"That son of a bitch is rotting in jail. Rebecca doesn't need superheroes. She needs men who'll love her for who she is. Now, I'm asking you if you're prepared to fight for the woman you both want?"
He waited for their answer. The two men stared at each other before shaking his hand. They agreed they'd wait a few months before visiting her the first time. Demon finished his drink and drove home.
Dominic Green was gone. Rebecca would be cared for, and in his bed lay the woman who owned his heart. Anne was cooking in the kitchen. She handed him the travel tickets he'd requested.
He made his way upstairs. Violet looked peaceful. He pulled his shirt over his head and snuggled up against her.
Minutes passed before she opened her eyes.
"Hello," she said, her hand coming to rest on his.
"Hello. Did you sleep well?"
"I had pleasant dreams."
"Do you feel up to traveling?" he asked.
She looked up at him.
"Because I've got two plane tickets, first class, to Las Vegas. I want to get married to you tonight. What do you say?"
He waited for her answer, more nervous than he'd ever been before in his life.
"Do I have time to pack?"
"I don't know if I'm ready for this," she said. Demon took her hand and kissed her knuckles. The gold band on her finger delighted him. He'd taken her to Vegas to seal the deal. Violet Ashwood was his wife, to be his woman for the rest of her life.
"The fact you're coming with me is a pleasure. If at any time you want to leave, we'll leave. The fact you're making a point of trying to understand means more to me than anything else." He parked the car in his own reserved spot near the club. The security at the front door let him straight in. He noticed the looks his wife got, the men practically drooling to get more of his wife's attention. Smiling, he pulled her in front, wrapping his arm around her waist. Since Dominic Green had taken his wife and his friends had saved her, Violet trained with Tate and Sean once a week.
He would be taking Tate and Kevin to visit Rebecca soon. The visit unnerved him as he knew how skittish she could be.
"I'm excited," she said.
Demon smiled as they moved farther into Ravage. She'd agreed to give his club a try. They'd been through so much, and the fact she was willing to see another side of his life pleased him.
There were other club members present on the main dance floor. He steered her past them, through a corridor, and down to the main part of the club. At the front, it was for the people who played a little bit. Deeper into the club you went the stronger you were in the lifestyle. He'd warned the other Masters before he arrived about Violet and her lack of knowledge. They'd agreed to allow her entrance with the understanding that the next time she came, she came as his sub prepared to do a scene for them all.
Tonight, she would see what it meant to be a submissive. Tonight, he would get his answer.
A woman wearing nothing but a collar seated them in his booth. The main room was held for particular scenes. This scene would be played by one of the leading Doms. James was a master when it came to the lifestyle. Demon had full respect for the man. The woman who claimed his heart would be in for a lifetime of love and devotion.
The lights dimmed.
"What's happening?" she asked.
"You're about to see what it means to be a real submissive." Demon moved so she could sit between his legs. The booths were designed for maximum comfort. James and a woman Demon didn't know walked out.
He watched the scene unfold. The unknown woman knelt on her knees in the center of the room. The only sounds came from the two in the middle of the room. The suspense-filled every corner.
James circled the woman and talked about her punishment. They played the part of the husband and disobedient wife. She'd fingered herself without his permission. The punishment was twenty strikes with a whip. He moved to the end of the room where the tools of punishment lay. Demon felt his cock stirring as he imagined using a similar tool on Violet's full, round ass. She'd look fucking hot with a red stripe from a whip.
The Master sat on a chair and forced the woman to sit across his lap. To begin, he fondled her pussy and pushed his fingers in her cunt. Violet moved between Demon's legs. Glancing around, Demon rested his hand on her leg. She jumped, and he smiled. His wife was getting horny. He felt it in her body. Chuckling, he watched as James bought the woman to the edge and refused to let her fall over into the peak of ecstasy. She'd come once without his permission. One of her punishments would be a lack of pleasure.
He raised the whip. Demon heard Violet gasp as the whip came down on the woman's ass. Over and over and over again. James whipped her well, the woman squirming on his lap as she took her punishment.
Demon moved his hand up Violet's thigh, beneath the skirt to find her wetness. She turned around, uncertainty in her eyes.
"Trust me."
She lay back against him, her legs opening wider.
He watched the scene unfold. After her punishment ended with the whip, he got her to his. He gave the woman a time limit to bring him off.
As each scene played out, Violet got hotter and hotter. When James sat back on the chair and told the woman to sit on his, Violet began to thrust her pelvis onto Demon's hand. They could see the Master's hard cock sinking inside the woman, the wetness of her arousal glistening at them.
"Do you see how good it can be?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
Demon plunged two fingers as he flicked her with his thumb. She was so fucking hot she threatened to burn them both alive. His cock would have imprints from his zipper for days he was so turned on.
James refused to give her release. Demon saw he was fighting his own.
"She wants him to forgive her. She wants him to reach between them and finger her, to give her the release."
"Why won't he?"
"Because she has to learn he's the only one who can give her pleasure. He owns her; he possesses her. There is no other person in the world but them."
"Like us?"
"Like us, Violet. There is nothing in this world I couldn't give you. I only ask that you let me have this. You let me have this control."
They stared at the couple on the floor. The scene grew hotter. James was smacking the woman's ass, the hard slaps leaving red hand prints wherever he touched.
He felt Violet was at her peak. She was so close to the edge.
"Come for me," he said.
She cried out as her release drove through her. He felt the wetness spill onto his hand. He pressed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
When she came down from her peak, he kissed her on the head.
"Yes," she said.
"What?" he asked.
"I'll be your submissive."
He slammed his lips down on hers. Violet Ashwood was the woman who owned his soul. He would love her for the rest of his life.
The End
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