City Of Need

🔥🔥🔥22 ❤️‍🔥 Soul Taker (Edit of The Club)

Hey Wild Ones,
You may have read a slightly different version of this chapter before. It was called The Club, and was in Part 2 - Seventeen Punishments). It has now been adapted for this story as it was the perfect fit. 💋
Love Always,
Violet 💜💫🔥
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London

Roxy looks gorgeous tonight. She's wearing the collar I gave her and the mask I bought her for the occasion, along with the outfit I told her I'd like her to wear. She's had a crappy day. What with the kitchen fire and the imminent arrival of her sister's boyfriend. When I called her earlier, she released a rant down the phone and told me everything that has been going on.

I've only been gone for two days. It's remarkable the amount of drama she's attracted in that time.

I wanted to get her back on track and feeling good. Take away all the shit she's dealing with. In order to do that I needed to get her out of her comfort zone.

She wasn't sure about tonight, she's never been to this club before, but she'd heard about it from Jemima. Apparently Jemima brings her subs here when she wants to get them in line, when she wants to show them who's in charge. I guess it put Roxy off the place. I told her that it would please me if she came, appealing to the Good Girl in her. It seems to have worked... so far. I thought she'd like the idea of a masquerade ball. I know I do. We're both wearing Venetian masks so there's no danger of either of us being recognized.

It still doesn't stop her acting like a brat right now though...

'Stupid heels. Why is it you like them? I'd be much happier my thigh high boots. But here I am, in the heels you asked for, with the short black skirt and the tight white shirt, just like you said.'

'And the collar,' I smile. 'You look beautiful in your collar, Baby Doll. Thank you for wearing it for me.'

'Hmm,' the corners of her mouth lift, ever so slightly as she fights back a smile. 'It's the only part of the outfit that feels comfortable.'

My heart soars at that.

The club is hot. Music loud. People chat or dance, or sit and drink. It appeals to a particular crowd. People like me, like Roxy. Those of us with a darker side. Still it's a lot to take in the first time.

All eyes are on Roxy, assessing her.. She keeps yanking at the hem of her skirt, willing it to grow longer.  I guess me taking her knickers off in the cab and stuffing them in my jacket pocket is not helping her feel less like bait

I squeeze her hand, 'Stop it, Roxy. You look perfect.'

'I wish I'd worn my jeans,' she huffs.

'Strike one, Baby Doll.'

'What? Why?'

I raise a brow and say, 'Settle down now. You keep answering back, and I'll have to put you over my knee in front of all these people. And don't forget you still owe me eleven strikes from the basement.'

She bites her lip. 'I thought you had forgotten about those.'

I stare at her coldly for a moment and then dismiss her by looking away. My eyes land on the stage, at the front of the club. I can't help a grin from crossing my face. 'If I do need to punish you, it will be up there, where everyone can see you. Would you like to put on a show?'

Her mouth drops open.

'Use your words, Roxy. Is that what you want?'

She shakes her head. 'I'll be a good girl, Sir,' she says in her sweetest voice. So sweet, in fact, that I don't believe her. 'I promise,' she adds for good measure.

'I know you will Baby Doll.' I snake my hand snaking up her back, into her hair, wrapping it tight. Making her gasp. 'Because if you're not we'll leave and go to the basement.'