Chapter 1
Jamie's POV -
The noise created by my mobile vibrating along my bed side table awoke me from my slumber around midday. And just like every other day for the last few months after I wake everything is alright in the world. But then I roll over to grab my buzzing phone and catch sight of the picture of me and my Dad together, celebrating my 18th and my world comes crashing down all over again.
My Dad had been a great man; he had fought for years for his country until one day, in the line of duty, his leg had been blown off by a land mine. He had received an honourable discharge and had only been home for a few months when the police had arrived on our doorstep one night to inform us that Dad had been killed in a car crash. My mum had lost her mind that day and had yet to find to it again. I knew she'd be passed out from all the booze on the couch downstairs. I had walked in late last night to roll her over. I had to make sure she didn't die of choking on her own vomit in the night.
I quickly wiped away a stray tear as I answered the call from one of my best mates, Kray. Most of my friends had ditched me when my Dad had died. I had quickly gone from the star footballer with good grades to the guy smoking pot in the bathroom and rarely turning up to class. They just didn't know how to deal with me but Kray and Ryan had stuck by me.
"Hey mate, what's up?" I spoke groggily into the phone, still not fully awake.
"Dude you will never believe what Ryan got his hands on!?" I laughed, having no idea but I knew it would be good.
"Well last time it was pictures of our English teacher having a bit of unconventional 'fun' which is why he got fired last week so tell me, are we losing another teacher?" I could hear laughter on the other end.
Mr Gregson so deserved to get fired and you know it but it's nothing like that this time. He got him, you and me tickets to the opening night of The Fortress of Fetish!"
"No way!?" I exclaimed. The Fortress of Fetish had been hot, controversial news for weeks and while some people were excited, some were outraged. Whilst I had no more experience in BDSM than handcuffing my last one nightstand to the headboard while I had been pounding into her I did have an appreciation of nightclubs, music and booze. Pounding music and intoxication had a wonderful way of temporarily erasing all of my painful memories.
"Yes way! His Cousin is a Dom and a member of the club so he got Ryan some tickets. What do ya say? Are you up for going tonight?" I didn't have to think about my answer for long. A night of grinding against hot girls, hanging with my mates and forgetting all my worries was a no brainer.
"Hell yeah, count me in."
"Awesome, meet me at Ryan's at 9. His cousin will drive us there."
"Cool. See you then." And with that the line went dead.
I heard the downstairs door slam shut and assumed my mother has woken up and gone on her daily search of booze. I didn't like to face my mother anymore, she was always drunk and I just missed the kind, caring mother she once was even more. I harshly swiped away the tears coating my cheeks and bought down the steel cage on my heart.
I needed to man up, to not wallow in my own misery. I did my best to block out the memories and all the feeling that came with it as I spent my afternoon stuffing my face with snacks and watching the Lord of the Rings trilogy because they were epic movies and I had nothing better to do.
The evening rolled round and I took a shower before getting dressed into my favourite pair of black jeans, a fitted white v neck t-shirt and my black leather jacket. I finished off the look by attempting to tame my blonde waves with some hair gel before assessing myself in the mirror and deciding I looked good enough to eat, even if I did say so myself.
Ryan's place was thankfully only a 10 minute walk away so it wasn't long before I was letting myself into his home. Us three had been friends for years and we were all welcome to come and go from each others houses as we pleased.
I headed towards the lounge where I could hear many voices emanating from but I was unfortunately stopped by an always overly sympathetic Liz, Ryan's mother.
"How are you holding up Jamie?" I gave her my best fake smile as I knew she meant well but I really hated people's sympathy. I just wanted to be left alone to try and forget.
"I'm doing better thankyou Liz." I lied to her before trying to step around her but she appeared to have other ideas, her hand gripped onto my shoulder as her plump figure blocked my way.
"That's good dear, and what about your Mother? We do miss her at the Book club." God I really did just want to get away from this interfering woman.
