Page 23 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)

Chapter Thirteen

Mal

There were seven private rooms upstairs of various themes.

Room One was a bedroom of black and red coloring with a four-poster bed, chains, and a sex swing.

Room Two was an entire room full of fluffy pillows, stuffed animals, blankets, and anything else soft that a little might desire.

Room Three had a St. Andrews cross, a spanking bench, and a pulley system for shibari rope bondage.

Room Four had a gyno-chair with a doctor theme, complete with a fucking machine.

Room Five was nicknamed the Butt Room for a reason; it had a standalone frame with steel fittings adjustable for PVC bondage pipes, as well as every butt plug, dildo, anal beads, electrical stimulators, and more that one might need for anal fun.

Room Six was set up like a private room at a stripper bar, complete with a wet bar—non-alcoholic drinks only—and a U-shape cushion seating surrounding a dancing pole.

Room Seven was a room of mirrors. It gave total and uninhibited viewing pleasure of anyone bound to the wood frame in the center.

The other spacing upstairs was for the three group rooms, one being more than double the size of one of the private spaces. Parties, orgies, share-fests, and more happened in those rooms.

All were monitored via cameras inside and outside the rooms by the club’s security employees.

There was also a Dungeon Master assigned to the hall, as well as one per group room during a reservation.

There were emergency switches inside each room, as well as an intercom system should security need to issue a warning.

Every room was supplied a first aid kit, water bottles, towels, lube, gloves, sanitation solution, and condoms of all shapes, sizes, and styles.

Other than the little room, I’d been in all of these rooms more times than I could count.

Open parties tended to be literal and anyone could join.

For others, I was invited to private events or they wanted my expertise.

I’d also reserved the private rooms to spend more specific time with a submissive.

I’d even been in Room Six before and had told the women to dance for me.

None of this was new to me, and yet it was.

It brought back that comparison of how simply being near my little owl at the bar felt more sensual than the blowjob I’d just received in the men’s room.

Nothing about this was normal , and fuck if I knew why.

It took Valentino a few minutes to get the upstairs ready, as per the little owl’s specifications. It sounded like she had a specific playlist or maybe a style of songs that she preferred to dance to. While waiting, I sat her back down at the bar to speak with her about her limitations.

“First, I would like a name to call you.”

“Dani,” she answered automatically.

“If that is the name you desire to be called by, then I’ll stick with ‘Little Owl’,” I told her. “Because it’s as fake as those eyes and hair. I don’t mind anonymity. In fact, that mask is beyond sexy, but I won’t call you by a name that isn’t yours.”

She turned her face away from me. “You can call me ‘Little Owl’.”

Fair enough. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t a hard limit for me. Speaking of, “What are your hard limits? Valentino wouldn’t say, but I need to know before we go upstairs.”

She did not cower or look shamed when she shifted on her bar stool to face me.

I liked that. Really, really liked that.

She might submit, but she was no coward.

I’d met a lot of men and women over the years who were meek in their submission.

If that was their true self, then more power to them, but that was not who I desired.

“Bondage. I can’t be restrained.”

The defensiveness in her voice was a shame.

True, the ‘B’ in BDSM stood for Bondage, but that did not mean it was a requirement of the lifestyle.

People tended to think of bondage as a necessity, but there were so many facets to BDSM.

The fact that that defensiveness was there at all told me that she’d been judged for that limit, and perhaps even ridiculed for it.

I did not blink as I told her, “I can respect that. Anything else?”

I saw the surprise on her face before she quickly washed it away. “I do not like being taken from behind.”

Now that was something we were going to need to talk about further because I’d already bent her over a dance pole and fucked her from behind. It was our one and only experience, but she hadn’t safe-worded. There’d been no hint of distress. And I knew for a fact that she’d orgasmed.

But I also knew that orgasms were a biological response and not all orgasms were a reaction to the pleasure the person was mentally feeling.

I reached for her face, holding her steady in my hand so she could not turn away from me. “Did I breach your limits two weeks ago? You will be honest with me or we go no further.”

