Title : Dirty little secret
Summary : Alice Brandon is a successful, intelligent and elegant woman. She owns her own company, has hundreds of staff to manage and has enough money to play with. Though when she's invited to an exclusive club, out of the blue from an old acquaintance, she unlocks a part of herself she'd never given power to. Dom/sub. Smut. Lemon.
She nursed her drink, red lipstick already staining the rim as she observed the elegant room around her. Perched on a bar stool, black tight dress clinging to her, she looked like she fit in with not a care in the world. Good. Let them think that. Oblivious idiots. If it doesn't make them cum, give them money, or profit their ego they aren't interested. But more for her, she supposed.
"Another one Miss?" Her twinkling green eyes spy the barman, tall, slick back blonde hair with a charming smile which he uses for all the ladies, already preparing another of her drinks. The third in almost an hour.
When was she finally going to show her face?
The invitation burned a hole in her pocket, face flushed with excitement.
She'd never been the adventurous type. Always the shy bookish girl, always picked last for sports or any team for that matter. She's never been a girlfriend, a wife or even a lover. Despite that, she'd managed to build her own empire over the years. But there was always something missing.
Her chest swells with excitement. She squeezed her thighs together and took a sip from the newly prepared drink. Shouldn't be long now.
The assumption was correct, nearly ten minutes later a blonde woman appears at her side with sparkling golden eyes. Her white dress barely contains her breasts and accentuating her curves exquisitely, bite marks cover her shoulders and neck. Alice had a hard time looking at her face.
What was she saying again-Oh right, this way. Alice grabbed her bag from the bar, took another gulp of her drink and followed the blushing woman to an empty corridor.
"You look lovely, miss." Said the woman as she led the way. Heels clicked onto the floor hurriedly as she held open door after door.
"T-Thank you." She murmured, struggling to keep up through the many doors. Scared to trip in her new heels. The buckles digging into her ankles. Suddenly feeling ridiculous.
Had it been any other day she would've been in her flats and a fitted suit or sweatpants on her days off, which was not very often. Not the skin tight dress with overdone makeup and heels. But it was requested, and who was she to say no and resist this new thrill? Giving up control isn't easy for her.
She had made a vow to herself recently to live more, to get out of the office, to do something with her free time instead of filling it with work. And when she had gotten a strange email a month ago, she had slowly taken her time at this new club. Feeling it out, the people, the vibes music, the staff, until today. Where she was invited to see her for the first time.
Like it was some kind of cat and mouse game, where she was being watched, assessed from the darkest corners of the room to see if she was worth the time to play.
It would seem they found her worthy.
Although tingling she couldn't stop the nerves from bubbling in her stomach. She'd never even been kissed, and had no idea what to expect. The invitation had been vague on the details, only to wear the clothes that were sent along with a date and time.
Curiosity got the better of her so here she was, following a beautiful woman down corridor after corridor trying so hard not to look a fool to the people they passed. Who looked not concerned for her at the least with their own suits, ties, dresses shorter than belts and flushed faces matching her own.
"There's a few things you need to remember, so pay close attention Miss Brandon." The pretty blonde spoke up finally as they reached the end of a corridor. Alice nodded, throat suddenly going dry. The next hallway they turned into looked different than the rest. Darker, elegant, with rich blue carpeting, and black numbered doors lining either side spaced far part, soft lightning and decorated well.
Suspiciously quiet though.
"First thing, address her as Miss Swan. Nothing else." Alice nodded dumbly, unsure of if she could speak. "Second is to be respectful, don't question what she says, just do. You're safe in her room. Third, the safeword is key."
Alice swallows and they finally come to a stop outside of a door, number 224.
"Ready Miss Brandon?" Alice nods mutely again feeling silly. A card is swiped underneath the door handle. The lock flashes green and with a soft click she steps into the dark room, heat pooling between her legs at the scent of rosemary and lavender. The specific scents she said she was fond of.
The door is shut behind her with a murmured 'good luck', and her throat closes up. The room is softly lit with only a lamp and as she starts to walk a sudden voice speaks up from within the room.
"Leave your things at the door." Alice gulps, drops her bag carefully, and pads across the lush carpet to the main room.
It's fairly large, a queen size bed with a soft mattress in the centre of the room, pillows and cushions making Alice think she may never want to leave. The wall in front of her was lined with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the vibrant city around them. With curtains just as long but oddly not pulled across to cover them. There was a lone chair to the left of the windows, occupying her. The soft silhouette and unruly dark hair.
Exactly as she remembered.
Alice could feel the tension from across the room. Being watched like a wolf targeting its prey.
Butterflies swam in her stomach, and she opened her mouth to speak but is interrupted.
"I thought I told you to leave your things at the door?" Alice's face flushed and she did a once over of her dress and shoes. The lamp beside the bed illuminating her own features with a soft yellow glow but the other occupant remained unseen.
"My-My bag is-"
"No. The rest."
She couldn't possibly mean…?
She took a step back to the door when the woman in the chair stood up. Coming to a height a foot taller than Alice, who remained still as they approached. A finger scraped over her shoulder and down her arm to her hand where a few golden bangles hung.
"I meant everything, love."
The brunette started with pulling them off, and slipped off her rings.
"Let's start simple, hm?" Her voice was deep and husky.
"Yes Be-Miss."
"Good girl." Heat pooled between her thighs at the praise.
Bella circled her until she was standing at her back, her warm breath on her neck as she peeled off her necklace. Once done she came back to her front and instructed her to sit so she could take off her heels.
Alice was full of confusion as she did so. Bella took her time, appreciating her ankles as she undid the several straps and buckles, before slipping them off delicately and placing them off to the side.
Surely she wasn't serious? She bought these things for her to wear, and now she wanted everything.. Off? Alice couldn't mask her nerves as a soft hand made her way up her leg. Grazing her calf, to her knee and gently dragging upwards. Alice held her breath as her thong was grabbed from her hip, underneath her dress. A gentle tug and a soft command had her lift her hips up to accommodate.
"Very good." They're pulled down her long legs and to her surprise and utter humiliation Bella brings the cloth to her face, inhaling. "You're already this wet, Alice?" Her name sounded like a purr on her lips, and all she could do was bite her lip and try not to sound stupid.
Alice holds back a whine and watches as they're put in the pocket of her jacket.
"Quiet too." Bella raises to her full height and takes a couple of steps back to examine her, cheeks flushed and panting softly. "And beautiful."
The silence is palpable, her words caught in her throat.
"Now, my pretty thing, let's figure out what makes you scream."