"She's coping well, she's just busy organising through Dad's things. I'm sure she will be back at book club soon." I quickly ducked around her, not giving her a chance to reply. It was lies, all lies but I had learnt people didn't really want the truth and even if they did they wouldn't be able to do anything about it anyway. I was utterly alone in my shattered world.
I plastered on a smile as I walked into the bustling lounge. Kray was already there, chatting to Ryan and his Dad while on the other side of the room sat an imposing looking man that was accommodating a much smaller woman on his lap. She wore a lovely pink collar with diamantes running over the leather.
"You're finally here! Took your sweet time..." I laughed as Ryan came over to give me a one arm man hug as me and Kray bumped fists.
"Well it takes time to look this good ya know..." I made a motion of flicking my hair as I joked.
"Yeah cause you were such a ugly ass before you beautified yourself!" Kray and Ryan rolled around laughing, I just rolled my eyes as I punched them both hard in the arm.
"Yeah cause you two are such lookers!" I retorted and we all laughed for a bit before straightening ourselves up. Ryan led us over to the man nibbling on the woman's neck and coughed loudly.
"Sean can you cut out the PDA for 2 secs." The young woman blushed bright red and buried her face into the mans broad chest whilst he stroked soothing circles onto her lower back. For a moment a pang of jealousy hit me as I watched this tough, muscular, dominant man who obviously loved this innocent looking woman so much protect her and take care of her, treating her like a precious piece of porcelain. I wanted that, to be loved and protected, someone to take on all of my burdens..... No. What was I thinking? I didn't need anyone, I was a man. Men are tough, they take care of the women. Just like my Dad did. I battered down my bubbling emotions as Ryan introduced us to his cousin.
"Guys this is my cousin Sean and his girlfriend Amy. Sean, Amy, these are my best friends Kray and Jamie." Amy peeked up at us, giving us a shy smile.
"Hey guys, it's nice to finally meet you. Ryan goes on about you both all the time." He unwound one of his arms from Amy to offer us his hand. We each shook his hand, he had a strong grip. The man exuded dominance, it was a bit intimidating, he reminded me of my Dad. My Dad could always command a room full of people except he didn't intimidate me because he was my Dad. Oh fuck Jamie, stop thinking about your Dad before you start blubbering in front of everyone you idiot.
"So before we head out to the club I have to quickly run through the rules with you." I frowned, there are rules? I thought we were just going to have a bit of fun and let loose for the night.
"Firstly and most importantly anyone, woman or man, wearing a collar is owned so they are off limits, for your own sakes don't make a pass on someone who's collared. And secondly.." He pulled 3 yellow wristbands out of his pocket.
"These are for each of you, wear these and no male or female Dom will approach you." We grabbed one from him and put them on.
"They glow in the dark. And thirdly enjoy yourself! If you run into any kind of problem come and find me." We nodded in acknowledgement before we all headed out the door after listening to a few final words from Ryan's parents, telling us to keep safe. We all rolled our eyes simultaneously.
"We're not kids anymore!" Ryan yelled back to his parents as we left the house and climbed into the backseats of Sean's car as Amy had climbed in the front.
Sean flashed our tickets at the bouncer who promptly let us through much to the disgruntlement of the long que that had likely been waiting hours in the hope they would be let in to the hot new club.
As soon as we entered the club our ears were assaulted by the thumping of loud music. The dancefloor was large and although it was hard to see much due to the strobes being the only source of light I could make out a circular bar in the middle of the room. I was just about to attempt to get through the packed throng of bodies to get to the bar when I felt a hand wrap round my wrist and tug. I turned to frown questioningly at Ryan who looked as though he were shouting something at me but all I could hear was the thump thump thump of the music. I looked to Kray questioningly who Ryan also had a tight hold of but he just shrugged at me, clearly knowing no more than I did.
We followed behind Ryan who followed his much taller cousin. None of us were particularly short, I stood at 5'11 and Ryan and Kray were about the same but Sean towered over all of us at 6'2 which was all covered in hard muscle. The man just shouted 'Dom'.
