***ZANE’S POV***
“Madam Nikki. Have a sit please,” she says her hand pointing to the chair on the other side of her desk.
Eyeing the boy she was punishing one last time, I take the sit and look at her.
“Zane Vincenzo,” I introduce myself, clasping the offered hand before me.
“Why do I have the pleasure of welcoming a Vincenzo in my office this evening,” she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face.
“I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don’t care what the benefits are, that doesn’t interest me,” I tell her plainly.
Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me.
“Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family’s record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out.
Bringing me the legal documents, I sign them out. And one of the benefits of being premium is that you have accessibility to the most private rooms where you could experiment with whatever the fuck you want.
My clubs aren’t essentially about this, but uhh, I love trying out new things for my wife.
If she says she wants a Dom, then, I might buy the entire building and fuck her in every room of the place until her cum is dripping from those articles.
“Nice having you, Mr. Vincenzo. I can have someone introduce you around if you don’t mind,” Nikki says and I nod.
She dials a number and speaks into the phone, a few minutes pass by before a knock comes on the door and then, an old familiar face pops into the room.
I know who he is before he introduces himself.
“Dom Jack,” the man says pushing his hands out.
“Dom Vincenzo,” I mutter, a bitter edge on the end of my voice.
Closing his eyes on me, he grabs my hands and salutes it. I squeeze my power into his hand before releasing it.
“This way, if you don’t mind, Dom Vincenzo,” he repeats.
I know he might have recognized the name, thus, why he cowers before me even when he leads the way out.
We check out the places, I befriend the place real quick and as I turn around to tell him a warm thank you, he nods his head, walking towards an open booth where a group of ladies are sitting, busy romancing whoever the fuck they want to.
“Julia, get your fine ass here, honey,” Jack says sternly and when the girl shows up, it is a tall dark haired lady.
She is stark naked. Most of the ladies here aren’t putting on any clothes, and those who have them on are just flipping materials barely covering their asses or breasts, thus, they are as good as the rest of the ladies.
“Yes, Sir,” Julia replies as she saunters across the room to us.
Smiling sweetly at her, Dom Jack grasps her neck and squeezes it enough to make the woman slap his hands severally before he finally snaps out of whatever trance he is in and focuses his attention back on her.
“This is Dom Vincenzo. He is one of us now, why don’t we give him a welcome party, huh?” he asks winking at her.
I see light passing across the young lady’s eyes before she nods her head, the brightest smile I have ever seen plastered across her natural face.
I don’t know if it is forced or not, but it suits her perfectly.
“Yes, Sir,” she says and looks at me, licking her lips.
If I were her, I wouldn’t be doing that to me because I am taken and belong to only one man.
“On your hands and knees, sub. Bark and wag your tail for him to see,” Jack utters.
As the good girl that she is, Julia becomes a puppy and starts barking her lungs out. It isn’t original, but she is cute doing so. I admire the fact that she could be normal and then this.
“Good pet. Dom Dominic, do you remember when Julia made a mess last week? What about we punish her for her sins, huh? Luca, what do you say?” he asks and that is when I see two men come in from my line of vision.
These are the other men my wife was talking to. I feel rage travel through me and I know what I need to do. Watch and bait my time.
“Do you love to watch, Mr. Vincenzo? Or should I ask my two pets to service you,” Dom Jack says, his eyes glinting.
“I will content myself on watching for now,” I mutter, smiling politely when he wrinkles his brows.
Whatever the bastard wants to say dies in his throat as he nods.
In front of me, I know Julia is going to take the blow for my pleasure and I wonder what these men are going to do to her.
What I don’t fucking expect is Jack grabbing Julia by the head and shoving her to the table.
Using BDSM punishment ropes, he fastens her up, and then, she starts crying, begging for mercy.
Julia is suspended in the air, her breathing ragged as her eyes widen.
“What is your safeword?” I demand glaring at her.
She looks startled at the men in front of her, and then at me.
Fuck! She doesn’t have one.
What the fuck is wrong with this club? They don’t fucking have safewords for their workers? How do they know when it is enough and their body can’t take any more punishments?
“You would need one, honey, so, pick it,” I tell her.
She steals a quick glance at the man beside her and Jack is tearing daggers at her.
“Purple,” she stutters.
Nodding, I confirm it. “At the mention of Purple, the whole show ends,” I order.
“Dom Vincenzo, that is not how this works here,” Luca explains.
“The show is for me, so, I give the rules. Now, go on with your little show, please,” I reply politely, blocking him off.