Chapter 3
Brayden stands first, and then I help Evangeline up. Studying her, it's easy to tell she's a bit detached from time and space, so I help her with her clothes, too. Like many other subs, she isn't wearing much. A purple latex skirt that ends right below her ass, a matching tube top that only covers her breasts, and black gladiator sandals.
Before I pull open the curtain, I put on my
T-shirt again. "Here we go." I pick up Evangeline in my arms. I carry her much like I would a child, securing her on my hip; that way, I have one hand free.
Truth be told, I'm reluctant to call wherever she is subspace, and it might be stupid of me, but I can't help it. Subspace doesn’t happen to everyone and even more rarely this soon. It takes trust, complete surrender, comfort, and a fair amount of attachment—at least in my experience. But I suppose if Evangeline has been desperate enough for a Dominant to give her this…and combined with the fact that the boyfriend she loves was there to share it with her…it could be possible. But, regardless, I'm not going to read into that right now.
"Are you okay, Lina?" Brayden asks softly as I usher them to the circular bar in the middle of the Cave. Max is there, working his ass off, but he gives me his attention quickly when he notices I'm here with subs.
Evangeline hums in contentment and buries her face in the crook of my neck. She's fucking adorable. "More than okay
,
mon ange
." She yawns. With a little squirming, she tightens her legs around my hips. "Mmm…"
"Aftercare
kit?" Max asks.
I nod. "
Couple blankets, too. And sodas." I raise a brow at Brayden, and he tells me Coke for both him and Evangeline. "Add two waters, as well. Thanks, man."
Max acknowledges the request
and adds, "One or two kits?"
"One's fine," I answer.
"And can you tell one of the waitresses to have Stall Nine cleaned?"
"Will do, buddy."
Within a few seconds, he hands over two sodas, two bottles of water, and one aftercare kit on a tray. I grab the blankets, and Brayden offers to carry the tray. Then we set off toward the original club space where I know I can find some privacy in Nick's reserved booth.
We cross the big dance flo
or, which is now filled with foam blocks, and reach the wall that was once the only scening area at Switch. The platform is still there, taking up a generous amount of the floor for public demonstrations, but the spot nearest the bar has been roped off for Nick and his closest friends.
It's a large corner booth
, seating six or seven people, with soft leather seats and a black table in the middle. Not only that, but it's the BDSM version of a fucking cabana. Since the ceiling is so high in here, he specially ordered the booth to have three posts draping fabric over it to make it more intimate. If someone wants seclusion, there's also the option to close the curtain of thick velvet that goes around the booth.
Nicholas always goes all out. But I have a feeling Kayla had something to do with this, because it's one of her favorite spots in the club, and I'm not surprised when I see that she and Nick are there now.
He's seated with an arm casually draped at the back of the booth, and his Little Girl is lying down with her head resting on Nick's thigh.
"Got room for three more?" I ask over the music. There's no hiding my smirk when I
realize
why
Kayla has her head in Nick's lap. Neither is naked, but his slacks are unzipped and his leather belt is on the table.
He
inclines his head. "Of course. Shut the drapes too, will you?"
"Sure thing." After telling Brayden to enter first, I fasten the rope again and
follow inside, letting the heavy fabrics close us off from the world once more. The music is still loud, but the small confinement offers the privacy I was after. Sliding into the corner of the booth, I position Evangeline sideways on my lap. Brayden scoots in next and picks up his girlfriend's legs to rest them on his own lap. Then he makes a move to use both blankets on her, but I stop him.
"One's for you, sweet boy
." The last thing I want is for him to think the aftercare is all about Evangeline. Maybe the scene was more intense for her, but that doesn’t matter. It affected Brayden, too—I can tell. He looks both curious and wary, and that’s why I'm here. To offer comfort, to answer any questions he may have, and to make sure he's fine emotionally before he leaves.
"What happens now?" he whispers, very aware of Nick and Kayla a few feet away.
