The Kinky Side Scrooge of Scrooge (4 page)

Chapter Six

"Let's hear it." Her curiosity wouldn’t allow anything else.

Alec almost sighed with relief. He had her.

"You said you have been investigating the lifestyle, right?" he asked, looking her, straight in the face, attentive to any expression, any subtle change that would let him know what way  to proceed.

"Yes, I believe we've established that," she said impatiently.

"This club is one of the best BDSM clubs in the country. Here you won't find fake Dom’s or fake submissives," he said, making a larger pause between sentences, which allowed him to see the sudden shine in her eyes when he mentioned Dom’s. If you added that to the way she had reacted last night to his touch, he was quite sure she was a submissive, even with the enormous brat attitude she had. She longed for a Dom in her life, and he intended to give her one--him.

"So? I don’t think all the Dom’s and subs I've met are fakes," she replied, suspiciously.

"Of course not, but here you'll see the real thing. Remember how much you liked that spanking bench you saw last night in the bedroom?" he asked, playing carefully with his cards. Sometimes he felt he was dealing with a time bomb. Any false move and everything simply blew up.

"Yes, I remember," she conceded.

"Well, we have all kinds of devices inside. And who knows, you might get the chance of using them as you best see fit. I would take you under my protective wing and show you everything."

"Let's say I agree to this. What exactly would that imply?" she asked, still not convinced.

"I would become your tutor, I would show you around, and show you whatever you might want to try. I'm a hard player, but I'm sure you would be just fine with it."

"I can get out any minute I want?" she asked, feeling more compelled to accept than she thought possible.

"Just say your safe word and you'll be out." And that did it, he could tell, so he lost no time. Holding her by her elbow, he gently led her back to the club's entrance. He invited her in and took her to a small table in a corner.

"You need to fill out a few forms before you're authorized to enter as my guest," he explained, handing her a few sheets. "One is a Non-Disclosure Agreement everybody has to sign in order to get in."

"Very well." She grabbed the papers and started to read. Like he said, one was a basic NDA and she signed it with no problem. The other sheets, on the other hand, were a complete inquiry into a person's kinks, limits, and experience. No wonder he hadn’t insisted on asking more. She filled it in the best she could, fighting the desire to complete some of the questions with something scandalous. After all, it could actually be the guy's favorite kink. She wasn’t that insane… well, most of the time. She was there, wasn’t she? With him, the man she had no intention of seeing, ever again.

Alec looked at her filling out the forms. Those inquiries were the best thing they had implemented. It gave them a pretty good idea of what their members and guests might be looking for, and when it came to a new submissive, it would tell the Dom just how far they could go, which limits he could push and which he should never consider.

The woman finally finished the forms, signed them and handed them to Alec. He checked her signature and a grimace of acceptance curved his lips.

"Katherine… how appropriate," he said.

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, getting up, resting her hands on her hips, in a defiant position.

"You’ve reminded me of the main character of
The Taming of the Shrew
, Katherine, ever since I saw you for the first time," he explained, answering her defiance.

"No kidding? And I still wonder why I find you so obnoxious," she mumbled, loud enough for him to hear her.

He chuckled and continued reading her forms. She didn’t have much experience, other than the one she had with guy she had already mentioned. She had tried some bondage workshops, directed by known riggers, but that was basically all she had tried.

He looked her over, head to toe, and noticed the gauze on her feet.

"How are your blisters?" he asked.

"Much better, thank you," she answered, blushing a bit, remembering what happened just after that.

"Good, I guess you're ready to get in. We'll start by taking a walk around the place for you to take a look and decide if you want to try anything," he said, taking her by her elbow and leading her to a coat room. "Leave your coat and purse here. Make sure you leave the club with them," he advised, unable to make his tongue refrain.

She showed her tongue to his back, but in that precise moment he turned to look at her and caught a glimpse of it. He closed his expression even more, and she was sure, right then and there, he was dying to lay his hands on her, preferably on her tender buttocks.

She giggled and followed him out of the coat room after leaving her belongings there.

