One of the waiters came up and took their order of drinks. As they waited, he looked around the room, while stroking his fingers along her back.
“I’m so proud of you, Chantal. You have made my whole night, allowing me what just happened. You have no idea how that makes me feel.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea, Sir.”
There was no reason to call him Sir anymore, but he loved how she said it to him. He was already hard as granite, the leather pants were already chaffing against him. He needed to remove them soon, or it was going to be painful when he decided to fuck her brains out again, and again. All night long.
He had to think of something other than the image of her up on that stage, cuffed to a cross, everyone in the room watching as she came.
Damn it!
That was going to be a permanent image locked inside of him. It was going to be his favourite, one that he could think of when he needed a release and she wasn’t close by.
“Where is the bathroom, Sir?”
Turning his head towards her, he said, “I’ll get one of the girls to go with you.”
Raising his hand, he flicked his fingers, letting the Mistress know what he wanted.
“I can go by myself. I don’t need a babysitter,” she said.
“In here you do, Chantal. There are certain Doms that like to take what isn’t theirs. Whether they are with their own Dom or not. So you will go with someone and come straight back. No talking to anyone other than the girl going with you, understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she mumbled.
“I mean it, Chantal. What happened up there is nothing compared to what you will receive if you disobey me.”
She sat straighter in the chair. “I understand, Sir.”
“Good.” He watched as Megan walked towards their table. She was a sweet little thing; she would do exactly as she was told, and not stray from that.
“Sir.”
“Chantal here needs to go to the ladies’ room. She is not allowed anywhere else or to talk to anyone other than you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Chantal stood, and moved past him. He gripped her hand as she passed. “When you get back, we are leaving. I have so many other things that I want to do to that beautiful body of yours, and I think you owe me something, too, on our drive home,” he said, with a wolfish grin.
She glanced down his body, noticing that his cock was straining against his pants. She swallowed, and then licked her lips. “Yes Sir.”
“I’ll see you when you get back.”
Nodding, she left following Megan. He had absolutely no idea how he was restraining himself by not taking into one of the rooms and taking her body as he so badly needed to do. He wanted to show her his room. He only made it for her. No other person has ever stepped one foot into it, other than him. Everything in there was for her. Every single thing.
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C
hantal followed Megan as they made their way across the floor. She was still in shock that Dom had brought her here. When the blindfold came off, she was so close to saying the safe word, scared that everyone had watched what was happening between them. But it was normal. She remembered when she was first in the club, how turned on she was after watching something that happened on stage.
When she glanced at several of the guests in the room, she didn’t see anything other than lust—sexual lust, burning all around them. Bodies were grinding together, hands disappearing under tables; even some were giving blowjobs for all to see. No one judged her for what she was doing. No one complained about what was happening, or that she was naked, or about what Dom did to her. Everyone in the room was doing their own thing. There was no intercourse, but by what she could see it was close for a lot of them, even for her. She was close to jumping on Dom, after what he had done to her.
Megan held the door open as she walked through it, and then moved off to the side to wait. Chantal used the toilet and came out to wash her hands.
“This is your first time, right?” Megan asked.
“To this club, or what happened on stage?”
“What happened on stage? You’re still new to all of it.”
She dried her hands. “Dom’s been working with me slowly, but it’s hard not to say what I want to say without the consequences. How do you do it, exactly?”
Megan giggled. “It’s come natural to me. I love obeying my master. It is hard sometimes when you want to voice certain things, but you learn to hold your tongue unless you like to be disciplined, which does have its upsides to it.”
“I know it does. I can’t seem to hold it in, though, and I know it pisses him off. But I’m not completely submissive, like he wants me to.”
“Are you sure about that? What I saw up on that stage tonight was a sub with her Dom. A complete submissive. You show all the signs, Chantal. I’m guessing you have a very demanding father, that when he tells you something, you do exactly as you are told, am I right?”
Well, shit! How right did she want to be? How could she tell that she had a father just like that? Did she give off a vibe or something?
“We better get back out there, if we don’t, Dom will come in here, looking for you.”
“Yeah, we better. Where is your master?” she asked as they left the bathroom.
“Master Lex is waiting for me in one of the back rooms. Once I return you, I will head back there, to be with him.”
Walking past the bar, several of the men standing there stared at her, making her feel a little uncomfortable. She didn’t mind people staring at her, but in a place like this, it was like walking into the lion’s den with no return. She stepped closer to Megan, who picked up on her worry.
“None of them have the nerve to come over towards you. They all know who you belong to,” she said, wrapping her arm around hers.
Approaching where she had left Dom at the table, she could not see him there. As she looked around at the other tables, she found him standing in the far corner with a woman beside him, and another sitting down.
Megan pulled her towards that way. As they got closer, something about the woman standing right beside him trigged something in her brain. The way that they were standing was familiar. Like she had seen them like that somewhere else. When Megan stopped, she did the same, only several feet away from where he was. The female’s voice lingered its way towards her; she knew that voice. Going over where she knew it from, the woman turned around and started to walk away from Dom, but froze in her spot as her eyes landed on her.
Looking at the woman, she remembered her sitting at Joey’s bar that day with Dom. But she looked different now, dressed in the tiniest leather skirt, a black top that barely covered her breasts, and the tallest stilettos that she had ever seen a person wear.
Dom never stopped talking to the other person in the booth, as they stood there staring at each other.
There was something else about her though!
She had seen her somewhere else, but it wasn’t coming to her. Smiling a little, the woman took several steps towards where she stood, and then female voice that was sitting talking to Dom hit Chantal like a Mack truck.
What in the world was Renee doing here, and especially talking to Dom?
Standing behind him, lifting her hand to get his attention, the words that Renee said next froze her in her place.
