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  Jacqui wasn’t at all sure she liked the sound of that, but Lauren was an unstoppable force when she got a bee in her bonnet, so with a sigh, Jacqui simply gave up.

  “Fine, have it your way. I’m going, I’m going.”

  Chapter Two

  An hour and a half later, Jacqui took in the hulking bouncer who stood outside the door to the nondescript industrial looking unit the club appeared to be situated in, and wished with all her might that she could take her acceptance back. However, Lauren was like a determined bulldog, and having paid off the taxi driver, all but dragged her out of the vehicle, and into the crowded car park.

  The place might not be obvious in advertising what it was, but it was clearly popular, and that gave her renewed palpitations, while she tried to yank her nonexistent skirt down her legs. Even though she was covered in the long coat Lauren had mercifully produced, she felt exposed in the hardly there clothing. Not least because she had also insisted Jacqui wear a tiny see-through scrap of lace thong that was currently masquerading as her underwear.

  “I’m not wearing that. It barely covers anything.”

  Lauren had laughed at her, and winked.

  “Fine, don’t wear it then. Lord knows, I’m not wearing any underwear, but I didn’t think you had it in you.”

  To Jacqui’s horror, she’d shoved that teeny piece of material at her.

  “It’s this or nothing. Your choice, babe. No granny knickers allowed at the club.”

  Giving into the inevitable, she had opted to wear the silly excuse for underwear. It was better than nothing, after all. She now followed Lauren’s lead as gracefully as she could, while trying not to flash her whereforalls at either the smirking taxi driver, or the imposing bouncer type, who pushed away from the wall, and smiled at her friend.

  “You’re late, girl.” The deep rumble held a hint of amusement, and Lauren’s hold on her arm grew painful, as she tugged her along faster. Teetering on the heels she wasn’t used to wearing, Jacqui suppressed another groan as a gust of wind blew open her coat, and bouncer type whistled through his teeth.

  Heat rose in her cheeks when she caught the slow appraisal he gave her scantily clad body, before she hastily yanked the coat shut around her. This time he didn’t even try to hide his amusement as he pushed the heavy door open and gestured for them to step through.

  “Best get on with it, subbies. Master Jake has been looking for you, Lauren. I reckon someone has earned herself a nice red ass already.”

  As if to prove his point, he slapped Lauren’s behind on the way through, and his smirk deepened at her murmured response.

  “Oh, I do hope so.”

  He winked at Jacqui as she followed her friend, and mindful of what this man had just done to Lauren, she tried for her best try that with me and you’re dead stare. One she failed at miserably when he raised an eyebrow and stuck his arms out, effectively trapping her against the steel door. With his overbearing muscle mass, and dressed all in black as he was, he made a formidable presence, and Jacqui managed nothing more than a squeak when he dipped his head to her level.

  “Sir, she’s new. You can’t…”

  Whatever Lauren was going to say, was drowned out by the sounds of heavy bass music playing as a door opened, and another male rumble filled the foyer they seemed to be standing in.

  “Lance, let her go. My sub’s friend is under my protection tonight, and she can’t possibly have done anything yet to warrant that behavior. Besides, newbies are off-limits, you know that.”

  Jacqui swallowed nervously the fraction of a heartbeat it took for this Lance to lift his hands off the door, and step away from her.

  “Have fun, and perchance once you’ve looked around, and if it’s okay with your protector here, you and I can have some fun.”

  He smiled at her, showing an even set of teeth, and Jacqui wanted the ground to swallow her whole at the definite male interest she saw in this man’s eyes. In any other circumstances, she would have been flattered. Right here and now, however, and completely out of her depth, the thought of doing anything with this man made her want to find the nearest mouse hole to hide in. Lance looked far too much of anything to her.

  Before she could as much as utter a squeak of protest, the man she assumed to be Lauren’s Master intervened.

  “That will be entirely up to Jacqui, but I already have someone in mind for her, who would suit her perfectly, I believe.”