Her first step into the club's main room was quite similar to entering another dimension. The place was nothing like any of the clubs she had ever been in before. The décor was sober, elegant and luxurious with couches of burgundy velvet, small round tables of dark wood, a bar in a corner and a big stage in the middle. Here and there, you could see small areas for those more exhibitionist, with all kinds of benches, and even a couple of Saint Andrew's cross.

"The good stuff is downstairs in the dungeons, and we also have several semi-private dungeons and private rooms as well, like the one I took you to last night," he informed her, whispering in her ear, to make himself heard over the music and the people talking. His breath on her ear was enough to send shudders down her spine, and she had to make a huge effort to control her body and not let him know just how much he affected her.

"Can you take me there?" she asked him, and he nodded, resting his big hand on the middle of her back, guiding her in the right direction. She was able to feel the heat from his hand going through the thin fabric of her top. She couldn’t quite understand why a simple brush from him was enough to set her on fire.

He took her downstairs and there they found a lot of people engaged in all kinds of play.

"Isn't it a bit early for this number of people?" she asked, curious. It still wasn’t seven o'clock at night and the place was crowded.

"We're celebrating a special weekend. That's why there are so many people around here, at this hour." He walked her through the place, stopping for a few minutes when she wanted to watch a particular scene.

So far, Alec had noticed her huge interest in ropes, all kinds of ropes. She had appreciated a simple corset made of silky ropes, but she had watched even more carefully how one of the riggers was placing a submissive in a
strappado.
The scene had been quite hot and he was able to see how much she would have loved to be in the other woman's place. He knew her level of arousal were spiraling up, and that was more and more obvious by the hard tips of her big, round breasts.

"Alec, my friend, it's good to see you down here," a man's voice behind them distracted the couple watching a sensuous flogging on a cross.

Alec turned around and looked over his shoulder.

"Jonas, how are you?" he greeted, in his usual tone, distant and cold.

"A new sub? I don’t believe I've seen her face around here before," the man asked, looking intensely at Katherine.

She had turned to see who he was talking to, sadly surprised to see the man was an iceberg with everybody. But she almost wished she hadn’t. The man, Alec had called Jonas, was one of those men she always tried to stay away from. Something in him gave her goosebumps in a very unpleasant way.

Unconsciously, she moved closer to Alec, out of the man's possible reach.

"Yes, she is mine." Alec's sentence was simple and yet incredibly clear. And though she could have discussed that 'mine', she certainly would never do it in front of this guy. She would settle things with Sir Alec later.

"You always manage to get the most beautiful ones. But you never seem to keep them long, so there's still hope," the man said before he walked away.

"In your dreams!" she said, loud enough for Alec to hear her. "That's a very repulsive man," she said, lowering her tone.

"You think so? He seems to have a lot of success with the ladies," he said.

"Well that won't ever happen with me," she replied, shuddering with disgust. "About that mi…" she started to say, ready to scold him for saying she was his, but she never managed to finish her sentence.

Chapter Seven

He leaned down, cupping her face with his hands, claiming a fierce, deep kiss from her lips, ripping any coherent thought from her mind, just leaving feelings and sensations.

His fingers explored her face, her ears, her neck, while his mouth assailed every corner of hers, stealing her breath, turning her into a shuddering doll.

His hands ran down her back, pulling her even closer to him, for a few more moments until his hunger became too wild.

He stopped, immediately. There were many more things he wanted to do that night and sex might or might not be a part of them. He took a step back enjoying the fuzzy expression on the little shrew's face.

"Have you decided what you would like to try?" he asked, taking dissimulated deep breaths.

"I believe it would be best for me to go home," she said, more thinking to herself, than really talking to him.

"I don’t believe that you're getting cold feet so soon," he teased her, shamelessly poking her to get her to stay. "Don't you want to try some ropes or even the sweet kiss of a flogger on your skin?"

"I don’t think it's a good idea to be doing that with a stranger," she answered, trying to sound as cold as he always did. She was still fighting off the devastating effects of that damn kiss, so she wasn’t up to putting herself even more in his hands.

