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  The walls on one side of the club were covered in red satin, and people seemed to be mostly socialising in those areas. The other side was covered in black wooden panelling, adding an air of sleek sophistication.

  There were cages and cordoned-off, three-walled cubicles along one side of the room. One section was just a stretch of wall restraints—ropes, chains and leather cuffs all anchored securely to the wall—and several subs were strapped up there for all to see. It looked as if there was a dance floor down a set of stairs, and a sign announced there were private rooms up on the next floor.

  But the people...

  There was everything from almost cold, efficient play with no kisses or touches, to unrestrained sexual activity. A laughing Domme squeezed her chained-up sub’s scrotum in her fist and I winced, glad that particular torture could never be inflicted on me. He was sobbing, but his cock was rigid with arousal.

  In one of the rooms, I counted at least five people writhing on a huge bed together in various states of undress. Nearby, a Dom was forcing his sub to watch, his hand up beneath her skirt. She was shaking, barely able to stand, her cheeks flushed. As I watched, her knees gave out, spilling her to the floor. The Dom gave a theatrical sigh, pulled her in a stumbling crawl by the hair into the next booth and leaned against the wall before giving her an order. The sub immediately unzipped her Dom’s pants, sheathed his cock in the condom he handed her, then began enthusiastically going down on him.

  I pressed my thighs together to try to suppress the growing pulse of desire in my pussy. All that did was make me aware of how wet I was.

  When I looked up at Marc, he was watching me intently. He grinned. “How are you doing?”

  I swayed against him, unable to resist rubbing myself against him like a cat as my lust grew. “I’m good, Sir.”

  He nipped my earlobe just hard enough to hurt. “Put yourself in that sub’s place. She was on the edge of coming just a minute ago, and now she’s being made to suck her Master’s cock without an orgasm. How do you think she’s feeling?”

  I’d never watched anyone giving head before, and found it fascinating. She was gazing up at her Dom as she sucked and licked his shaft, and from this position I could just about see the raw need in her face, even as she attended to her Master’s pleasure.

  “Put yourself in her place,” Marc ordered, and I trembled, imagining his hand in my hair, his cock in my mouth as I knelt before him with an unsatisfied craving in my pussy.

  Marc cupped my breast and rubbed his thumb over my nipple through my bra. “You don’t have to tell me you’re getting off on this, Eleanor. I can feel it.”

  I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder, concentrating on the sensations rolling through me in ever-intensifying waves.

  “Uh-uh.” Marc turned me so I was facing the rest of the club. “Don’t hide from what you’re feeling. Embrace it.”

  Nearby, Anna winked at me. Even though I was still clothed and she was now wearing nothing but a thong, stockings and heels, I felt a hot flush of embarrassment at the attention, followed by another surge of need, startlingly strong. I pushed my breast into Marc’s hand before I realised what I was doing.

  “An exhibitionist as well as a voyeur,” Marc said softly. He pinched my nipple hard enough to make me gasp, just as the sub giving head succeeded in getting her Dom off. Watching a man I didn’t know orgasm was bizarre, yet so hot...

  A sharp yell called my attention to a nearby cage. A male sub was being thrust inside it by his bearlike Dom, and as I watched incredulously, he began to fight to get out. The Dom slammed the door shut on him, grabbed the sub’s arm through the bars and twisted it. The sub yelped again and suddenly, all the fight drained from his body. He sank to his knees as his Dom released his arm, and the bear stroked his hair before turning and striding away.

  I shivered, wondering if the sub was okay. He’d been fighting so hard.

  Marc commanded my attention again, turning my face to his. “He’s fine. They’ve been together for years, and Finn always fights when Gavin puts him in the cage.”

  “And when he comes out of it. And when I put him over my knee and spank his ass red for cheeking me.” I turned, startled, to find the Dom in question—Gavin—nearby. “Don’t worry, girlie. He’s not in deeper than he can take.”

  “That’s good to know,” I said hesitantly. “Thank you.”

  He looked me over. “Newbie?”

  I looked between him and Marc. “Is it that obvious?”

