Page 38 of The Club

Controlling Asshole: Thanks for that. I’ll add it to my collection.

When I reply with???, he sends me a picture.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter as I take in the sight of myself, passed out on my couch, hands bound above my head, belly and chest painted with stripes of cum.

Pretty, I respond.

Controlling Asshole: I think so too.

Smiling, I toss my phone down and finish getting dressed. I go for a black corset vest with hot pink detailing. I opt for no shirt under it. My black pants are tight enough that the cock cage will be apparent to anyone staring at my crotch. In the nightclub, people might not notice it. Downstairs, they definitely will.

The bruises on my cheekbone and jaw are easy enough to hide with concealer, but my split lip will get some stares. It’s not the first time.

I start the evening in the nightclub. I’ve been neglecting it, handing over more and more responsibility to my manager, Saylor. She does a great job, but I can see she’s relieved to have me there helping sort out various minor issues.

It’s weird how I’m so focused. I didn’t take any amphetamines. I didn’t come. I’m annoyed as hell about my cock being trapped in the cage. And yet, with it on, both eliminating the possibility of satisfaction and promising it, I can chill out and think.

I head down to the sex club at around midnight. Dominic hasn’t arrived. The bouncers know to notify me when he does.

Nyx isn’t working tonight. Avery is at the bar, and he raises a sculpted eyebrow at the cock cage’s distinct bulge.

“That’s fun,” he comments as he starts making my requested Old Fashioned.

“Not really,” I reply sourly.

The spanking on stage, not to mention the response of the audience, has my cock doing its damnedest to get hard. The cage’s steel grip won’t allow it.

Avery snorts and slides me the drink. I go to the office. I missed yesterday, and I’ve been distracted for a while, so I start reviewing flagged footage from the private play rooms.

Guards ensure safety, but each session is also recorded. Certain words and behaviors get flagged for my review.

I’m in the middle of a scene when I get a text from Big John.

He’s here.

My heart skips. My cock tries again to swell inside the cage. The arousal is so intense and so goddamn frustrating.

I switch to the current camera feed. I track Dominic from the door to the bar. He’s wearing gray pants that show off his ass spectacularly and the semi-sheer black shirt he wore his first night here. His short crewcut hair looks sharp and sexy, like always.

When Dominic arrives at the bar, Avery clearly senses that he shouldn’t try to flirt with Dominic and simply goes about pouring bourbon like it’s a serious business. Dominic pays and stands between the bar and the seating/fucking area.

I smirk at the knowledge that he’s looking for me while I’m looking at him. He backtracks to the bar and sets his drink down. He pulls his phone from his back pocket and types.

My phone chimes.

Controlling Asshole: Playing games?

I reply,Watching porn.

On screen, Dominic scowls at his phone. Before he can reply, I text,No reason to look so angry. It’s kind of my job.

Dominic looks around, hunting for the cameras. He finds one of them and stares into it. I know he can’t see me, but I still shiver like he can.

Leaving his drink, he starts moving. At first I’m not sure what he’s doing, then I realize he’s looking for the office. I lean back in my chair, waiting to watch him get frustrated. There’s no way he’s going to find—

Ah, shit.

I have about five seconds to prepare myself as Dominic spots the discreet office door, and it’s not enough. When the door opens, my cock throbs and my heart leaps, and I’m sure all of it shows clearly on my face.

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