We made our way to the back where another bouncer stood in front of an inconspicuous door. Sean and the bouncer shared a quick nod and we were promptly let through the door where a staircase awaited us on the other side. The sound of the music died down enough for me to hear Ryan's next words.
"That was the main dancefloor open to everyone, Sean is taking us up to the members and their guests only area." I raised my eyebrows, excited and curious to see what awaited us and I was not disappointed. Whilst the downstairs had looked like most other clubs, the members only section was certainly different.
The music was softer but still loud enough to dance to whilst people could hear each other. The room was decorated in a sultry mix of black and red. The walls were adorned with photos of males and females in submissive or dominant positions. Explicit enough to not feel comfortable looking at in public. The bar stretched along the right side of the wall where waiters were serving in nothing but tight, leather shorts, some wore a collar, some did not. There were raised seating areas in the front and back left hand corner and a raised unoccupied stage between the two with a dancefloor in front. Whilst the dancefloor was full up here it wasn't as packed as it was downstairs.
We were headed toward the back of the room and up three steps to the raised seating area. The area contained blood red leather chairs and sofa's with little black tables for drinks. There were three hulking leather clad men that oozed dominance lounged across the chairs. Two of the men had women knelt at their feet and the other man had a younger, slimmer man knelt at his feet.
My brain was short circuiting; it was struggling to process everything I had seen. I suddenly realized what a sheltered life I had led. I thought it would have been completely degrading to kneel at someone's feet but these subs looked so content as these men ran their fingers through their hair, occasionally offering them a sip of their drink, a loving look or a tender kiss.
Sean introduced us to everyone and after the hello's were over with I grabbed the back of my best mates shirts and dragged them to the dancefloor, after all I had come here with the intention of dancing not having my mind blown wide open, which left me feeling like an innocent child.
The guys came with me willingly, probably not feeling too different than how I felt. We grabbed a couple of shots from the bar first before heading onto the dancefloor. A curvy blonde caught my eye and after checking to make sure her neck was uncovered I started to grind into her. The guys picking their own girls to dance with.
I was working up a sweat on the dancefloor after dancing for over an hour when I felt eyes boring into me. The girl I had started dancing with had turned around at some point to wrap her arms around my neck and while her body was rubbing against mine my eyes were busy scanning the crowd in search for the pair of eyes I felt burning into me.
And when I landed on those pair of eyes, my breath and my beating heart paused for a moment as everyone else in the room seemed to just disappear.
I was straight, I had always been straight. I enjoyed pounding into a soft, beautiful women. I had never in my life had a reaction to a man. I wasn't gay but the gorgeous specimen of a man that was leaning casually against the wall in the corner of the room, sipping on a beer as he seemed to stare into my very soul made me very much doubt my sexuality.
His legs were crossed at the ankles and his black leather pants clung to his powerful legs. Part of his hair speckled chest was on show as his white cotton shirt hung open. His lips were slightly tilted up in the corner as his eyes burned into me. He seemed to uncover all of my secrets with just a look. His dark brown/black hair was tucked behind his ears and hung low to his shoulders. The man screamed dominance. I'm sure he could drive a man to his knees with just a look. The intensity of his gaze quickly forced me to drop my own gaze and all of a sudden the women pressed against me was doing nothing for me.
I wasn't gay though, I couldn't be gay. Not possible, I was going to follow in my Dads footsteps and serve my country. I quickly pulled away from the young women and made my way over to bar to down a few more consecutive shots but it wasn't working for me. The alcohol couldn't block out my doubts or the eyes on me that made me feel oh so naked. I had to leave, to get home, to forget this night had ever happened. I was a fucking man and I didn't need anyone looking after me. I didn't want any man telling me what to do.
I got Sean to drive me home and bless him he made sure I got up to my bed safely. But I was haunted that night by dreams of a man who wouldn't leave me alone and my dad's face staring disapprovingly down at me.
