Chapter 1
~Nikita POV~
It was one of these early morning springs where the sky was a bright blue, and the sun was shining like a fireball, but the cold air reminded me that it wasn’t summer yet. It was Saturday, and I had the weekend off like always, but considering my job, I could go back at any time given the operative status. Being the commander of a company in the mid-thirties had its pros and cons. One of the cons was the lack of a personal life. Some would say I was married to work, for I spent more time at the base rather than at home.
This morning I was having coffee on the terrace, enjoying the beautiful morning, the scent of freshly bloomed flowers, and the chirping of birds. One of the best decisions was to buy a house on the outskirts of the city, far away from obnoxious noises and crowded places.
“Seriously, man. You need to get out more and enjoy life.” One of my best friends, Luke told me as he sipped on his beer. I invited him over for some talk and drinks, considering we had little to no time to catch up.
“I do go out, you know?” I commented, sipping on my black coffee, sighing contently as the warm black liquid ran down my throat.
“Oh, yeah? Going out grocery shopping doesn’t count. When was the last time you went on a date? The last time you banged a chick?” Luke gave me a knowing look, and I didn’t have a comeback. He was right.
A sigh passed my lips, and I ran my fingers through my jet-black hair, combing it in a messy, slicked-back way. “You know my job is a priority.”
Luke rolled his light brown eyes and snorted, sipping on his beer and leaning back into the wooden lounge chair. “And your dick is gonna ran away screaming about how much of a pussy his owner is.” I glared at Luke’s vulgar remark, brushing it off. The last thing I wanted today is bickering. I had to take care of dozens of people — someone of them being too much of a handful. I wasn’t looking forward to bickering with my best friend this weekend.
“Look, man. I do go out. During the winter, I do snowboarding, and when summer is on, I go camping and fishing. You cannot say I only live for my job.” I argued, rolling my neck to undo some knots there that have killed me for the past days.
“The point is... You need to change something. Do something exciting and out of the blue.” A smirk crossed Luke’s face, and I knew he had something wicked up his sleeves. “And that’s why you will come with me tonight here.” He declared, putting an invitation on the table next to my mug of coffee.
My black eyes glanced at the fancy black invitation with golden letters and decorations. Reading over it, my eyes widened, and a knot formed in my throat.
“No way. You’re insane if you think I will go there.” I spoke, glancing away, feeling heat spread over my neck.
“Come on! It’s a private party, and only exclusive people can enter. A friend of mine gave the invitation to me, and said I could bring anyone with me.” Luke explained, and I could tell he won’t give up so easily.
“It’s a sex party! Hell no... it’s not my scene. I am not looking for a one-night stand-” Luke cut me off as he groaned, rolling his chocolate brown eyes at me.
“Yeah, yeah. You want spirituality and a connection... blah, blah, blah.” I flashed Luke a vicious glare as he mocked me with hand gestures. “But how will you find that if you don’t get out and meet chicks?” Luke asked, tapping his fingers on the table. His insistence was giving me a headache, and I could only wonder if his overly persuasive attitude was making him a magnet for girls. For Luke, it was easy to say that. He got girls on his sleeves like buttons. I never understood how his perverse and rude attitude made girls swarm around him like piranhas.
“Come on. Think about this as an experiment. Try something new to see if you like the scene, and if you don’t, I am not going to bother you with this again.” Luke suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and pushing the invitation closer to me.
A heavy sigh left my lips. I closed my eyes and contemplated it for a moment before I glanced back at Luke. “If I go tonight to this perverse party, will you stop bothering me?” I asked Luke, who grinned as if he won the jackpot at the lottery.
“That’s my man!” He exclaimed, punching my shoulder playfully, then opened another beer. “Oh! And wear something kinky!” My face almost dropped at his words.
“Kinky?” I gave him an unamused look.
“Well, yeah. It’s a BDSM party. No casual clothes.” Luke informed me.
“And what am I supposed to wear?” I asked him, not understanding how the dress code of these parties.
Luke huffed in exasperation. “Just... put on the black military jumpsuit without the badges, the tactical vest, gloves, and combat boots, and I will bring the rest.”
I had a bad feeling. Knowing Luke it will turn into something chaotic, but as long as he will leave me alone with his constant dating jesting, I was willing to enter his lifestyle... only for one night.
The rest of the day went by quickly, and when it got darker outside, I started to get dressed for this party. Luke would be here at any moment. I stepped in front of the big mirror, taking in my appearance from head to toe.
