Chapter 3
Kildare, Ireland – Wednesday.
Rae.
“So, are you going to tell me where we are going?” I ask Edmund after we get in the car and head out of town in the direction of Dublin. My legs bounce, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, and my body is buzzing.
“To a club, they have a 101 night, a class, per se. I think you’ll be interested. I think it is what you need and I want to introduce you to my world,” Edmund tells me, his eyes still on the road, but I see them glow amber for a moment with his own excitement.
“Your world?” Licking my lips as a tingling spreads through my fingertips.
“Yes, my world, Rae. Believe it or not, you don’t know everything about me. While you’re off with Ciara and falling into the arms of other men I have had my own life.” His dig about my being with other men stings, and I just stare at him across the car as I wipe my hands on my pants. “I’m sorry, that was uncalled for. I shouldn’t keep throwing it in your face.” Edmund’s voice is low, his tone genuine. I nod, he is right.
“No, you shouldn’t. If you’ve had a problem with my behavior over the past year you’ve hidden it well, Edmund. Don’t start lashing out at me now. You said it was fine if I called you, I took your words at face value. I’m not going to be punished for that, it isn’t fair.”
“Oh, you’re going to be punished. But not for that.” My eyes widen at his words and my belly twists, goosebumps spread over my skin.
“What do you mean?” I ask him, curiosity getting the best of me.
“You’ll see, Rae.” He reaches over and pats my leg, I feel the butterflies return. The electricity that was between us last night is still there today. I had spent the day wondering if it would be or if it was alcohol-infused from the beer the night before. He is much more hands today than he has been in the past and I like it. I think. “Rae?” He calls my name, pulling my attention back to him.
“Yes?” I ask, still unsure of where we are going, both physically and emotionally.
“Remember the one condition?” His words take on that deep tone again, as they did last night, and I smile. Squeezing my thighs together at the spreading heat his voice is stoking between them.
“Yes, sir.” I nod and I watch him return the smile to me, winking, as he does.
“Mine,” he says, squeezing my thigh. “Good girl.” The praise coming from him has me instantly wet and I blush. I know as a wolf he can smell it, I watch his eyes widen and he smirks, clearly happy with the effect he is having on me.
* * *
Dublin, Ireland.
The rest of the drive is a quiet one. I am still in for a surprise, Edmund hasn’t shared any details with me, other than that we are going to a class. As he called it. The entire time he kept his hand on my thigh, not breaking our bond once.
We pull up outside of a nondescript brick building with an awning over the front door, the words “The Playhouse” on it catch my eye.
“What is this playhouse, Edmund?” I ask him, trying to hide the shaking in my voice. My head swims and my palms grow sweaty.
“You’ll see.” He winks at me and I get the feeling he is getting more joy out of the surprise than I am. After parking the car we walk the block back to the Playhouse. When he stops out front and holds his hand out to me I close mine around his and let him lead me inside. The instant our hands touch the rush of excitement spreads through me.
“Remember,” he leans into my ear and whispers, “tonight you’re mine.” His lips brush against the sensitive skin of my earlobe and I blush at the feeling that it sends through me. My mouth going dry, I just nod to him. Watching as he raises an eyebrow and waits for me to respond.
“Yes, I remember.” I take a deep breath to steady myself.
As we stand in the lobby of the club I can hear voices and music inside, though it isn’t loud, not deafening. The man at the counter asks for our photo ID and we hand them over, Edmund pays the cover and then leads me through a set of purple curtains. The long hallway has some paintings on the walls that raise my suspicion even more, but all I can see is a coat room to my left with some lockers and another set of purple curtains at the other end of the hall.
“Let’s stop in here, really quick.” Edmund pulls me into the coatroom and there is a circular couch in the center of it. “Sit down, Rae.” I follow his command and take my seat. “This is going to come as a bit of a shock to you, or maybe it won’t. But this is a sex club.” You can hear a pin drop it goes so silent. The blood rushing through my veins is all I can hear.
“So, you’re telling me that you were giving me a hard time about being out with dozens of men over the past year and you’re a member of a fucking sex club?” I fist my hands as my heart races and I can feel my face turning red. I’m angry that he has this double standard where I am the ho, but he has been out doing his own thing and no one is supposed to judge him for it.
“No, Rae. I’m not giving you a hard time, it’s just… Well… it has been hard for me. For reasons I’m not ready to explain to you.” He holds his hands out to me, waiting for me to place mine in them so he can help me up. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I tell him, as I stand placing my hand in his. “No.” I stop and look into his eyes, letting mine flash silver with my temper. “This is bullshit, Edmund. If you have an issue just say it. What is it?” I watch his eyes go wide, pupils dilating. The tips of his ears turn red.
“Not here. Not now, Rae. You agreed to tonight—”
“I didn’t know what I was agreeing to,” I cut him off, “and now you tell me all of this. What is going on, Edmund?” I pull my hands from his.
“Give me tonight. Give me this and I’ll tell you. Once we get home I’ll explain.”
I sigh, he is right. I agreed to give him tonight. But he is hiding something, something big, I can tell. Under his t-shirt I watch his shoulders tense, chewing on my lip. Deciding what I’m going to do. I’m frustrated. But curiosity over the club and this night with him wins out and I nod slowly.
