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His hand never leaves my back, not when the club’s beautiful timekeeper, Phoenix, blinds us both with the brightest smile I’ve ever seen, not when two patrons try to flank him on either side and ease me out of the space, and not when a girl I’ve seen here before—Felicity I think her name is—bumps into him and throws her arms around him.
He keeps me close at all times, silent support radiating through my spine. He likes the dress. I wasn’t sure about buying it, but when my best friends are enabling enablers who enable... well, let’s just say my bank balance didn’t stand a chance.
Thor very kindly paid me up front for my time working with Matthew. He gave me a ludicrously generous sum of money for what he claimed was a six week period of time working with him. The six weeks it would take his mom’s hip to heal, he said.
He gave me enough money that it makes me wonder what he really does. There’s no way he’s a nerdy science guy. I’m convinced he’s a drug dealer, though I’ve heard rumors at how ruthless Slade is about people committing crimes in his club so it’s not likely.
Maybe Thor sells to the soccer moms in the school parking lots. Either way, this guy seems to have more money than sense, and he refused to take any of it back. He’s given me security, enough to take time to figure out what to do with myself once my time with him and Matthew is done.
I’m half contemplating going back to school to do what Thor does—working a few hours every day and getting that kind of cash, well, that’s something I can get behind.
This dress was more than I’d normally spend on a single article of clothing, even when I made good money. But the girls convinced me I deserve to treat myself. This is the first time I’ve been on a night out in a while, and I wanted to make an impression on my guy.
I can’t say he’s found me with Cheetos or Play Doh in my hair every night when he got back from work. But on more than one occasion since I started working for him he’s found me crying on the floor, or eating straight from a gallon tub of ice cream. I wanted to remind him I’m still a strong and gorgeous woman with an ass ready for spanking.
And it is. And I need him to. Spank me that is.
With every step through the basement of the club, the heaviness in my core grows. We didn’t even book a room, or at least I don’t think we did. Thor says it’s no biggie, he has a hookup. He said it so straight-faced it made me laugh.
I’m glad they took our phones away from us, the urge to check to make sure Kenzie and Austin are still okay with Matthew is overwhelming. Even though Thor just checked in with them.
“Where do you want to go first?”
Phoenix stands in the middle of the foyer, corralling people into a semi-circle around an empty St. Andrew’s cross. Protocol doesn’t have demonstrations every night, but when they do, they draw a crowd.
The staff of the club are trained in a variety of kink elements. People come far and wide to see Phoenix and her floggers. A jolt of electricity zings through my muscles as she fingers the tails on a purple flogger that matches her outfit. She’s wearing a matching ring master’s hat with a feather out the side, her bronze skin shines under the lights, her strong, toned legs sparkling with glitter pantyhose and her new dreads hang down past her shoulders. Every time she moves they swish like her flogger.
If I was a lesbian, Thor wouldn’t have a chance with me right now. I’d strip off, let her strap me to that contraption, and do what she wanted to me. She’s ethereal standing there, a wide, friendly smile on her face as people gather to watch her craft.
Thor nudges me with his shoulder. “If you’re curious, you should go up there.”
I snort, but it’s absorbed by the din of the room.
“I’m serious. She doesn’t have a volunteer yet.” His palm draws circles on my lower back, supportive warmth radiating with every movement.
I’m nodding before the word “okay” drops from my mouth, but I’m too slow to pick it back up again. It’s out there, he heard it, and he’s already giving some kind of sign to Phoenix whose eyes light up with recognition and excitement.
She spreads her hand toward the cross, inviting me to join her on the slightly raised platform. The crowd is bustling, growing bigger the longer she takes to pull someone up. Am I ready to try something new? In front of all these people?
Another zing of excitement bolts through me as my pulse skips faster in my veins. I want to do it. I want to try something I’ve never done before. Not for Thor, not for Phoenix, not for anyone else but me. A quick glance over my shoulder finds Thor’s eyes on me, hungry, eager, but full of pride. If I wasn’t already being driven to volunteer by the curiosity tingling in my nipples, the look on his face would be enough.
“Can you unzip me, please?”
The black zipper runs the entire length of the dress at the back, when he unzips it, I work my way out of it, taking a step forward in my white lace bra and matching thong. It’s not enough. Anyone I’ve seen being flogged here before, is naked at least from the top down. I saw a guy all-the-way naked here before. I guess it’s whatever you’re comfortable with in front of a group of people you don’t know.
I’m not afraid for my safety. Slade runs a tight ship. Even if Thor wasn’t radiating touch-her-and-die vibes from his every pore, Protocol has security. And every single unsavory incident is handled quickly and efficiently—or at least that’s what I’ve heard.
Unclipping my bra, I slide the straps down my arms, meeting Phoenix’s comforting eyes as I do. They almost look like molten gold in the light. Is she part cat?
She nods, more silent encouragement, and someone behind me sucks in a sharp breath. I’d bet it’s Thor.
Bra dangling on my index finger, I reach my hand back, and I assume it’s him who takes it from me. Phoenix holds her hand out to me, her palm is warm and reassuring as I place mine on top of hers and step up onto the raised stage in nothing but my strappy high heels and thong.
“You doing okay?”
I nod at her quiet question, pulling my hair on top of my head and securing it with a hair tie.
“I’m going to put you in the cuffs, okay? Wrists and ankles.”