“I will never lie to you,” she vowed. “I may…not tell you things, but I will not lie.”

“Some would say that’s a lie of omission,” I countered.

“Would you?”

Touché. “There will be things that I demand to know,” I tell her. When she looked uncomfortable, I explained, “But not everything needs to be said tonight. What does need to be said is the answer to my question. Now.”

“I don’t know what happened two weeks ago.

I’ve never…” I was holding her chin so she couldn’t turn away, but her eyes flicked to the side.

“What happened between us two weeks ago has never happened before. I don’t know how to explain it other than that.

No one’s ever done or tried to do what you did. ”

I shook her chin to remind her to look at me. She brought her eyes back to mine. “Then why did you let me do it?”

She licked her lips. “I think it was how you approached me. You just…took control. You didn’t ask.”

I didn’t ask her if she liked that because it wasn’t the answer I required. “And you need that? For me to make the decisions?”

She nodded. “I didn’t realize it until then, but I think so.”

“And being taken from behind?” I inquired with a raised eyebrow.

She looked away again, but it wasn’t out of shame. More like she was thinking before answering, which I appreciated. I did not want half-answers or -truths. “I’m not sure,” she said, eyes back on me. “I’m prepared to move it to a soft limit rather than a hard.”

“Thank you for your honesty.” I lowered my hand from her chin. “If we do have sex tonight, it will be face-to-face.”

She tipped her head to the side. “If?”

I nodded. “Make no mistake, Little Owl. I want you, and I will have you again, but you came here to dance and I am very much looking forward to watching you again.”

Her eyes lit up. “I’ve never danced for anyone but me before.”

“You’re still dancing for you, Little Owl. I just happen to be a captivated eavesdropper tonight.”

That made her smile. “No bondage doesn’t bother you?”

“Should it?” I challenged. I wanted to see why she thought it would.

“That’s why—” She cleared her throat. “That’s why Master Kade stays with me. Some Doms have not respected that limit. Or they think that can ‘cure’ me, like it’s a fear of needles.”

“Those Doms aren’t real Doms then. There’s so much more to submission than bondage, Little Owl.” I leaned closer, putting my nose directly in front of hers. “I can show you a world of pleasure without ever restraining you. I can make you soar higher than the clouds without ever tying your hands.”

Her breath caught. “Tonight?”

The right corner of my mouth twitched. “Rome wasn’t built in a day, Little Owl. True pleasure requires more than a single night.”

Movement to my left drew my attention. Noah, one of the bartenders, was standing behind us. I’d been coming to this club for years and I’d never known Noah to be involved with any of the Doms here. Nor had I known that he was either gay or bi.

To each his own, but it was still a shock to see a six foot-two bodybuilder in nothing but a pink frilly skirt. He also did not look entirely comfortable.

But he still knelt. “Master Valentino says the room is ready for Dani.”

“Thank you, Noah,” I replied for her. “We’ll be right up.”

It seemed just in time too, as others were starting to arrive for the deflowering ceremony. As Noah stood, I saw something silver glint in the overhead lighting of the bar at his crotch. The skirt was so short that it barely covered him as he moved.

I turned away, not wanting to know. What passed between him and Master Kade was their business. I trusted that it was consensual, because Valentino wouldn’t allow otherwise, even if he and Kade were friends.

“From this moment on until we part ways tonight, you’ll refer to me only as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’.

You will ask permission before you do anything.

The only place where you have free reign is on the pole.

Should you require a drink or a break, you will ask permission.

Should you want a different song, you will ask permission.

” I crooked a finger under her chin. “And you will absolutely require permission if you wish to come tonight. Do you understand?”

I loved seeing the way her eyes flared with desire.

She stood up off the bar stool, her high-heeled boots making a light clicking on the floor. She moved, kneeling where Noah had been only a minute ago. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now, before we head upstairs, I believe I owe your ass a spanking for taking a sip of your drink earlier when I told you not to.”