and heads in our direction.
“I take it you didn’t know he was going to be here tonight.”
“I didn’t know he even knew this kind of club existed, let alone visited one.”
“I mean, you are brothers. You’re obviously more alike than either of you realized,” I say right before Legend reaches us.
“Legend, what are you doing here?” he asks his brother without preamble.
“Hello to you too,” he says before turning to me. “Trinitee, you look amazing. Hello,”
“Hello, Legend, thank you,” I say as he leans in, kissing me on the cheek.
“Come, Angel,” he tells me, and I walk between them to the table we were originally heading towards before I noticed Legend. “I’ll be right back,” Kruze tells me as he walks away with his brother. I open the water bottle drinking almost the entire bottle in one gulp.
“Would you like another bottle of water, ma’am?” the server asks. And comes back almost immediately with another bottle of water. Kruze was surprised to see his brother; I am sure it was a little weird seeing his little brother in a BDSM sex club. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back against the wall, waiting for Kruze to come back, when I am interrupted by an irritating, nasally voice that I would recognize anywhere, Beth Ann.
Kruze
“What are you doing here, Legend?”
“The same thing as you, Kruze.”
“Are you here as a guest?”
“No, I have been a member for years.”