  Dismissing the other man with a wave of his large, perfectly manicured hand, he held that same appendage out to her, and remembering her manners, she took it. Instead of shaking it, like she had been expecting him to, he lifted it to his mouth and dropped a kiss on the back of it. The action made her breath hitch, and when he straightened back up and studied her, she lost herself in the quiet intensity of his gray-blue eyes. She also instantly felt at ease, when he smiled. Laughter lines crinkled up the corners of his eyes, and made him look years younger than his greying hair and the deep grooves running from his nose to his full mouth suggested him to be. Her befuddled brain couldn’t quite work out how old this man must be. Mid-forties, maybe older, not that it mattered, because he was Lauren’s as confirmed by his next words.

  “Jake Hanston at your service, my dear. I must say my sub’s description of you has not done you justice. Welcome to the Club.” He tightened his hold on her hand when she tried to pull away, and Jacqui threw a worried glance toward Lauren.

  She hadn’t said a word since Jake’s arrival. On her knees, hands clasped behind her back, head down, she seemed engrossed in the study of the floorboards that made up this foyer. Her stillness, not to mention her position on the floor, was so unlike the exuberant Lauren that Jacqui couldn’t help but stare. A slight tug to her hand wrenched her attention back to Jake.

  “I will deal with my sub in a minute. There are some rules and regulations you need to know about, and some paperwork for you to sign at the desk. Mimi will guide you through them.”

  He released her with a smile, and belatedly she noticed the table and chairs located to the side, and the almost naked submissive who was smiling up at her expectantly. Judging by the low chuckle coming from Jake, her astonishment at seeing the other woman’s obvious ease at being practically naked in front of strangers was written all over her face, especially when this Mimi rose and held out her hand.

  “If you’ll give me your coat, I’ll be sure to stow it away in the lockers, together with Lauren’s, if that is all right with you, Master Jake?”

  She looked toward Jake—Master Jake, Jacqui silently amended that in her head—for there was no doubt even in her limited experience that he was anything other. The man simply oozed dominance, never more so than when he walked toward Lauren, and yanking her up to standing by the d-ring in her collar, kissed her.

  A whimper escaped the woman as he fisted his other hand in her hair, and took the kiss deeper. By the time Master Jake finally wrenched his mouth off of her friend’s kiss swollen lips that damn scrap of lace covering Jacqui’s pussy was soaked through with her arousal. That no doubt made her a right pervert, but that kiss had been fucking hot to witness, as was Master Jake’s growled statement.

  “You were late.”

  Lauren visibly flinched as he tightened his hold in her hair, while tipping her head up until her friend had no choice but to look at him, and Jacqui was shocked to see the sheen of tears in Lauren’s eyes.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” She would have missed that whispered reply had she not been paying such close attention, and at the same time, she felt oddly like an intruder. Mimi seemed to have similar thoughts, because she shook her head at Jacqui and waved her over to the desk.

  “Let’s give them some space. You need to fill these in anyway.”

  Reluctantly, Jacqui followed, but not before she noticed the tender expression on Master Jake’s face as he pulled her friend in for a hug.

  “I was worried, pet.”

  Biting her lip and marveling at the sudden stab of jealousy
that assaulted her insides from nowhere, she dragged her gaze away, just in time to see Master Jake help Lauren out of her coat. He handed it to Mimi, without once taking his eyes off his sub, and Lauren resumed her position on the floor in front of her Master. Heat rose in Jacqui’s face when her friend nuzzled into what now was a sizeable erection tenting Master Jake’s trousers, and she turned her back before she saw anymore. Her hearing worked just fine, and neither Lauren nor her Master restrained their vocal responses in what was clearly her friend giving head.

  Mimi just smiled and shrugged, Lauren’s coat now over her arm, as though these were everyday happenings around here, which clearly they were.

  Hello, Jacqui, get a grip. You’re in a sex club.

