Heir Reigns

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*SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING*

"All is fair in love and war." -PLAZA

ATALIA

I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking a million things at once about the outfit that I had picked out, but I had no time to second-guess myself. It was either this and feeling self-conscious about my choice or making myself late and probably hating my second outfit even more.
I decided to stick with my first option.
Just then I started to get a call from Valerie, my best friend.
"Hey," I answered on the second ring. "What's up?"
"Are you ready? The Uber is like 2 minutes out from your place," She sounds exasperated.
"Yeah, I'm getting my purse and I should be downstairs by then," I reassured as I walked out of my bedroom and started to gather my things.
"Ok, cool," She paused, mumbling something to the driver. "See you soon, love!"
She didn't let me respond and hung up quickly.
I stared at the phone for a second and then kicked into high gear to rush out the door. I took the elevator down to the main lobby of my apartment complex and tried to speed walk to the main entrance, but almost tripped due to my inexperience in high-heeled boots. Or high heels in general.
Embarrassing.
I spotted Valerie practically hanging outside the Uber, trying to get out of it.
"Oh, good," she exclaimed as soon as she spotted me. "And what is this little outfit that you're wearing?!"
Oh, no.
I become overly aware that I'm wearing something so revealing compared to the modest clothing I usually wear, which consists of multiple forms of comfy clothes that gym rats would wear, which is valid considering I do pilates like religion. However, this was very form-fitting, revealing, and all-black.
"Where did you get all of that? I know it wasn't your damn closet, that's for sure," She let out a loud laugh and grabbed my hand to spin me.
I blushed and felt very exposed, but still flattered by her response.
"I went to a boutique in the heart of the city," I muttered, feeling somewhat embarrassed. "Is it too much?"
"Are you kidding? You look stunning," Val reassured. "You'll fit right in."
"Thank you, Val. You look gorgeous as always," I smiled, feeling thankful for my best friend.
"Ugh, I feel like a cow, but thanks babe," She rolled her eyes and pulled her top up, already struggling to keep herself in it. "C'mon, we gotta go."
With that, we hop in the car and start the drive to the club that Valerie was so eager to drag me into.
"So, what was this place called, again?" I asked, fumbling with my fingers feeling the sweat appearing.
Valerie pulls out a compact from her purse and readjusts herself, "French Vanilla. It's supposed to be ironic."
Let's pretend we don't know exactly what she's talking about.
"I don't get it," I let out a nervous laugh that hopefully she buys.
"Yeah, 'cause you're French Vanilla, babe," She laughed as she felt confident in her fixes, shut the compact, and turned to face me. "Regular sex in the BDSM world is called 'vanilla', right? So they called it French Vanilla because it's far from it, basically an inside joke if you look at it."
I'm giddy at the fact that Valerie wanted to drag me into this. I know what she is into because she doesn't believe in "too much information", she's very explicit, but I'm not very experienced in the sexual world at all. Although BDSM has always caught my attention, ever since I stumbled upon it when I was yearning for intimacy. I picked up too many erotica books from my favorite bookstore and dove into that lifestyle that didn't match my appearance. I'm not even sure of what the hell I'd be into, but I do know that it ignited something in me I couldn't explain and I was eager to experience something, anything. There's only been one person in my past and it wasn't ever anything to be excited about. I don't understand the fascination with sex, from what I know, it's so dull and plain awkward. Bdsm could be a big letdown as well, yet I was still eager to try it.
"So funny," I replied, trying to sound not enthused at all.
"Will you lighten up?" She grabbed my leg and shook me. "We're going straight to the bar when we get there because you need a few."
"Val, what the hell would I be doing in a sex dungeon?" I explained. "God, like what exactly are we getting into?"
She gave me a devilish smile that we both laughed at.
"Since you're new, they're going to ask you what you're into and give you bracelets corresponding to that. They shine in the light, so it's not subtle at all, which is why I told you to wear no long sleeves since that's all you hide in. I'm making you a target," She let out another loud laugh, this was very amusing to her. "And then that's how you get approached because you're attracting someone who's into what you're into."