  “Yeah, but you won’t be new for long. And while you are...” He grinned, showing a row of even white teeth. “You’re very entertaining to watch. In the nicest possible way, of course.”

  “Quit it, Gavin.” Marc reached around me to shake the other Dom’s hand. “She was nervous enough before she got in here.”

  “Marc! How’ve you been?”

  My handsome Dom shrugged. “Ups and downs—you know how it goes.”

  Gavin looked as if he wanted to ask something, but then cast a glance at me. I looked from one to the other, wondering what he could be hesitant to say in my presence.

  “Still in touch with Callie?”

  Marc shook his head sharply. “No. It’s good to see you, Gav, but this isn’t a good time to talk about the past.”

  I kept quiet, though I wanted to demand answers. It didn’t take a genius to work out that Callie was a sub from Marc’s past. I wondered if I should be jealous. Somehow, it didn’t seem like it.

  “Then introduce me to your new companion.” Gavin moved on with an easy shrug and smile.

  “This is Nell, my submissive. She’s not been out on the scene before, but she’s far from a newbie in private by now.”

  Gavin shook my hand formally. “Gavin Brooks. You caught a good man, Nell. Half the subs here would kill to have Marc here as a Dom.”

  “You’re exaggerating.” Marc slid his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him possessively.

  “A third, then.” Gavin grinned. “Speaking of subs, I’m gonna go check on mine. If he’s finished sulking, I might take him downstairs for a while. If he’s not, I’ll haul him back into one of the public rooms and tan his hide. It should be entertaining to watch if you get a second. He does struggle so.”

  I laughed and waved as he headed back over to the cage he’d left his sub locked inside. Marc kissed the top of my head, as if reassuring me.

  I turned to look up at him. “Callie?”

  He sighed, a trace of bitterness in his expression. “It was years ago. I’ll tell you about her, but not tonight. Please, Nell.”

  I smoothed his hair out of his eyes, rubbing at the crease his frown made between his brows in the process. “Okay. Sir.”

  Marc smiled and slipped his hand to the back of my neck again. “Let’s take in a few more sights before I get to work on you.”

  With a nervous glance at the toy bag slung over his shoulder, I agreed.

  A few minutes of voyeurism later, we passed a girl who was bent double over a sawhorse, her ass a deep pink. After a second, I realised Marti was standing in the corner of the three-walled ‘room’, looking over a couple of spanking paddles as if judging their various merits. It was only then that I realised the sub was Anna.

  “Wow. Marti doesn’t waste time, huh?” I murmured to Marc.

  He cast a glance at me, and I added a belated, “Sir.”

  Satisfied, Marc nodded. “They don’t often play here, though. Marti’s not a huge fan of public scenes, but she does the odd one here and there for Anna’s sake.”

  Marti selected the narrower of the two paddles and circled back to stand behind Anna. As she began to wield the paddle with slow, sure strokes, pausing in between each while Anna flinched, I admired the picture the two of them made. Now I was used to Anna’s virtually naked appearance, it was easier not to feel so embarrassed on her behalf. She was clearly loving the attention from her Domme, and the fact that anyone could be watching.

  Marti slapped the padd
le down hard, and Anna yelped. “Motherfucker!”

  I put my hand to my mouth, unsure whether I was smothering a gasp or a laugh. As a fellow sub, I knew she was about to be punished for that.

  Marti immediately rounded the sawhorse and yanked her wayward submissive up by the hair. I couldn’t hear what she said to Anna, but the girl immediately began to stammer what must have been an apology.

  Cutting her off mid-flow, Marti released her and Anna dropped to her knees. I wasn’t sure whether it was instinctive or because she just couldn’t stay on her feet. Marti began to dig around in her toy bag, and pulled out something I didn’t recognise.

  “Not just her nipples getting clamped then?” I hadn’t realised Joy was there until she spoke.

  “What is that?” I asked, staring at the small object.

  “Clit clamp. It hurts, but when it gets taken off and the blood rushes back in, well...” Joy winked.

