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“I thought you’d forgotten about us, friend.” The Chicago manager greets me the second I walk into the club’s dungeon—the one I’ve avoided for a while. The club is in the basement of a sprawling mansion outside of town. Business offices and restaurants are upstairs, but this is where the majority of the playing takes place. The main entrance opens up to a sub lounge where a bar sits serving non-alcoholic drinks only while uncollared subs wait for an invitation from a Dom.
The club is dark, decorated in hues of purple. Through the sub lounge is the main play area with black and purple walls. All the furniture is laced with deep purple velvet. It’s open, with a bar in the far-left corner and a stage in the middle of the right side of the club. There are many booths and open seating, along with the typical BDSM equipment.
A long narrow hallway is opposite the sub lounge, on the left-hand side of the open play space leading to personal rooms and special playrooms for members willing to pay the extra money. The Elite Members Only playroom is down the same hall, along with our lounge.
Jared has dark hair worn short to his scalp like me, but he’s a little thinner and shorter at about six feet, three inches. Every Saturday morning is a Member’s Elite munch. The munch is only for this privileged tier. With only fifteen Doms and their partners allowed, this is the newest benefit for those with more money than God himself, and for those of us committed to the seriousness of the lifestyle. At a hundred grand annually for this sort of access to the club and the owners, it’s certainly for the elite.
“Do you need a school excuse or something?” I counter.
“Always an asshole, De Santos?” Jared has a larger-than-life personality and never misses a chance to fuck with someone. “No, but seriously, Luc, I was going to reach out to you this week to check your status. We have a pretty substantial waiting list for the Elite membership. I know many people who would buy you out in an instant.”
“Fuck, there are some wealthy bastards in this world.” But Jared has a shit load of money, too. “I guess that makes us rich bastards together, then.” I concede, as he dicks around to ask the questions he hasn’t yet.
“Are you going to tell me why you fell off the face of the earth, or will you make me guess?”
There it is. The question I’d been waiting for. I remain sitting in one of the booths of the main dungeon as other elite members fill in along with their partners.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I pull for a drink one of the waitresses brings to his table. They know I like my bourbon neat with a generous portion. “I’ll be here tonight for the Elite show.”
Every weekend night, the two owners, Jared and Chadwick set up a scene for the Elite Members tier only. It’s the perfect time to introduce Anisten to the club. But then again, she has to come willingly.
“And?” he asks.
“I guess you’ll have to wait to see, now won’t you?” And goddamnit, I’ll have to wait, too, because I’m not sure how this will all play out.
Jared excuses himself because with the munch comes a provocative scene as promised, and I wish my Heaven was here to watch it with me.
“One of our Elite members has promised us a scene, something he and his sub have been perfecting in their relationship. They’ll perform further tonight in our Member’s Elite lounge, but here is a small peek.”
Dean and Laura Jenkins make me look poor. They have more money than Bill Gates and Elon Musk combined. They’re also younger than most in this membership tier at just thirty-five and thirty, respectively.
She’s a beautiful curvy woman, who loves her husband without question and trusts him more. She kneels before his feet, fully clothed.
Dean clears his throat. “Laura and I have delved into our deeper desires this past year. She’s more honest with me than she ever has been. She’s admitted she wanted a daddy, someone to cherish and worship her. Her desire is for role-play where her devotion grows for her daddy with each act. And as you may know, I’d do anything to please my wife. Our goal isn’t age regression, like some. There’s nothing wrong with that, but it’s not what we’re looking for. The Daddy Dom/little girl also has helped with our need for exhibitionism that creates the most intimacy in our sex life.”
He reaches for her hand and she rises at his silent request. One of the waitresses pushes out a rack of clothes and other items on wheels. “What do you want to do, Princess?” he asks, kissing her cheek.
“Daddy, I want you to dress me in your favorite outfit. Anything to please you.”
Her voice is a little higher, like someone younger, and her hair is in pigtails.
“Why do you want to be in your prettiest dress, Princess?”
She gets closer to him but leaves her hands at her sides. “Won’t it make you happy, Daddy?” she asks.
“You in absolutely nothing makes me happy, Princess,” he returns and the same waitress from earlier rolls out a portable bed.
“Let me show you how happy you make me as I strip you.”
I can’t watch anymore, not without Anisten by my side. I push to my feet, ready to finish this scene in its entirety tonight.
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
“Why didn’t you tell me, cousin?” I emphasize the term cousin because her phone call has left my head spinning.
“What did you want me to tell you, Ani? Would it have been that the man you swore you wouldn’t get into a relationship with lived a BDSM lifestyle? Or that it’s a life I lead, too?” My sweet and innocent little cousin isn’t as sweet and innocent as I’d thought. And my cousin’s hunger in the bedroom isn’t the topic I’d thought we’d tackle when I answered her call this morning.
“I guess a little bit of both. Didn’t know you were into whips and chains,” I counter.
