When I met Sir Damian Floyd, I was at a club about to be trampled. That day, I had just received the good news that I was chosen to be a reclusive billionaire’s assistant and I was excited. It had been months of sending my resumes to different companies and while the exercise was entertaining the first few times, I had grown tired of licking envelopes and not hearing back.
That was why I dressed up and took my friends on their offer to celebrate the good news. Just a simple outing they’d chorused because I had work the next day. So I assumed we were going to our favourite spot. A cute place close to a fast food joint that helped with the cravings. Maybe that was the reason I dressed even better cause I thought we would see the bartender that called me cute. I fancied him and that was the only reason I kept going back to that club. It definitely wasn't for the shitty overpriced alcohol or the horrible music. But instead of Mikalya taking the left turn at the curb, she instead continued downwards till we landed at the club.
Initially, I wouldn't have minded the new destination but when I took notice of the name, saw the outfits of those standing outside, I saw red. The girls had brought me to a BDSM club.
‘‘Oh no…Girls! No! No!! No!!! I’ve told you guys over and over again, I’m not returning to this lifestyle. Three months ago, I said goodbye and hung my collar. That was it, please let’s just go back to our regular club, have some drinks and then we’ll go home.’’
But no one wanted to listen to me, instead of acting like mature adults, they took to grumbling and stomping their feet. Even Mikayla, my best friend, went on to squeeze her face, pouted and batted her eyelashes at me. I didn’t even last three seconds before caving but it wasn’t because of the combination. It was deadly but never did work on me. My hands were cold and my outfit was only covering about an inch of my body, I needed warmth and the club was my only source of it.
“Excuse me, hey…Jonah. You remember us?” With a few expertly placed words, Mikalya had us walking into the club despite the protesting people outside.
The moment the door closed behind me, I regretted my decision. It was overpowering, the scent of pleasure and dominance, the sounds and above all how sensual everything felt. It wrapped around my body like a protective cloak, reminding me what I’d left behind.
Immediately, I made my way to the person closest to the door and demanded the bracelet. Mikalya, Tasha and Jay-Jay selected the red ones but I chose green. I wasn’t ready to be sucked in and despite how much my body and soul ached to get there, join those girls on the stage, I knew I couldn’t. It had been difficult getting out of this lifestyle, I couldn’t allow myself to be sucked back in.
Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice until my girls had disappeared through the crowds and by the time I found them, each already had a dom on their hands and flashed me their pearly whites. Before the doms could have my neck for looking without a command, I flew to the bar.
“Easy there tiger. What’s got your panties up in a bunch? Oh, you’re a greenie? This must seem crazy to you,” the bartender said. And it would have been, had I not lived for this once upon a time. Everywhere I looked, there was a girl doing what I was just three months ago. Most of them were kneeling on the floors, smiles on their faces as their doms ignored them in favour of chatting. Yet despite all this, they were happy. I was happy too. A long time ago, I ached to be here, this was my home until it wasn’t.
“And what’s that I see in your eyes?” I shook my head, pointing at the vodka and letting him do his job. This went on for about ten, maybe fifteen minutes and when it was to eleven, I dumped the cup on the table and threw a couple of bills.
He wove me goodbye and I tried making my way through the sea of bodies. A few tried groping me through the dark, more than one dom tried touching me but once they saw the neon green wristband, they dispersed into the crowd.
I was almost at the door, I could taste the sweet victory and then I bumped into someone. The club that was previously deafening suddenly grew quiet. I knew what that meant. It was easy, tilting my head low, hands clasped behind me as I stayed in that position, awaiting a command. His fingers brushed my ear, before gliding under my chin and forcing me to look up, towards a god.
This man, whoever he was, had been sculpted. No, that wasn’t the right word, he’d been moulded from the finest of jewels. With his heterochromatic eyes, I found it difficult to look away, a blinding blue that rivalled the clearest of skies and such rich green stared into my soul. Nothing else mattered at that point. In fact, I couldn’t feel the strain in my legs as I struggled to keep myself grounded to the fall and not my knees.