"I don't know what I'm into," I laughed. "Is there a bracelet for that?"
"Yeah, it's light blue actually," She smiled. "But I'm telling them for you, so don't worry about it."
The anxiety lessened a little bit, knowing that I wouldn't have to embarrass myself right at the entrance, but then felt uneasy knowing that Valerie wasn't going to let me get away with being undecided.
God, what did I let myself get into?
"What else?" I asked, needing to know if I was going to be in danger or not and plan a quick escape if I had to.
"They have multiple rooms, the first main room is for socializing, of course, mingling, dancing, etc, nothing serious. The second room is for scenes, specifically for voyeurs, exhibitionists, sadists, and masochists-"
I interrupted her, "Scenes?"
She crossed her legs and smiled, "Yeah scenes, you have to reserve it in advance but if you're a dom you get to show off your sub and what goes on in your 'play time' if you will, and have an audience for it. The third room is for," She cleared her throat and whispered. "Sexy time."
My jaw dropped and I whispered back, "Actual sex?!"
She nodded.
"You know for a trial run or if you're owned already, to get a quick session in," She flipped her hair and laughed. "Anyway, the fourth room is for educational purposes, it's a lot quieter in there and they have lectures about certain kinks, those you have to reserve a spot for too. After that though, it leads up to the back of the building where there's a patio and another bar. Another mingle hotspot. That's about it."
"That's a lot to take in really," I sighed.
"You'll feel better about it once you see it."
As soon as she finished her sentence, the Uber began to slow down and turn on his hazards.
"Am I in the right place?" He asked in a thick accent, I couldn't distinguish its origin.
"Yeah, this is fine," Val answered before I could.
It looked like we were in the middle of nowhere.
"Val?" I asked, concerned if she knew where we were.
"It's right there, we're fine," She reassured.
We both thanked the driver and exited the car. Valerie took my hand and led us to wherever this building was.
We entered an alley and I suddenly felt more vulnerable and exposed, but her confident stride didn't waver. We approached a dimly lit staircase underneath a building she let us down and knocked on the door three times.
A window slid open and we were met with a man's eyes, painted black, "Yeah?"
"Vanilla is the worst fucking flavor," Valerie responded.
The man wasted no time and shut the window, opening the door right away.
"Come on in, ladies," He welcomed, his demeanor softening once he realized we weren't lost strangers.
I stared at him for a brief moment to see that he was wearing only a black jean vest cut off at the sleeves and black jeans. There was another guy behind him who looked more like a bouncer with a bigger build, wearing a black t-shirt and pants to match, tucked into a leather belt.
We walked further and were greeted by what looked like a receptionist.
A receptionist? At a place like this?
"Hey girls," She smiled big and stopped typing as we approached. "What are we here for?"
"Hi gorgeous," Valerie used her 'Valerie Charm' that I had grown so used to. I took that as my cue to look around and notice the architecture of the room. You could hear music blaring in a distant room, muffled by the walls. I became so focused on it that I must've zoned out what Valerie and the girl were talking about.
The receptionist mumbled something that I couldn't distinguish.
"Atalia," Valerie pulled my arm, snapping me back into reality.
"I'm sorry, what?" I focused my eyes on the girl.
"Your wrists please," She repeated herself, giving me a soft smile.
I placed them on the desk and she laced a glowing pink bracelet on one wrist and then a glowing yellow one on the next.
I looked confused and stared at Valerie's, she had a glowing purple one and a glowing green one. Completely different from mine.
"Alright, you girls are all set, enjoy yourselves! And do remember to let staff know when someone is giving you a hard time, they'll be kicked out immediately, no questions asked, we have a strict consensual policy."
"Thank you so much," Valerie smiled and grabbed my hand again, leading us somewhere else.
"What do your bracelets mean?" I asked, once out of hearing range from the receptionist.
"Well, most of the time I wear red and gray ones, red is the color of a Dom/Domme and gray is for having a pay kink," She glanced at me and looked somewhat embarrassed. "I never told you this, but I'm here constantly and I find guys willing to get dominated just to pay me. I love it. They're called pay pigs."
