Midnight Eternal (12 page)

The moment we stepped off the elevator I stopped her. “Tomorrow night when we enter the club, you will walk slightly behind me.” She nodded. “I will have dressed you at home in the outfit that I bought for you today. Since you can’t go out in that, I’ll have a dress for you to wear to cover yourself until we get into the back room. There, you will use the changing area to remove your street clothes.” She nodded again. “Once you are finished, you will come out of the dressing room and kneel at my feet. I will inspect you, and if you are as I requested, you will rise and we will go into the club.”

I hoped I wasn’t over explaining, but as Sydney had said earlier, Bec had no idea what to expect and I didn’t want her to have a bad experience.

“When we are in the club, I plan to keep you with me at all times. This does not mean that you are part of the conversation, and often times your job will be to just stand there or kneel.

“Now, there are a few other things I want to explain to you. First, you will see people in various states of dress. Most submissives will be completely nude.” She pressed her lips together and I wondered what she was thinking. “The reason you won’t be nude is because I’m selfish and I don’t want other men looking at your body.” Her taut lips morphed into a smile, which I echoed.

“It is for the same reason I won’t be having sex with you in public. Protecting you is the most important thing to me, and when I am inside of you, I get so lost in the feeling. I’m not sure I’d be able to keep you safe if there was someone else who wanted you.”

She shivered at the mention of danger. I didn’t want to scare her, but the upper floor of Verde—the one full of Bocaj—could be dangerous to humans. She could be seen as a weaker species, available for the taking. She wouldn’t be the first human used as a sex toy for a Bocaj, or the last. On the other hand, I’d seen Jeremy bring his human, Hannah, to Verde and it had turned out well. I would stay on alert regardless. Besides, I had Shane and Gabriel there to help if the need arose, as well as many other trusted Doms. I was sure that things would go well with my butterfly, too.

She looked at me with such trust in her eyes, and I loved her for that. “Do you have any questions?”

She shook her head.

“Good. Then let’s enjoy dinner and go to bed early. You have a big day tomorrow.”

butterfly

We’d gone over what to expect, but my heart was racing with anticipation as we drove the few miles to Verde. I was wearing the outfit my Master had chosen for me under another dress.

His eyes had been filled with lust as he helped me into the leather and chains. I wasn’t sure how he had any desire left in him. After work, he’d fed me, fucked me—coming deep inside—and fed me again. My mark was humming from all of the fluid I’d ingested and absorbed, and once again, I felt like I could fly. In the very beginning after he’d given it to me, I’d gotten tired, but that wasn’t really happening anymore. He thought it might be building up in my system, because it was rare that I didn’t feel like I had the extra Bocaj abilities, and I was only sleeping about three hours a night.

As we pulled up to the club, I fidgeted with the leather and chains under my dress.

“Do not touch your clothing.”

His comment startled me. His eyes had been ahead, but apparently he’d been watching.

“I have dressed you. It is perfect—you will not touch the clothing or your body. Do you understand, butterfly?”

His tone was harsher than normal and I wondered if he was nervous, too.

We entered the club I’d seen a few times but had never dared to go to. I just didn’t live that type of life before. Yet here I was, walking through the main club, Oliver’s hand on the small of my back as he led me toward a door marked ‘closet.’ When we entered, a bouncer stood there at the opposite side of the small room. On the floor, a woman was nude and kneeling before another man who was clearly her Master. He said something to the bouncer, who opened the door. “Come, slut,” he barked, pulling on the leash, causing her to fall forward and crawl after him.

I stood frozen in shock. It was the first time I’d seen another submissive in real life acting as one. I felt the pressure of Oliver’s hand on my back. “Come, butterfly.”

He moved me over to a set of two doors that were clearly changing rooms. “Do
not
keep me waiting.”

I hurried inside and pulled the dress over my head. He’d shown me the outfit before we left the house, but as I stood there, I couldn’t believe I was about to walk out of the changing room in it. The bouncer would certainly see me, as would anyone else who was on the other side of the door.

“It’s just a bikini,” I told myself. And in essence, it was. There was a leather bra that covered everything, though the bottom was a leather thong. I’d never worn a thong at the beach. It wasn’t so much the outfit that had me trembling, however. It was what it represented. By wearing this out there, I was indicating that I was the property of another person, to do with as he pleased. The thought crossed my mind that I might see someone I knew. If I did, they would know that I liked being used sexually.

“Are you ashamed?” my inner voice asked.

The answer was a resounding, “No,” and with that, I opened the door and took my place at my Master’s feet.