  I wasn’t sure if I wanted to ask Marc if he had one or run screaming from the club. I settled for a soft, “Oh...”

  Marc just smiled and tugged on my collar again. “Let’s move on.”

  We continued down the row of cubicles, and Marc paused in front of one containing a sub who was bound and suspended in mid-air, upside down. “Wow,” I whispered. What would it feel like to give up control completely like that, to trust the ropes my Dom had tied around me would hold?

  “Interested?”

  “I don’t know if I could handle it. But in theory, Sir...”

  “Good to know.” He pulled me over to a booth with a long bench, which a sub was wiping down while his Domme cleared away a set of canes. They were similar to Marc’s—I had a love/hate relationship with his canes, having felt their sting as both a reprimand and a pleasure over the past few weeks.

  “Kneel,” Marc commanded, and I blinked up at him for a second before complying, my legs shaking slightly. What did he have planned?

  For a couple of minutes, all I had to do was stay there, with Marc’s hand lightly resting on my head. Then I saw two sets of feet pass by, and Marc tapped me on the forehead. “Stand up, Eleanor, and come with me.”

  My brain in a whirl of conflicting desire and reluctance, I followed him into the three-walled room and knelt by his side to wait for further instructions.

  Chapter Two

  “Colour.” The quiet word was a demand, not a request.

  “Green, Sir. I think.” I might have been nervous, but I didn’t need to safeword. I trusted Marc.

  “Good.” He crouched beside me, taking things out of his toy bag within my line of sight. What looked like a genuine equestrian riding crop. A blindfold. A pair of...what were those? They looked like leather opera gloves and had buckles and rings all the way up them. Curiosity made me look up at Marc, who just smiled and resumed his search. A bullet vibrator in its packaging joined the collection of items.

  Shivers chased through my body as I waited for Marc to begin. I just inwardly prayed he wasn’t going to ask me to strip off my clothing.

  “Stand up,” Marc ordered, and I obeyed immediately, my pulse speeding up. Marc turned me to face away from him, and I gasped as I noticed several Dom and sub couples, as well as a few people who looked to be unattached, standing nearby and watching us. None of the other scenes had generated this amount of interest, surely? This was practically a crowd.

  “Sir?” I asked softly.

  “Hold out your arm,” was his response.

  Biting back a frustrated retort, I did as he asked, and he let his fingertips wander over the sensitive spot on the underside of my wrist. That always got me hot. I closed my eyes, blocking out the friendly, curious gazes on me, and let him sheath my entire arm in one of the bondage gloves.

  “What are you frightened of, beautiful?” he asked, his voice just for me to hear.

  “People are staring, Sir.”

  Marc laughed. “I’d imagine they are. This is my first public play in a couple of years, after all. I used to be quite central to the scene. It’s natural people are curious. And I want them to watch me claim you.”

  I whimpered, unable to summon a coherent response. My safeword danced through my mind, echoing and urgent, but I took a few deep breaths and questioned it. Was this really something I couldn’t stand?

  It wasn’t. I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the attention, my arms and legs prickling with goosebumps at the awareness of their eyes on me, but I wasn’t panicking, wasn’t even properly distressed.

  I could take this. For my Dom.

  Marc tightened the final buckle to hold the glove tight against my flesh, then dropped a light kiss on my shoulder. “Other arm.”

  While he repeated the process, I concentrated on the sensations of his fingers against my skin; the smooth, soft leather; the jingling buckles that tightened one by one so my arm was fully encased. Once Marc had finished, I let my arms drop to my sides, but he wasn’t yet done.

  “Arms behind your back, Eleanor.”

  I made as if to interlace my fingers at the small of my back, the way I usually did when he asked me to do this, but Marc surprised me by dragging a blue satin ribbon over the skin of my neck, then around my midriff. It tickled, but before I could move, he was doing something to my arms. Abruptly, they were drawn more tightly behind my back, not by the wrists but by my biceps. It was only very slightly uncomfortable, and as Marc continued to tighten the ribbon looped through the rings on my gloves, moving lower to draw my elbows almost together, I tried to imagine what it might look like. A corset lacing, perhaps? I’d have to ask later.

