Cherry Bomb (28 page)

“Can I help you? This is a member’s only
event.” The blonde’s voice was neutral, but I got the general
impression she was not overly happy to see me. The look in her pale
blue eyes were icy. The other two greeters were not too happy to
see me either going by their suddenly stiff postures.

“Is Dr . . .” I started to ask when I
remember him telling me that no one here knew his name. I wondered
for a second if that was true. Would they know who Master was? Or
did all Doms go by Master. “Is the owner here?”

The blonde flipped her long blond hair over
her shoulder, letting it fall against her obvious fake tits. “Would
that be B or D?”

“D?” I answered questionably.

“How do you know the owner?” The greeter to
the left rudely asked me. Her chocolate-milk skin and deep brown
eyes were perfectly framed by a mound of silky black curls. She
barred her teeth at me in what could loosely be described as a
smile and raised her perfectly arched eyebrow.

“He’s a friend,” I said and shrugged my
shoulder. The way both ladies let their eyes roam over my body,
studying me, caused every doubt and negative thought I ever had
about myself come to the surface.

Then I heard one of my biggest fears. “I must
say, you’re a little out of shape,” the dark, exotic beauty said
with a little grimace. “I doubt you could handle the strain of his
type of friendship. I happened to know how . . . how do I say it .
. . demanding he can be.”

I closed my eyes, insulted by the implied
meaning of her statement. I opened them and my heart rose to my
throat when I saw Kelly come out of the side door. She was the lady
I met the first night I came to this place and her warm smile put
me instantly at ease.

“Ladies, let her in. She should be on the MVP
list,” Kelly said with a trace of a snarl. She motioned me to
follow her back through the door she entered from. The ladies
stepped to the side in shock to let me by.

The doors led into a small office. Kelly took
a seat behind a metal and glass table and started to rummage
through a small metal file cabinet, pulling out a blue file folder.
She slid out a piece of paper and tossed it across the desk at me.
“Sweetie, you will need to sign these. It’s just a formality with
you but this is a private event and we have to cross all our T’s
and dot all our I’s. You will need a health screen if you come to
another mixer but I doubt you will be joining in any of the
festivities.”

Her hand trembled and I couldn’t help but
believe something was bothering her. Was it my presence? Was she
stalling me because Drake was with another sub? Was he with another
sub? I scrawled my name along the dotted line without reading a
word of it, just to stop the thoughts from coming.

“Drake’s not here but Billy is. I’ll take you
back to see him if you are prepared?”

After I let out a puff of air, I asked,
“Prepared for what?”

“A party. Tonight is one of the biggest
parties of the year.”

“Then were is Drake?”

“He hasn’t been here in about two
months.”

My eyes went large, my breathing heavy. That
was about the time I first ran into him at Touchdown Wings. Had he
stayed away because of me?

Before I had a chance to respond, the door
opened and a man walked in wearing a gray tux. His big, burly body
contrasted with the sleek lines of the suit.

“Jake, can you show this lady to Master B,”
Kelly asked, motioning in my direction.

“Whatever,” he said in a grump voice, and
forcibly helped me to stand.

He wrapped his massive arm around my waist,
letting his muscle flex across my back, and guided me down a long
hallway. With his free hand, he opened a double, solid-wooden door
and led me into a huge banquet hall filled with people. I had only
been upstairs at this point and could easily see this room taking
up most of the first floor. A large wooden bar took up the entire
south facing wall. Wrought iron chandeliers cast just enough light
over the room to create shadows to easily hide in. Couches and
chairs were organized into small intimate spaces. The center of the
room encompassed a large dance floor and music pumped throughout
the room, causing my body to throb in motion with the song. Toward
the left, a partition was up and blocking a brightly lit space.

The curiosity got the best of me as I
realized the casually dressed people in the parking lot were simply
hiding their true attire for the night. Everyone in the room was in
extremely provocative clothing from eloquent corsets and loincloths
to pleather pants. A few women were completely nude. One woman
walked passed me with only a set of nipple clamps on with the
connecting chain clutched between her teeth. I thought back to my
one experience with them and knew she had to be in somewhat
pain.

