***LONDON’S POV***
I grab my purse and turn around when the door bangs open and seeing Zane, my eyes widen.
“Where the hell are you going to?” Zane asks.
I frown because we have somewhere to be right now.
“What a silly question is that? At the fundraiser of course,” I blurt out trying to sidestep him but he just stays there like a brick wall, blocking my escape.
“Zane?” I say softly.
“You ain’t going anywhere. Take off your clothes,” he orders.
I gasp and an unhealthy smell of alcohol hits my nostrils.
“You are drunk, you should get some sleep, I will fetch you some water,” I mutter trying again to walk past him.
“And I said you should take off your clothes. You want to be a good sub and do that for me, honey?” he questions and I stay there gaping at him.
I don’t think I want to obey Zane, but he seems relentless. Thus, I obey.
Butt naked, I stand before Zane and he whistles.
“Did you drive home? I thought you were only going to have a drink downstairs?” I ask trying to argue hard.
Zane just takes off his clothes and wrapping his arms around my stomach, he carries me to the bed.
“Sleep, when we wake up, we will discuss. You will make matters worse if you stray away from this bed while I am asleep, London,” he mutters fiercely and I nod in understanding.
“Use your words to mean you’ve understood, darling,” he states.
“Yes, Daddy,” I let out.
I know using ‘Sir’ to call Zane was vulgar and out of the things we do when we are in the bedroom, but fuck it, I just wanted to try out something with Zane.
Italian men make good Doms and the men I’ve met on the BDSM website so far are willing to have me at their club while I learn more about the topic.
I love the part where Zane punishes me and also pleasures me, but what my body needs is a reminder that I could be open to trying other kinks in the frame.
This is crazy, but damn the fact that I don’t want to try this.
I don’t force my way out of Zane’s arms when I hear him start snoring, instead, I relax and soon enough, I sleep for a while before I hear my phone vibrate and I go for it.
It’s the group chat where the men from the club invited me to join.
They say the most nasty things to me, and I think I am eager to try two new kinks.
Voyeurism and Exhibitionism.
I would want to watch other ladies get fucked and want to do the same too. But damn it, I want Zane to be the want to take me while other men get so jealous of the way I scream loud.
I start a stream of messaging with the Doms, watching them send a few videos of subs being manhandled and I get so hot.
I wouldn’t lie, but I wish it were me.
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***ZANE’S POV***
My head hurts, but what gets my full attention when I wake up is the constant pinging sound of London’s cell, indicating that she is chatting.
Rolling down from the bed, I go to the bathroom and wash my face. Stretching my arms, I test the water and then, slip into it. It cools me down and finally, I close my eyes, washing the last drops of alcohol from my system.
“Who are you chatting with, little girl?” I ask softly wiping my body, before coming up in bed.
“No one in particular,” she says plainly.
Pushing my hand out, I hold it for her to put the phone in it.
London obeys and I scroll through her chats. Then, came the message and I looked at her, and my eyes went up to her.
“Where the fuck is this club?” I ask frowning.
“At the Eastern part of the state,” she replies holding her breath.
I remove her from the group and stand. Dressing quickly, I make my way to the door.
“Where are you going to?” she asks fumbling with a gown to wear.
“Stay at home, I will be back, little girl. And you will be a good girl and do that for me, wouldn’t you?” I ask.
London avoids my gaze and I see only a small nod of her head before I start walking away.
“I am going to be here when you get back, Daddy, but please, don’t start trouble with those Doms,” she mutters.
“You should know better than to talk to other Doms while yours is sleeping beside you, London. I will be back soon and we will trash this out,” I say assertively.
I feel this pull trying to consume me, I think I am losing it, yet, I want to believe I have a hold on the whole situation.
It might be wrong or right, get, I close the door and walk downstairs.
It was around 1:30 a. m. In the morning, but I don’t care, I have to make sure I get to the club now.
Riding my car to RAEGER’s Dom Club, I look for a parking lot and stop the engine.
I make it to the door and security stops me.
“A visitor or a Dom?” the security asks me.
“I want to register as a Dom. May I know the benefits?” I demand.
I am being given a weird look but then, a full smile grows on the man’s face.
“Of course, this way, please. But there are criteria to meet to be able to be one of the numerous Doms we have here. If you would follow me, Madam’s office is this way,” he says leading the way down a corridor and into a door with thick frames.
When he knocks, it takes a minute before a reply comes from the other side of the room.
He opens the door and I walk into the office. A boy is tied in the air and a woman is straining her wrists.
Good God.