Sweet Surrender (22 page)

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ushing the doors open at Inquisition, Dom stood there staring at his surroundings. This was the first club he had come to when he arrived in Glacier. At first glance, it didn’t look like his kind of place since it was set up like a normal club, but within an hour of being there everything about the room changed.

Walking towards the locker rooms, he passed several of the other Doms on his way. He opened his locker and placed his bag inside. There were no rules here besides treating the subs the right way. Anyone that over stepped that rule was thrown out, including any of the Doms, not just the customers.

Attaching his whip to his pants, as it was his part tonight, he made his way back out into the club. Tables were set around the five stages, with individual rooms to each side for people that wanted privacy. To the average person, it looked like a strip club. This was no strip club. The first stage was for the St Andrews Cross and the rotating whipping wheel, which he was going to be at all night. The second was firework, the next, and the cage. The fourth and fifth were blank. This was for anyone that wanted to do whatever they wanted, out in the open for people to see.

Every month the stages changed, but the rooms where set out to everyone’s liking. They were all the same, just different colours. All equipment in each room was the same: a cross, a bed, a couch, a bathroom, and toys of all sorts. Everything you could possibly want.

Starring at the cross, he imagined Chantal strapped to it—naked, wet and waiting for him. His cock strained against his pants, wanting to be inside of her again.

“Dominic.”

He turned towards the voice. “Melinda. How is everything fairing for tonight.”

“Great. All invitations have RSVP’d, so, full house. Only have ten or so new customers arriving, the rest are regulars.”

“Are the lists draw up on who will be at what stage?” he asked as he walked over to the bar. “Jimmy, bourbon on the rocks.”

“Sure thing, Dom.”

“Yes, you will have the cross and you have three new customers. Unsure as to whom else is willing to go up there. Glen is on fire play. Braddon is on the cage. So far the other two stages are open to whatever,” she said as she read from a folder.

Jimmy passed his drink to him, and he gulped it all down. “Where is Jake?”

“He’ll be arriving soon.”

Dom shook his head. He had only had willing subs, either at the clubs or at his house, but none of them was ever his sub full time.
The only one who could fit that description was Chantal
. He groaned. He had to stop thinking of her as that.

“Who is she?” Melinda asked as she rested against the bar.

“Who?”

“The girl you’re thinking about. I know that look, and have only seen it once on you.”

“No one important,” he mumbled.

Laughing, she teased, “You want her, don’t you.”

“Drop it, Melinda. I’ll be at the stage, if you need me,” he growled as he walked off. He didn’t need to hear it from her; he already knew that he wanted Chantal in a way that was not possible. He had to work the tension out of him on someone that wanted what he had to give them, in only the way he could.

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hantal and Joey walked towards where this apparent party was being held. She had never heard of the place they were going, but was very interested in knowing what was happening tonight. She had picked out the sexiest outfit she could put together; a short black leather skirt, with a red thong underneath, and a blood red corset that zipped at the front but still had the effect ties down the middle. The six-inch strappy heels, covered in black glitter, completed her ensemble. Her blonde hair was tied back roughly, but out of her face.

She looked over at Joey. She had to hold herself back when he sauntered out of the bathroom dressed the way he was. He wore a tight button-up shirt, un-done half way down his chest, showing a light amount of hair through it. His pants were dark denim with rips at his knees, and just seeing that small amount of his skin, turned her on.

Glancing down at her, he squeezed her hand as they walked around a corner, coming up to their destination. As they got closer, they noticed the line leading up to the building was huge.

Joey pulled her forward, closer to the front of the line.
Must be some kind of place, if they are all waiting to get into it!
As they walked past the line, she noticed half the people were wearing hardly any clothing...well, the ladies, anyhow. Some were wearing less than what she was, some were in their underwear. As she studied the line more, she frowned at seeing half of the women had their heads down, not looking around. What were their problems? Why were they not talking to the people around them, or even their dates?