  Once he’d tied off the ribbon at my wrists, Marc seemed satisfied and stepped away, leaving me to roll my shoulders, attempting to test my bindings. I couldn’t move my arms from the position he’d put them in, which made me unbelievably aroused. For a moment, I forgot my self-consciousness. There was only me and Marc, and that was all that mattered.

  “Now, Eleanor...”

  He slipped the blindfold I was used to wearing over my eyes, secured it in place, then ordered me to tell him if it slipped at any point.

  Something buzzed beside my ear, and with a shock I realised Marc had turned on the vibrator already.

  “I’m going to use this on you in front of all these people.” All these people I’d been trying to forget—I was all of a sudden humiliatingly aware of them again.

  “Through your clothing at first, because I know you’re shy. But you won’t be shy for too long, will you?”

  “I...” Unable to give an answer I didn’t know, I just bowed my head in submission. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

  “There’s my good girl.”

  Staying to one side of me so as not to obstruct the view of the watching crowd—I was excruciatingly aware of them but extremely thankful that I couldn’t see them anymore—Marc lowered the vibrator to one of my already hard nipples. “How does that feel, beautiful?”

  The vibration wasn’t too severe through my clothing—just a pleasant tickle that nevertheless got my blood pumping harder. “Good, Sir.”

  He teased my nipples with the toy, one after the other, until I craved more, arching my back to press my breasts against the vibe, heedless of the spectators.

  “Is there something you want, Eleanor?” Marc feigned ignorance, though I knew he was absolutely aware of my current soaked and wanting condition.

  “More, Sir... please?”

  “More? But I thought you didn’t want me to strip off your clothes in front of all these people?”

  His voice was loud enough for the spectators to hear, and a short ripple of amusement went through the watching crowd, but even that wasn’t enough to deter me. I wanted more stimulation, more, more, more... “I need...” Unable to vocalise it, I just angled my head in his direction.

  “Say, ‘Please take off my bra and show the whole club my hard, aching nipples, Sir.’“ Marc’s voice was mischievous. He already knew I’d do it, damn him. I’d do anything for his mouth around one of the hard nubs, his tongue t
easing, his teeth nipping...

  I whispered the words for him alone, though I knew the people watching could see my lips moving.

  “These nipples?” He squeezed one through the soft leather bra, then slipped his hand up under it to squeeze the taut flesh teasingly. The electric sensation of his skin against mine made me moan.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He stepped between me and the crowd, pulled down the bra cup and flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot. “These are mine, aren’t they, Eleanor?”

  “Of course, Sir.” Where was he going with this?

  “How about this? Is this mine?” Without warning, he cupped my mound under my skirt, growling in discovery as he found my panties damp and hot.

  I pushed against his hand before I could stop myself, nodding an answer to his question.

  “Just checking you knew that.”

  Leaving me yearning for him, Marc covered up my stepped away, and I swayed a little, disoriented by his absence. He was back within a moment, though, with something cold and sharp that he pressed against my cleavage. Oh, shit.

  “Colour, Eleanor.”

  “That depends what you’re about to do with the knife, Sir,” I said shakily.

  I imagined Marc giving a thoughtful smile to the blade, turning it in his hand so that it glinted for all to see. In my mind, it was beautiful—curved and deadly, and probably some sort of antique. “I was only going to cut your bra’s shoulder straps, since your arms are tied so alluringly—that’s the only way to get rid of it. But since you’ve reacted in such an interesting way...”

  He ran the flat of the blade over my midriff, cool and smooth against my skin. I was surprised by the depth of the fear that ran through me. One accidental move could see me gutted...or it seemed safer to assume that, anyway.

  “Don’t move, or you’ll cut yourself.” Marc ran the point of the knife over one of my collarbones, and I held as still as stone, anxious yet not as terrified as I should have been. Even now, I trusted Marc not to let anything happen to me. As he trailed the knife up the opposite collarbone, I concentrated on my breathing, trying to keep in control.