"Now we take it easy for a bit." I motion for him to start with his water; meanwhile, Evangeline needs sugar in her system, so I bring a glass of Coke and ice to her mouth. "Take a sip, kitten." In the aftercare kit, there's also an energy bar and some chocolate, if that becomes necessary. Evangeline hums and takes small sips through the straw, licking her lips every now and then. "Good girl." Wanting to slowly but surely bring her back to the present, I tell her to hold her glass herself. "Are you cold?" I pull the blanket over her shoulders.
"S'all good." She peeks at me with a sleepy little smile.
I chuckle and place my arm behind Brayden on the back of the booth, making sure his blanket's drawn up, too. And since I'm seated in the corner, I have a clear view of Nick's side.
I smirk again. A shake of my head in amusement comes next. I'd ask if Kayla forgot her pacifier at home, but I know that’s not the case. She's obviously being punished by using Nicholas'
cock as a pacifier instead. At first glance, she looks content to lie there and suckle his soft cock, but a second look shows the shame in her eyes.
"What did she do this time?" I ask. While Kayla's one of the sweetest girls I've ever met, she has the tendency to mouth off if she sees extreme pain.
One time she told a sadist who was tending to his sub after a harsh caning that he was a "bad, bad man." It didn’t seem to matter to her that the sub was a masochist and totally blissed out.
Safe to say, Nick was livid at Kayla.
Nicholas smiles wryly and reaches for his tonic water on the table. "She asked if Dante—during a scene, mind you—would like a beating himself."
Oh, shit.
I can't help but laugh. Dante is a happy-go-lucky man until he sets foot in the club. In here, he's one hell of a strict Dom.
"Yeah, he didn’t appreciate it." Nick strokes Kayla's hair, the two exchanging a look. "So, I decided to put your mouth to better use, didn’t I, baby girl?" She nods sullenly and keeps suckling. When he slides a hand down
to cup Kayla's ass under her dress, she winces. I assume Nick's put his leather belt to use, too.
"Is that really a punishme
nt, Sir?" Brayden whispers and leans into me.
I grin and nod for Nicholas to answer that one.
"It is if I don’t allow her to swallow," he says, amusement in his eyes.
Brayden's wide eyes meet mine, and I let out a laugh at his expression before elaborating. "
Kayla's bratty mouth is full of more than cock."
If possible, his eyes grow even wider. "
So, he has…?"
"Come?" I raise a brow. "Oh, definitely."
And I'm sure Nick will come again before he lets Kayla off the hook. Before then, she will simply keep what he's given her in her mouth.
"Oh." Brayden shudders and scoots even closer to me.
I withhold my smile and refocus on my subs. Evangeline's returning to us in her own time, and she's still taking small sips of her Coke. With her free hand, she idly plays with the hem of Brayden's T-shirt. "You should drink some of your soda, too," I murmur to him. He nods dutifully and grabs his glass. "Do you have any questions about the scene? Or maybe tonight in general?"
"I don’t know." He gulps down some Coke and licks his lips. "I'm kind of blank." Yet, his expression shows curiosity; he takes in his surroundings with wonder in his eyes. "I feel like I have a million questions, but I can't think of any right now."
"That’s okay," I assure him. "What do you feel about the club? Do you think you and Evangeline will return?"
I know they will return, but I need to hear him speak for a while to see if he's really all right. I also need to get a read on him to determine if he will have a
subdrop or not. It's individual. Some subs feel emotional and vulnerable to the point where they need a lot of reassurance after a scene—it can happen right after the scene or hours after; sometimes days later. They begin to question themselves, and if left alone, there's a possibility that they start looking down on themselves. After all, no one "normal" can really enjoy being tied up and beaten, right? The shit we grow up hearing, about what's appropriate and not, always leaves some sort of mark.
"I like Switch." Brayden nods. "I want to come back. But I think we need to learn more…" He trails off, brows knitting together. "I suppose we'll look online."
