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His eyes locked with mine then lowered to my lips. Before I knew what happened, he kissed me. My lips parted on their own, welcoming his tongue. I could taste the brandy on his breath as he deepened the kiss. His hand slipped between my legs, pushed the thong aside, and his fingers dipped inside my pussy. I moaned as wetness pooled within my core.
Anton pushed me against the wall while freeing his shaft from its confinement. Putting his hand beneath my ass, he lifted me up against the wall and rammed his cock home in one swift movement. Being unprepared, it hurt going in. His mouth swallowed my shout. With the butt plug in my rear, I felt full to bursting. Anton fucked me hard and fast, his thick cock grazing my sweet spot with every stroke. I thought my spine would split open from the blinding orgasm that ripped through me. Seconds later, he grunted his own release in my ear. Rubbing his face against my neck, he whispered my name so softly I almost missed it.
He kept me pressed against the wall. His face was buried in the crook of my neck while we both came down from our high. My legs wrapped around his narrow waist, my fingers weaved into his long hair, I rested my face against his. This was the most intimate embrace we’d ever shared, savoring each other’s closeness in the aftermath. Anton never held me after sex. A beat later, I felt him pulling away and instinctively tightened my arms around him.
Without thinking, I pressed my lips to his ears and words tumbled out of my mouth.
“Don’t let your friends fuck me.”
I felt him stiffen against me, then he tried to push me away. I tightened my hold with both legs and arms.
“They’ll tear me apart, Anton. They’re too big. They’ll kill me. I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll suck them off if you ask me. But don’t let them fuck me. Just you. Please… Please, Anton. Just you.”
I felt the tension bleed out of him as I spoke. Relaxing my hold slightly, I turned my face so our eyes connected. His were unreadable but contained none of the frequent cold glimmers.
“Obey me, without delay, without hesitation, and no harm will come to you. Embarrass me or humiliate me, and whatever you may fear from my friends will be nothing in comparison to what I’ll do to you. Is that understood?”
“I won’t, Anton. I promise. But please, just you, ok? Just you.”
He stared at me for a while. I would have given anything to know what was going through his mind. The way he whispered my name sent shivers up my spine. It gave me hope. Deep down, Anton cared for me. It might be twisted and torn in places, but I could see it. I needed to capitalize on that to survive the next six months. He made as if to kiss me then changed his mind.
Anton pulled out of me and put me down on my feet. I leaned against the wall for support. He went into the bathroom to fix himself. On his way out, he paused in front of me.
“Clean yourself up, then meet me in front. Be quick.”
I nodded, watching his retreating back.
“Anton,” I said as he opened the door. He looked at me over his shoulder. “Whatever I’ve done that’s made you angry with me, I’m sorry.”
Emotions flickered over his face, too quick for me to identify. “No, Grace. You’re not sorry yet,” he said. “But you’re starting to be.”
Speechless, I watched him walk out and close the door behind him.
Sade wasn’t the over the top, dark and creepy extravaganza I expected. I thought to find the usual red, black or purple walls, chains and shackles dangling from the ceiling, crosses, benches and flogger racks. None of the usual paraphernalia made an appearance. The octagonal entrance gleamed with granite-looking light beige and gold flooring. The tiled walls shimmered with a slightly lighter shade of beige. At the center of each wall, a white-stone entrance led to one of the various fetish themes of the club. They were easily identified by the symbols around the doorways: roleplaying, BDSM, pet playground, voyeurs/exhibitionists, swingers, and orgies. In the center of the hall, dancers and contortionists in skimpy outfits performed an erotic ballet on a circular stage. All along the walls, in the periphery, elevated daises provided cushioned booths and tables for VIP patrons.
Once again, I was out of my depth. My whole life, I’d trudged from one dive to the next, thinking I was climbing the ladder. More glitz, bigger lights, flashier neon always meant better to me. Looking at the understated elegance of this place, and all the others Anton had taken me to, it finally sank in that what I used to call glamour was vulgar. ‘Less is more’ and ‘quality over quantity’ started to make sense.
The women’s dresses were anything but innocent. Yet, looking at them, no one would even consider grabbing their asses, flicking a lecherous tongue at them or asking them if they’d like a quick romp in a back alley. That was reserved for girls like me.
Half of these women were powerful entrepreneurs, wealthy intellectuals, or famous artists who had achieved success on their own merit. Them, I admired and envied. The other half were bitches who had fucked their way to the top. I wasn’t even a tenth the slut they were, and still, because of my own dumb choices, I would never command the respect they received.
Interestingly, barely anyone wore leather. For some reason, I assumed everyone would. Goes to show how clueless I was about the lifestyle. Those who did, or wore role-play costumes, hid them under an over-garment they discarded at the entrance of their chosen section.
I tried to keep my head high and my expression neutral as we weaved through the throngs. Anton mostly ignored me except to make sure the thin golden chain that served as my leash didn’t get stuck or tangled anywhere while he led me around after him. Four times we needed to stop for Anton’s sycophants to suck up to him. Among them, Ms. Braddock, the owner of Aphrodite’s Vault.
I was mortified.
She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow when she noticed my outfit, her eyes following my tail. She seemed at a loss as to how to address me, if at all. You were not supposed to talk to a pet without its master’s consent. Not even ten days ago, she unfurled the red carpet for me. Anton treated me like his girlfriend, spending millions of credits to give me a whole new wardrobe. From the look on her face, she wondered if we were merely roleplaying or if I got demoted. No doubt, Ms. Braddock had expected to see me rocking one of her finest gowns tonight. Instead, here I stood in leather underwear with a fluffy cat tail up my ass. At least, Anton spared me the cat ears. I’m not sure which one of us was more uncomfortable. I put on a brave face as if it was normal but was grateful when she quickly excused herself.
We were stopped many more times before we reached Anton’s reserved alcove. While he talked, I let my eyes roam over the crowd. It was during one of those stops that I identified which booth belonged to Anton. The four massive Braxians sitting on the couches within were impossible to miss. My fearful gasp didn’t go unnoticed. Anton followed my gaze, recognized his friends and gave me an unreadable look. He opened his mouth to say something to me.
“Anton!” Caleb called out before Anton could say a word. Cutting through the crowd, he made his way to us, Sheila hanging on his arm.
Fuck.
“Caleb,” Anton replied, shaking his hand. He nodded at Sheila who blew him a kiss.
Bitch.