Feeling her nervousness, Alec decided to play foul. He wanted to have her, and he was determined to get what he wanted.

With the tip of his finger, he traced a road from her neck, down and around her breasts, simulating the trail a rope would take.

"We're not strangers anymore, don’t you think? Just imagine, ropes around your neck, down to your chest, circling your breasts tightly, making them tense up, like you've never felt them before, then catching your arms behind your back, pulling them up, leaving you helpless and exposed to the one on the other end of the rope."

The image he was creating with his words, added to the brushing of his finger, had her breathless again. Her chest heaved beneath his touch and she could feel her arousal peaking to unexpected levels.

"You want to do it," he said, and for once, his tone wasn’t cold or scoffing. He was alluring, exciting, exuding the rawest passion she had ever experienced. "Give yourself to me for tonight, just this night, and I'll take you to places you didn’t know existed. Just say yes to me," he added, stretching his hand toward her, his palm up, inviting hers to join his.

She fell completely under his spell, and her lips whispered what he wanted to hear.

"Yes."

He smiled, pleased, not victorious, and that finished her off. She surrendered to him, her hand lying meekly in his.

Alec cleared his throat, shaking the incomprehensible feelings her surrender had evoked in him. This was just two people having a good time, with nothing more than pleasure being exchanged.

He decided to take her to a private room. He doubted she was ready to show her naked body in public, and somehow he preferred that too, that night. He didn’t feel like sharing, not even the delicious sight of her.

He chose one of the rooms he knew had a good cross and a spanking bench, and all the tying and suspension options all the rooms had. That would give him enough to work with. He wanted her to live all of the experiences possible of being tied for the first time. So, he intended to go easy on her and go slowly, very slowly, even if impatience already burned worse than hell deep inside him.

He wanted to make tonight for her, at least most of it. After all, he was no saint or monk.

Katherine followed Alec through several halls and stairs, but they were stopped again, this time, by a couple. The man was around Alec's age, mid-thirties, and the woman was probably around her age. She was an amazing redhead, with the greenest eyes she had ever seen, and the man could be Alec's brother. They had the same build and the same coloration.

"Alec, how are you?" the man greeted, and Katherine was able to sense some tension between them.

Alec looked at James and Hannah and considered grabbing the olive branch James was handing him, but then he looked at Hannah and decided it was pointless. He wasn’t going to change his mind about her, and that would always come between him and James. So it was better to just finish it, right there and then.

"James, Hannah," he said, his tone cold, and it was obvious he was displeased with this encounter.

"Won't you introduce us to your friend?" James asked. The man was trying to cross the walls Alec had around him but to no avail.

"I don’t think so," his cold answer made everyone else gasp in surprise.

"What's the matter with you? Why are you acting like an arrogant bastard?" James asked, his eyes showing just how much he was hurt.

Alec didn’t answer; he simply remained in silence, waiting for them to leave.

"Because he is one, James. Let's go," Hannah said and managed to take James out of there.

Katherine looked at Alec. His face was a stone-carved mask, and she was starting to doubt her decision to get involved with this man.

"Let's go," he said, clearly with no intention of talking about the recent event. He led her again, as if nothing had happened, down the corridor, but then he stopped.

Alec rubbed his face with his hand, realizing he wasn’t in the mood for this any longer. He turned to her. "I'm afraid I just remembered I have an appointment tonight I had forgotten. Can we reschedule this? For next Saturday at 07:00 pm?"

Katherine looked at him trying to figure what had changed, but his expression didn’t reveal anything.

"Yes, of course, there's no problem," she nodded, accepting the possibility he had lost interest in her.

"So, can I expect you next Saturday? I'll let you a special pass at the entrance," he asked.

'Or maybe not,' she thought. "Yes, I'll be here."

"Good, see you then," he said, escorting her quickly to the main room. "You can stay for a while longer if you want. Have fun." Those were his last words before leaving her in the middle of the room, and walking away.

Katherine looked around a bit overwhelmed and decided she would better off to go back home.