I follow Liela's fragile frame to one of the many dungeons there. There are about seven dungeons divided by glass walls. In about five of them scenes are going on. The ones who are performing the scenes are completely engrossed in their acts and don't notice our approach. But there are some people surrounding them who take notice of our arrival and shift closer to the third dungeon where we are going to play. Oh so we are going to have an audience. HELL!

What if someone here recognizes me! But I hope they won't reveal anything to the paparazi because all the people here are high standard and respect privacy, and moreover all have signed NDAs. And also cameras are not allowed in here. God forbid.. anyone takes a photo of mine performing BDSM!

Our dungeon has a cross and karabiner. It also has a table where all sorts of implements like vibrators, dildos, plugs, cuffs, a riding crop, a whip, a belt etc were kept. Ok so play time!

"What are the safe words Liela?"I ask her.

"Yellow and red ..master", she replies meekly.

"Come here.. Lets start with undressing you".

Liela is wearing a black corset and black thongs which practically covers nothing. I help her out of her minimal dressing while she stands staring at the floor. She doesn't have a very curvy body but she is still sexy in her own way. She has small tits with pinkish nipples which are now in full attention. I play with them, twisting them , pulling them, rolling them with my fingers and then I bend to take them with my mouth. They elongate further if that was possible.

"You like this don't you?"I ask her sucking at her rose buds.

"Yes master…ah..tthank yyou..", she replies breathily.

I walk over to the table and retrieve a pair of nipple clamps. I attach them to her nipples and Liela's breath hitches. These clamps are not for beginners.

Next I blindfold her and then gag her with a ball gag. Then I braid her brown hair which I think shocked her a bit. I find some ropes and decide suspend her. I tie her hands to a spreader bar which passes through her back.

Her arms, her shoulders are tied with the bar in such a way that she looks like she is crucified. However this arrangement would reduce the strain on her shoulders when she is suspended. Then I go for breast bondage, crisscrossing the rope on the valley between her mounds. Then I tie the spreader bar (tied to her) with the karabiner. I fold her legs towards her back and tie them to the karabiner. Her body is shaped like a triangle now. PERFECT!

I get the Wartners wheel and roll it on her stomach. Now there are goose bumps on her whole body. Good that she is responsive. I run the wheel on her arms, her legs, her feet , her breasts her thighs, then her inner thighs, slowly reaching my goal… I roll the wheel up to her pubic bone and then remove it. Her whole body relaxes. And after a few moments I bring it back on the same place I stopped. Her body jolts in shock, so I pause for a few moments and then resume. I run it on her out pussy lips again and again and then touch her clitoris with it momentarily. Her labia is glistening now with the evidence of her arousal and I bend down to lick it. Her body jolts again when my tongue contacts with her bundle of nerves. I lick her again and again, while she moans.

" Master I want to come..please Master", she manages to say with the gag in her mouth.

"Not yet"

"Pleaseeee Master. …I Can'ttt".

"You can"

"Noo..mas..", she starts to say but I stop and rise. Her face scrunches in protest.

I look at her body which is now covered in red marks from the wheel. Lovely!

I get the riding crop and start hitting her with it. The hits are not intended to cause pain. Her sensitized skin goes deep pink under the crop. I slip my digits through her folds and discover that she is soaked. Then I free my cock and breathe out in relief, because it was becoming painful to have my erect shaft in the premises of my jeans. I roll a condom (that I had brought with me) down my length and go to her back and free her legs. I stand facing her and wrap her legs around my waist.

All of a sudden I slam into her. She cries out in delight as I keep thrusting into her. Her walls hug my penis tightly and I moan lost in ecstasy.

"Do you want to come Liela ?", I enquire.

"Yes Master",she breathes.

"You have my permission ".

Just in the next moment I feel her tighten around me. I hold back my own orgasm and keep fucking her in a punishing rhythm. After a minute or so she orgasms again and this time I follow her. I empty myself inside her (actually inside the condom).

Then I untie her, remove the blindfold and free her mouth. Her eyes are moist at the corners and she is breathing heavily. I massage her shoulders to give her some relief from the strain due to suspension.