And the guys with them, some of them scared the shit out of her with the looks they gave her as they moved past them. She moved her body closer to Joey as they stopped at the front of the line near the bouncer. Joey handed over the invitations. Glancing at the couple at the front, she saw the woman slightly glance up at her and smile. Smiling back at her, Chantal stepped forward, about to start a conversation, when the guy next to her pulled on a leash attached to the collar around the woman. How had she missed that? And why the hell was she wearing one?
She wasn’t a dog.

The woman quickly looked to the ground, but the guy moved to stand in front of her, and lifted her chin up. “Did you just look at someone without permission, Emily?” the guy growled.

“I apologize, Sir. It won’t happen again,” she whispered.

Sir? What the...! Why the hell does she need permission from this asswat? Everyone has freewill to do whatever they wanted!

Removing her arm from Joey’s hold, she moved and stood in front of the guy. “What is your problem? She didn’t do anything wrong. She was being friendly,” she told him.

The guy pushed the girl behind him, and stood straighter as he stared at Chantal. “Yes she did. Now, she will be punished for doing exactly that,” he growled at her.

This was the one thing she hated about guys. The way they thought that they could control anyone, especially women, because of their masculinity.

She inched in closer to him and pushed her finger into his chest. “Who the hell do you think you are? She can do whatever the hell she wants. SHE doesn’t have to stand here and listen to the crap coming out of your mouth!”

His body moved closer to hers. “Emily, will do as she is told. If she does not, she will be punished. You, on the other hand, would be a challenge to break, little one.” He smiled down at her.

Her hand rose so quick and slapped him across the face that it stung from the impact. As she winced at the pain in her hand, she glanced up and saw the handprint on his face, bright red.

Glaring down at her, he took a step forward and grabbed her arm. “You will regret that, sweetheart,” he growled. She paled at his words and pulled on her arm, but he would not let her go.

The guy gave her the creeps, big time. “Chantal,” Joey called.

The man leaned forward, and spoke so that only she could hear. “A night with me will break that sweet spirit of yours, darling,” he said as he let go of her.

Pulling her arm to her chest, she hissed, “In your dreams.” She turned and walked away, lacing her hand with Joey’s outstretched one.

“See you in there, sweetheart,” the guy called out behind them, but she didn’t turn around. The chill that ran down her spine at his words frightened her. She needed to stay close to Joey tonight. Walking through the front entrance, they arrived at another door. A   young man, standing off to the side, handed a folder to Joey.

“You will need to both sign a release form,” he instructed them.

Chantal frowned, as Joey signed the form without even looking it over. Why would they ask them to sign something?

The young man handed her the same folder, but before she had a chance to read what it was about Joey reached for her hand, making her look towards him.

“Do you trust me, Chan?” he asked, as his fingers traced over her hand.

“You know I do, Joey. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

She never took her eyes from his as she signed the form, not caring where she had even signed her name on the piece of paper. 

The young man took it from her out-stretched hand, grinning. “Ready for your wildest dreams to come true?” he asked them, as he pushed the door open. She looked sideways at Joey. He grinned down at her and pulled her closer to him as they moved through the door.

Once they were in, Joey abruptly stopped and she ran straight into his back. “Damn,” he mumbled.

Peering around his body, she froze in her spot as she looked around the room.

What kind of party was this? There were people everywhere. Some standing around the room with others sitting at their feet, some over by the bar, and around the stage. Make that stages. Every second or third person she looked at had a collar around their neck. It wasn’t only women that had them; the men had them as well.
Weird!
Glancing towards the stages, she noticed a cage on one. There was a woman inside; naked, hands tied to the top of it, legs spread apart. People that walked past it stuck their hands in and touched her. Not only did they touch her hair, arms, or legs, they felt her breasts, or pushed their hands between her legs. She could not hear what the woman was saying as the music was loud.