He looked at me, and any fear or nervousness I felt was gone when I saw the look of adoration in his eyes.

“You look perfect, my butterfly. Give me your hand.”

The chain, which he had purchased yesterday, was now hooked to a thin silver bracelet. “This is symbolic to make it clear to everyone that you belong to me. I will not pull you around by it. I expect that you will follow me. Understand? Speak.”

“Yes, Master. I would follow you anywhere.” And it was true. I trusted him with my life.

I had tried to prepare myself mentally for what I would see in a BDSM club, but I couldn’t have prepared myself for everything. I’d expected to see sexual acts and nude people, but what I hadn’t thought about was how they would all be looking at me. Compared to most of them, I was way overdressed, yet I felt nude before their eyes.

I walked behind my Master as we entered the main room. Crossing it quickly, he took me down a hallway with private rooms off to the left and right. Most of the doors were closed, making me wonder what was going on behind them. I was able to peek into a few of the rooms with the doors ajar, catching glimpses of different playrooms. Some were similar to my Master’s and others looked quite different with various themes like a hospital room, kitchen, library, and an airplane. My Master led me into one that looked like a classroom. Before I could even wonder what we were doing in there, he took a key out of his pocket and opened a door that said, “Principal’s Office.” To my surprise, instead of a desk on the other side, there was a staircase.

My master must have noticed my furrowed brow. “The classroom is a ‘Gabriel and Caroline’ thing, and the stairs will take us to our part of the club.” I followed him nervously up the staircase.

The upper floor was much less crowded. While the downstairs had smelled of leather, sweat, and sex, the upstairs was full of wonderful odors. Another distinguishable difference was that the downstairs had a crowded club, party-like feel. It was loud and there was a lot going on at once. The mood upstairs, however, was very different. The voices were hushed, and while there were still close to thirty people in the room—well, thirty Bocaj and one human—the atmosphere was more intimate.

One more glaring difference caught my eye; everyone was beautiful. I swallowed thickly, feeling insignificant.

My Master pulled me back and lifted my chin. “Remember your posture, butterfly. Stand tall, shoulders back, eyes down. I chose you. Above all else, I chose
you
, and you chose to serve me.”

He always knew what to say to make me feel better, and he was right; he’d chosen me above all the women in this room. I wasn’t foolish enough to think I was more attractive than them, but something about me was more attractive to my Master, and that’s all that mattered.

I nervously walked behind him, but kept my back straight like I had been instructed.

“Hello, Oliver. It’s been a long time.”

“Yes it has, Ian,” my Master responded. “I’ve been busy.”

“I can see that,” the man said, and I could feel his eyes on me. Even with my eyes down, I could tell that there were at least three men there other than my Master. Two were wearing shoes and the third was barefoot. All of them were dressed in black pants.

A moment later, another man walked up. “Wow, you came, Oliver.” I immediately recognized Shane’s voice. My instincts were to cover up, but I knew that I was in a safe place, and that Shane understood my need to serve.

“I’d likely be content to spend the rest of my life with just my butterfly.”

I bit my lip to keep from smiling at his compliment.

“I can see why. She’s lovely,” another man said.

“Yes, she’s…” At that moment, my Master chose to move, revealing me fully to them and causing whatever the man was about to say to be changed. Instead he said, “…your mate?” His words were laced with disbelief.

I could feel my mark humming on my skin.

“It’s the same as yours?”

I heard a rustling of fabric and then saw my Master’s white shirt come off. “Exact match.”

“Did the human submissive that Jeremy brought in a few weeks ago have a mark?”

“No, she did not. Perhaps they aren’t mates.”

“Perhaps,” my Master spoke. “Although, my mate’s mark didn’t appear until after I’d claimed her body and came deep inside of her.”

“Ahhh, and Jeremy had only fed his pet.”

They continued their conversation, but I was still reeling from the fact that there was another pair out there like my Master and me. I wondered if she felt like a Bocaj after they had sex, and I was curious about how their relationship worked. I didn’t have time to think about that for long, though, because my Master was talking about me.

“Yes it fades sometimes, but as long as I feed her twice a day, it stays just like that. And of course, when I fill her with it, her greedy pussy keeps every drop.”

I felt the heat flood my face at his words.

