The club is in full throttle. Sick music setting a dirty sexual moods throughout the club. It is just one of those nights where the heated sexual air in the club seem to heighten extremely. People’s sexual desires seems to be more prominent tonight.
I don’t normally stop in but tonight we have new members and we need to make sure they stay within the rules. No mistakes. No law suits. Although everyone is screened before joining, I still have to make sure everything runs smoothly.
I went behind the check-in counter and asked Ryan for the list of new members that were here tonight. He hands me the list without hesitation. I looked it over and ten newbies were here tonight ready to explore their sexual desires.
“Everything good?” I asks Ryan while scanning the list.
“All good boss. Although, many of them look completely out of their elements tonight. They are practically babies.” Ryan smirked.
The corner of my lip lifted, “I like fresh meat.”
I walked passed a few doms and subs to check out some rooms. The club had an open galore for those who enjoyed public erotic plays. Down two corridors that are opposite direction from the galore were the private rooms that consisted many bdsm toys.
However, not just any person can get through. To get a private room, you have to pay a higher price for the night. To get a room where there are a public show and a wide audience it costs a whole lot more.
What exactly does this mean?
Most people hang out in the open galore. The higher businessman who is submissive tends to pay for their doms to perform their desires privately. This is where I earn my income--by luring the rich people.
I checked to make sure the occupying rooms were paid for before heading back to the open galore. I walked around it and watched for any disturbing signs until I literally tripped over my feet when I caught sight of a caramel hair babe sitting in a private corner looking completely out of place.
She bit her very full pink lips nervously. Her fingers ringing in front of her. If I didn’t know better I would say she wouldn’t last tonight and will pull her membership in an hour. However, I did know better. Her creamy chocolate eyes flicker around the room with clear curiosity.
I feel like someone threw a punch at my stomach. Her eyes explained so much.
The wildcat in her.
The need to be dominated.
My feet walked toward her before I even comprehend what I was doing. She looks up the minute she sees me near her. Her eyes widening a fraction. I knew the effect she was feeling right now. I wasn’t the average looking kind of guy. I knew how I looked and I knew how much women liked it.
I slip into her booth without permission. She shifted uneasily in her seat. I put my hand out in a gesture of shaking her hand.
“My name is Chase Gunner. I am the owner of this club.” I introduce myself to her.
She blinked and a smile appeared on her face. She shook my offered hand.
“Briar Woods.” She stated.
I grinned, “What are you here for?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” She poked at me and I fought down the dominant in me. I wanted to teach her a good lesson in answering appropriately.
However, I decided to oblige her this time. My eyes dropping down her body. Reading her body language, the way her hands are clasped together tightly on the table, the way her legs are crossed. Every now and then she will bite her lips and her eyes will look anywhere else but at me.
A dominant can easily read who will be submissive in bed and I knew just by looking at her, she will fight me, but in the end, she will give in.
A fucking delicious challenge.
Every neuron in my body is on full alert and drumming with excitement. I was dangerously attracted to her and a strong part of me wanted to make her submit underneath me.
She cleared her throat and shifted in her seat for the fifth time since she saw me. A salacious smirk appeared on my face because I knew she was just as attracted to me as I was her.
“Sex. You need someone to fuck you hard and long. Someone to grope your nice sexy ass, twist your sweet nipples, suck on that already soaking wet pussy until you are screaming for release.” I answered her. My voice dropping dangerously deep. I inch closer to her. My legs are brushing against hers as I do so. I see her chest rising quickly upon contact.
“Was I right? Don’t bother lying to me, Briar. I will know and you won’t like what I do next.” I command, my fingers tracing up the little mini skirt she has on.
She swallowed hard. I waited to see if she will challenge me again.
“Y-yes.” After a very long wait, she finally admits.
My smirk broadens, immediately I moved my fingers that were dangerously close to her core. I pull back from her space giving her breathing room again.
She lifts her chin. “I am here to find someone w-who can p-please me but I have conditions.”
My interest is definitely piqued. I arch an eyebrow for her to continue. She fidget in her seat again. Her eyes moving around the room.
“Did you want to continue this in my office?” I offer, catching onto how uncomfortable she looks.
She shakes her head, inhaling deeply for a shot of confidence she spoke, “I need a Dom who is willing to only meet at my home. I-I don’t want to be here. I need him to be there when I need him. I don’t work well with extreme BDSM. I need only a Dom who can give me what I want. I also need a Dom who will only have one sub at a time.”
The corner of my lips lifts in amusement, “I don’t have Doms who does house calls-”
She opens her mouth to say something but I lifted my hand, silencing her.
“I, however, do.” I watch her irises dilate in surprise. I lied. I don’t do house calls but I wanted her badly I was willing to lie.
“Y-you mean you will take me up on my offer?” She asked, hope flaring in those creamy chocolate orbs.
“Not so fast. I have conditions of my own. If I am to be your Dom, your body is mine and mine only. That means no other male will touch you. That includes you. You will only touch when I tell you. I won’t come when you call me. I am the Dom, Briar.” I first explained. She needs to know these are my rules as her Dom.
“So, no Briar, you will expect me to be at your place every night at nine sharp. I will oblige by what you are willing to do. I won’t do anything that you don’t want but you will promise to try new things with me.” I end my terms on that note.
She licks her parted lips, mulling over my conditions. My eyes homed in on that innocent and indecisive move.
“What kind of things?” She asks, unsure.
“Things that will give you and I both pleasure,” I reply with a confident smirk.
She nods, “Deal.”
I nod along with her, “Then it is settled. Our deal starts tomorrow night.”
I expect her to fight me but she nods, “This is my first time. I am nervous. You will have to teach me.”
The playful me chipped away and I gave her a comforting smile. She is adorable.
“I will teach you everything you need to know. I will show you a whole new world.”
“Thank you.” She smiles back at me and I was swept off my feet. If I thought she was stunning before, she was a goddess when she smiled.
“Yes?” She responds, her eyes light up like a little girl getting a lollipop. Fuck, its sexy as hell. I can’t wait till I had her sucking mine.
My hand came up and I swept a strand of hair behind her hair before the back of my hand trails down her cheek. Her chocolate orbs darkened upon contact.
“Know that there is a safe word. When you want out, say ‘Red’. I will stop immediately. You are the important person here.” I said honestly.
Her shoulder slumps in relief. I didn’t realize how stiff she was until now. Briar Woods is fucking attractive and beautiful. It made me wonder, what’s her real story behind coming here.
“How long have you been doing this?” She asks shyly.
“Since 18. I started with a friend but he pulled his partnership. I bought him out.” I answer her truthfully.
“Why did he pull?” She continues further.
I chuckle, “You are a curious one.”
She looks down a little embarrassed with all the questions.
“He started a life. We are still friends. His fiancee and he still comes here once in a while but he wanted to focus solely on her.” I respond, not wanting to see her pull away.
Besides, I am not ready to let her go just yet. She is quite entertaining and the night was still young.
“I’m curious. Who are you?” I ask.
She looks up at me, “I am a Kindergarten teacher. I teach at Marshall Elementary school.”
“A teacher?” Fuck. That’s sexy. Damn, my cock is throbbing so badly that the strain in my pants is becoming painfully uncomfortable.
She smirks, “yes, is that a problem?”
I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, “On the contrary, its fucking hot.”
With the dimly lit club, I can still see the blush that appeared on her cheek.
Tomorrow really needs to hurry up. I have so many plans for her.