Moving further into the large room, her eyes landed on the other stage where there was a guy with a small whip, the tip lit with fire. As she watched, the guy raised it over his head, and connected to a woman’s body, and her body arched up. Chantal shook her head.
Fire was not meant to be dealt like that
.

The next stage she looked at had a very large cross, with another woman attached to it. Staring closely at the guy standing behind the woman, she watched as he tightened the cuffs on her wrists. Intrigued as to what was going on, she strolled over. Joey followed closely behind her, and they stopped at the front of the stage, where several people were standing. When the guy was done, he backed slightly away from the woman, and removed something from the side of him.

From the back, the guy was hot. Black leather pants encased strong thick legs, hugging his very sexy ass. Grinning to herself, her eyes travelled up his body. His back was perfect, the muscles in his shoulders moved as he did. His dark hair curled lightly at the ends, and from what she could see, his were rather large. The muscle that ran down the side of his arm was her favorite. Light perspiration covered the top half of his body. She wanted him to turn around so she could view the front, hoping it was as good as the back half.

His right hand lifted, and she watched as it came down. The whip cracked against the woman’s body, making her moan out. Chantal had never had a thing for pain, or any kind of item hitting her, but for some reason this was starting to turn her on; her thong was wet. As Joey slid up behind her, pushing his body into hers, his lips moved to her ear. “Does this turn you on, baby?”

Nodding, she couldn’t respond to him in words. She could not comprehend the thought of why being whipped turned her on. When the next crack came from the whip, she let out a moan. The woman arched her back from the cross, moaning her self. The thought of her tied to that exact cross and the whip connecting to her skin, made her squirm against Joey. Pulling her closer into him, he moved his hands down the side of her body, as one of them slid over her hip and held her there.

The guy holding the whip moved to the other side and did the same thing several times more. She moved as close as she could get, wanting to glimpse who was holding the whip, and see the woman’s reactions close up. The guy moved closer to the woman and whispered something into her ear, causing her to moan at his words and shake her head.

Stepping back, he pulled out something thick and long, that looked like a plug, and slid it between the woman’s legs.

Her own pussy gripped automatically, wishing it was inside of her. She now had a side view of the guy, and damn was he fine. She still could not see his face but the front of him was perfection. A light amount of dark hair covering the top half of his chest, and his 6-pack was sexy as sin. She wanted to run her tongue over each defined muscle. And she thought the small trail of hair that leads into the top of his pants was the sexiest thing on a male. She could see the bulge under his pants, and she wanted to find out exactly what was under there, herself. Joey’s mouth latched onto her ear, sending a tingling sensation through her body.

“You should try it next, Chantal. You would look so sexy strapped to that cross with the whip cracking on your body. Just that thought alone, I want come,” he groaned.

Leaning more into him, her thong was saturated at his words as well as what was happening right in front of her. As the woman screamed out her orgasm, she squeezed her legs together as her clit pulsed, wanting the same release.

Several minutes later, another man arrived on stage, helping the woman out of the restraints and carrying her off the stage. They disappeared through a side door. A woman walked up then as the guy holding the whip moved to the side and took a sip of his drink.

“Ladies and gentleman. Welcome again to Inquisition. The place where all your fantasies come true. We have everything you could possibly think of here tonight, and more in our VIP rooms. Please, look around and if anything catches your eye, don’t be afraid to approach. No one here bites, unless you’re into that.” She laughed.

“This is not for everyone, but I will say, it is very pleasing. The thrill that runs through your body as that whip touches it, is extraordinary. It will change your life,” she said as she looked at everyone. “Is there anyone that would like to give it a go?”

Joey pushed her forward. Her legs were moving on their own accord, they wanted up there as much as the rest of her body, but her brain had not quite up yet.

As she approached, the Lady greeted, “My name is Mistress Rose, your name?”

“Chantal,” she whispered.

“Lovely name, Chantal.” She smiled. “You will need to pick a safe word before you are strapped onto the cross.”