Allure

Chapter Sixteen

One month later
Matteo's POV

I'm typing an email at the desk in my home office when my phone alarm goes off.

8:00 pm- Meet Heather @ club

Damn, time really slipped away from me today. I usually work from home on Fridays, which is nice in theory but usually results in me working far later than I would in the office. I close my laptop, gently lifting a sleepy cat from my lap so I can stand. Heather agreed to stay here with me for the duration of our contract, under the condition that her cat, Yoshi, would take up residence here as well. I was reluctant to agree, picturing my furniture shredded and the dreaded smell of cat urine as my future, but Yoshi has surprisingly been a welcome addition. He's very well-trained, and mainly just sleeps and wants affection.

He follows me as I walk down the hallway, rubbing against my legs as I stop by the console table by the front door to grab my keys. I reach down and ruffle his fur before shutting off the lights and locking up. "Sorry bud, gotta go." I tell him. I internally roll my eyes at myself, not fully believing that I really just spoke to a cat. I'm going soft. I chuckle to myself, stepping into the elevator.

Traffic is terrible, and I'm not in the best mood by the time I finally arrive to the club, 20 minutes later than I originally planned. I walk in and check my coat, slipping the ticket into my pocket as I enter the bar and dining area. Instantly, my eyes lock onto Heather, deep in conversation with Becca, who sits next to her in the booth, perched on Peters lap. I start making my way over, and she turns, making eye contact with me. I raise my eyebrows, continuing to walk as I watch her face flush. She gracefully slips out of the booth, falling into her submissive kneeling posture, waiting patiently for me to arrive.

She's made wonderful progress in the last couple of weeks, and we have settled into a nice groove. No major mishaps, aside from the day we went shopping. I smirk to myself, remembering the way she broke so beautifully for me after taking her punishments. I finally reach the table, and I lean down slightly, running my hand through her hair. I tug gently and she looks up at me, her big blue eyes gleaming with submission and excitement. "Up." I say with a smile, helping her into the booth. I slide her up onto my lap, and greet Peter and Becca. The four of us spend quite a bit of time together at the club, and I really enjoy seeing Heather and Becca interact. It's really good for her to have other friends she trusts in the community. "To help her transition when your contract is over..." A voice in my head nags. I feel a pang in my chest at the thought, and push it aside, focusing on the conversation taking place in front of me.

Peter is enthusiastically telling Heather about a demonstration he and Becca will be providing this evening on the main stage. The club, aside from serving as a play space, strives to be a place that people can learn about kink. Many experienced members sign up to hold workshops and preform demonstrations for the newer members of the club. Tonight, Peter and Becca will be providing an overview of flogs and whips, going over the different types as well as proper techniques and safety precautions. I shift my gaze to Becca, who's blushing profusely on Peter's lap. I smile, and direct my attention to Heather, who seems extremely interested in what Peter has to say. "Seems like we'll have to attend this workshop, hmm Pet?" I murmur into her ear, snagging the lobe gently with my teeth.

She giggles, nodding enthusiastically. "Well, we'd better go prepare." Peter says, helping Becca out of the booth. "See you guys in an hour. Well, I guess we won't really see you, but you'll definitely see us." He shoots a wink at Heather, leading Becca away. I slide Heather off of my lap, turning to look at her. "I missed you," she says softly, biting her lip. I laugh gently, reaching out to stroke her hair. "You saw me this morning," I remind her. She pouts. "Yea, but only for a minute." I roll my eyes, pinching her cheek affectionately. "Clingy little sub." I tease, but in the back of my mind, warning bells sound. We've gotten much closer over the course of the last month, and it's getting harder to toe the line between a proper dynamic and something more, especially with her living with me. She stays in her own room, of course, but seeing someone every day, you're bound to develop some form of an attachment. I steel myself, struggling to tug myself out of the tangled web of my own thoughts.