"Valerie!" I laughed, surprised by her boldness.
"BDSM isn't all about sex, you know?" She laughed.
"So what do those mean?" I asked, again.
"Purple is a brat and green means 'yes to anything'," Valerie said matter-of-factly, like I was supposed to understand what that meant practiced.
But god, I wanted to know what all of it meant so badly.
"I'm not going to leave you, but Jesus, I want to get fucked tonight. I'm wearing a butt plug, for god's sake," she sounded annoyed.
"Well, the last thing I want to do is cock-block you," I laughed, a bit stunned by her confessions.
This was Valerie; unfiltered, anytime, anywhere.
The music grew louder as we came towards the end of the bend and were greeted with a big arch entrance into the club area. Dark blue lighting was the main color, only lit with a few tiny spotlights waving around and neon lights of other colors following the same motions. The bracelets flourished in this lighting, impossible to miss. There were two security guards at the entrance and one of them gave me a nod as Valerie pulled us through, it was decently filled with people. The girls and a few guys were naked. Others wore masks and some in full latex.
Valerie was right,  I look like I fit right in.
I didn't even get the chance to ask her what my bracelets meant and staring into the club, I could see that only one or two people were wearing a light blue bracelet. It was still easy to distinguish people's faces and bodies, it wasn't completely dark and the electronica blasting made it difficult to hear anything.
We finally reached the bar and Valerie let go of my hand, yelling something to the bartender.
I suddenly felt exposed and clasped my hands together to soothe myself.
Just then I felt a giant shove from behind me, pushing me forward into Valerie and almost knocking us over.
"HEY!" A man boomed as Valerie turned to look at who pushed into us, the disgust was written all over her face. She glanced at me and shook her head as she turned back to the bartender, possibly to complain.
The man who had yelled grabbed the guy making a scene and led him out. I felt much better knowing it was the security guard and knowing that they do keep an eye on things.
Valerie turned back to me and handed me a drink, it looked like a tequila sunrise.
"Drink up, it's free," She yelled.
"How'd you manage that?" I asked, smiling.
"Bartender felt bad that we almost got squished," we both laughed. "Hopefully he's the next thing filling me up tonight."
"Valerie, control your estrogen, god!" I laughed.
She laughed with me and we couldn't stop for a good two minutes.
I took another chance to look around and noticed a group of people sitting at what looked like a VIP booth or lounge towards the other side of the room against the back wall. There was even a fancy red velvet rope surrounding it. I was intrigued by the people in there and decided to watch them for a bit while Valerie went to order another round of drinks and happened to have gotten distracted by the bartender, yet again.
At that moment, I noticed a man sitting very visibly on the longest booth, staring down at the dance floor. His arms were sprawled out along the backside of the booth and his legs were spread out wide. It looked like an invitation for someone to sit on his lap, he also reeked with authority and confidence that I could see standing from way over here.
I blushed at the thought.
He was wearing a black balaclava with horns on it. His necklaces glowed in the lighting and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Only two big chains crisscrossed around his torso, which looked heavily sculpted from even this distance. He wore black pants and big black boots from what I could see.
He started readjusting his position and I flickered my eyes back to his face. He was now resting his elbows on his knees and I could've sworn that he was looking... right. At. Me.
He tilted his head slightly and I took it as a command to look away immediately.
Suddenly, I was feeling embarrassed and flustered at the same time. There was no way he was looking right at me. Right? I ran behind Valerie for consolation and snatched my drink from her while she was too intrigued with the bartender. I needed it more than she did, I might've caught the wrong attention.
I've always been timid about my sex life, but that guy's stare felt so hot and I was suddenly craving his authority and thinking of disturbing scenarios that didn't suit my personality.
Oh, God. What the hell are you thinking?
I took the seat next to Valerie and started drinking my drink a little too desperately. Maybe coming here was a big mistake.
Then why are you so excited?
Maybe all I want is someone to put me in my damn place, but how would I know?
I stare at the bottom of my drink and groan with anxiety, downing them at the rate I was wasn't hitting me fast enough.
"Bartender," I hear a raspy deep boom from behind me. "Two of what she's having."
