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This will make my job more difficult, but Evie’s got my back if needed. She’ll text him if I need to slip away early. Which I do because my guest has already arrived and is being escorted to a room.
Making eye contact with my girl across the dance floor, she nods in understanding and pulls out her phone. A second later, Havoc gets a text and squeezes me tight.
“I’ll be back. Don’t get yourself into trouble while I’m gone.”
I laugh. “You’re the one who causes the trouble, not me.”
He winks, then strides across the room to Evie. I watch as she talks to him and brings him around the bar. The second they’re out of sight, I spin on my heels and head up the stairs to the VIP suite. Damien was sure to book the suite under another name, just in case my guys came sniffing around.
I make my way down the hall, but just before I enter the room, I take a breath that doesn’t make it past my lips. I try again, refusing to sink into the panic that threatens to consume me. When that doesn’t work, I pull out my phone and type out a text to Dr K.
Laney: I’m about to go in, but I feel like I’m going to have a panic attack.
Less than a minute goes by before her response vibrates in my hand.
Dr. K: Remember you’re in control here. You make the rules. And you can walk away at any time.
Her words distract me, helping dissipate some of the rising nausea. I’ve been texting her when I get overwhelmed eversince we had that talk a few months ago. She’s really helped me overcome my fears and mental barriers.
Finally, I inhale long and deep, the anxiety subsiding a little. It’s not totally gone, but it’s definitely not sending me into a spiral. Before I walk in, I grab my leather cat ear mask from the counter outside the room and remove my crop top to reveal a black leather bra.
Then, I morph into my character. Not to disassociate, but to pull this off. Turning the knob on the door, I push it open to find a middle-aged man sitting in the black chair dressed in only his boxers. He’s not a big man but not toned either. His smile is perfectly white, and he seems to carry himself like a politician with his straight back and well-groomed hair. He’s got nothing on my guys, but he isn’t bad to look at.
There was a list of rules for him to follow when he entered the room. In here, I’m his Domme. If he doesn’t obey, there are consequences. One of those rules was no speaking unless spoken to.
“Well hello there, gorgeous,” he says, and I shake my head, knowing he would break this one immediately. All of the intel I’ve gathered on him shows he’s a loose lipped man who always has to have the first word. It was why I picked this rule. I knew I could gain control quicker the more he disobeyed.
“Not starting off on a good note here.” I grab the blindfold from the rack by the door and move over to him. “Already looking for punishments, are we?”
He looks me up and down, stripping me with his eyes as if I was his to own. It’s an action I’ve come to expect from men with no self-control. So as a punishment, I take away the luxury of his sight.
He enjoys sensory deprivation though, so after I blindfold him I get the leather cuffs from the rack in front of us. My bag of toysfor today is next to the table in front of him. Once I get his hands and feet tethered to the chair, I open it.
Piercing needles and syringes prefilled with a very special serum unfold before me, along with some rope and a gag. My goal is to hold back on the gag, but I’ll use it eventually once I’ve gotten my answers.
I tease him, keeping him calm by letting my pointed, claw-like nails lightly scrape over his skin as I get everything ready. Once all of my supplies are ready, I grab a flogger and strike his chest. He jolts in his chair but grins.
“Was that too hard?” I ask. I don’t like torture, but this club is supposed to be legit, so I do need to play my part here.
“No.” He’s got a smile plastered across his face that proves he’s telling the truth.
I strike him again to get his blood pumping. I need his blood pressure elevated in order for the serums to work properly. His skin turns red after a few more hits, so I toss the flogger to the side and move on to the needles.
“Do you need a little something extra to help you here today?” I ask. "Maybe we need some medicine.”
He nods his head like a child wanting dessert. “Yes, ma’am.”
Placing the medical supplies where I need them, I take my time to wrap the tourniquet around his arm. He submits so willingly this almost feels like it could be a trick.Who works for a mercenary league and enjoys medical needle play with someone they don’t know from Adam?
Ignoring the way my mind wants to question everything after how screwed over we have all been lately, I get out the needle and let the tip press into his skin right on top of a plump vein.
“Stay nice and still for me, and you’ll be rewarded.”
“Yes ma’am.” His voice shakes with anticipation. Little does he know, his reward will be the truth cocktail I’ve created that’snow flowing through his veins. I’m not a monster though, he will enjoy a nice trip where he feels as high as the sky in the process.
He consented to needle play, so I inject the serum into his vein. He winces, no doubt feeling the burn of it, but he tries to hold a straight face. This is only supposed to be saline, he knows it shouldn’t sting like this unless I blew the vein. So, I pretend I did.
“You need to stay still so I can get it in just the right spot for you.”
