The Blood Red and Gold color scheme adorned the place, giving off that elegant look. Mistresses walked around in leather, a leash wrapped around their hands as their pets crawled beside them. Alpha males sat in lounge chairs as they spoke amongst themselves as their subs sat obediently in front or beside them.
This is my life, my desire, and my safe haven.
"Sylas, I haven't seen you around in a very long time, must be a special occasion...or a very stressful day" Finnick smirked as he glanced between Trevor and I. Finnick is a member of the club I have had numerous complaints about, harassing subs and riling up other Dominant males and females. I have been meaning to remove him completely from the club and have him banned for life. However, Finnick's father is a good ally to have in the business industry, I cannot have this current deal be jeopardized by Finnick and his pestering self.
I looked at him unbothered of his comment, my urges were more important than to be bothered by him. "Move" my voice firm, I felt eyes on me as Finnick refrained from moving. Standing there, smirk plastered on his face, he dared me to do something about it.
Therefore I knew better than to give him that satisfaction, other dominants around us stood to help me with the nuisance that is standing in front of me. I held up my hand to reassure them that everything was fine, clearly he didn't know just how much of a dominant I was, how sadistic I can be. Taking a quick glance at a mistress I see her nod in agreement, I focused my attention on him again "Finnick, care for a drink?" His whole demeanor changed. Good. I made my way to my office on the second floor and, I knew for a fact he was behind me.
I opened the door and mentioned him in, he walked in and sat on the couch facing the window that overlooked the club. My blood boiled at how relaxed he seemed to be.
"Get up." Keeping my voice calm had an effect on him. I walked towards him making him stand up. He looked at me with confused eyes, "What do you mean ge-" he opened his mouth to question me. Yet, before he can finish I had my hand on his shoulder and heel behind his knee, with a slight push of a hand and a pull of heel, he stumbled down at my feet.
I looked up at the door and saw Raven, she walked in locking the door behind her. Making her way towards Finnick, she smirked at the sight of him. Hearing her heels clicking against my mahogany floor, Finnick turned to look at her, he quickly tried to stand up but my grip on his shoulder made it impossible for him to do so.
"Let go Sylas! Wait till my father hears about this!" He winced at the pain as his eyes met my dark ones. I looked at him in mock pity, "Oh but that's the thing Finnick, he won't hear a thing" with that I let go of his shoulder and as soon as he made an effort to stand up a crack of a whip was heard, sending him right back down to his knees.
"Finnick, I'd advise you to listen carefully to Mistress Raven" My eyes surely darkened at the sight of the fear in his eyes, "you know how much she loves disobedient subs". With that said, Raven began her fun with Finnick as I watched him wither in pain and heard his cries. As much as he denies it, I know he likes the pain, after all he wouldn't be as hard as he is right now.
"Feel free to use whatever you'd like Raven, you know where everything is." I handed her the keys to the dresser where I had every toy, restraint, and flogger ever made. Walking out of my office, last thing I heard was a moan coming from Finnick. I shook my head in disapproval, with that type of defiance and embarrassment, I would've left any other sub bloody from a crop.
Being that Finnick was the person to defy me, I knew Raven would be perfect for the punishment. Finnick can't say I laid a hand on him, and Raven is the best mistress Chicago has. I met her through Trevor, god knows how he knows her, but she brings in great submissive men and women for other dominants.
I made my way to the bar, immediately a cup of whiskey was handed to me. I didn't bother to thank the boy behind the bar, he kept his head down as he stayed there waiting for any other orders I might like. Waving him off, I turned to look at the crowd. I started to imagine Olivia here with me, imagining her kneeling by my side like the true submissive she is.
Bringing the cup to my lips I took another swig and closed my eyes, vivid images of tying her up on the St. Andrew's cross flashing behind my eyelids. I felt a twitch of excitement below my waist. Slamming the cup down on the bar I stormed off towards the back rooms of the club, these rooms contained everything you could possibly need for any type of role play, every type of machinery, bondage kits, flogs, whips, ropes and chains, any type of outfits that were desired to live out your wildest fantasy.
Walking inside a room with a green light on top, I closed the door behind me, I looked around picturing her bend over the bondage horse, arms and legs restrained leaving her no room to move, staying still, completely at my mercy.
I groaned at the thought of her tied beautifully in shibari knots. Picturing the look of obedience and trust in those caramel eyes.
I couldn't take it anymore. Olivia will surely be the death of me.
Calling in Julia, I prepared everything I needed for what I planned to do with her. I'll just have to picture Olivia in her place.
I heard a soft knock at the door before it opened softly. I knew by now she was on her knees waiting for my instructions. Julia has been the submissive I have been training for the past 5 years. As much as she says she can take it, I can never let myself be too rough with her. She's too fragile in my eyes, and as a sadistic dom, it says a lot about her.
I turned to sit on the chair placed at the foot of the bed, which is placed in the center of the room. Once I sat down, I let my eyes roam her body. Fair milky skin complimented by her bright blue eyes and strawberry blond hair that cascaded down to her waist. She was on her knees both palms placed in front of her, crossed, on the floor.
Her head bowed in submission. Any other day she would've had me completely turned on and ready to play with her, but ever since Olivia, things changed. I wanted to see her bronzed skin, her soft brown locks, to see her caramel brown eyes. See her kneeled before me in Julia's current position.
"Crawl", my voice hoarse.
Her hips swayed as she crawled towards me, once she was between my legs she placed her cheek on my knee looking at me with those blue doll eyes. It made me angry to see her do this. Grabbing a fistful of her hair I stood up hearing her yelp, to anyone it would be enough to let go immediately in concern. However to me, that sound was music, if anything it made my dick twitch. I dragged her over to the pillory, I let go of her hair hearing her whimper.
I place her where I need her to be before clasping the hatch properly so she wouldn't move her head or hands, next I grabbed the spreader bar and made sure they were put on tightly, hooking the bar to the floor she would be unmovable and completely available for anything I will hand to her.
"Julia, you will not speak unless spoken to. You will be still understand?" I whispered as my hand ran up her calf feeling the goosebumps rise. I take my hand off her leg only to let it come down right on her upper right thigh, right below her ass. She yelped with a small jump, the spreader bar preventing so much movement. "Do you. Or do you not understand." I heard her whimper at the sound of my voice. I didn't care if I was projecting my anger out on her. She is for my use. I can do as I please with her and she will not complain. "Yes Master Aquila". I smirked knowing full well just how much fun I'll be having tonight. "Tell me the safe-word." I grabbed my crop.
"Rain"
Taking a few steps back, I admired the view.
"Good girl" I came down with the crop, and she screamed.