I stare at the floor to see if I can catch a glimpse of who the fuck he is.
Black boots, black pants, and I could see the chiseled torso with glistening chains.
I feel the heat rise into my face.
Oh, no, what have I done?
"A lil more north sweetheart," He demanded, his tone sounding very cold but so erotic.
I lift my head to look at him slowly, but Valerie whips her head around so fast, finally being torn away from the bartender.
"And who are you?" She asked, very protective like.
"I don't recall talking to you, brat," He commanded without hesitation, keeping his stare on me, and then slowly turned to Valerie. He glared at her with fire in his eyes. I could see Valerie weakening. "I'm speaking to her, not you. You can turn back around."
I saw something in Valerie shift, her whole demeanor became intimidating and challenging.
Valerie, what the hell are you doing?
He looked to be 6 feet fucking tall, towering over both of us. His presence alone made me feel threatened but erotically charged for some unknown reason and Valerie wanted to challenge him?!
"And if I don't?" She asked very provocatively.
"Someone will deal with you," He affirmed, confidence not wavering as he returned his stare to me.
"Here are those drinks," The bartender interrupted as I grabbed it and frantically took a swig.
The tension was so damn high, I wanted to squirm in my seat. He was making me feel small and like I should be pressed against a wall to escape his powerful stare and aura.
"Put it on my tab, Theo," he ordered, not looking away from me.
"Hey!" Valerie interjected, waving her hand in his face.
I saw him shut his eyes in annoyance and I could tell she was testing his patience. He didn't acknowledge her, instead walked a few feet backward to be in view of his booth, put his arm up, did a gun-like shoot with his fingers, and then a "come here" motion.
I barely noticed his wrist. He was wearing a red bracelet.
A Dom. Oh, God, Valerie. What did you get me into?
I grabbed her arm, "What the hell are you doing!?"
She looked at me with reassurance, "Drink more, babe, I'm trying to make sure he's good enough for you."
"How are you so confident? He could kill us!" I pleaded with her.
"That's good, you need that," She smiled and took a sip of her drink.
Oh, I can't believe this woman. She's trying to plan my funeral!
The man was approached by another guy, standing about an inch shorter than him, and whispered something in his ear. He was handsome, wearing a dress shirt that was opened 4 buttons down and black pants with dress shoes.
The man with the balaclava looked more military compared to everyone else and whatever it was about him was damn attractive.
Maybe you're into masks.
And with that, they both started to approach us. Balaclava walked up first and whispered something to Valerie and then focused his attention on me as I saw his friend immediately strike up a conversation with her.
He brought him over to shut her up.
"Let's go somewhere else, yeah?" He asked, staring right into me, but this time it wasn't a command.
"For what?" I croaked.
He turned and leaned his ear closer to my lips as a cue to repeat myself, which only made me more nervous.
"For what?" I asked louder, but I knew it came out shaky.
He leaned back and I could only see him blink, "To talk."
I stared at the floor and then at Valerie, unsure of what to do.
"She'll be fine, you'll be fine," He said. "If you're still unsure, I can bring you right back."
He was being surprisingly respectful.
I paused, looked at him, and nodded.
He turned to his friend, who might've muttered something to him and lifted his mask to down his drink in one go. He slammed it on the table as his mask went back down. I didn't even get a chance to see anything, he did all of it too quickly. He held his hand out for me and I took it, switching my drink to my other hand as he peeled us into the dance floor.
My heart was trying to escape its cavity.
He had the biggest tattoo on his back. It was a cyber sigilism replica of his spine leading up to the back of his head which I couldn't see because of his mask, but he had matching skeleton wings that connected to the back of his arms and shoulder blades making it one massive cohesive black work piece.
Oh boy.
I might look the part, but this man is completely in it.
He led us through the crowd towards what seemed like his booth, but into the archway right next to it instead which I hadn't noticed. The hallway was already getting much quieter as he continued to lead us up a set of stairs. There was another guard there who opened the door that was ahead of us as we walked through.
It was the patio area.