Just then Zachary enters the dungeon, zipping his pants. I notice a large crowd behind him which is now clearing.

" I must say Mike..You know how to turn pain into pleasure.. I am impressed…I came hard….I think you should reconsider my offer about.. you know.. doing a scene with me..", Zachary suggests.

Oh please..

" I am sorry Zachary.. I don't want to do that.. but I am glad that you enjoyed", I reply politely.

"Liela you can leave", Zachary orders and Liela gets dressed and leaves.

"About your membership.. you are approved.. you just have to fill a form" Zachary says and I follow him out of the dungeon.

Within an hour I am done. I receive an entry pass and then I leave the place by 12:30am.

Tomorrow I can come back here and try to gather information about Morton.

Next day I reach the club by 11 pm and I am granted entry once again through the back door.

Today the hall is a little less crowded and I spot a bar at the left corner of it that I had failed to notice yesterday.

The bar has three chairs of which only one is occupied. A lady is sitting on it and her back is facing me. She has long mahogany hair that cascades down her back and reaches her perfectly round waist. All of a sudden her hand reaches behind her and she brings her hair to her front, thus exposing her back. She is wearing a red one piece (I think) which starts from waist down …thus her back is naked. Even under the demonic red light, one could say that her skin is flawless. I walk towards the bar and take the stool beside her. Her inciting smell fills my nostrils and I breathe deeply. She is lost in thought and she doesn't notice me. She is holding a goblet to her lips but is not drinking from it. Her eyes are powder blue and are now focused into nothingness. She has a face which looks as if it has been carved by the best artist on white marble. She must be very young and very innocent but the pain on her face makes her look too old and disturbed. What is a girl like her doing in this evil place! Then I remember Zachary's words 'No one can live with this kind of pain. People like this need a way to take it out.' All of a sudden I feel a urge to take away all her pain. Get a grip grey! You don't even know her and moreover you have your own demons to attend to. I sigh and order a drink. She becomes aware of my presence and turns to me. Our eyes lock for a split second and I feel like I get a glimpse of the place she has been to just now but quickly she composes herself .

Ana pov

Mia has told me that Morton has been traced in a bar in Portland. And here I am standing outside the glass building named Addict. (Addict ya..!this lifestyle is an addiction…just like drinking relieves our minds of our stress temporarily, just like that bdsm cures my pain temporarily..) Kate has somehow got me an entry pass (membership) for this club…God she has some contacts! She said that she got it from her friend Zachary…or maybe I should say her old fuck buddy Zachary.

Its past 10 pm as I step into this club through a back door. This club surely holds a sexual atmosphere with its lighting and décor and the people in it.

I spot at bar in the corner and walk towards it. I make myself comfortable in a stool and order a drink..mmm..screaming orgasm..suits my mood. I have come here tonight with only one motive. Fuck Zachary!

I know to its wrong to use sex as a tool to gather information about Morton…but I have no other choice. Only Zachary could help me to reach him, and the asshole would open his mouth when he is sated and satisfied. Men always do.!

So Kate has asked him to meet me here at this time and so I am waiting for him. To my left there is a scene going on. A man is belting a woman mercilessly. This scene triggers in me the memory of the day my mom died.

Daddy steps in through my bedroom door. He looks angry and drunk..as always! He comes towards me and snatches the book, I had been reading, out of my hand. " Useless", he shouts ,"I have told Carla again and again to sell her to the whore house.. that's what she will do the best.. atleast she will earn us some morsels.. bloody bitch ..all se does the whole day is read this stupidity". " Today I will teach you a lesson whore. Come to papa", he says this with an evil smirk and makes a grab at me.

I know what's coming and try to run for my life. But he grabs my hair and throws me face down on my bed. Quickly he undoes his belt and tears away my panties. The first strike feels like fire against my skin and I cry and cry and cry. Suddenly mom bursts in through the door and pushes dad away from me. Mom picks me up and we try to escape through the door but dad catches mom. Then he starts to belt her and…

I am snapped back to the present by a velvety voice right beside me. I turn towards it and I am met with silvery pools looking at me with so much concern and sympathy. It feels like those eyes could read me, see through me and I quickly tear my gaze and compose myself.

