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“That’s enough, Vivi. We’ll just take that paperwork.”

I take the papers and lead my girl into one of the rooms off to the side. It’s got a cherry wood desk with a soft brown leather computer chair. “Sorry about her. She’s a little over the top, but you’ll see that here. Are you okay? You can look at me,” I tell her.

She raises her soft gray eyes to me. “I’m good, Sir.” She tips her lips up into a soft smile. I give her a soft kiss on the lips. “Have a seat, baby, and fill that out.”

While she does that, I lean against the desk. She doesn’t wear perfume, but she’s got the sweetest natural scent. In no time at all she finishes and hands it to me. I help her stand up. “Are you ready?”

She begins to nod, but catches herself. “Yes, Sir.”

Wrapping my arm around her waist, I lead her back to the desk and she hands the papers to Vivi. “Jasmine is ready to take Britain to the women’s locker room.”

She’s been a sub here for over a year, and one that I’ve never scened with, but Stefan has. Jasmine’s looking for a twenty-four seven Master/slave relationship. The rubenesque redhead comes out from a door behind the desk, showing off her beautiful fuller figure in a short skirt and skimpy tank top with no bra. The red collar she’s wearing means she’s unattached, working the club, and a slave.

“Jasmine, please take Mr. Beckett’s sub to the locker rooms,” Vivi says from behind the desk.

I stroke a hand down Brit’s hair and place my lips against her ear. “I’ll be waiting outside the doors on the other side when you’re ready. Take all the time that you need.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She follows Jasmine behind the desk and through the door the redhead just came from. I give Vivi a chin lift and when I reach the heavy double doors, a beeping sound signals that I’m able to open it. The closer I get to the main doors into the dungeon, the more my body comes alive; every nerve ending seems to fire at once, my heart starts pumping faster and harder—or at least it feels that way—the thumping of the music as I get closer to the doors makes my body vibrate.

When I reach the velvet doors I push them open, letting my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. Sconces line the wall with candles lit inside them. The place looks more romantic than anything, but that’s of course until you hear the crack of a whip, or the moan of a sub. I walk over to the corner of the bar, watching and waiting for Britain to come out.

I hope she has a good time tonight, that what she sees interests her. A moment later, the door opens and Jasmine steps out followed by Britain. One look and my cock is hard and aching. I knew my girl was gorgeous, but her body is phenomenal. Her tits are on the smaller side, but they’re perky and high. My eyes travel down her narrow waist, and I want to sink my teeth into the tiny little barely noticeable pooch she has.

Her legs are long and shapely, and the moment I get to have them wrapped around my waist will be the best day of my life. I step toward them. “Thank you, Jasmine.”

“You’re welcome, Sir.” She scurries away.

“Brit, come here, baby.” Brit comes toward me, smiling nervously. Once she reaches me, I wrap my hand around the back of her neck. I pull her until we’re a hair’s breadth away from each other. I see her eyes flit back and forth. I tighten my grip. “Don’t worry about anyone else. It’s just you and me.”

I lean forward, grabbing her lower lip with my teeth. She gasps into my mouth and I let go, but only so I can kiss her. Britain’s mouth opens to me as my tongue sweeps inside. We do that familiar dance, and it’s hard to believe that not so long ago she’d never really kissed a man. I pull back and smile at the dazed look in her eyes.

“Do you remember the rules?” I ask.

She nods as she says, “I do, Sir.”

Britain holds her hands in front of her, and walks next to me. “I’m going to take you around. Most scenes will be open for us to watch. They do have private rooms where people can scene without onlookers.”

It’s early-ish so it’s not incredibly crowded, which is what I wanted for her first time here. We walk by the dance floor that has no one on it right now. High-top tables surround the bar, and around the perimeter are love seats, chairs, and ottomans. You would almost think that it’s a nightclub. Of course, nightclubs don’t have people restrained and getting kissed by the whip. Bent over a spanking bench, a sub is getting smacked with a crop and has a ball gag in her mouth.

Britain freezes next to me and begins watching the scene play out in front of us. The sub cries out with each strike against her flesh. The Dom is very experienced because he’s not hitting her in the same spot twice. I can’t hear what the Dom is saying to his sub, but her moans bounce off the walls.

Once he’s finished, the Dom pulls his dick out and begins fucking his sub. The slapping of flesh and moans can be heard. It’s not long before the Dom presses on one of the red straps and the sub begins to come in one long, continuous moan. After they both finish coming, the Dom gets himself straight before unbuckling the restraints. He picks her up tenderly and carries her over to a love seat where he begins administering aftercare.

“Do you know what that is?” I ask her, signaling to where they’re sitting.

“That’s aftercare.” I raise my brow in question. “Sir,” Brit says quickly.

We move through the club and then down a hall. They’re the fantasy suites: naughty school girl, prisoner and cop, and doctor/patient. That’s the only room I avoid. Some of the scenes involve needles, and I’m just not down with that. I take her to the bar and get us each a drink.

I carry them to one of the chairs facing the flogging scene going on right now. I sit in the chair, and Britain kneels at my feet. After setting my drink on the little table, I stroke my hand down her hair after handing her the bottle of water she asked for. “I want you to watch them because this is what I like.” My cock aches in my pants as I watch her bite her lower lip. “You can lean against my leg if that’s more comfortable.”

She does exactly that, and I turn my attention back to the scene in front of us. It’s not hard to imagine the scene, but with Britain and me in their place, as I watch it unfold.

The scent of leather surrounds us, along with the heady scent of sex. The crowd that’s also watching the scene are all silent as we listen to the sub’s soft moans and the gentle thwap sound of the flogger hitting bare skin.

They don’t have sex, but the sub does have an orgasm. Some couples choose to scene in public, but have sex in private. I’ve always fucked as soon as the punishment was over.

We only stay for a few hours, long enough for her to see a couple more scenes and another walk-through of the club. I decide not to introduce her to anyone until she decides if she wants to explore this lifestyle with me or not. I walk her to the door to the locker room, and then I head out to the front desk.

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