There were cute hanging lights and what looked like very nice, expensive, patio furniture. He sat us down at a table secluded in the corner, making me sit with my back turned to everyone else and my only view was him right in front of me.
I immediately took another drink and put it down on the table.
You're so exposed and vulnerable.
"What's your name?" he asked, his voice sounding so much more attractive now that I could hear it clearly with no other noise.
"A-Atalia," I replied.
"That's pretty."
"Thank you," I blushed, staring down and readjusting my skirt. "What's yours?"
"Call me K," He demanded.
"K?" I found the courage to ask, realizing the tequila was starting to hit me a lot stronger now. "As in the letter?"
Play it cool. You're good.
"Yes."
"Okay," I raised my eyebrows and took another sip.
He didn't answer, he just stared.
He leaned his head closer to me, keeping eye contact and I instinctively looked down.
"Hm," he hummed.
I flickered my eyes at him.
"What?" I asked, suddenly wanting to know what exactly he was thinking, knowing that I was quickly losing my sense of social awareness.
"You're easy to read," he said.
"I doubt that, what exactly have you picked up on from this interaction alone?" I questioned.
"A lot," K beamed, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "I know that you're a lot more intoxicated than you expected and I know that you're new to this. You've never been here before, you're a BDSM virgin."
I stared at him, studying the features under his mask, feeling shocked that he did pick up on a lot.
"If I'm a BDSM virgin, how come I got colorful bracelets then?" I challenged him.
"Tell me which ones which," He ordered, sounding so proud of himself.
Oh fuck. You didn't think that through.
I took another sip and looked away, trying to find comfort in the other people talking outside. I shouldn't have exposed myself so blatantly.
"I thought so," He laughed. "Look back at me."
I do as I'm told and exhale heavily from intoxication and a little bit of embarrassment.
"Give me your hand."
I put my left hand on the table and he takes it in his. His warm skin sent goosebumps down my spine.
"This pink one means 'Submissive'," he motioned for my right one and I put my drink down and gave him my other hand. "This yellow one means 'Little'."
I cleared my throat, "What's that?"
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, "Your friend failed to inform you. Is this something that you're interested in or came for shits and giggles?"
He sounded annoyed.
"No-," I tried to interject, feeling worried about how he was perceiving me at this very moment.
"This is a safe place for people who are actually into this lifestyle, we don't like impostors."
"I'm not an impostor!" I snapped, a little too loud for my liking.
He stayed quiet and stared, while I whipped my head around to see that no one had cared enough to glance at me.
"A little," He said, sounding proud of himself.
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You throwing a tantrum, baby?" K teased in a soothing voice that I enjoyed a little too much.  "Want Daddy to kiss it better?"
Holy shit.
I stared at him with wide eyes, undeniably flustered, and couldn't identify what he was causing me to feel. His voice and body language alone makes my insides twist and fill with butterflies. Within minutes of speaking to him, he has me all figured out and already knows what works for me. I wanted to pout and nod on instinct, but I was still so uneasy about his demeanor and unsure if this was really what I was into, but an introduction seemed too complicated, I wanted him to do what he does and let me decide as we go along if I enjoyed it or not.
Since when do you pout though? He's way too good at this and you're an amateur.
K leaned closer to me, "A little is someone who likes to age regress, they like to have an authority figure tell them what to do and how to do it. A lot of BDSM lifestyles aren't all about sex."
That sounds intriguing.
"So I've been told. Do you really think I'm a 'little?'" I asked, suddenly curious and eager to learn more.
"Yes," He nodded. "I have strict rules though Atalia, but one thing I love is introducing someone to this lifestyle."
Of course, he's experienced.
"You want something with me?" I asked, suddenly feeling hot and flustered.
"Yeah," He stated. "Why not?"
"I wanna see your face."
"Is that the defining factor to this for you?" K laughed.
"Well, no, but I want to know what you look like before we pursue anything, and of course for my benefit. I've been curious about this lifestyle and you know what you're talking about. I want to learn more from you."
"That's fair," K stated and I couldn't tell if he was smiling or not.
He pauses for a brief moment and checks his smartwatch on his left hand when I notice that he's wearing a black bracelet.