He turned my face around, then looked at my wrist before dropping me to the ground. It was like I’d poured hot water on him and then he disappeared. To think such a large man would vanish just like that but that happened. “Are you alright?” Various people asked but no one touched me. I waited there for a few minutes, for what I didn’t know until Mikalya appeared before me.
“Gosh, darling! You should have told me you were leaving. We could have prevented this.” She pulled me off the ground, dusting my clothes and dragging me to a couch.
“Who was that?”
“You wouldn’t know him. He came to the scene a week after you left. No one knows his name, everyone calls him Master. And he’s fucking insane darling. You were right to quit when you did. If he saw you on stage doing what you could do, he’d have pounded you till you saw the fracking supernova.”
I smiled and nodded my head. Once Mikalya was sure I wasn’t in need of medical attention and her dom came to get her, I was left on my own. “Excuse me, I’d like to get a new bracelet. This time, I’d like the colour red, please.” He smiled at me before handing it over. He took hold of my hand, “if you know what’s good for you, you’d run away. That man isn’t just a wolf, he’s the king.”
The man probably thought that those words would send me packing, and if this was another time, they would have. But I knew what I felt at that moment. I could still feel his touch, my arm was tingling because of it. Licking my lips, I blended with the crowd and made my way to the crew at the back. As I spoke to them, I knew it wouldn't be as easy as I wanted to get on stage. Still, I was willing to beg and when they weren’t yielding, I switched gears and dropped my name. Everything changed immediately.
With the song selected and the owner on stage, I shed my restricting clothes and took my place backstage. To think I was willing to throw three months of freedom just because that man looked me in the eyes and the single touch made me cream my panties. Mama in Heaven, please don’t be ashamed.
“Ladies and gentlemen, subs and doms, it is my pleasure to bring to you tonight the greatest entertainment ever. Fresh from her leave, I give you Aphrodite.” I knew that Mikalya heard my name, could feel her gaze even through the curtains but I wasn't going to run. Maybe I was making the biggest mistake of my life, but that didn't matter. Sure, I was going to regret this come tomorrow, but when I felt that man’s touch, gazing into his eyes, it was mesmerizing. There was no time to waste, it was showtime.
It was exhilarating, the way their eyes turned to me, captivated by the slow twirl of my hips as I got used to the stage. Something in my head asked me why I had quit, but I didn’t have the answer. What could have possessed me, when it felt so easy to slip into my persona drunk on the stares I got? It was slow as I got used to the feel of the pole in my fingers but the moment she began singing, everything faded.
My body became overwhelmed as it remembered the moves to make that kept everyone screaming and tossing wads of cash. Every roll, split and twirls brought sweat but none of that mattered, this was what I lived for. But the person whose eyes I wanted solely on me, he wasn’t focused on me, he was on his phone. And that wasn’t right, so I left the pole taking each step till I dropped on his lap.
The previously excited crowd quieted down as they watched me drape my body on the man I knew as Master. The lights flashing red and blue, blinding me, couldn't stop me from moving around. I draped my body, running my hands down his chest feeling around till I saw the reward of my handiwork. His body wanted mine but he was still resisting.
I needed to do something extra, this wasn’t the kind of man who wanted a chase. no, he wanted his rabbit to chase him, present herself otherwise the Master wouldn’t bite. So with the song coming to an end, I positioned myself by his knees dropping to mine.
People gasped as they watched me tear the green bracelet, keeping my eyes locked with his till I bowed my head. And the song ended but I was sure my dance with this man had just begun. The crowd was quiet, creating this undeniable tension between us and when I thought he’d leave me to be embarrassed, the Master … grabbed a hold of my neck and ‘‘what's the safeword, little girl?’’
“Wolf.” And that was it.