“What a lovely blush.” He made a motion to a woman sitting off in the corner with a few other women and a man. “Come pet.” She stood and quickly moved to the man’s side. “Kneel.” Instantly, she dropped to her knees. Her posture was perfect. “Open.” As she opened her mouth, he unzipped his pants and a cock near the same size as my Master’s—yet somehow nowhere near as glorious—sprang from within.
Grabbing the back of her ponytail, he thrust forward at the same time he pulled her head in. Surprisingly, his entire shaft disappeared into her mouth. After thrusting for a few moments, he continued talking to my Master. “So, do you punish her like Jeremy punishes his pet?” It was amazing that he was literally fucking a woman’s face while he was talking as if nothing was happening.

“Yes, I punish my butterfly. She likes it, though.” He gently pulled on the chain attached to my wrist and I stepped forward. His hands guided me the rest of the way. Turning me to face him, he held me against his chest. His hand moved suddenly, and I felt a sharp sting on my ass. I whimpered in surprise and pleasure.

”I knew it would look fucking hot,” Shane said, commenting about what I was certain was a handprint that had appeared on my left cheek. The idea that men were looking at my ass, combined with me being in my Master’s arms and the feel of his touch, had my clit throbbing. I felt the arousal leave my body.

“Oh, I see she does like it. And that whimper would be reason enough for me to spank her daily.”

The man fucking his submissive’s face made a loud grunting sound and then was still. The sound of her swallowing was unmistakable. A few moments later, he pulled her head off of his cock, which was smaller now.

“Thank you, my pet. You may go back to the other submissives.” I watched as she moved quickly back to the place she came from. As she went back to sit on the pillows on the floor, I realized that all of the people over there were submissives. Looking at them closer, I recognized Sydney and Caroline. I looked at the man among them, expecting to see Caleb, but it was someone I didn’t recognize. It made me wonder how many male submissives there were.

As I listened to my Master and the other men talk about current events, I watched Sydney out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was agitated.

The woman who had just come back from serving her Master had said something to Sydney and another woman who had her back to me. Soon, Sydney’s voice was loud enough for me and my Master, along with the other men, to hear.

“You had better shut your mouth, bitch,” Sydney said in what was a failed attempt at a whisper.

“What? It was a joke,” the blonde with her back to me said, not trying to keep her voice down at all.

“You don’t have the right to joke about her,” Sydney snapped loudly, causing everyone in the room to stare at them.

“Don’t tell me you give a shit about her. She’s a fucking human.”

“She’s my brother’s mate.”

“Are you kidding me? That’s impossible. I don’t care what he drew on her tit.”

“YOU CUNT!” Sydney screamed and lunged at the woman. It wasn’t until they were wrestling on the ground that I realized that the blonde was Gretchen from VonRhine’s salon. “I’m going to kick your fucking ass!”

“Not unless that little whore comes to help you, and she can’t ‘cause Oliver has to keep her on a leash so she won’t go running off again.”

I stood there in shock, having no idea if I should say or do anything. People were looking at me and then back to the two women who were clawing and hitting each other.

“Aren’t you going to do something?” my Master asked Shane, agitation clear in his voice.

“Hell no. This is fucking hot.”

“Ian, do something about your submissive.”

“She’s not my responsibility. She serves Vincent.”

One of the other men from the circle who hadn’t said anything yet spoke up. “She’s been very disrespectful lately. Honestly, I think this is good for her. I’ll go break it up, but she needs to learn her place.”

Vincent walked over to the women and Shane followed. “Stop,” Vincent said in a clear but firm tone. Gretchen seemed to not hear him and continued flailing her arms and legs, making sounds like a wounded animal.

“Snowflake.” Shane’s voice was calm and soft, yet Sydney responded immediately. She released Gretchen from her grip and moved to Shane’s side. Gretchen lunged at Sydney again, but Shane stepped between them at lightning speed, and Gretchen’s face met his knee with a sickening thud.

Vincent picked her up from the floor and carried her away while she was still screaming and yelling like a two year old who didn’t get a piece of candy in the store.

“Yeah, I don’t care how good she is at sucking cock, it’s not worth it. She’s Vincent’s problem,” Ian laughed.

Shane was kneeling down talking to Sydney, who had her eyes trained on the floor. She nodded a few times and then he pressed her forehead to his thigh while stroking her hair. It was clearly a comforting gesture.

In the mean time, my Master had turned to me. “What flower are you on?”

The funny thing was, I hadn’t even thought about it until he asked. I’d never wanted to say Mum or even Rose. I was here with him and I had no intentions of ending it. “Lily, Master.”

Just as the men started talking again, I heard people approach from behind us. “Excuse me, Oliver. I’d like my submissive to apologize to you for the things she said. May she speak to you?”