Why didn't I notice that earlier?
"What does black mean?" I blurted out without thinking, knowing it was the alcohol that was speaking for me. "And does everyone have to wear two?"
"Extreme," K replied a little too bluntly. "And not necessarily, but it does give people a better view of what you're into."
"Extreme? Isn't green kind of on the same wavelength?" I probed.
"No," He clarified, still not looking away from his watch, probably answering a text. "Green is more in retrospect that you're open to being free-use. For instance, your friend was wearing green and since she's a brat, it means that she's willing to let the dom do whatever he wants with her."
"How is that not classified as extreme?" I asked, crossing my legs.
K pauses and swiftly sits next to me as his cologne suddenly fills my nostrils. I take the chance to admire his shirtless body and feel flustered all over again.
"Let me put it this way: from a dom's perspective, extreme is usually something you discuss with your sub unless you're a shitty master. To simplify it in one word, extreme is borderline sadistic."
Sadistic?
"You're a sadist?" I asked, realizing it came out very condescending.
I'd never been face to face with a sadist before and the only time I've heard of the term was when I watched true crime documentaries describing the serial killer.
He stared down at my lips and then back at my eyes.
"Yeah," His stare turned somewhat cold.
The feeling of being threatened started to creep back into me.
You're inches away from a sadist. This could be dangerous.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound-," I cut myself off. I didn't even know how to apologize for that, or if I wanted to, but I felt oddly unsettled that he openly admitted to something like that and seemed so unfazed by it.
He didn't respond, which made me wonder what he was thinking about once more.
I cleared my throat to ease the tension that was rising.
"How many subs have you had?" I croaked, trying to change the subject.
K shook his head, "I'm not answering that little girl."
Oh my.
"Your demeanor changed as soon as I told you that. Does that scare you?" He questioned, authority leaking out of him once more.
He was intimidating me to the core. Reading me like a book that he could easily skim, staring into my soul, being so precise and calculated with his tone, body language, and words. He's a tactical observer and it's as if the deepest parts of me are already exposed and he's ready to take a bite any second.
"Well, being informed that serial killers are s-sadistic, yeah, it does worry me a little bit," I mumbled, trying to gulp my breath down.
He doesn't say anything right away once again and stares with his eyes that have gone completely stone cold.
I lick my lips feeling highly on edge and like prey that's being hunted. One wrong move and I'm dead. The tension he was creating was cutthroat.
"You say that, but you're breathing so heavily," K says in a dark hushed tone, letting his eyes wander down.
I bite my lip and feel a tingling creeping throughout my body, his stare and voice were threatening, causing me to feel so many things.
His eyes flicker back up to me and his stare looks lethal, I gasp. He leans in closer to my ear and I start holding my breath altogether, waiting for his next move.
"The implication that I'm dangerous is turning you on, isn't it?" K whispers in my ear so seductively and I let out a soft whimper by accident.
"Yes," I gasp.
He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, his mask touching my ear and I feel the heat from it. The temperature was rising between my legs and I squeezed them together to try to keep my composure, but I was already failing miserably.
I feel his hand start to lightly graze my ankle as he slowly trails it up to my waist, trailing the seam of my skirt. I wanted to writhe underneath his touch but felt nervous about moving a single muscle. He lets the pause take effect and grabs my waist with so much force and aggression that I let out another whimper as he manhandles my body closer to his. My legs are being forced to drape over his knee and his naked torso is inches away from mine. My breath quickens. He's humming in my ear as his hand leaves its grasp around my waist and meets my neck. He rubs alongside my throat, his thumb grazing my jawline.
"You're making this too easy, pet," He snarls in my ear as he leans away to stare at me, his piercing green eyes staring right into my soul. Feeding the erotic charge forming in my sex.
"I'm ready," I pant, letting the need show on my face.
He tilts his head slightly to the side, furrowing his brows, trailing his thumb along my lips.
I let them part, taking a deep breath, as I stare into him, knowing that from his perspective, he has a clear view of my panties. I catch him taking a glimpse and flickering his stare back at me. The fire ignited in his eyes, danger and threat written all over him.
