The Secret Life of a Submissive and Bonds of Love: 2-book BDSM Erotica Collection. Sarah K

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СКАЧАТЬ It was like a rabbit warren and I couldn’t get my head around why we were there. People were smoking and drinking at the bar. To one side of the entrance was a flight of stairs going up and another going down, and a corridor leading off to God knows where. The corridor was lined with doors. There were people everywhere.

      ‘I’d been to a lot of clubs but this one felt different. I kept thinking I’d made a big mistake going here on my own, and that I should have waited until Charlie and Greta had been able to come with us.

      ‘But Eva was like, “Relax, it’s a good place. Good people. You will like it.”

      ‘That wasn’t how I felt.

      ‘She took hold of my arm and took me through the bar; I could hear music and I was thinking maybe there was a band. Then we got to another set of double doors. I remember looking down at her and realizing she was trembling, and I wondered what the fuck was going on. I thought maybe she was cold but then she looked up at me, and she was all shiny-eyed and excited. Just before she pushed open the doors, she stretched up on tiptoes and said, “Don’t be afraid.”

      ‘Talk about freaking you out. Then she pushed open the doors.’

      ‘What did you think was going on?’ I asked, hanging on his every word.

      Max laughed. ‘Truth? I hadn’t got a clue. We’d been warned about bomb threats and terrorism – there was lots of bad stuff going on – and because this place hadn’t got a name outside I just kept thinking: I’m walking straight into trouble here.

      ‘Anyway, the doors opened. I had no idea what to expect, but it sure as hell wasn’t what I saw. The room was full of people in all kinds of costumes. It was like a carnival. The music was really loud, and there were strobe lights and a smoke machine. There were people in leather, feathers, bare-breasted, bare-chested; some were dancing. But it wasn’t just the audience that surprised me but what was going on on stage.

      ‘There was a naked blonde woman, built like a dancer, and she was strapped to a frame and being flogged by a huge black guy with a shaved head and dressed as a pirate. Both of them had been covered in oil, or maybe it was sweat, but anyway their bodies glistened under the spotlights, and her whole back was criss-crossed with red welts.

      ‘I didn’t know what to say or where to look – I’d never seen anything like it, not even in magazines. I wondered why nobody was helping her – crazy – so my first thought in a bondage club was that someone really ought to rescue the blonde; but my second was that she didn’t look like she’d thank me for saving her. In a cage next to the frame was another girl, naked except for a cat mask, who had her wrists chained above her head and who was writhing in time to the music. And I got the impression that she was probably next up on the frame …

      ‘I’d heard rumours about clubs like this. I and a gang of the lads from the office had headed for the red light district for a gander the first couple of weeks after I’d arrived, but I had never imagined finding myself in a place like this.’

      Max laughed. ‘I was bloody terrified and for some reason I kept thinking about Nola back at home, saving up for her bottom drawer. I didn’t know where to look. Some of the audience were watching the show, but everyone was treating it like a regular night out, drinking, eating and dancing, as if this sort of thing was perfectly normal, which for them of course it was.

      ‘There were a handful of people dressed in ordinary clothes, me among them, but the vast majority of them were dressed in costumes, fetish clothes, bondage gear, masks, rubber, leather corsets and waistcoats, breeches and boots, all-in-one latex body suits, some almost naked except for straps and buckles – and that included the staff. It certainly explained the coats and the holdalls. It was like Sodom and Gomorrah.

      ‘I looked across and Eva was watching me, probably I think now in case I made a run for it. She asked me if I was OK. I can’t remember what I said but I remember her saying, “You can close your mouth now.” Then we found a table and she waved the waitress over and ordered us a couple of beers. I just kept gawping. At a table just inside the door there were a man and woman eating, apparently completely oblivious to the man and naked woman kneeling at their feet. On the table next to us were two girls, one dressed as an angel, the other as a devil, who were kissing. I asked Eva if it was a brothel and she laughed and said no, it was a club.

      ‘“People like to come here to be who they are,” she said. “They like to get dressed like this and be like this. It’s like a playground for people with particular tastes.” Then she paused and there was a moment when she looked at me and I knew what was coming. “For people like me,” she said. And then – I’ll never forget it – she stood up and started to unbutton her coat. Underneath she was wearing a little dress that buttoned down the front. It was really short, so you could see her stocking tops and suspenders. She was also wearing boots – Eva liked boots.

      ‘And she said, “So you like my new outfit?” with a Cheshire cat grin on her face, and came dancing back towards me.

      ‘I said yes, I think, and then I said, “It’s short.”

      ‘And she said, “It’s meant to be. I have very good legs.” And with that she peeled off her coat and started to undo her dress.

      I stared at Max. ‘And you let her?’ I asked.

      Max laughed. ‘I didn’t have much choice. There was no way I could have stopped her. I kept thinking: this can’t be happening. I was horrified and shocked and turned on – and God knows what else. I jumped up and went to cover her up with her coat, but she shook her head and pushed me away.

      ‘There was an old guy a couple of tables away who was looking her up and down as she was peeling off her dress, and there was a part of me that wanted to punch him and another part that thought: look all you like – she’s mine.

      ‘Under the dress Eva was wearing a leather harness that came round over her breasts, round her waist and her hips. And there was a strap that came up between her legs, with a little padlock on it, like a chastity belt, locking it to a waistband. She looked amazing.

      ‘With a total lack of self-consciousness she rolled up her dress and dropped it into her bag, and at the same time pulled out a collar and lead.

      ‘“Do you want to play?” she whispered, holding the lead out towards me.

      ‘All sorts of things were falling into place: the way she liked to be held down; how physical she was; the way she liked me to fight with her for sex, to pin her to the bed; the way she was constantly pushing the boundaries, trying to provoke a reaction.

      ‘I didn’t know what you called what she was, but I could feel myself reacting to it. I kind of understood it and knew that I liked it, and that whatever she was I was the other half of it. If she was the question, then I was the answer.’

      I stared at Max. ‘You knew?’

      He nodded. ‘Just the same way that you know. So I sat back, crazily calm, watching this mad crazy girl, and she held the collar and lead out again and said, “You want to play?”

      ‘And this time I took it, because there was nothing else that I wanted more. I’d got a hard-on just looking at her. Then she leaned in close and said, “It will be all right. You and I can do anything you like: you can whip me, you can tie me up, you can make me do exactly what you want. I know that you would like to do that. I know that you want to. I can see it in your eyes. I saw it the first night we met. I will love every minute of it. And so will you. I promise …”

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