I had the black military jumpsuit on with the tactical belt and vest, the fingerless black gloves with knuckle protection, and the knee and elbow pads. It felt like going to work, except I didn’t have the military badges and captain epaulettes on my shoulders.
Sometimes I wondered why I wasn’t as lucky as Luke when it came to swooning the ladies. I was fairly tall, almost 6′3, with lean muscles and dark beige skin. My hair was as black as a raven’s feathers, styled into a modern quiff, and my eyes were obsidian black. I ran my palm over my cheek, feeling my smooth skin from the fresh shave I did one hour ago.
My plump lips pursed into a tight line. Maybe it wasn’t my looks, but my attitude. Maybe women preferred arrogant womanizers like Luke. As much as it was tempting to be like Luke, that wasn’t me. I wanted something more than a simple quick night of pleasure, only to get into an awkward mood in the morning. The biggest issue was my job. It took most of my time, and women needed attention. Most of them didn’t understand my work status and what it involved. My relationships always ended because of my job.
I got startled when Luke just barged into my house like a tsunami. He was wearing a black trenchcoat with black pants and white Nikes, but I could tell something was off about him.
“Oh, you are all dressed. Good.” He said and set a black paper bag on the small desk, next to the mirror.
“Put what’s inside on, and we can go to the party,” Luke told me, looking into the mirror as he ran his fingers through his light brown hair. I took a peek into the paper bag, and my eyes widened.
“What the hell is this?” I muttered, taking out what looked like to be a dog mask made out of black leather.
“It’s for the party. You need to look kinky.” Luke explained and took the rest of the stuff from inside the bag. There was a black leather collar with silver spikes and a dog tag that had the words Military Dog engraved on the silver tag.
“No fucking way. It looks scandalous.” I cursed, glaring daggers at Luke, who had that wicked smirk on his face.
“Come on. Everyone wears stuff like that. It’s a BDSM party. It’s supposed to be scandalous.” He made air quotes, rolling his eyes.
“Plus, no one will know your identity. That’s why I choose the mask. Look how I am dressed!” He exclaimed and opened his trenchcoat, showing me he was shirtless, and over his ripped body, he wore leather straps, like a harness. I mentally facepalmed myself at his belt buckle that had private party written on it.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose and sighed. “Fine, but you don’t tell the others at work about this or I swear I am gonna make you work all nightshifts for the next month.” I wanted him, but Luke only grinned.
“Ay, Ay. Copy that, boss!” Luke saluted, throwing the collar at me.
“Oh! And don’t forget the leash!” He added.
“What!??”
I continued to ask myself how I let Luke persuade me into this mess. We took a cab to the place where this exclusive party was being held. It was on a more secluded side of the town. I was following Luke as we entered an alleyway, and I couldn’t deny that being dressed like this out in the open made me anxious. I had status and a reputation, but I kept telling myself no one would recognize me if it came to that. The mask I had on offered me some mental protection. Luke stopped in front of a metal door almost in the far back of the alleyway. He knocked three times, and a man open a small window at the door, only showing his eyes.
“Password.” He gruffly spoke.
“Red Magnum,” Luke told him, and the man closed the small window before opening the door for us. He stepped aside and motioned for us to enter.
Luke entered, and I followed behind him down the stairs that I could only assume lead to the underground party. The staircase was dim-lit by red lights, and I could hear the faint sensual music from downstairs. I felt goosebumps raise on my skin, underneath the jumpsuit.
“You’ve been here before?” I asked Luke, seeing how confident he was as if he was right at home.
“A few times,” Luke replied, and it felt like the stairway was endless until we reached the bottom. The scene before me was like out of a movie.
Everything looked exotic, with red neon lights and red cushioned Chesterfield furniture. The place was pretty huge, and it looked fairly like a nightclub except the people were dressed rather raunchy. Some had little to no clothes while some were almost naked. I felt my face heat up behind the mask when I saw girls with their breasts out in the open like it was the most casual thing ever. Luke had explained to me the rules of the BDSM scene, and he assured me as long as I followed them I will have an amazing time.
“Well... I hope you have fun.” Luke told me as he looked over at twin girls who waved their hands at him, giving my friend flirtatious looks.
“Wait... You aren’t going to leave me here all alone, right?” I asked him, starting to panic.
“Calm down. I am going to be around here if you need me. You go and have fun too. Have a drink, and bang some pussy. It’s all about having a great time.” He encouraged me, then he took off to the girls, draping his arms over their shoulders, leaving me on my own in a foreign world.
Now what?