He snarls and shoves his thumb in my mouth, his fingers wrapping around my jaw. gripping me aggressively. I instinctively suck on his thumb, trying to be as seductive as my inexperience will let me, looking up at him through my eyelashes.
"Fuck," he groans and I could feel how drenched I was.
A single moment with this stranger and I'm more erotically charged than I ever was with my ex of 2 years.
Is it him or this lifestyle?
I want to find out whichever it was.
"You're not ready for me," K says, still sounding so erotic while he takes his thumb out of my mouth and rests on my chin.
I feel saddened by his words almost instantly and try to beg, "Yes, I am. Show me something, please."
He lowers his gaze, studying me once more.
"Please, K."
Why am I begging a stranger to fuck me? My inhibitions are out the fucking window.
"Begging this early?" He sucks in a big puff of air to show his pleasure. "You're drunk, sweetheart."
And with that, he lets go of me and readjusts me to how I was sitting before, fixing his pants, and looking around at the people around us.
"Wow. You're such a tease," I scoff, letting my annoyance show on my face while I stared right at him.
He stops and stares back at me at the mention of the word.
He glares at my lips before answering, "You sure you wanna say something like that?"
The sudden harshness in his tone let me know I could be in trouble.
"It's true," I enticed. "To touch me like that in front of all these people and then suddenly claim I'm too intoxicated."
I drape my legs over his knee again and start to lightly run my finger down his chest.
He grabs my wrist, keeping sharp eye contact with me before my hand can explore further down. I just wanted to know if he was ready for me too, but he wasn't going to let that happen.
"I'd be careful if I were you," He snarls.
But I wanted to test him, I wanted to see his dark erotic demeanor. He was right, the implication of a dangerous man was turning me on and I didn't want this to stop. I wanted to see what he could do. Such a light introduction and he already ignited something in me so easily.
"I think you're full of it," I coax, taking my hand away from his grasp and running it through my hair.
The liquor was oozing confidence into my system and even sex appeal that I didn't know I had.
"You don't know what I am," He hushed in a dark tone, still trying to subdue me.
I ignore what he says and inch my face closer to his, staring up at him with doll eyes and reaching under his mask, teasing the fabric with my fingers.
He doesn't let me get further once again and instead wraps his hand around my throat. He applies so much force and catches me off guard that adrenaline fills my veins, but there is no mercy in his stare. He uses his other hand to forcefully slap my legs open, pressing me further into the seat by my neck. I instinctively try to grab his arms to lessen the pressure, but he swats them away. K leans into my ear and puts his hand between my legs, strengthening his hold around my throat, and starts to slap my sex over my panties.
"I'm what you call a hard dom, sweetheart," He whispers so erotically. "Do you want to find out what that means?"
I gasp for air, but surprised by my lack of squirming or fighting. Somehow this felt right and very arousing, I think I do want to find out what that means. I was so nervous about him and yet with his attentive dominating personality, I felt so safe, even though he had the power to choke me to death.
"Answer me."
"Yes," I say in between breaths.
He stares into me and gently teases me over my panties. Tracing the parts of me without having to look, as if he was trying to memorize it with his fingers alone. The thought made me weak.
"Let me show you then."
With that he lets go of me and rushes me to my feet, leaving me disheveled and trying to gather myself as he leads us back into the club.
"Hey, man," A guy shouts. "I wanted to keep watching that!"
K gives him a glare and the guy smiles, raising his drink at us, and then winks at me.
Heat rushes to my face.
Oh my god, how embarrassing! You whore! People have been watching us! I knew it!
Being choked had sobered me up a little considering that my body couldn't differentiate the difference between life and death, which only made me think how much hotter that was, but oh my god. I was so socially unaware that we were putting up a free sex show for everyone out here!
But K didn't care.
He still did that to me despite the audience, however, I was way too embarrassed and looked down until we went back inside. I tried to look for Valerie at the bar and in the crowd but saw no sign of her. K led us up another staircase, but at the top was a hallway lined with doors and another receptionist; this time it was someone wearing full latex.

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