Gods Of Obsession [ENG]

It is monstrous. I couldn’t have imagined this even in my wildest dreams. I knew it wasn’t a normal scale, but these proportions are gigantic—even more formidable than I had expected. The exclusivity of the establishment is designed specifically for the topmost elite.

The spacious dance floor stands out prominently, with an elevated stage in its center. To the left and right, some positioned further forward and others set further back, are metal poles where striptease dancers are thoroughly heating up the guests. Behind the stage, against the dark wall, stands the DJ booth, operated by a disc jockey. The walls in the nightclub are kept in a deep, black color, adorned with golden elevations. Additionally, the seating lounges are equipped with wine-red leather armchairs.

Even though I have often been to clubs with my friends where the High Society hangs out, Obsession is several classes higher. It is the absolute Elite Class. This is already evident from the people presenting themselves before my eyes. Their jewelry looks high-end. Likewise, the wristwatches on the men’s wrists look valuable. The suits they wear appear tailor-made. Even the women wear dresses that look like the latest fashion from glossy magazines.

I suddenly feel very humiliated. Humiliated because my silver dress does not correspond to the latest fashion and cannot even remotely compete with the value of the other women’s attire. I also couldn’t prepare myself enough. My mother only informed me a few hours ago that she was taking me to the Obsession Club today. I hardly had time to put together a suitable outfit.

I already knew that the elite of Manhattan stayed here, but not to what extent this would take. Obsession is the most famous and exclusive nightclub in New York City. My mother has been working as an event manager in this club for seven years. At that time, we moved to the Upper East Side.

“Elodie, I still have something to take care of,” my mother signals to me. “Why don’t you go to the bar, order yourself a drink, and sit in one of the lounges. I’ll hurry.” I watch Vivienne go until she disappears behind a door.

Sighing, I set myself in motion to get to the nearest bar. This is not so easy, as the crowd is becoming denser. After I have finally reached the counter, I order a Cosmopolitan. With the glass, I sit down in one of the seating lounges on a leather sofa.

While I take a sip of the cocktail, my gaze drifts through the people. Every now and then, I recognize a famous personality being besieged by other club visitors.

I place my glass on the dark table.

“Good evening, Elodie Clement.”

Instantly, the blood freezes in my veins. This voice. I never wanted to hear it again. My eyes stare fixedly at the glass with the pink liquid. I am unable to move, let alone lift my head.

Has he been watching me? Did he know I would be here today? Did he just wait for the perfect moment to approach me? Did he time it so that he could catch me without my mother?

He comes around the table. The movements of his legs, encased in grey trousers, betray it to me. His black leather shoes echo audibly on the dark marble floor. Only a few inches next to me, he takes a seat.

An ill feeling spreads within me in seconds. It becomes even stronger as he moves even a bit closer. Exactly then it happens—his hand places itself under my chin and he turns my head in his direction. My dilated pupils can’t help but stare into his light brown eyes. He still has the same cold gaze that intimidated me even back then. His face comes closer.

No, he will not consider that. He must not.

“Did you not miss me at all?” a deep breath directly in front of my mouth. I am still unable to move. “That would be an utter shame, for I missed you. You are, after all, my favorite Submissive.”

At the word Submissive, my already trembling body shakes even more. I was not with him voluntarily. I was unfortunately at the wrong place at the wrong time. This brown-haired man forced me into submission.

“You are very lucky, Elodie!” his lips brush mine by a hair’s breadth. “I am willing to take you back.” Thereupon, he kisses me. Softly. Far too softly. My blood then shoots far too quickly through my body. His lips do not pull back. It is already happening—I have no chance to defend myself. I lose all sense of time. How long the kiss lasts, I cannot say. It could be anything between seconds and minutes.

Finally, he pulls back. Slowly. inch by inch.

I should feel relief. But I feel nothing of the sort. Instantly, I am hurled into the past. I have never escaped this man. He never disappeared. I could not free myself from him. Not physically and certainly not mentally. This man has never let me out of his sight. Adrien Beaumont will drag me back into the hell of L’Emprise and to himself.

Suddenly, he stands up. My face moves with his hand, which still remains under my chin. His grey suit lies neatly over his white shirt. “I will now lead you into a room where we will be completely alone,” Adrien says in the tone that makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “You will give me a proper explanation as to why you fled from me. You will end up begging me for forgiveness, Elodie.”

No, he cannot demand this of me. I escaped from him two years ago. So I will escape him this time too.

If only I weren’t so paralyzed. I still can’t move. Not on my own. Adrien notices this very quickly. He pulls me up by my shoulder. Again, gently. But that was actually always his way. At least towards me.

He makes sure that I am actually standing upright, and only then does he place his hand on my back. It will be my stabilization and at the same time his control to be able to lead me through the club. So he goes with me at the edge of the crowd. After a few minutes, we reach a staircase that leads to the upper floor of the club. It is noticeable that far fewer people are up here. Adrien leads me to the end of the area and opens a door behind which is a corridor. A bordeaux-red wall is illuminated by barely visible lights.

My legs are giving way more and more; my knees are becoming softer. I know, behind one of these few doors, my old life will catch up with me. The life that Adrien formed. I do not want to return to this life under any circumstances.

Adrien opens one of the doors and pushes me through. After he has also entered, he closes the door behind him. The room is shrouded in dim light. There is a large double bed with red satin sheets against a wall. Otherwise, there are two nightstands to the left and right of the bed and a wardrobe next to the entrance door. Otherwise, there is nothing else in this room. It immediately becomes clear to me what kind of room this is. It is a room intended for aftercare, so that one can recover after a session.

Adrien steps very close to my back and takes a tuft of my dark hair into his hands. For a few seconds, he leaves them in his hands until he brings them to his nose and inhales my scent. A clear lavender scent. “You still use the same hair shampoo,” he comments softly.

A light nod is all I can manage. He lets go of my hair, which then falls back onto my back.

Thereupon, he takes a step back. Exactly now, his voice takes on a threatening tone. I know this quiet voice only too well. It becomes clear to me immediately: he will tolerate no more resistance from now on. He will not let a single mistake pass anymore. Should I commit one, the consequence for my transgression will follow immediately.

“I already told you, I expect an explanation from you, Elodie.” He takes a step forward. However, there is still enough distance between his and my body. “You will kneel down. Exactly as you have always done in my presence.”

Before I fall to my knees, I close my eyes and breathe deeply. Why did he have to find me again? He will always find me, it becomes clear to me.

Slowly, I sink onto my knees and bow my head onto the red carpet beneath me.

Adrien also moves. He places one foot in front of the other slowly, almost like in slow motion. During this time, my heartbeat accelerates. I am alarmed, for I do not know if he will pull my hair or if he will do something worse to me.

He comes to a halt in front of me. His leather shoes are intentionally placed in front of my knees. “Look at me, Elodie,” Adrien gives me a clear and distinct command.

Internally, everything wants to resist, but if I offer resistance, the consequence will only become worse. Then the mildest pain is the pain that Adrien inflicts on my scalp.

I lift my head; his flawless suit towers up from bottom to top before me. I have to tilt my head back. My neck is completely exposed.

“Very good, Elodie,” he says, his corners of the mouth suggesting the breath of a smile. “I demand an explanation from you. Why did you leave me?”

My face lowers on its own. I knew Adrien would ask me this question. He already hinted at it. He wants to know exactly why I fled from him.