Page 63 of The Secret Club
“See you tomorrow, Carl.” I smile sweetly at him knowing he’ll be seeing me sooner then I’ll be seeing him. I watch as he opens the door and walks into the dark room behind him.
My stomach grumbles and I confirm it must be breakfast time. I become very aware of the glass surrounding me. Looking out through it like a caged animal wondering who is looking back at me.
There is a light knock on the door before it silently swings open, and the delicious scent of bacon hits my nose. Behind the trolley is Cook, his wide smile denting his dimples on eitherside of his mouth. “Good morning baby girl, you are looking incredible this morning. Did you sleep well?”
“Good morning, Cook. I sure did. But you knew that didn’t you?” I reply playfully. If Carl knew Darcy visited me in the night, he would too. He was probably watching. “Did you sleep well?”
“Sleeping is for when I’m dead,” he chuckles. “But you are right, I did know you slept well.” He chuckles again. “Now come over here, let’s get you fed up like a good girl,” he says pointing to the chair.
Cook happily feeds me a full cooked breakfast with juice and tea. It’s bigger and a heavier meal then I would usually start the day with, but it’s delicious nevertheless. Cook does what I now come to expect, rubbing my stomach as I eat. I have to stop and start because it really does feel like a lot of food. When we’re finished, he packs up his trolley ready to leave.
“I’m going to leave you alone earlier than I would like, you need to let your food go down because David is coming to visit you shortly. I’m going to leave you some sandwiches over here for when you get peckish and will be back with your dinner. Enjoy yourself, you are in for quite a treat today.”
“I don’t know how I feel about you knowing what is going to happen to me before I do,” I shrug. “I guess I do like the element of surprise.”
“This will be a good surprise baby girl; you can take it, I know you can.”
“Yikes, that sounds ominous.”
“I think pain and pleasure can go hand in hand if given by the right person,” replies Cook before he runs the backs of his hands down my chest, brushing my nipples and they pebble under his touch. He palms both my breasts and looks me in the eyes. “I’m looking forward to seeing all of you this evening.”
“See you this evening.”
And with that, he’s left a covered tray on the table and ispushing the food trolley back out of the door. Tom stands and follows him out of the room also, not saying a word to me as I’ve come to expect. I feel full to the brim. I walk into the bathroom, use the toilet and brush my teeth. When I’m back in the bedroom, I make the bed and sit cross legged on top and begin reading my book again.
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The speaker that has been playing light jazz music in the background switches to something classical again. I look up and wonder if this is the signal that David is coming. I think it must have been over an hour since I ate, my stomach no longer feels so full and uncomfortable.
A light knock sounds at the door before a polished man wearing light grey tailored trousers, and a matching waistcoat over a crisp white shirt enters the room. He has salt and pepper hair, a stern looking face and a narrow chin. His presence feels serious and strict—nothing like the shy and sweet Carl, bubbly Cook, or even the cheerful Dr Jack.
I put my book down next to me on the bed and swing my legs over to get down but in a few swift steps, David is standing in front of me. “No need to get down yet, we need to set up in here.” Reaching out a hand, he offers, “I’m David, lovely to meet you today Roxy,” speaking in a well-mannered clipped tone.
“Pleasure to meet you too, David. It’s so nice to put a face to the name,” I reply in what I hope is my usual voice. I want toask what he needs to set up, but Tom saves me by entering with a wooden cross structure which he places in front of the bed.
“Excuse me for a moment,” David says and with a few long strides he’s opening the door and leaving with Tom before a moment later they return carrying what looks like a miniature padded picnic bench. The bench just barely squeezes in through the door and I almost laugh out loud. When they set it down on all four legs, I was not far off in my description. The piece of furniture, equipment I guess it is, really is like a small picnic bench but the top part is padded red leather and the seat parts are also padded leather. I’ve never seen one like it nor the wooden cross that has leather cuffs hanging down from the top.
“Thank you, Tom,” I hear David say once they’ve settled the bench piece to my right. Tom nods and takes his seat in the leather armchair. He’s wearing light grey trackpants and a white fitted t-shirt today. If he wasn’t so gruff and intimidating, I would like to walk over and climb on his muscular lap and see what he tastes like. But fear keeps me in check. Also, Dr Jack’s rule of ‘don’t talk to Tom’ comes back to me.
David leaves the room once more and returns with a small black suitcase on wheels.
“Roxy, I think we have everything we need,” he says to me as he approaches the bed again, this time he perches on the side to face where I’m sitting. “Have you ever had someone tie you up and use paddles and crops on you?” he asks so directly I squirm.
“No David, this would be my first. Is that ok?” I enquire, unsure if having more experience would please him more.
“On the contrary, that is perfect,” he smiles brighter than he has so far. “I like to play with untamed bodies and minds. And so far, you are exceptional in both from what I’ve viewed so far.”
“T-Thank you,” I stammer, unsure how I should follow that compliment up.
“Do you remember your safe word?” he asks.
“Yes, Neptune.”
“Excellent. And you know you can use it at any time, and I will stop immediately. You have the choice of stopping just the scene or stopping the scene and your entire stay here. No one here is willing to force you into anything you are not comfortable doing.”
“Yes, I understand thank you. Dr Jack explained everything to me when I arrived. I’m unsure what you are about to do to me, but I’m intrigued also. I’m not afraid.”
“And nor should you be. What I specialise in is a certain type of pain but also pleasure. My pleasure is in your pain, and I reward your pain with pleasure. Does that make sense?”
