Chapter Forty-One

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Brooklyn takes the couple downstairs to the Lift's basement. She'd visited this location before, both with her former mistress and with others. This club felt like a safe haven for her to be herself without fear of being judged for who she truly was. Which was a dirty little slut that loved to be humiliated for pleasure.

She noticed Valiana's eyes on her while they were talking. A part of her wondered if she had caught a glimpse of her ex-Mistress doing the same thing. She was completely enthralled by her breasts earlier. Brook wasn't going to get her hopes up about being used by these two gorgeous ladies, though.

Valiana was new to the club and the BDSM scene as a whole. She did, however, appreciate the atmosphere and performances in the club's central area. Regardless of how much Vale enjoyed the performance, she didn't think she'd ever be able to put her girlfriend on a stage like that, nor did she think Deleena would want to. She was filled with envy as the idea of her girlfriend having used these rooms and standing on those very stages in the past entered her mind. She was intentionally flirting with Brooklyn in front of Deleena earlier. The first thing she wanted to do was see if she could get Deleena riled up enough to proceed with her plan.

Valiana continued to drag Deleena along like a lost puppy until they arrived at the stairwell, one she was all too familiar with. When it came to Brooklyn, De wasn't sure what Vale was up to, but the display her girlfriend was putting on for her made her nervous.

Brooklyn smirked and opened the door for them to enter. Given what people did in these rooms, Vale was impressed at how clean and tidy everything was. She shifted her gaze to the women who were exchanging silent glances. Deleena was shaking her head, but Brook had a devilish smile on her face.

"What?" Valiana asked.

"Do you want to tell her, or should I?" Brook asks to Deleena. Val looked at the woman skeptically. Brooklyn goes to speak, and Val puts her hand up to stop her.

"I'd like my girlfriend to tell me." Her voice is stern and it causes the hair on Deleena's arms to rise. She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"This is the room Brook and I..." She didn't finish her sentence, but it was enough for Vale to understand.

De thought her girlfriend would be upset and allow her temper to get the best of her because her ex brought them to the same room Brooklyn submitted to her many times before. But her face stayed expressionless as she released the hold she had on her girlfriend's leash and reached behind the two, closing the door and locking them inside.

Valiana takes a seat in a chair in front of the bed in the middle of the room, resting her right ankle on her left knee and lacing her fingers together. The women watched her, curious about what was happening.

"Show me," Valiana demanded.

"S...Show you w...what?" Brooklyn stutters.

"Show me what you two used to do in this room."

Deleena stands there motionless, not sure if it was some kind of trick. The last time Brooklyn kissed her, Valiana didn't speak to her for what felt like forever after leaving her with no aftercare. In other words, she was pissed. She stares at her girlfriend confused.

"Daddy?"

Vale nods to her and waves her hand. "You have my permission to assume the role of Mistress once more with your sub," she says, smirking. "Show me."

Deleena's stomach churns with anxiety and anticipation at the same time. She approaches her Master and kneels, waiting for Valiana to release her from something more then just her collar. Taking on Mistress did not mean Valia wasn't her Dom still.

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