" Are you okay Miss?", the man asks me.

I turn to him and I am lost. Oh my god.. since when did Greek gods came for touring the earth. Hell! He is Adonis himself. Messy copper hair, flawless skin , sculptured face, pouty red lips and those grey grey eyes.

I think I have been staring at him like a beggar, who has been hungry for three days ,stares at a jumbo sized cheese burger. Suck it up Steele! I close my mouth , picking up my lower jaw from where it had been on the floor and I see him smirk.

" You must be wet", he says looking at my lap. What the hell! What did he just say! And how does he know that I got wet just looking at him. Pompous Bastard! Moreover strangers should not make such personal comments . Manner less-good- looking-SOB!

I think he senses my fury and shock, so he replies quickly, "I mean you spilled your drink on your lap…so you must be wet". I quickly look at my lap and yep he is right. Ms. Careless-clumsy Steele has spilled her drink. The rim of my dress reaches my upper thighs barely and I have spilled wine at my lower thighs near my knees. So by some heavenly miracle , my dress is not wet. Mr. Handsome offers me his handkerchief and I take it thanking him. It is laundered and it has a CTG monogram on it. oh so what's his name..Charlie..Carl..

I use it to wipe my legs and then return it to him.

"I am sorry I think I should wash you but..Mr…", I say.

"No it's alright.. it was my pleasure..and I am Chris..mm..I mean Mike Stallon. And you are?", he replies blurts out.

Oh really Mister! I didn't know that Mike starts with 'Chris'. Maybe he is trying to hide his true identity in here. Doesn't he know that it is of no use? These guys run a background check on every new member of this club. If you try hard then maybe you can hide some of your background details…but not your actual identity. I too asked Mia to make my actual past details inaccessible..which she did. These guys here would only know my name, my work place and what I want to tell them about my history.

Either this man is making a joke of himself, or he has stolen someone else's handkerchief or he has a high level computer ginny to help him out.

He notices the confusion in my face on hearing his name and raises his eyebrows to know the reason for it.

"Well nice to meet you …and I am Angelina Jolie..", with this I return him his hanky and giggle.

He looks at me and then back at the handkerchief which I have placed in his hand in such a manner that the monogram on it faces him. He finally gets it that I have caught him red handed and a terrified look mars his angelic face. Well gotcha!

" No no ..don't worry. I won't tell anybody that you are hiding your true name… I don't know how you passed their background check with this name.. But then it is none of my business", I whisper quickly.

He relaxed a little and asked, "So you are ?"

"I am Anastasia Steele … and you..?"

"Let it be Mike for now please ", and I think I saw a bit of irritation cross his face. Okay lets change the topic.

"Okay..So you are new to this club or an old member?"I enquire.

"I joined it yesterday. What about you?"

And just like that we talk and talk. He tells me that he is new to this lifestyle and is here to learn more about it(If only I could teach him). He further says that he is not planning to do any scenes here. Just looking at them. I tell him that I am not new to this lifestyle and I too don't wish to indulge any sexual activities here. And just like this I have drowned myself in his velvety voice and grey eyes. Soon the club is forgotten.. we talk about the world out there.. our likes and dislikes..everything except about who we actually are..about the pain we see in each other's eyes..about the truth. This is a first for me.. talking my heart's content. To a MAN I barely know.

He is kind and polite and ..a good person. Merlin's beard Steele! Have you fucking lost it! you never called a man good and kind and all that shit.. It was only Kate's father you trusted..no one else.

I feel a tap on my shoulder which breaks the spell. I turn around to find a blond middle aged man smiling at me.

"You must be Ms. Steele".

Okay blond-check-handsome-check-tall-check-middle aged-check okay so, "And you must be Zachary".

"That I am Miss", he says and then holds me at arm's length to size me. His eyes roam over my neck, my breast (where it lingers a bit too longer for my liking), legs…

Then he pulls me to a hug which makes me even more uncomfortable. He then whispers seductively in my ears," You are such a cock tease ".