  Forcing a smile on her lips for a bemused looking Mimi, and trying her best to tune out the noise effects behind her, she, too, shrugged out of her coat, and handed it to Mimi. As self-conscious as she felt in her outfit, she was positively overdressed compared to Mimi. While she wore a long dress, it was so sheer that it was completely see-through, and the other woman was stark naked underneath. When she bent over to stow the coats in the bottom of one of the lockers that took up the entire wall on that side of the foyer, Jacqui got a clear view of Mimi’s shaven pussy, and the twinkling butt plug decorating her asshole. It made her own butt tingle, as Master Jake got noisier in his praising of Lauren’s efforts, not to mention the wet sounds that accompanied his smoky voice. The whole atmosphere meant that her excuse of a thong gave up all pretenses of trying to hold in her arousal, and, gingerly sitting down, Jacqui observed with somewhat grim amusement that she would probably leave a wet spot on the blasted chair.

  When she noticed the antibacterial wipes perched on top Mimi’s desk, she almost gave into the sudden need to erupt into laughter. It was only the certain knowledge that once she started, she probably wouldn’t be able to stop, and no doubt her amusement would turn into hysterics that stopped her from giving into that urge. The wad of paperwork Mimi shoved under her nose also helped.

  “We have all of your medical details, already, so you just need to read through and sign them. These are the rules of conduct. You need to sign here to say that you’re Master Jake’s ward, and any dominant wishing to play, will have to clear it with him first. This is for you to wear on your wrist.” She shoved a white wristband at her, and judging Jacqui’s questioning look at the little pile of other color choices available correctly, she smiled.

  “White means you’re new and under the care of a Dom. Purple means you’re new, but willing to play. Black means you’re owned and only scening with your owner, red means that you’re a pain slut, green that you’re open to be approached willing to try most things, and so on.”

  “Right.” Jacqui’s head was starting to throb with that information overload, and she was also seriously starting to wonder at Master Jake’s stamina. In her admittedly limited experience, men never lasted that long when given a blowjob. Then again, he wasn’t just any man, now was he?

  With a wry grin at her thought processes, she did her best to comply with the myriad of paperwork, and was chewing over the long list of hard and soft limits, when Master Jake finally shouted his completion. She didn’t dare look up, not even when his polished boots appeared back in her vision, and his large hand landed on her shoulder.

  “How are you doing there, little one?” Jacqui instinctively pulled back as he leaned in, and the flash of annoyance that crossed his features made her stomach turn over. She hastily dropped her gaze and resisted the sudden urge to shrug his hand off her shoulder. She got the distinct impression that wouldn’t be the best move right now. Sure enough, his hold on her tightened, as he scanned over her limits.

  “Hmm, you do surprise me. I wouldn’t have expected someone as new as my pet suggested you are to be quite so open to experimentation.”

  Jacqui wasn’t entirely sure what he meant by that, so she chose to keep quiet. Looking over to Lauren proved no help, because she was back on her knees wearing a rather satisfied grin on her face.

  She settled for watching Master Jake’s long index finger run along the list of her limits. Perhaps he was right to be surprised. Her only definite no, never in a million years, and thus underlined were, blood, knife, water play, and humiliation. He smiled when he tapped that one, because she’d underlined it three times just to be sure.

  “I see you’re up for sexual contact, and would particularly like to experience impact play. You do surprise me.”

  Jacqui squirmed on her seat as his full attention settled on her. Right now she knew what a bug felt like under a microscope. The desperate urge to look toward Lauren for reassurance took hold, but she didn’t dare move. Master Jake had her pinned in his stare as effectively as though he’d restrained her, and that thought made her insides clench in need.

  “Why?” he asked after studying her for what felt like ages, but could have been only seconds. Who knew, though? Time seemed to have lost all meaning since she stepped through that door and into what felt like shark infested waters, and she hadn’t even set foot in the main play area yet.

  Lauren had explained the set up on the way over, so Jacqui knew that on the other side of that door, through which the techno beat of heavy music could be heard, was an open area where most folks played. Upstairs were some rooms for those who preferred privacy, as well as a voyeur room, and Lauren fully expected to use it. Apparently Master Jake and she liked to be watched, while under the illusion of privacy.

