Page 97 of Beyond the Rules
The concierge handed me the two-inch black leather collar and a silver link leash. I gestured for Nina to turn around. She looked from me, to Aiden and Tanner, before she turned around and lifted her short blond mane offherneck.
Thrill shot through my spine and hardened my cock. I adjusted the collar around her throat and buckled it at the back. If someone would’ve told me only weeks ago that Nina would be allowing me to collar her, I would’ve laughed to their faces. And yet the hacker chick who’d crash landed our lives was turning out to be much more than the sub of my fantasies. She was the woman of mydreams.
No pressure, Zar. None what-so-fucking-ever.
The leather collar hugged her throat nicely. So did the little black mini dress she wore, a short, sleeveless number that fit her body like a latex glove. I’d selected it for the occasion. She wore nothing beneath thedress.
“Follow me.” I clicked the leash on the collar ring and tugged on itgently.
Nina’s mouth formed into a sexy, seductive O. She was shocked. She hadn’t expected to be led around like a pet. She was wrong. Tonight was about introducing her to the full Dom/sub experience, to the public part of it. Tonight was also a test, for her,me,us.
I stepped ahead and led her by the leash. When I glanced back, she balanced each step on a pair of red-soled patent stilettos that enhanced the length of her legs and showed off her body. She looked kickass gorgeous. Every person we passed stopped to stare. Tanner and Aiden brought up the rear as if they were her bodyguards. I could tell they were packing erections by the bulk in their pants. I couldn’t suppress a surge of optimism. There were lots of ways in which this could go south on us, but if it worked out, it was gonna be atreat.
Another set of doors opened before us. The sounds of music and laughter welcomed us to the club’s main lounge, decorated with dark red tones, Victorian furnishings, and rich satin-and-velvet wallpaper. The lounge was a luxurious interpretation of two old classics, a high-end Victorian brothel and a Western saloon, down to the original, intricately carved 19thcentury bar that flanked the room. I checked on Aiden. He wore his neutral operator’s face. His senses were ramped up, but he seemed to be coping. My glance shifted to Tanner. He braced on his crutches and inclined his head. So far, we wereago.
A flat-chested sub dressed in a red feather corset led us across the room. Her generous ass jiggled at either side of her thong with every step she took. The ambient light was low and diffused. The scents of perfume, sweat and sex filled my lungs with the exciting, intoxicating smells of lust and depravity. A crowd gathered in the lounge, some lingering by the bar, others around the grand stone fireplace or settled on the couches and booths that surrounded thestage.
I examined Nina over my shoulder. Her teeth dug in her lip when she spotted the male sub on all fours on the billiard table, where a Dominatrix was fucking him in the ass with a dildo. His cries added edge and dimension to the jazz quartet playing in the lounge. Before my very eyes, Nina’s cheeks burned. Exhilaration shot through my veins and roared in my ears. The power of being Nina’s Dom thrilled me to the core. I got to introduce her to kink. I got to bring her into myworld.
Our feather clad guide led us to my usual table, a posh leather booth that sat to one side of the stage. Nina sat on the curved, high-back sofa between me and Aiden, drinking in the atmosphere with nervous glances. Tanner flanked Aiden on the other side, our usual formation when Aiden agreed to leave thehouse.
Nina reached out and squeezed Aiden’s hand. “Yougood?”
Aiden gave her acurtnod.
Okay, we were stillinplay.
Tanner and Aiden’s gaze shifted between Nina and everything else going on, which was a lot. None of us could escape the sensory overload. I ordered Nina the single alcoholic drink she was gonna have tonight, then the guys and I ordered some scotch. Nina’s gaze wandered over the oil paintings that hung on the walls, a renowned collection of erotic BDSMpaintings.
Her gaze lingered over one of my favorites,Waiting for Dom. It showed a woman’s naked body bound and cuffed to a bed with her pussy front and center, her labia clamped to reveal her intimate details. I reached down and, after drawing Nina closer, cupped her pussy and slid my fingers along her wetfolds.
“I see you like the painting.” I slipped a knuckle in her. “Maybe I’ll buy it and hang it aboveyourbed.”
Her eyelids shuttered behind the mask and her body shivered in my arms. Her slippery channel replied with an internal clench. I withdrew my finger and left her to deal with her body’s strong reaction. But I was pleased, so far. Verypleased.
When our drinks arrived, Aiden took the glass and fed Nina her wine. She looked up at him gratefully and I knew by the way he shifted in his seat that his body was reacting to her subservience. Good. If his focus was on Nina, he’d be fine and we’d be okay. I knew exactly how he felt. A Dom’s power over one’s sub was a seductive, addictiveforce.
A leather clad sub crawled over to our booth, kissed my feet and moved down the line to kiss Aiden’s boots, working her wayaroundNina.
Nina turned to me and asked, “What’s shedoing?”
I smiled and petted her hair, obstinately straight between my fingers. “She’s being a good sub, of course. Watchcarefully.”
The sub kissed Tanner’s shoes, rubbed her face against his pants and sat on the floor, licking her deeply rouged lips. She braced on her hands, leaned back and, widening the span between her knees, displayed her shinypussy.
“Please?” she begged, playing with herself, eyes lingering on Tanner’s face. “I need to be used.Please?”
Nina’s face flushed. Her hands fisted on her lap. “She’s got no dignity,” she mutteredfuriously.
Ordinarily, I didn’t care for jealousy in any of its incarnations, especially not in my subs; but in this case, Nina was the jealous party and that meant she cared. I bit my bottom lip and kept my smile from showing, but I had to admit, her strong reaction added to my thrill andhopes.
“Newsflash.” I blew in her ear to get her attention. “A good sub has no dignity before her Dom. See how she’s showing herself fully? She’s good.Verygood.”
“And how many of these subs have you made love to in this club?” Nina ground out in a scathing tone, completely forgettingherrole.
“I haven’t made love to any sub here.” I fixed my stare on her face. “I’ve used many of them, yes. I’ve fucked most of them, hard. But I’ve only made love to one sub in mylife.You.”
Her jaw dropped. She was so easy to shock. She was still discovering the depth of our relationship. Not me. I was done wrestling with my conscience. She was mine and I’d come to terms with my heart’s total enslavement. Now I just had to get over the part where I shared her body with two others who were also herlovers.