Happy New Year! First chapter of the year! Woo! Everyone got their new year's resolutions?
Chapter Two – The Black Leather Nightclub
After taking a couple shots to loosen up, we got into the Uber and headed to the nightclub. Alice was certainly buzzing, but, I didn't share in her enthusiasm. The shots had helped a tiny bit, but, I was still nervous.
I was deep breathing the entire time. At some point, Alice grabbed my hand.
"It's okay Bella," she said encouragingly, "We'll have fun, I promise. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
She was so wrong. Alice and I were going into this club as Submissives, not dominants. Which meant, if a dominant commanded us to do anything, we'd have to do it. She didn't understand, she thought she knew and had done her research, but, she didn't know.
I just wished I could explain everything to her, but, I was too nervous. I wanted to tell her, but, I felt like an idiot. I knew through that whole five months that I was the one in the wrong. So, it was better not to speak on it.
When we pulled into the parking lot of the nightclub, I started hyperventilating.
"A-Alice I don't know if I can do this…" I whispered as we got out of the car.
She smiled, "It's okay Bella, I promise it'll be okay. After tonight you never have to go with me again, I just want to experience this with my best friend."
"You promise I never have to come back?" I asked.
"Never. Of course, you might find that you like it," she smiled cheekily.
I nodded and looped my arm through hers. I'll be okay. Alice was right here beside me and if I just kept close to the wall and be as quiet as I possibly could, no one would bother me.
There were several people walking into the club, dressed in all sorts of attire. I knew this was some sort of party tonight. I noticed some of the people walking in were wearing collars. I shuddered at the memory of the tight leather than restrained my breathing most of the time. I was finally able to wear other things besides turtlenecks as the marks had finally gone away.
We were met with a burly looking bouncer with black sunglasses. Alice and I dug out our I.D.'s. Then Alice whipped out another card.
He shined his flashlight on it, he nodded and handed it back to her. Then looked to me expectantly.
"She's my guest for tonight." Alice said quickly.
"Hold up your hand." I held my hand up to him while he stamped it with a red stamp.
We walked into the building, well, Alice was practically dragging me through the hallway. The lights were low, the wood was dark hardwood and the walls were red. The lights were somewhat dim.
When we reached the end of the hallway, a waitress dressed in a very skimpy, revealing lingerie handed us each a shot.
"Complimentary," She said with a bright smile.
"W-what is it?" I asked cautiously.
"It's a drink that'll loosen you up and give you an extra little boast when you play." She winked.
Alice quickly sucked down hers then urged me to drink mine. I sighed before shooting it quickly. It left a strange tickle in my throat then almost immediately warmed my lower stomach and was making me tingle 'down there'.
We handed the glasses back to the waitress then walked into the club. The first thing my eyes zoned in on was a tied-up man being whipped by a woman dressed in a leather suit. It made me shudder; it reminded me of being tied and whipped by the bullwhip.
I forced my head to look away, I found a bar and quickly walked to it. I sat in the barstool that was the farthest away from everyone. I looked to find Alice, but, she was consumed with the show. I didn't bother to look at what she was mesmerized by.
"What's your drink?" The bartender asked.
"Um… I-I'm okay." I didn't want to drink anymore. If I got too tipsy then I might be persuaded to do something I don't want too.
Instead I kept my head down, staring at my pale hands. It was hard to tune out the whipping and moaning noises from all around me. I felt like I was having a flashback.
"I'll have a whiskey, and this beautiful girl will have a… hmm, I'm going to guess a red wine?" A voice beside me said, making me jump.
A tall man was standing beside me, smiling a dazzling smile at me. His green eyes were locked in on my brown ones. I blushed and looked down.
"I-I don't n-need a drink… b-but thank you sir." I said, my eyes still cast downward.
He chuckled and lifted my chin, so I could look back up into his beautiful green eyes.
"Nonsense, let me buy you a drink," he said, pulling a barstool up to sit by me, "It would be my honor if you'd accept a drink from me."
"O-okay," I said quickly, afraid to tell him no or to please go away. The bartender quickly returned with the drinks. I took mine without hesitated; I didn't know what would happen if I didn't accept it.
"Now, what is a beautiful woman like yourself sitting in the corner alone?" He asked as he took a sip of his whiskey.
"I-I just came with my friend." I said, cautiously drinking the wine.
"Ah, the supportive friend," He said, "Well, you must be a very good friend because I don't know too many who will come with their friend to a Dom/Sub party just as a friend. You must have an interest in the kink?" He said.
I blushed, starting to feel the affects of the alcohol, "I-I did…"
He chuckled, "Good, I'm glad you have an interest. Are you experienced?"
"I have a l-little experience."
His smile widened, "That's great. I've been a Dom for… hmm, I'm gonna say about six and a half years. I started when I was twenty-three."
I gulped, he was a Dom… I knew I had to listen to him and flatter him as I was taught once before.
