Chapter 9: Spread Your Knees Wider
Jasper
“Jasper…” Logan began, making me look at him.
I had nearly forgotten about my friend for a second, but as he called me out. It suddenly reminds me that this little creep seems to have hidden a lot of things from me.
“I can't believe you never told me about that, Logan. But now I know, I would really like to find out more about all this.” I muttered.
“This is not something you can jump into so easily, Jasper. Grayson said firmly.
“There are rules, a lot of them and it doesn't suit just anyone. It requires a lot of self-control and above all, respect.”
“Grayson?” Logan mumbled as he turned around to face him, kneeling on the bed.
“I think you were right from the start. Jasper might…I mean, why not.” He stuttered, leaving me confused but his expression suddenly brightened.
“Don't you think he could be granted one-night access to the Sanctuary Of Sin like the first time you took me there?” He suggested with excitement.
Gosh, who is the guy? Where is my innocent friend?
“You were not so nice before, baby boy. Do you think he could handle this? Do you think he will be able to remain quiet and submit for a few hours?” He asked, frowning down at Logan.
“If you let me explain to him the basic rules, I am sure he can do it.” Logan insisted.
“Are you sure?”
“Can you please stop talking about me like I am not here?” I said with irritation and both of them finally turned towards me.
“I am really not sure, Logan.” Grayson said with a sigh.
“Please, master.” He begged in a barely audible voice, pouting his lips and running his hands on his man's chest.
Grayson suddenly seems to melt in front him. Fuck, this is getting better and better.
“Hey, hold on a second.” I interrupted their moment.
I need answers and I am tired of them talking about me as if I was in another room.
“What is that Sanctuary Of Sin thing you are talking about?” I asked.
Logan glanced pleadingly at Grayson who eventually nodded at him after a few seconds of staring.
“The Sanctuary Of Sin is a private area of Quilox. Private meaning that only selected members have access to it. It is dedicated to bdsm only.” He explained.
“Seriously? I haven't seen a mention of that anywhere in the club.” I said thoughtfully.
“You can really become a member on your own and the club doesn't really need advertisement.” Grayson responded.
“Membership is very selective, you need a sponsor to be allowed in. And it takes time and training before you become a member. It is very selective because what happens there, stays there. You see what I mean?”
“What is that happening there?” I asked shyly.
Grayson's eyes darkened as he continued his explanation.
“It is a miniature replica of The Quilox with a similar dance floor, couches, stages, a bar and a lot of gay enjoying some fun. Except they are doing it in a different way and in different outfits.” He replied with a very husky voice that brought goosebumps on my arms.
“Are you talking about sex?” I breathed out.
“It is not only sex, Jasper. Logan intervened, blushing furiously.
“Not all the people there have sex in public.” He added, which made Grayson chuckle.
I know you, Logan and I swear there must be a lot of sex going on in there.
“But then?”
“You need to see for yourself to understand, Jasper.” Grayson said, folding his arms across his chest and staring down at me.
His posture straightened up and his voice hardened.
“But, let me warn you. You will have to follow the rules as if you were a member. Logan will tell you more about them, and you know that I expected you to be on your best behavior and to respect any dominant you might meet. Of course, you are not going to participate in anything, but remember, respect the rules and of the dominants. I will not tolerate any misdemeanor. I
Understood?”
I stared up at him, whatever I was going to say remains stuck in my throat. His eyebrows furrowed and he began to scowl at me. He is expecting a response, but I don't know what I am about to jump in. I am quite excited and for the fun of it. I smiled and spoke.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” He groaned with a smirk and then left the room in silence, leaving a flabbergasting Logan behind.
To be honest, I am not sure about what I am expecting from this night. Like everyone, I have heard about bdsm, but seeing if for real has to be something else. Whatever, it promises a fun and interesting night and I am quite eager to find out about that mysterious club. What bugs my mind though was to discover that my best friend is into that kind of kink. Of all people, Logan is without any doubt the person I would never have imagined into this. Trust me, he is about to go through a long and tough questioning.
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Baron Pov.
“Kneel!” I firmly ordered Luke, and the young man immediately and gracefully dropped to his knees.
Luke is one of those anxious submissives who regularly ask for a refresher on his training. Although he has been a member of the club for over three years, my friends often tease me about him because I am the dominant he always goes to on these occasions. He is a kind guy, and a very good submissive. But he just terribly lacks faith in himself and needs to be reassured once in a while. If he mingled with other submissives more often, I am sure he would gain self-confidence, but he is stubbornly solitary. Not only is he a member of the Sanctuary Of Sins, but he also works at The Quilox. Sometimes at the cloakroom desk or as a waiter. As a member of the staff, his attitude and behavior must always be perfect and he is always afraid to disappoint.
We have been working on his posture for over half an hour now and we are slowly but surely getting there. At the end of the day, he mostly needs to relax.
“Straighten your back, Luke. But not too straight.” I ordered him as I let the tip of the cane smoothly run up his spine and his bare back arched a little more.
“There is too much stiffness here, you need to keep your spine slightly arched. But your muscles should be a little looser. Yes, like this, good boy.” I encourage him, before I walk around him to stand in front of him and softly tap his right knee with the cane.
“Spread your knees a little bit wider and hold the position.”
The palm of his hands are resting on his thighs, his head is lowered and he remains in the position perfectly still. I slowly backed away from him to take a full look, he is a pretty cute guy with fiery-red hair, very light brown eyes and rather feminine features. As an uncontacted submissive, he sometimes accepts to keep company to a dominant or to perform a scene with one of them. Still hoping to eventually find the one who will offer him a contract, which is why he also insisted on taking the training session once in a while to reach perfection.
“Good boy, now you can stand up and put your shirt back on.” I said after ten minutes of silence.
“How are your knees?” I asked as he rose to his feet.
When kneeling near a dominant during a show, the submissive usually has a little pillow underneath their knees to make them comfortable if they have been good. But not during training sessions as they will only keep the position for a few minutes at a time.
“It is fine, sir.” He replied as he buttoned down his shirt.
“Good, are you still performing tonight?” I asked while I put everything back in place in my playroom.
“Yes, sir. I am performing a scene with master Desmond.” He replied in a small and nervous voice, blushing hard.
Although I know this, I can't help teasing him a little about Desmond. It has become common knowledge that Luke had had a soft spot for the kind master, but he doesn't know that this is mutua. I actually know from a recent conversation with Desmond himself that he might end up offering him a contract in the coming month. Desmond is just trying to test their sexual compatibility for a little longer, through either a public scene or in the rented playroom. And then, he will offer him a three-month contract.
“Remember what I told you, Luke.” I said softly before I walked to him and raised his chin with my index finger, forcing him to look into my eyes.
“You are a very good submissive, you just need to learn to relax and trust yourself. I am sure you will do great and that everything will go well with master Desmond.”
“Thank you, sir. I will try my best.” He responded and I am glad to see his face brightened at the encouragement.
“Alright, I will see you tonight then. Now go get ready and have a good evening.”
“Have a good evening too, sir and thank you for your time.” He said with an adorable grin on his face.
“No problem.” I muttered as we left my private playroom.