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"No," I squeaked. "Everything's fine. I think."
"Wonderful." He leaned in my direction and reached into the glove compartment, only to pull out a black leather collar. It was discreet. Like a chain. With a small ring. If worn in everyday life or in public, I don't think anyone would have given it a second glance.
Kaden's gaze shifted to me as he threaded the band through his fingers. His expression changed. Without further ado, he looked around, checking the surrounding buildings and the street. Then he nodded toward the pavement in front of the club.
"Out of the car and on your knees by the driver's side door," he ordered.
I lost control of my jaw. My common sense told me to laugh before I flipped him off. Kneeling on the tarmac where everyone could see me? How fucked up was that? And how crazy was I for seriously considering it because I was interested in what his next move would be?
I swallowed my rising anger and reached for the doorknob to let myself out. Clenching my fist, I walked around the car, watching Kaden's face through the windscreen before kneeling down on the pavement next to the car. Sharp pebbles dug into my knees– and suddenly it didn't matter that I was wearing a dress. I still felt exposed. Watched. Humiliated. Weak. At the mercy of someone else's will.
And Kaden made me wait too… until I was in the right position and my hands were relaxed on my thighs.
Only then did he open his door and step out. The fact that he towered over me, that we were in the middle of an industrial area, sent shivers down my spine. The anger was still there, but with a hint of excitement.
I swallowed because the thin collar was still between his fingers. He was playing with it, watching me. I knew it. Felt it without even looking at him. I lowered my gaze. I wanted him to move and get me out of this situation.
As he came closer, his scent hit me with full brunt. A flutter of my eyelids, then a surge of pure pleasure in my loins. Fuck. It hadn't taken Kaden more than three months to corrupt me. To turn me into someone who responded to primitive sex and a power imbalance that feminists the world over protested against. But didn't they know how liberating it could be to confide in someone who knew exactly what you needed? Who could give you everything– and more than you wanted? That there could be someone who knew the most secret places, who knew which boundaries could be easily approached and which could be crossed to make the experience even more special, even better? And at the end of the session, when the magic was over and the mind was clear, the soul balanced and the body satisfied, you returned to the life you had led before. It was simply a mistake that the power was with Kaden. I still possessed it– he just borrowed it to give me all these wonderful things, because I could never do them on my own.
After a few seconds, my breathing was shallow. I was tense, and the realization that I liked doing this, that I enjoyed it, and that it was of my own free will didn't make it any better. I felt dirty, but in the best way possible. In fact, when Kaden got down on his knees in front of me and slowly slid the collar over my neck, I felt in every touch how proud he was of me. How much it meant to him that I could trust him like that.
I swallowed, feeling the tightness of the band, and allowed him to close it around my neck. As his fingers touched my already sensitive skin there for a few seconds longer than was absolutely necessary, goosebumps crept up my shoulders and down my arms. I held my breath, blinking against the emotions that suddenly surged through me. It was all so unexpected.
Kaden moved even closer until his lips were pressed against my ear. "Good girl. Now you're going to wait for me right here."
Wait? Here? What did he mean…
But before I could raise my head to ask, he had pulled away, got back into the car and closed the door without looking back at me. I felt panic again, but this time for a different reason.
He liked to test boundaries. I just shook hands with my panic, laughed, and it whispered to me that someone would show up at any moment. So it was down to two possibilities: I would get laughed at, or they would exploit me. Maybe even both.
The temptation to just get up and stand in the doorway was strong, but that would also mean breaking the rules and letting Kaden down. Unless it was an absolute emergency for my safeword, there would be punishment, and as much as I liked the feel of his hand on my ass, I didn't want to find out how many different kinds of whips and floggers this club had.
So I swallowed my fear and reminded myself that I had enjoyed serving Kaden in this way. That I damn well enjoyed sharing his dirty little secrets. In a way, I was even his secret, and nothing he'd made me do so far had caused me any shame in retrospect. The pleasure prevailed and for that I simply could not be embarrassed.
Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't hear the sound of approaching footsteps until I felt Kaden's fingers against my cheek. "When we leave later, I want to see you like that again."
I nodded to signal that I understood. Only then did he pull me to my feet. His hands slid to my hips as he gave me a proud smile. His eyes reflected it. "You look stunning no matter what position you're in," he said quietly, knowing exactly what he was doing to my panties.
Today I wore panties but only because I was afraid that someone might have a glimpse at them.
Kaden led me to the entrance, rang the bell and the door opened. A nondescript man let us in. He checked what Kaden was holding and waved us through.
If he had seen what had happened outside, he didn't show it. Maybe he was used to such sights and had lost interest in them long ago. Whatever it was, it reassured me enormously.
The background music could easily be categorized as 'music for sex'. I quickly realized that the club was not trying to cover anything up. In fact, at first glance, it all looked like a slightly more luxurious kind of club. But then you looked closer, discovering that some people were completely naked, kneeling on the floor or having sex on one of the surrounding seats.
You could smell it too– the lust and excitement of those present. Pheromones were in the air, kicking in as soon as we took five steps into the chaos. Even though it was largely civilized, it was obvious where we were. Kaden had been acknowledged by some. Over the years, how many times had he come here? How many women had he brought?
A man in a suit approached us from the left and tapped Kaden on the shoulder. It appeared that they knew each other. Until they hugged, and that was a definitive.
"Kaden? Have you come to grace us with your presence once again?" I noticed his gaze fell on me. "And first time escorted? What have I missed?"
"Lei, this is Nikau. My…"
"Sub," I muttered. Because that was exactly what I was, if we were being honest.
Lei raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Then I guess you've got some explaining to do, Kaden. Let's have a drink."