"Y-You must be a very experienced and great Dom…" I said, my voice automatically turning sultry. I knew this was what wanted, otherwise he wouldn't have talked to me or bought me a drink.
His chest seemed to puff up, "Well, I haven't heard any complaints so far," he ran his hand through his hair, "Are you a Dom or a Sub?"
"I-I'm a S-sub…" I said nervously.
He flashed his pearly white teeth, "I thought so, you seem like a very good Sub, well experienced."
"T-thank you." I felt strange accepting the compliment, but I knew better than to dismiss his compliments. Doms were rare with their compliments.
"What's your name?" He asked.
"B-Bella." I said, looking down at my glass of wine.
"So, Bella," he cleared his throat, "This might seem a little… forward, but would you like to visit my private room? Have a little fun? Away from all this, get to know each other a little better?" He asked.
I gulped; I desperately wanted to say no, but, I knew better than to tell a Dom no. I'd surely be punished. And in front of all these people, the humiliation would be too much. It would also be in front of Alice, she'd for sure be so disappointed that I stupidly refused a Dom's needs and would kick me out of her home. She'd be embarrassed.
"T-That sounds… f-fun." I said quietly.
He smiled and grabbed my hand, helping me off the barstool, "Come on beautiful."
I followed him out of the club room. Alice caught sight of me and sent me a thumbs up. The blond man beside her smiled at me then leaned back down to her ear.
We walked up some stairs, passing several doors that were marked 'Private.' We walked to the last door, which was marked with someone's name. 'Edward Cullen.' I stopped at little at the sight of that.
He noticed my hesitation, "This is my personal room. I own the club, so I frequent it a lot. I needed my own room so I can have it at my disposal at any time."
"Y-You're the owner?" I asked.
He nodded, "I own this club, and a couple others like this."
So, he was like the ultimate Dom. The top dog, the head honcho. That meant if I angered him, I'd be in for a world wind of humiliation and pain. I had to do everything he said.
He opened the door, revealing a beautiful playroom. He watched me carefully, gauging my reaction. I quickly smiled and nodded in appreciation.
"I-It's beautiful." I would've appreciated it if I wasn't so terrified.
He walked me to the have rounded couch, letting me sit.
"So, do you want to start playing then talk? Or talk a little then play?" He asked.
"W-whatever you wish, sir." I said.
He visibly shuddered, "I love hearing you say that. Why don't we start playing, then, we can talk beautiful."
He said down on the couch, pulling me to stand in front of him. He started kissing my stomach over my dress. I gulped and closed my eyes, letting his hands roam over my body. His hands crept under my dress and pulled my pantyhose down.
"Take your dress off. Slowly," he commanded, his eyes glazed over with lust.
I gripped the edge of my dress and slowly pulled it over my head. He growled loudly when my body was displayed for his view.
"My god, I think I could cum just started at your beautiful body." His hands rubbed my stomach, just barely skimming my skin. I felt myself become wet from his gentle caresses. He kissed my belly button.
His hands moved back to grope my ass, he squeezed lightly then hummed in appreciation. His lips skimmed the top of my panty line.
"I can smell your sweetness," He whispered, "It's intoxicating."
I didn't know if I was allowed to answer, so I stayed quiet. I closed my eyes, liking the feeling of his gentle hands, but, I also stayed tense. I knew the pain would be coming soon, I needed to stay focused and prepared.
I felt his thumb brush against my clothed vagina, jumping slightly at the feeling. I blushed in embarrassment.
"I-I'm sorry…"
He chuckled, "No need to apologize, you're excited, it's perfectly normal. I take it as a compliment."
His tongue gently licked the outside of my panties. I shuddered again then tensed up when his fingers hooked my panties and pulled them down. His eyes widened at the sight.
"You're perfect… A perfectly waxed pussy, something I personally think is the best thing in the world. Your sweet honey smeared against your lips and thighs is possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my entire life." He said, his eyes glued to my pussy.
"T-thank you s-sir…" I whispered.
He adjusted the front of his pants which was a straining tent. I couldn't imagine the size of his cock, he was a big man, tall and wide, muscular, so, his cock must be massive like him.
"Take your bra off." He said.
I reached behind me and unclipped the bra, letting it clatter to the floor. He bit his lip, then patted his thighs. I knew what he was asking.
I straddled his thighs, feeling his hardness poke against me, the leather of his pants smooth against my weeping pussy. His hands found their spot on both of my cheeks, grinding me against him.
"I can't believe how perfect you are. Do you feel my cock? How hard it is? That's because of you. Your beautiful, sexy body. You're perfect in every way." Once of his hands drifted up my back, pulling me to him. He started sucking my nipple. He was gentle at first, then his teeth tugged my nipple.
I gasped, my eyes widened with a flashback… I pushed away from him, screaming loudly and covering my naked body.
"P-Please! No!" I screeched loudly.
Next chapter will be up on Monday!