  “I expect an answer when I ask a question, young lady. You really do not want your first experience of impact play to be a punishment.”

  That slightly amused voice held an edge of steel nonetheless, and she scrambled for an answer.

  “Why not?”

  Lauren and Mimi both gasped, and Jacqui swallowed hard when Master Jake crossed his arms over his chest and sat down on the edge of the table.

  “I give you fair warning, and this is the only one you are going to get: A sub who answers a question with another question … well, my dear, that is the equivalent of a red flag to any Dom. If you’re serious about this, and my pet assured me you were, then I would strongly suggest you are honest in your responses. Otherwise there is no point in continuing this, and I will gladly call you a taxi to make sure you get home safely.”

  “Sir, please—”

  Master Jake held up a hand to stop whatever Lauren was going to say, and if that was possible his gaze intensified even more as he studied Jacqui.

  Unable to hold his stare, she dropped her focus to his collarbone and murmured her response. “I’m sorry, Sir, I don’t mean to be disrespectful, but I don’t know what you want me to say to that.”

  “The truth; that’s all.”

  Jacqui barely suppressed a sigh. As if it was that simple. Clearly Lauren hadn’t told her Master that she had railroaded her into this, and if she told him that, then no doubt her friend would get into trouble. She didn’t want to be responsible for that. On the other hand, if she didn’t give him an answer, and she instinctively knew that he would be able to tell if she was lying, then she would be bundled into a taxi.

  She didn’t want that either, because, now that she was here, she really wanted to experience this for herself. Jacqui was positively burning up with curiosity to see what went on behind that door, and she might never get another chance to do so if she backed out now.

  As it happened, Lauren saved her from making that decision.

  “Sir, please forgive me, but this is my fault.”

  Master Jake’s attention shifted from her to his sub, and Jacqui breathed a little easier.

  “How so, pet? Did you drag your friend here against her will?”

  Jacqui flinched at the icy undertones in those words, and she didn’t dare look up, not even when the door opened, and an all too familiar voice froze her in place.

  “What the fuck?”

  Chapter Three

  Lukas had to be seeing things, and he hadn’t even had a drop of
alcohol yet. He never drank and played, and something told him he would need his wits about him tonight. Newbie night was always fraught when you were one of the monitors for the evening, and that was without the added complication of having been already assigned one of those newbies to baby sit.

  A very familiar newbie, whose eyes widened in seeming shock when he couldn’t help but utter that exclamation the minute he walked through the door.

  Seeing Jake’s subbie already in trouble, if his friend’s closed off expression was anything to go by, came as no real surprise. Lauren was as bratty as they came, something that Jake encouraged, as it gave him ample opportunity to think up inventive punishments that Lauren lapped up. It took a lot to get Jake’s sub out of her head at times, and considering what Jake had planned for her tonight… Lukas smirked and cleared his head.

  One long blink later confirmed what he already knew. The newbie dressed like any Dom’s wet dream and his responsibility for the evening was none other than his Miss Goody Two-shoes neighbor. The damn woman had been on his mind ever since their earlier encounter. Dressed in that hideous onesie, which had made his fingers itch with the need to strip it off her to see what she was hiding underneath, her face bare of any makeup and her hair in delightful disarray, her untutored responses to him had left him with a boner that he’d needed to take care of in the shower.

  One that was making a rapid reappearance seeing her curves barely contained in that sinful corset. Her shoulder length brown hair framed her flushed face, and she looked … rattled, delightfully so. The Dom in him roared, even as the rational side of him doubted what he was seeing.

  “Ah, Lukas, just the man. This is the new sub I was talking about. She’s all yours just as soon as I get to the bottom of this latest scheme my pet seems to have concocted.”

  Lukas opened his mouth to query that, but held his tongue when Jacqui tensed, and Lauren looked guilty. Something was going on here, so crossing his arms over his chest, he leaned against the wall to observe.