I peeked over my shoulder to see my guide had
vanished in the crowd. Something told me, I would find Billy on the
other side of that partition. I started to push through the crowd
when a woman wailed out in an unmistakable orgasm. At the same
moment, a man crawled past my legs with multiple clamps placed on
his dick.
Ouch!
The telltale redness crept across my face as
I thought back to begging Drake to spank me. My body hummed in
awareness of what he was capable of doing to me.
Holy hell, I’ve
only been here ten minutes and already I’m wanting Drake to do
naughty things to me.

As I approached the opening to the partition,
I was stopped with a firmly placed hand on the shoulder by two men
who could easily pass for Greek gods. Their buff, toned bodies were
flaunted in a pair of tight leather pants. My eyes darted to the
floor, and my nipples went hard and painful at the sight of their
rather large penises impaling out from a peekaboo hole where their
zipper should be.
Now that’s a serious hard-on.
I was too
intimidated to look up and examine their facial features. How could
I put it nicely . . . they were a man's man.

“I’m looking for . . .” How did those ladies
address him?
Oh, yeah.
“I need to find Master B.”

They both looked at me as if I was an
intruder in this little game they were playing. One of the men
waved his hand in the direction of the doorway. “He’s in there. But
be warned it might not be the place you were looking for.”

I stepped through the small opening and
walked into an adventure I was not prepared for. The room was
filled with men, testosterone, and hard dicks.
If only my
Grandma Eugenia could see me now. Who am I kidding, what if my
daughter saw me right now.
Looking in every direction other
than where my feet were going, I almost stumbled over a man with a
man fucking his ass and still another one fucking his mouth. Taking
in the room, my eyes grew larger. In my direct sight line was a
stage with four men presently tied to a large wooden pole,
helpless. Other men stood around groping them and using their
bodies as if they were scum on their shoes. Occasionally, a man
weighing close to two hundred fifty pounds of pure muscle, holding
a cane, would bear down on their bodies with a swooshing sound. I
squeezed my thighs together, shocked how aroused I was becoming.
And made a mental note to check out gay porn.

On the wall to my right were five men on
their knees sucking any dick that shot through a hole on the wall?
Two men twirled around me, the bigger man guided the other man how
he wanted, touched him wherever he wanted, all the while the little
guy jerking the big one off.
No wonder Drake never brought me to
one of The Dungeon’s illicit parties.
A man accidently bumped
into me with skintight jeans that bulge with a serious hard-on. I
glanced down at the thin-cotton blouse I was wearing.
Fuck, my
nipples are poking out like two hard marbles had been super-glue to
my fucking chest. Calm down, ladies, no one in here wants what we
have to offer.

“Wrong room, sweetheart?” the man asked.

“Uh, oh.” I waved my hand in the air and
screamed over the music, “Looking for Master B.”

He smiled a smile that would melt any woman’s
panties, that was if he swung that way, and pointed over my
shoulder. I looked back and saw him. Billy was sitting on a throne
observing the room as if he was a king surveying his kingdom. In
each hand, he held a dog leash connected to a large metal dog
collar hooked around the necks of two men sucking a dick, with a
long line of men waiting their turn.
Not what I expected after
his family’s little barbeque.

His eyes narrowed and he stood when he
realized it was me, the lone woman in the room. I stumbled
backwards and fell over a guy, doing . . . I didn’t even want to
think about it. Billy handed someone the leashes he was holding and
raced down the stairs. I would say he pushed his way through the
crowd but he didn’t have to, the club's attendees moved in his wake
then followed his path with their eyes. He held the same swagger
and confidence as Drake but, somehow, Drake made every man in the
room including Billy seem weaker and less than. Billy came over to
where I stood, and gripped my arm, rather harshly, and drugged me
out of the back of the room. We passed by a man tied to a large
cross on the wall. He was hanging there as men pawned at him like
he was not a real person. The laughter coming from the man's body
was in direct contrast to the scene I was witnessing. I
instinctively fought against Billy's grasp.

