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“Yeah, I’m saving up for a membership there. I’ve heard they have more performance areas.” Despite being the bestie of one of the partners, I didn’t get in for free. When a few more paychecks crossed my desk, I would be applying for membership.
“Oh, is that your thing?”
“Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I love a man taking charge and a good spanking like the next sub but being watched”—I couldn’t stop the shiver that went down my spine—“yeah, that just does it for me.”
The thrill of having eyes on me as I was teased and tortured for a Dom’s pleasure was hard to explain. Having someone strong enough to bring me to heel with nothing but his voice as he watched me was the ultimate fantasy. Maybe it came from my earlier years of feeling invisible when I was a military brat, following my dad around from one new location to the next. I craved being the center of attention but not in a negative way. I wanted people to want to watch me. I needed them to not be able to take their gaze away and to gain pleasure from whatever I was doing.
“Didn’t Mari show you this when you toured the club?” Dottie said, tilting her head back to look up.
Following her gaze, I saw the object of discussion. “She did, but honestly that entire first time is a bit of a blur. I was too busy checking out the Doms,” I admitted.
“And yet, I don’t believe you’ve had the pleasure of being caged, at least not in a raised one, unless I’ve missed the show?”
The glee in Dottie’s eyes made me nervous but I shook my head.
“Oh, this will be fun.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me over to one of the Dungeon Monitors. He was an attractive man somewhere in his early thirties with dark hair and green eyes that flashed with amusement in the dim light of the club.
“How can I help you, ladies?”
“Evening, Master Ethan. My friend Rose would like to spend some time in the birdcage. Would that be okay?”
How Dottie made her voice both innocent and mischievous was impressive.
“Is that what you want?” Master Ethan’s voice was smooth like the best whiskey.
“I’m not sure. But I trust Dottie.” I also trusted Mari and despite checking out the Doms on my tour, I definitely remembered her speaking about the cages weeks ago.
The DM shook his head and smiled. Like Dottie, he tilted his head back to look up toward the ceiling near the edge of the dance floor. Hidden in the shadows, suspended from the ceiling, was a metal cage with a glass floor. “There are lights we turn on to spotlight it when it’s occupied. From what I’ve been told, it’s very stable and you can hear the music well. There is a button to push when you are ready to come out.”
My nipples tightened at the thought of being displayed like that. I could lose myself in the music without worry but still feel everyone’s gaze. Maybe I wouldn’t need a scene with a partner after all.
Chapter Seven
Heimdall
Two weeks of blue balls was really more than any man should have to endure. Normally, I would go to Valhalla and work out the issue with a willing sub, but unfortunately, it was my turn to do a check-in at Midgard. Colin, Lincoln, and I rotated when we were all in town and since the arrival of Ms. Dodds, I’d been avoiding my responsibility. The guys were both busy, doing a scene at Valhalla they’d had booked for some time so I gave in.
The idea of maybe playing once I was done was a possibility, but I wouldn’t risk playing with an inexperienced sub with my dark mood riding my temper, and in my experience, there were a lot of wannabes at Midgard. It made sense as it was a level-one entry, meaning, they were vetted, but many beginners sought membership after a few visits so there was a real mish-mash of levels of experience at the club.
My mood could be traced back to a single woman. Rose. Since hiring the woman, I hadn’t been able to get her out of my thoughts. You’d think out of sight out of mind but that old saying wasn’t working for me. Two weeks away and everything would remind me of the temptation she represented. Even taking things into my own hand when I got back to the hotel each night when I was away, hadn’t stopped thoughts of her from waking me while I slept.
Dreams of Rose slowly stripping out of her sexy yet somehow still professional outfits until all that’s left covering her luscious body was a lace bra and a matching thong had filled my nights. I would picture her running her hands down her sides and sliding one hand into the top of her tiny thong.
It wouldn’t take much more of the fantasy to have me waking hard and wanting nothing more than to find out how tight and wet she was. I’d picture her cat-green eyes and the tempting knowing look she had every time we talked. I couldn’t help but imagine what she was doing at that same moment alone in her apartment. Did she have toys she played with or did she use her fingers to thrust inside her body?
Fuck. I had to stop. Thoughts like that wouldn’t get me anywhere except for dealing with another painful hard-on constrained in my cargos. When I’d seen her earlier talking and giggling with Yula like they were a couple of schoolgirls, I’d had to practically run back to my office to resist the urge of ordering her to bend over so I could admire her luscious ass. I’d snuck out of the back exit like a coward to reach my car rather than face one more minute of temptation.
How was a man supposed to focus when that visual feast was working right down the hall? She’d been wearing a tight leather pencil skirt, fuck-me heels and a sheer blouse that made the lace of her bra obvious through the material. Keeping my eyes off her pert tits and pebbled nipples had been next to impossible.
Remembering why she was off limits was getting harder every day. The reports on her said she was amazing at her job. I couldn’t fuck that up. Really, I shouldn’t fuck that up. But I wasn’t sure I would be able to stop myself from making a move if she kept baiting me.
When I arrived at Midgard, the place was already busy. As usual, I headed to the bar for a drink and to get an update from the staff. A moment after I leaned against the wood counter, Astrid placed my Lagavulin with ice in front of me. A ghost of a smile tipped up Astrid’s lips, which was about as big as her smiles got.
“Good evening, Master Heimdall. I haven’t seen you for quite a while.” The pale woman was originally from Norway like Erik and was worshiped by many of the subs here at Midgard. Not that she played at the club, but she didn’t need a formal scene to make someone feel like they were under her heel. Both men and women who craved humiliation would give much for even a moment of her time.
“I’ve been out of town. If you need a minute to finish up, I can wait to catch up. I see you have your usual sea of admirers.” I indicated the line of people at her end of the bar.