“And should you speak to Ben or Justin, you’ll refer to them as Master Snowden and Master Parker.”
“Okay.”
“However, you do not speak to them unless spoken to.”
I sighed. It sounded so complicated.
Looking out the window, I noticed we’d returned to downtown; however, we weren’t going to the building the firm was located in. We went deeper in, to a section I probably wouldn’t have gone to by myself.
“Sir, what’s the name of the club?”
“Dichotomy,” he answered easily. “It’s owned by a friend of mine. He opened one up in Texas not too long ago, and due to the overwhelming response, he decided to open one here.”
Never heard of it. “Do you go there often?”
“I do.”
“Do you scene with a lot of submissives there?”
“I have.”
I looked at him again, a feeling of dread filling my belly. “Will you be…spending time with any of them tonight?”
His eyes narrowed and I realized instantly that I had offended him.
“When I’m with you, I’m only with you, Luciana.”
The fact that he used my full name confirmed that I’d struck a nerve.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean…” I sighed and decided to tell him the truth. “I just know that if I saw you with another submissive, I’d be jealous.”
“Thank you for being honest with me, pet. However, don’t disrespect me again by assuming the worst.”
Feeling appropriately chastised, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
We pulled into an underground garage. Sir found a spot and parked, then ordered me to stay in the truck. He came around to my side and opened the door.
He stopped me before we started toward the street.
“We’re here to have fun tonight.” He placed his thumb under my chin and forced my head back. “I fully intend to enjoy you while we’re here. I need you to trust me to know what your limits are.” He cocked an eyebrow. “And yes, I’ve seen your limits list. Langston shared it with us. So, you have to trust me.”
“I do trust you, Sir,” I whispered. It was true. I did trust him. Completely.
He gently kissed my lips.
“What’s your safeword, pet?”
“Red.”
He nodded. “This club has rules that must be followed. It’s imperative that you don’t break them. And red also happens to be the club safeword as well, so should you use it, a monitor will come over. You want that anytime you’re playing. It’s for your safety.”
I nodded.
“Should you break a rule and another Dom witnesses it and I don’t, you will be punished. By that Dom.”
I frowned. I didn’t like that idea at all.
Sir grinned. “So don’t break the rules, okay?”
“Easier said than done, Sir.”
He laughed. “I like you, pet. A lot.”
His admission made my heart swell.
“Come on. Let’s go enjoy ourselves.”
Sir linked our fingers together and led me out of the parking garage and onto the sidewalk. We stopped in front of a red door. There were no signs directing people to the club and I assumed that had been done on purpose.
“Members only,” Sir said, answering my silent question.
We stepped inside a small room that held nothing more than a desk and a scantily clad woman. “Welcome back, Master Moore,” the woman greeted.
“Jessica,” Sir acknowledged. “I’d like to introduce you to my submissive, Luci.”
I smiled. “Nice to meet you, Jessica.”
“You, too,” she said sweetly, then glanced up at Sir. “You’ll just need to sign her in for tonight. If you’d like to borrow a protection collar, we have some.”
“It won’t be necessary,” Sir said. “Have you seen my brother tonight?”
“No, Master Moore.”
“Is Master Ramsey here?”
“He is.”
Sir nodded, then scribbled some information on the sheet of paper before he handed over what appeared to be a membership card. Jessica perused it, then slid it through a scanner on the desk. She handed it back with a smile. “Have a good evening, Master Moore.”
Sir placed his hand on the back of my neck and guided me into another room. There was a giant man standing there, waiting for us.
“Master Moore, it’s good to see you again,” the man said.
Sir nodded, then waited while the man waved a wand over him from head to toe.
“Any cell phones or cameras?”
“Of course not,” Sir told him, sounding displeased that he’d been asked.
“Just have to ask,” the man said, looking slightly sheepish.
“Understood.”
“Do I have your permission to check your submissive, Sir?”
“You do.”
The man then took the wand and ran it over me from head to toe. It was very clinical, but felt strange considering the setting. I definitely liked the idea of not allowing cameras or cell phones into a place like this. The thought of having videos or pictures of me out there on the web was terrifying. I seriously doubted my mother would understand if she happened to stumble across a picture of me naked, being whipped with a flogger.
“You’re both good to go, Sir.”
Once again, Sir placed his hand on the back of my neck, this time beneath my hair. It was warm and comforting, a subtle reminder that I was here with him.