This place is seriously fucked.
But so
was I because I wanted nothing more than to recreate every scene
with Drake.

Billy’s grip grew tighter as he hauled me up
a set of stairs. His hand was muscular and yanked me around with
such ease it was frightening. The blaring music of the club started
to only tickle my ears. I thought about screaming. But knew screams
would go unnoticed. Plus, it was Billy. Would he hurt me?

“What the hell are you doing here?” he
asked.

He let go of me when we reached the last step
and I twisted around to look at him. The tears came and this time
they streamed down my cheeks. “I just wanted to find Drake. I’m
sorry.”

He had me tucked against his body, stroking
his hand over my hair. “Sweetie, don’t cry. Drake wants you to find
him too.”

A warmth spread out over my body. Those words
felt better than his hug. “Come on, I’ll show you to his suite then
I’ll call him.”

“I’ll wait downstairs; I hate to disturb his
space.”

“Oh, hell, nah, Drake would kick my ass if I
let you stay down there in that skirt and those fuck-me-heels.”

I melted to the floor, and let all the
emotions of the past few months flow from my body. I had been in
Drake’s room for over an hour when it dawned on me, not once have I
had a thought about James since setting foot in the club. The idea
that my husband had been living a double life should have pulled
the rug out from under my feet and knocked me on my ass. But the
truth be known that rug was ripped out from under my feet the day I
crossed paths with one Mr. Drake Hart. He had taken away my
control, my heart. I had so much more to learn and figure out, but
all I needed that very second was to feel his presence insert its
will over me.

I looked up from the spot I had planted
myself on the floor, and saw Drake standing in the doorway. By the
intensity of his stare, I would guess he had stood there long
enough to witness my most recent meltdown. I waited for him to
speak. I wanted to hear his voice tell me everything would be okay.
Instead, he decided to show me.

Drake crossed the floor in three even strides
and had me on my feet. His hands lingered up my waist and over my
breast where he cupped them in his strong, reassuring hold. My
nipples pebbled under the warmth of his touch, sending blazing lust
searing through my body.

Should I tell him to stop? Tell him I didn’t
need this? Who was I kidding this was exactly want I needed. And as
always he knew it before even I did.

He placed his hand flat over my chest to feel
the erratic beating of my heart. A heart that pounded for him. He
drew his hand back and took a small step away from me. I instantly
missed his touch and how easily his powerful body controlled mine.
The strong, hard-muscles of Drake’s arms made me feel safe in a
world where there was no safety.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a hush, calming
tone.

I nodded.
Now that he was here
. That
was the cue he needed. He held me against his body, instantly I
felt both calm and terrified in the same breath, and leisurely
unbuttoned the blouse I was wearing, letting it fall to the floor.
Kissing across my bare shoulder, he unfastened my bra. “I so want
to pierce these,” he said and brought his hands to the underside of
my breast, rolling the nipples between his fingers. Even the fears
those words brought couldn’t suppress the sensation he awakened in
me. He twisted my hair securely around his free hand then gingerly
yanked my head back and pulled me to the bed. Laying me against the
mattress, he lingered his lips from the tip of my skirt to the base
of my breast. “Sit up and close your eyes.”

I scurried to get in a sitting position and
closed my eyes. A smile flirted across my lips when I felt him
place the choker back around my neck. My hand started to touch it
when he slapped it away. I went to open my eyes when he looped his
finger in the ring on the choker. “Did I tell you to open your
eyes?” His stare was so fierce the blue of his irises seemed to be
quivering. I wanted to look into them forever but instead I closed
mine, my body responding instinctively to his command before my
mind caught up and told it no.

“Master?” I questioned.

“Yes,” he answered and I could hear the smile
in his voice. He bent over me, the smell of his lethally sexy body
invaded my every cell, and left me with the will to beg.