“Our agreement was never finished that night, Dominic. You and I both know that. I paid for the whole weekend and you never went through with it. It’s stated in the contract that you were to spend that time with me, for the amount that I paid you for. I want the whole two days, not one. And I really don’t care if you have plans tonight. I want you to finish what you started between us, whether you like it or not.”
The woman that was staring at her, reached for Dom’s arm, pulling him out of his conversation. She stepped back, not knowing what was going on, but she didn’t like what she had heard. Why would he have a contract with Renee? And what was she talking about paying him for two days and only getting one day in return?
“Chantal.” Dom’s voice pulled her out of her haze. Looking over at him, and the emotions that crossed over his face, she knew she wasn’t going to like what was going to happen next.
“Well, well. If it isn’t Chantal Winters. The one that holds Dominic Grayson’s heart. What a lucky girl you are,” Renee said as she stood from the booth and moved closer to Dom.
She had no words to say, everything started coming together. The picture in front of her was the same as she thought she had seen at the charity event that she went to for her parents. Images flashed through her brain of that night. Seeing both Renee and the other woman standing here now—Maria, that was her name. She didn’t like her the first time she saw her, standing there behind Dom with her hands all over him.
But it wasn’t her doing it now, it was Renee, and she was enjoying every second of this.
“What are you doing here? You do know that they don’t let trash just walk in here, right?”
Renee laughed. “Let’s ask Dominic why I am here, I’m sure he can explain it all to you.”
She looked over at him. Removing himself from Renee, he wrapped his hand around hers before she had a chance to pull away. Shaking her head, she didn’t want to know anymore. She could tell by the look in his eyes, what he was about to tell her was going to shatter her heart, in a bad, bad way.
Before he had a chance to say a word, Renee pipped in, “So, did you hear who my date was for the Sanders’ event? I’m sure you didn’t. I’ll tell you anyways. Dominic gave me the honour of being my date that night, didn’t you?” she said as she slid her hand down his arm. The one that was holding her hand in his.
She felt sick. No, it wasn’t him that she saw, just someone that looked a lot like him, in every possible way.
“Dom?” She needed to know the truth. At the same time, she wanted him to lie to her and say it hadn’t been him that she had seen. But that would only make things so much worse. Renee moved her body against his. Chantal ripped her hand out of his and stepped back, where Megan was.
“It was you that I saw that night, wasn’t it?”
“We need to leave. I’m not going to have this conversation with you here,” he said, pulling her with him towards the front door.
She wasn’t leaving yet. She pulled her arm out of his grip, and stood still. “Please, tell me I was only imagining you being there,” she pleaded. She could feel the first crack in her heart, knowing it was him. He wasn’t at a meeting like he had said.
Turning around, he asked, “You want to have this conversation now, in this club, with everyone to hear?”
“No better place than now, Dominic.”
“Yes, I was at the event with Renee and Maria.”
She lost her stepping and fell back against Megan. Dom moved towards her, to help. “Don’t,” she whispered. He stopped where he was.
The room became quite, as all four of them stood there, waiting.
“There wasn’t a meeting was there?”
“No.”
“Why did you lie to me, then? Why couldn’t you have told me that you had other plans, Dominic?”
“I couldn’t at the time. I was planning on telling you everything tonight, when we arrived back to my place.”
“I want to know everything now.”
Wiping his hand over his face, he took a step towards her, but she stepped away. She didn’t want him close to her with whatever he was going to tell her.
“This is going to be so interesting to see her reaction to what you have to say, Dominic.” Renee laughed beside him.
She never took her eyes off of him, as he stood there, obviously going over exactly how he was going to tell her.
“The only reason I was there that night at the charity event is that Renee had a contract with my company. I could not get out of it, Chantal. I tried.”
“Why would you or your company have a contract with her? What is it exactly that you do there? I only knew that you worked as a mechanic at Nate’s shop. I never really thought of it why you were hardly around, or at Nate’s shop.”
Several of the others in the room left them there, for their conversation. Only three of them stayed, and all of them being Doms that stood there. Maybe there were standing there to witness what was going on; it wouldn’t be for her part that was for sure, since she wasn’t an actual member of the club.
“I think we should sit down.” He moved towards her again, but stopped as a tall, muscular man stood beside Megan.
“Dominic,” the gentleman said.
“Lex.”
Her eyes never left his. She was too focused on what was happening here.
“No,” she replied.
“Chantal, it would be easier to explain, if we were sitting down and not standing in the middle of the bloody club.”
Why in the hell is he angry at me?
“What do you do for a living, Dominic?”
“I work for Elite Inc.”
She had never heard of the company before now. “What exactly do you do there?”
“Here is the best part,” she heard Renee say.
“I’m an escort.”
What the...!
So, he worked at Nate’s as a mechanic. He was a Dom. And now he was telling her that he worked as an escort? She felt sick to her stomach. How could he have not told her about his job at Elite Inc.? Stepping around Megan, who stayed at her side, as Dom stepped forward. She couldn’t believe what he was saying to her.
“Chantal. Please, listen to me. I never meant to keep this from you at all. I wanted to tell you at the beginning, but it was hard. I needed to find the right time to tell you about it, and that was going to be tonight. I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. I needed you to know what I do, before someone else told you.”
She couldn’t answer him. She didn’t know exactly what to say after finding out that little bit of truth from him.
Turning around ready to leave, without him, she stopped quick, realising just then why Renee was there now, and at the event.
She walked back towards him and stood there. “That was after we spent our time together. When you told me you loved me and gave me
my
collar. How could you do this to me, Dominic? Renee paid for
your
services that whole weekend. You didn’t think to tell me about it then? When you signed a contract with her at your company?”