Back At Their Side (completed)

Part Eleven - 6 Years Ago - Meeting Philip

Flashback 6 years ago - meeting Philip
POV Tara
It was the break before finals and a group of us had gone out to a new club for drinks, I hadn't wanted to as it wasn't really my scene and I disliked drinking but my roommate had dragged me along regardless.
The club was new, no one in our group had been before so when we made it inside it was a eye opener to most of us, a BDSM club here in Oxford, the bar and main area of the club were open and tame but the corridors opening off of the upper levels led to the darker areas of The club. Each corridor flanked with a bouncer who quietly observed and checked only members had access.
I had wanted to leave both excited and terrified of the place, but the group had found a table and had settled in, some paired off and headed for the dance floor and I watched it all whilst nursing my drink.
After a couple of hours I had needed the restroom , asking for directions from my drunk friends, I had wandered down a dark corridor at the back of the dance floor and pushed open the black velvet door expecting to find the restrooms, I had found myself in a private room with beautiful art on the walls and plush sofas surrounding a low table.
I looked round and walked over to another door pulling it open, sighing in relief as I found a bathroom.  This side of the club muted classical music played through hidden speakers and it was relaxing. I grimaced at the thought of returning to the noisy club and found my self pausing in the main room, I stroked a hand over a sofa feeling its softness, maybe a five minute break here would help me recharge before returning to the group.
I had sunk down and leant back against the cushions closing my eyes, relaxing in the peace.
It had seemed like moments but it must have been far longer when I woke up, the music had stopped and there was silence, I hurriedly jumped up and rushed to the door turning the handle only to find it locked, Frantically I looked around there must be a way out, I knew the door to the left was the bathroom I had used, my eyes followed the walls before spotting another door, I rushed towards it and twisted the handle, again it was locked, how long had I been asleep , I knocked on the door and shouted but no reply, I went back to the first door and banged as hard as I could but again no answer, how long had I been sleeping.
I moved back to the sofa and curled my arms around me as I sat drawing my legs up telling myself it would be alright, this was a club there were staff someone would come, my friends would have missed me and would be looking, I had left my bag and phone at the table so had no way of contacting anyone for help.
Dropping my head to rest on my knees I felt the first stirrings of fear and a prickling sensation of being watched, I looked up and around, only now noticing the cameras covering each of the locked doors. I stared at the one facing me feeling exposed and then jumping as a deep male voice asked "who are you"
I looked around in shock but there was no one in the room with me.
"I asked you a question little girl who are you" the man repeated
"I'm lost, sorry I was looking for the restroom and got lost then locked in, I can't get out please help" I said loudly hearing the fear in my voice, shrinking back further into the sofa.
"Your name" the voice demanded almost growling.
"Tara" I cried out.
The silence dragged on as I sat there shivering fearfully waiting.
"Follow the corridor and enter the second room on the left"
"Why, please just let me out..." I started but his voice came again cutting me off.
"Second room on the left Tara, I will be waiting for you"
I heard a click behind me and shakily rose from the sofa towards the door, twisting the handle the door now silently opened allowing me to peak through, there was a deep crimson carpet leading down a panelled hallway, low lighting on the walls and a series of closed doors.
No indication on the doors as to what lay behind them, I tensed and left the room moving forward carefully, the door I had come through closed behind me and I heard the lock re-engage preventing me from going back.
I reached the first door on the right and tried the handle - locked.
Moving on I tried the first door on the left - locked as well, I stopped and leaned my head against the wall breathing deeply to calm myself, I could see the second door on the left it seemed bigger than the rest but I knew this was just my mind playing games, if I tried the other doors further on would they all be locked too, would the mystery voice allow me to go without following his orders. I didn't think so, the voice held power and control it was a voice to be obeyed, again I shivered but not just with fear this time, this club played to my deepest fantasies, no one knew what I dreamt of at night, this mans voice had awakened those fantasies and I was both terrified and aroused.
I felt the familiar prickle of being watched and tensed expecting his voice but nothing came. I looked around trying to spot the camera but could not see one. Shaking my head I again looked back at the door which was now in front of me, I wasn't even sure how I had got there, but I had.
Do I knock or just go in, again I hesitated before raising my hand and gently knocking.
"Come" the voice commanded.
I could feel tremors running through my body as I gripped the handle and opened the door timidly looking into the dimly lit room.
A pair of wing backed chairs faced the door, a plush rug on the floor in front of them. In one chair sat a man, I couldn't clearly see his features from where I waited in the doorway but I could feel his presence.
"Come in Tara and shut the door" he commanded me.
I moved forward turning to push the door shut before turning back to face him and moving forward, wanting for myself to be able to see the man behind the voice.
My breath caught as my eyes met his and I was trapped in his gaze.
I stepped onto the rug in front of him, my eyes never leaving his.
"Kneel" he demanded and without conscious thought I did as instructed, basking in the small smile he gave me as I knelt at his feet.
He leant forward closer to me looking me up and down, " my name is Philip and this is my club, why were you in that room?" he asked softly trailing a finger down my cheek before grasping my chin.
"I I...was in the club with friends and needed a restroom...they directed me down the corridor and I ended up in that room, I'm sorry I didn't mean to stay there but it was so peaceful and I just wanted a couple of minutes rest before going back to them...I must have fallen asleep..I'm sorry I didn't know it was private" I whisper.
"Do you make a habit of entering private areas" he questioned.
I dropped my eyes to the floor "no sir"
His grip on my chin had tightened at my words.
"Do you know what type of club this is Tara?"
