Page 1 of Kane's Fake Relationship

Chapter One

Kane

“Whoisthat?”

“Don’t even think about it man, she is way out of your league and a Dominatrix. She’s not for you.”

“Says who?”

I pushed back from the bar and walked across the common room at The Pendulum. The dark-skinned beauty that just crossed my path made my heart race and my cock hard. A perfect combination. Cody was right about one thing, this woman screamed dominance, but that didn’t mean it was the only thing she was into. She had arrived alone as far as I could tell and took a seat in front of the main stage. The Pendulum opened to a large, open room with hallways that branched off for certain… specialties. Experienced members of the club, who would play out scenes for everyone to see, often booked the main stage. It was early though, just past six, and an Impact Play class was still in session. One thing I loved about the membership here was that no one had any judgement for people wanting to learn or try something new. When Jack, Nick and I joined, we had dabbled in what we all liked, but we had no idea how vast the community was. Now, after three years, I’m happy to say I’ve learned more about myself than I ever expected.

“So your wrist movements are key when wielding a flogger. The wrapping motion can cause an impact in a place you don’t want it. Remember, things like kidneys and other internal organs bruise easily. It’s all fun and play until your partner wakes up the next morning pissing blood.”

I cringed at the description the instructor gave, but the visual of it held true. Impact play was dangerous in the best of situations, but someone who wasn’t trained to use certain toys could cause a ton of damage and ruin the experience for their submissive.

The woman in black just smiled to herself and shifted in her seat. Black thigh-high boots covered fishnets. The whole look gave me an overwhelming desire to tear it all from her body. Her high cut black panties and matching latex bra left nothing to the imagination. Everything about her called to me, everything but the riding crop she had attached to her belt. I wasn’t a submissive. I preferred to top my partners, and it seemed she did too. But one thing I’ve learned is you never really know. Maybe she liked to switch and today she was just in her Domme space. Without a bit of conversation, I’d never know.

I stood only a few feet away from her, sipping my drink. I hadn’t planned to play tonight, so there was no need to stay sober. Often times I’d stop in after work just to watch and relax. Tonight was one of those nights, until she walked in. However, she still hadn’t even turned in my direction. It was like I wasn’t even in the room. My brothers called me playboy for a reason. It’s not like I was a total man whore, but in my youth they had known me to pick up ladies whenever I felt like it. My looks were the only thing I had to thank my birth parents for. Otherwise, they were both utter pieces of shit in my book. But looks weren’t persuading this one, neither was my persistent staring. Watching people was one of my absolute favorite things to do. My brother still thought I spent my nights sticking my dick in anything that moved, but that wasn’t true anymore. At this point in the game, I preferred watching. I’d watch a woman please herself for me or watch couples do unthinkable things together, and if that didn’t work, I’d just sit and stare and beauties like the one in front of me.

The class ended, and everyone cleared out. The person next to her vacated their seat, and she made no indication she was moving. I stepped forward, sat down and reached behind me, stretching my arm over the back of the couch, leaving just enough space between us so I wouldn’t make her uncomfortable.

“Not a bad visual, pissing blood. Certainly not something I’d ever forget as a newbie.”

She turned her head and looked toward me, then turned back to the stage. The instructor was cleaning up the items she had out, and this enchantress of a woman seemed more interested in her than me. I couldn’t figure out if it excited me more or pissed me off.

“I’m Kane. Kane Saint,” I offered.

“I know.”

Her voice traveled to my ears and brought goosebumps over my body. I think I now knew what people meant when they said a woman sounded like an angel. I might have just met mine.

“I never know if it’s a good thing or a bad thing when my reputation proceeds me.”

The corner of her mouth turned up just a bit, but otherwise I wouldn’t have thought she’d heard me. Her body was still and her breathing even. Reading people was part of watching them and this woman was working overtime to make sure I didn’t think she cared about who I was.

“What do you go by? May I ask?”

“Trinity.”

That one world nearly crushed my hopes and dreams. Madam Trinity was more than well known, not only here at The Pendulum, but throughout the entire community in New York City. I was sitting next to actual kink royalty and hadn’t even realized it. She was known for being ruthless with her partners. If you wanted your ass beat, you asked for Madam Trinity, or one of her mentees. She had trained numerous Doms in the practices of BDSM and, as much as I hated to admit it, I thought she would have been much older. The woman sitting next to me looked at most to be in her early thirties. How had someone so young accomplished so much?

“It’s nice to meet you, Trinity, or would you rather I call you Madam?”

“You are not my submissive. I prefer my honorifics to be saved only for them. Trinity is fine.”

“Trinity it is, then.” I reached my hand out, offering it to her, but she ignored it. I should have known, but the manners my parents drilled into me as a kid still seemed to show when I least expected it.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before, yet I’m sure this isn’t your first time at the club. Do you have something special planned for the night?”

She turned her head and finally looked at me. “Mr. Saint, why don’t you just cut the shit and ask me what you want?”

“Let me take you somewhere. Dinner, drinks, something out of the scene. I’d like to get to know you.”

“No.”

I watched as she uncrossed her ridiculously long legs and stood. She didn’t even bother looking back at me as she approached the woman on stage and greeted her, pulling her into her embrace.

Well, fuck. I tossed back the rest of my drink and placed the empty glass on the table as I watched her. Who knows what I was thinking, asking Madam Trinity out for dinner? It was like I had blacked out and my mouth wouldn’t shut the fuck up. She wasn’t a woman who just agreed to go out with someone, certainly not someone whose likes didn’t match her own. But I still wasn’t certain about that. Tons of people switched in certain activities so maybe there was a chance. I needed to find out what she had heard about me first. Instead of asking her out like a schoolboy with a crush, that’s what I should have asked about.

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