I purse my lips, considering that maybe he's not used to asking for help or advice. He wants to learn more, but for some reason the internet is his first resource, even though I'm sitting right next to him. If he wants knowledge, the best thing he could do, in my opinion, is to interact with others in the community. The internet can provide a lot, but the lifestyle is not always accurately portrayed, and it doesn’t come close to what we can offer here.
"If only you had someone experienced to ask, huh?" My mouth quirks up.
He's confused for a second before realization hits. "Oh! I—I didn’t think of that." His cheeks heat up; it's a sight I find too fucking appealing. "Can you help us? Sir." He swallows, nervousness flashing across his features.
"I can.
And never hesitate to ask." I wait for his nod before I go on. "First of all, I recommend you speak to Kayla when she's done being a brat." I send Nicholas a grin that he returns. "Next week, she's going to start organizing munches—you know what those are?"
"Yes, Sir. A
social gathering for people in the lifestyle that’s held in a vanilla setting." That sounded like a recitation of something he's read online.
But it's correct. "Exactly.
If you don’t get the chance to speak with Kayla tonight, you can find her on the club's website." Which reminds me… "There's also a forum and a chat room on the site. Could be a good way to meet people who come here on a regular basis." Since this is their first time at Switch, I'm willing to bet they've only paid a single entrance fee instead of buying a membership. Once they get more involved, though, I'll make sure to recommend at least the month pass.
We fall silent for a while, and I spend some time checking Evangeline's wrists and ankles. Aside from the energy bar and the chocolate, the aftercare kit contains a packet with two aloe wipes, a small jar of soothing
lotion, and some other stuff—like the little booklet of aftercare tips and two mild painkillers. But it doesn’t look like she'll need any of it.
"Um, Sir?"
"Yes?" I turn to Brayden and move my arm from the back of the booth to his shoulders. He hesitates to speak, so I rub my fingers over his neck, letting him know he has my attention. "Take your time, but remember that no question is stupid."
He looks down. Under the blankets, Evangeline reaches out to grasp his hand.
The evidence of their solid bond actually comforts me. These two won't face this alone; they'll do it together. Hell, I remember when I was nineteen and started looking for more than vanilla…the internet sure as hell wasn’t there to help me.
Eventually, Brayden stops fidgeting and asks his question. "Have you had male subs before?"
Oh. Not the question I expected, but all right. "Yes." I dip my chin. "I've never been in a relationship with a male sub, but I've played with a few." I think this is something that's bothering him. Playing with a man is most likely new to him and has maybe never even entered his mind before—at least not playing on a sexual level. A scene doesn’t have to be sexual, after all. "Brayden, would you prefer to scene with a Mistress instead?" I do a mental count of the Dommes who are regulars at the club. Judy sometimes invites a man to play with her and her little Elysia. Mistress Meredith loves taking on newbies; she also works here as a DM sometimes. But…I'm not sure where that would leave Evangeline.
"No. No," he
says softly, shaking his head while keeping his eyes downcast. "I liked it—I mean, I didn’t mind when you—" He gulps and his cheeks turn a shade darker. I will my cock to stay down. Not that it's easy. With his vulnerability and Evangeline literally sitting on my cock…fuck. "When Lina and I discussed all this and talked about asking someone for help, it was kind of implied that we'd turn to a male Dom." He shrugs with one shoulder.
"What else have
you discussed?" I'm curious. Something about this submissive couple pulls me in. There's a challenge, and I haven't had one in a long time. I need to be sharp, focused on two people at the same time, and pay attention to everything.
Like right this very moment, for instance, when Evangeline is subtly tilting her head toward Nicholas and Kayla. She can hear them—hear that Kayla's got her Daddy hard again
, that she's sucking him off for all she's worth—and Evangeline wants to see. I feel it in her body, too. The way she shifts, the way her breathing has picked up slightly, and the way she presses her thighs together. Perhaps there's a voyeur in my kitten.