Page 54 of Rust the Rejected
“You will give in to your submissive nature. I will guide you as your Dom—a highly skilled Dom. You display all the signs of a sub. You will recognize and appreciate them under my guidance. Now, come the night promises much pleasure.”
We enter the club through the scrolled wrought-iron and glass doors.
“Good evening, Rust, Natalie. Enjoy,” the doorman says with a smile.
We pass him and enter the opulent lobby where two she-wolf greeters stand behind a podium.
“Hello, Rust and Natalie!” They chorus cheerfully. “We’re so excited for you! We’ll take your coat, Natalie. Go right in.”
She smiles at them, then glances at me questioningly. I untie the trench coat belt and unbutton it. Her lips part. I cock an eyebrow. She takes a deep breath and relaxes. I slip the trench coat off and hand it to the greeters.
A couple enters behind us.
My fated mate balks and places her hands over her ass. I rub her arms until she settles, then place my hand on the small of her back. I increase pressure to urge her through the double doors behind the greeters.
We enter Exhibition where demonstrations and performance rooms provide entertainment—or inspiration. The Dungeon provides a spacious section devoted to public forms of BDSM play. Those not in the lifestyle may think it’s a medieval dungeon for torture with the St. Andrew’s Crosses, spanking benches, chains suspended from the ceiling, and more. To those who enjoy the lifestyle, the pieces and assorted whips, floggers, canes, and implements are to be expected.
Which is why I chuckle when she gasps and freezes. Her wide eyes dart about Exhibition, taking in the sights. Four male wolf shifters surround a she-wolf spread out on a leather padded table. Her hands and mouth work three cocks while the fourth plunges in and out of her pussy. She moans and writhes in ecstasy. A she-wolf sits on her calves bound by red silks artfully arranged by a male wolf shifter trained in Shibari. Other demonstrations range about the space. The sounds of carnal pleasure and the scent of sex mixed with heightened pheromones blend for a hedonistic atmosphere.
“This way, Little Girl,” I murmur in her ear.
She wobbles unsteadily by the distractions. I tighten my hold and lead her to a secluded area.
“What are Sage, Jagger, and the others doing here? They’re Doms and subs too? Is this a party?”
“You’ll also learn to stop thinking so much and go with the moment, Little Girl.”
We stop where the others gather. Jagger and Sage greet us along with Dylan, Sasha, Viggo, and Tag.
“Your corset is fabulous, Natalie!” Signy exclaims, then winks at me. “Nice choice, Rust. You did well!”
“Thank you. I love your lingerie set. I just wish I knew what was going on,” my fated mate responds, and glances at me.
I spank her ass, and she yelps.
“Unless you want to perform our collaring ceremony with a heated, red bottom that matches the soles of your mules, I suggest you remember what I just told you about thinking, naughty girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” I praise her, then continue. “Our friends gather to celebrate our union as Dominant and submissive.”
Jagger holds a navy blue suede flat box for me. I press the cabochon clasp to open the lid.
A custom-made collar rests on the silk lining. Tiny sparkly diamonds cover the intricate platinum lacework of the three-inch wide collar and the lock. I lift the delicate piece and place it around my fated mate’s neck. The soft click of the closure makes my cock pulse. Mine!
“Natalie, I give you my collar as a sign of my love and my vow to teach you communication and trust. My collar always shows your status as a partnered sub—my sub. You will obey me in all sexual interactions unless you want all play to end with the use of your safeword,red. For a Dominant to place a collar on a submissive equals the pair’s commitment to their D/s relationship. On some levels just as important as a wedding ring is to a marriage. I have never collared a sub. Only you. Do you understand, Little Girl?”
Tears fill her eyes. She opens her mouth to respond but can only nod.
I lean over and brush my lips over hers as I murmur words to settle her.
“Yes, Sir.” She responds with determination as she traces her fingertips lightly over the exquisite craftsmanship of my collar, then rests them on mine.
My heart swells with pride. My cock swells with carnal lust.
The others clap. Sage, Signy, and Sasha hug my fated mate while my best friends clap me on the back. They’re Doms and understand the significance of the collaring ceremony.
A pulse of need rushes to my heart over the tether. I turn to find my fated mate surrounded by her friends. Yet her eyes focus on me. I nod and return her message with a strong one of my own. Her lips part on a gasp.