“Yes. Fine,” I tell him, my hand still in his I turn back toward the door of the coatroom.
“Yes, what? Rae.” He doesn’t budge, I know what he wants. I’ve put two and two together. I’m not a fucking idiot.
I turn and look at him, batting my lashes and put as much honey in my voice as I can. “Yes, sir,” I tell him and watch as he smiles a wicked grin at me.
“See, I told you that you’d end up being punished for something else. I knew you couldn’t help but be a brat.” He squeezes my hand, jerking hard and I fall forward into his body.
When he runs his other hand up my back and into my curls I hiss at him, this is the roughness I was craving. What I was looking for, he was right, knew it all along. I wanted it last night, and the night before with what’s his name from the bar. But here, now, in Edmund’s arms I can’t help myself. I grind myself against his thigh like a bitch in heat. When he pulls my head backward with his hand in my hair, and closes his mouth over mine I nearly explode.
I turn rough against him, hands wrapping around his neck and up into his hair, pulling him down on me just as rough as he is being to me. Our tongues swirl together, lips pressed against each other’s, my fangs slip down as I kiss him, feeling his on my lower lip. I laugh into our kiss, so overjoyed to be able to let go of myself and not hold back with him. The heat coursing through me makes my already wet pussy drenched and I watch as he looks down at me, pupils widening. Knowing he is aware of the effect he is having on me only drives me further forward.
“Let’s go.” He releases my hair, pulls me out of the coatroom and back into the hall, then through the second set of curtains into the main body of the club.
Looking around, the realization that I may be in over my head settles over me. Set up in the middle of the room are folding chairs, the lights are turned up and there are people scattered around, half-clothed, chatting amongst themselves. Pressed against the walls of the club, pushed out of the way to make room for the chairs are a variety of different types of equipment. St. Andrew’s crosses, spanking benches, tables with cuffs on them. I turn and look at Edmund and he only smiles at me.
“If everyone will take their seats, we’re about to get started,” the host announces from his place in the front of the room, microphone in hand.
Edmund leads me to a pair of empty chairs in the second row and we take our seats. I look around, craning my neck the best I can to get a good look at everything.
“Stop fidgeting, once they’re done with the announcements, they’ll open up all of the stations and you will get a chance to try out whatever you like.” My eyes go wide, Edmund places his hand on my thigh and pushes my bouncing leg down, stilling my motion. When I steady myself, he slides it higher up my thigh, and I gasp. I like him this way, in control. It works with him and it makes him look sexy as hell, so confident.
* * *
Edmund.
I watch Rae, eyes wide with excitement looking around the room, taking in her new surroundings as the host explains what is going to happen tonight. Once they finish explaining the rules and going over the club safe words they will move the chairs out of the way and all of the equipment will come back out. Then, like a kid in a candy store, Rae will get to run around and try out all of the things she has been craving.
All of the stations will be set up with an instructor allowing couples to get a taste for each one. I plan to keep her here long after the classes are over and show her exactly what she has been missing. What has been right under her nose, is precisely what she has been looking for, and all along, she has written me off as just like a brother. No more. Not after tonight.
I keep my hand on Rae’s thigh throughout the entire presentation. I can smell her arousal, know she is reacting to my touch, to our kiss. I know she wants this. I just need her to admit it to herself. When they finish up and ask us all to stand and fold our chairs, bringing them to the front, there are a few minutes of flurried movement.
The instructors who have been introduced go to their places and I take the time to check in with Rae, “Questions so far?”
“You’re a Dom?” she asks.
I nod, squeezing her hand in mine. “Yes, and tonight you’re my sub. Remember?” I wink at her and watch as she blushes, pupils wide with anticipation.
“Safewords?” I prompt.
“Yellow to pause and check-in. Red to end the scene. Safeword for an emergency, if I need someone outside of the scene to step in.” I nod at her words. Good, she listened and is following the rules, I need her willing and ready to follow my rules.
“Who do you belong to tonight?” I slip this one in quickly, hoping to catch her off guard.
“You, sir. I’m here to play with you and only you.” She smiles at me, a big smile, and I see a hint of her fangs. I know she is relaxed, letting herself go, and it warms my heart to her even more.
“Correct, good girl.” My praise has the desired effect on her and she leans into me.
“Say it again,” she whispers in my ear, her hot body pressed against me.
“You’re my good girl,” I tell her as I wrap an arm around her waist and use the other to smack her ass, hard. She yelps at me and jumps. Her laughter filling the space around us.
“We will talk later. You can ask all the questions running through your mind right now. But first, we are going to play. Which station do you want to go to first?”
“Ropes!” She is excited and I smile at her. I had hoped she would say this. I also hope she will be willing to try out the impact stations. The thought of my hand on her ass as I spank her makes me hard in my jeans and I pull her body tighter against mine. Pressing my erection to her thigh, she sucks in a sharp breath looking back and forth between my eyes.
“That’s right,” I tell her, “mine.” I wink at her and then release her from my grasp, taking hold of her hand, making sure to maintain our contact so everyone else in the room is aware she is taken, she is mine. I couldn’t just march in here with a gorgeous woman and not expect others to want to scene with her once free play starts. That’s why I laid down the ground rules before we got here, the last thing I wanted was for Rae to get some crazy idea in her head to run off with another man. Never again will I let that happen.