“Hey, Sam,” I said, “uhm, you might not want to go in there, Devi’s about to draw blood.”

I looked at him but he was busy staring at Jules.  “Uhm, Sam?”

“Oh yeah, uhm okay, where are you two heading?”

“We’re going to a club.”

“Oh,” he said sounding deflated.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, just bored.  I was going to see if Seth wanted to work.”

“Well, he just sprung a puppy on Devi.”

“Okay then, I’ll check in the morning to see if I need to find a new bass player.”

“Might be a good idea.” I looked between Jules and Sam, both working really hard not to look at the other and sighed.  “Why don’t you come out with us?”

“No, I don’t want to intrude.”

“You won’t be, come on,” I said grabbing his arm and dragging him towards Jules’s car.

“We can take mine if you want, it’s got more room,” he said.

“Works for me,” I said glancing back at Jules who was steadily watching the ground.

I shook my head.

I told him where we were going and watched his eyes flick between Jules and me before nodding slowly.  I sat back in the rear seat and relaxed until we arrived at the club.

We walked up and got in the line waiting outside to be ID’d and stamped.  “You remember the rules?” I asked Jules.

“Yeah.”

“Rules?” Sam asked.

“Ash doesn’t want me wandering off.”

He nodded.  “That’s a good idea.”

“Have you been here?” I asked him.

“Yeah, opening night with X.”

“Bet that was an interesting night.”

He ran his hands through his hair.  “You have no idea.”

We were finally allowed inside and I looked around.  To the untrained eye, you would see a normal dark room, loud pulsing music, and people dancing around on the dance floor.  The only difference was the amount of leather, D-rings, cuffs, and collars on people.  I shook my head as I watched a young guy walking around with a collar and leash hanging from his neck.  It wasn’t safe to have a chain and collar hanging without someone holding the other end.

“So this is a BDSM club?” Jules yelled over the music.

I nodded.

“Huh, not that different.”

“Just don’t go upstairs,” I yelled, “unless you want an education.”

“What’s upstairs?”

“From what I was told, private and semi-private rooms.”

“Why would they…oh.” She blushed red.

Marilyn Manson’s Cake and Sodomy started playing and the place erupted in screams and the already full dance floor grew with additional bodies.  I grabbed Jules hand and joined in the mass of gyrating bodies, singing with the rest of the bodies.  Once it was over, the floor started to clear until the first notes of Korn’s A.D.I.D.A.S began to play, even more bodies joined the foray.  Jules was looking around watching the scene while I danced, singing along about dreaming of sex.

When A.D.I.D.A.S was over the DJ switched to some techno and the floor began to clear, I grabbed Jules hand and headed to the bar.  I found Sam standing there with three drinks, and I could have kissed him.

“Thanks!” I yelled.

He nodded and continued watching Jules.

Cris

I watched as she danced without a care in the world.  I wasn’t able to take my eyes off her.  I followed her to the bar where she was standing near Sam and Jules.  I snuck up behind her and took her in, she looked beautiful.

I ran my fingers across her ass and watched as she went stiff then spun around.

“Hey Ash.”

“Cris.”

“I, uh, I’ve been trying to get a hold of you.”

She just looked at me.

“Uhm, I wanted to talk.”

“Uh huh.”

“Fuck it,” I murmured as I watched yet another guy watch her.  I leaned down and kissed her, gently at first hoping she wouldn’t punch me in the face when I moved.

She stood there not responding then gasped and I took advantage of that and pushed my tongue through her lips, kissing her hard.

“Ashlen, we need to talk,” I told her after breaking the kiss.

“Yes, Sir,” she responded.

I nodded towards Sam grabbed Ash’s hand and took her upstairs where I had a private room reserved for the night. 

Ashlen

I knew this was stupid, that I should rip my hand away and turn to go hang out with Jules.  Only I couldn’t seem to make myself do that, he’d used that voice on me and I couldn’t resist that voice.  This would be closure, I told myself, one last scene before we said goodbye.

I followed him upstairs and through a hallway until we stopped at a door.  He pulled out a key and unlocked it before pulling me inside.  He let go of my arm then relocked the door.  My brain started spinning, why did he have a private room?  Was he planning on hooking up with someone else tonight, but saw me instead?  Was I just the second option?

I skimmed the room there was a four poster bed that had chains hanging from the posts, a chest full of unknown items and a wall of paddles, floggers, and whips.  All in all it was a very interesting room that you could have fun with.  Now though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go through with this.

“Stop,” he commanded.

“What?”

“Stop.  This isn’t what it looks like, Devi told me you’d be here tonight.  I reserved the room for us, so we could talk.”

“Oh.” Only I didn’t want to talk, I didn’t want to know why he didn’t trust me outside a playroom.”

“Ashlen,” he said in that voice again, “strip.”

“I need help, Sir,” I said quietly turning my back to him and pulling my long blonde hair out of the way of the laces.

I heard his feet thump across the floor then felt his breath fan across my exposed neck as he reached down and pulled the bow that held my corset together.  He slowly pulled the laces loose running a finger across the exposed skin. When it was loose, he helped pull it up over my head and dropped it to the floor.

“Need any more help, Ashlen?”

I swallowed.  “No, Sir.”

“Then strip.”

I nodded and unzipped my skirt letting it fall to my feet.  Quickly pulled my panties down and I was about to release my stockings from the garter but his hand stopped me.

“Leave those.”

I nodded again and bent over unzipping my boots and pulling them off one at a time.  When I was finally finished he circled me, taking me all in.  I stood perfectly still as he walked away and opened the chest, he pulled out a pair of leather cuffs and a spreader bar.  I fought the need to shift my feet restlessly, I wanted to know what he had planned, but I knew better than to ask.

“Hands behind your back.”

I quickly put my hands behind my back.  He pulled them back farther straightening my arms.  He secured one of the cuffs to my upper arm, quickly doing the same with the second then latching them together.  My arms were completely immobile now, with my chest bowed forward.

“Stand beside the bed, facing it.”

I did as he instructed and waited, he ran a hand from my hip, down my thigh, skimming across my calf before spreading my feet apart.  Then he attached the spreader bar to one ankle, spreading my feet farther apart before attaching the straps around my other ankle.  He walked around me once then walked away.  I heard him walk along the wall, then take something down before his steps came towards me again.

He sat on the bed and looked up at me, “I’m going to spank you for ignoring my phone calls and text messages.”  He set the black leather paddle beside him on the bed then reached over, grabbed my arm and pulled me down so my head was hanging near the floor and my ass was across his lap.  He rearranged me slightly until he had me where he wanted me.  I couldn’t move my arms or my legs to keep my balance—I was at his mercy.

“What are your safe words, Ashlen?”

“Mercy and halt, Sir.”

“Good girl,” he murmured running a hand across my ass.  “Why are you being punished?”