"Yes" I replied
"Does this interest you Tara, I watched you and although I can see your fear, I can see beyond that, you're intrigued, you're curious but are you brave enough to give up control to someone else to submit to another's will, to my will"
At his words my eyes jerked back up to his "yes Tara you have caught my attention and that's rare, do you want to come into my world with me." He questions keeping a firm grip of my chin.
I shiver at his words, my heart racing but fear rules my answer "I..I..can't, I'm sorry, I don't know how to do this, please let me go home"
He releases me at my words and I sink a little as he gets to his feet towering over me, I start to rise but his voice stills me
"Stay" he commands
"Your friends have left you here, do you have your bag, your phone, a way of getting home?" He questions circling around me before continuing "and you used a private VIP room without permission, how do you intend to pay for that?"
My head bows "please, I didn't know" I whisper.
"That's no excuse in a club like this but I understand it was a mistake so I am prepared to offer you a deal" he is standing behind me now but I can feel his eyes on me as I wait silently for his offer.
"A weekend of your time" he tells me.
"No, I can't" I reply softly, shaking my head.
"That room is £10,000 per night, that is my deal, you pay one way or another, your choice"
I twist to look round at him " that's crazy, you can't do this, I didn't know, please don't ask me for this"
"I won't negotiate this is your only deal"
"what do you want from me" I cried
"You, I want you" he tells me
I looked at him shocked "me, why would you want me" I asked confused, he gazed back at me "so innocent" he murmured "do you not see how beautiful you are, so innocent, so submissive already, a little training and you would be beyond perfect, I would collar you to keep you safe, I would bring you pain to increase your pleasure" he stepped closer and wrapped his hand around my throat gently squeezing "just two days, a weekend of your time and then if your not interested then I'll let you go" he coaxed.
"Do you promise" I asked torn by my body's needs.
He moved round to face me moving his hand from my neck down my arm and lifting me to my feet, looking down at me, "it's your choice Tara, will you join me?"
I looked at him and shivered before giving him the response he wanted "yes".
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After I had said yes Philip had swept me off my feet both literally and figuratively, he had called his driver and had taken me home, holding my hand the whole journey before kissing my hand and letting me go.
I had gone straight to bed, ignoring my roommates drunken questions but lay awake for hours thinking about what had happened. I did not know how to contact Philip, he hadn't told me and I still didn't have my bag or phone, I hoped someone within our group had picked it up or I would have to return to the club and I was scared to do that, however the following morning my bag had been returned to me by the driver waiting outside for me, turning my phone on I had found Philips number already programmed in. I agonised all week about the deal and what he meant to teach me, I was nervous, excited and equally terrified and totally not ready for the driver to arrive on the Friday evening to collect me for my weekend. I had heard nothing from Philip all week until Friday afternoon when he had sent me a text telling me the driver would be there at seven to collect me and that I should bring an overnight bag. By the time I had climbed in the car I was a wreck and couldn't stop shaking as we headed towards the club.
Philip had met me at the door and we had returned to the room I had first met him in, a light supper and champagne waited and through stilted small talk I gradually started to relax, Philip had given me copies of the club membership agreement to read through and had answered my questions, I was shocked when he had produced a diamond studded collar and buckled it in place but to my amazement it had felt so right when he did it, that I did not complain, then he had taken my hand and showed me around the private areas. My curiosity quickly overcame my discomfort with the open sexuality on show and I felt myself getting turned on and I knew Philip was aware of my arousal.
My lack of any sexual experience however was a barrier for me and I couldn't relax fully, I had grown up planning on keeping my virginity for my husband, my friends at university had teased me about it and now facing Philip my body and mind were at war, eventually I had blurted it out to Philip who had simply smiled and told me there were other ways without losing my virginity that he could show me the pleasure and I had let him.
By the end of the weekend he had ruled me body and soul and I was rethinking all my previous thoughts about my virginity. I agreed to a second weekend, then a third and that was the weekend he introduced me to Matt, his best friend who he shared everything with, the clubs was theirs, they had grown up and gone to school together, they shared the apartment, Matt had been away working but was now back and Philip wanted to expand my knowledge of his world and include Matt in our activities, I had panicked and run, feeling that Philip did not want me, he had been furious three hours later when they finally found me and had held me all the way back to his home, Matt watching us.
That night my collar had been tighter and my training firmer as Philip brought me to the brink of pleasure again and again only to hold it back each time I got close, I had begged, told him I would do anything and I did, I agreed Matt could join us, the double stimulation of their voices, their commands, their hands took me higher than ever before and when I had as lying in my post orgasmic bliss Philip had demanded that we get married and I had said yes.
The following day he moved me into their apartment, the following weekend we got married, the wedding night he took all of me again and again showing me that he had been very gentle on me up to then and I loved it, loved him and soon with their encouragement I loved both of them.
I hadn't told my father I had married Philip, he was away when it happened and I had chickened out of telling him over the phone, and as far as my friends were aware I was just living with Philip.
And then it had gone wrong, first the attack in the apartment when I had been studying then the hate from his sister followed by the attack at the house, it had made me tense anytime anyone raised a hand, it affected my mental health and our physical relationship, I know both Philip and Matt were concerned for me but I didn't know how to tell them what happened, didn't think they would believe me over their own family, so I had lied told them I didn't love them and wanted out of this lifestyle, I had broken down in tears and Philip had made a deal he would let me go for a time to think about what I wanted but I had to leave the country, my return would be considered my agreement to start again. I had agreed thinking he would soon forget me but he hadn't, they hadn't.