Surrender: Guilty Pleasures #1 (BBW Erotic Romance) (14 page)

The club was a short drive from
my apartment, in a mixed neighborhood made up of industrial buildings, small
stores and offices and the occasional apartment building. Overall, the area was
almost deserted this late at night.

Jake pulled up in front of one of
the industrial buildings. It looked abandoned and I glanced up the façade, not
seeing any lights in the windows. But as I was standing on the sidewalk gaping
upward, I heard Jake talking. I turned to see him handing his keys to a large
man, who got into the car, driving down the street.

“Valet parking.” Jake was
unusually laconic. He took my arm just before we reached the large door to the
building.

“Remember what we talked about
yesterday. You’re with me, as my submissive. You are not someone else’s sub. If
someone touches you that you do not want to touch you, or I haven’t agreed can
touch you, tell me. You won’t be disobeying if that happens.”

I nodded. Jake had spent a long
time explaining that nothing would happen to me that I didn’t want, including
any scenes with him that I felt uncomfortable doing in public. He’d also
mentioned that he might want to share me with another Dom, possibly Chase Thomas.

“Is that typical? I mean, do Doms
do that?” It had never occurred to me that Jake would want to share me, with
anyone. But the idea had definite appeal to me. Being with another Dom, one
with more experience, could only be a good thing, something that would help our
relationship.

“Yes, in the context of the club
or parties, it can happen. But it’s something everyone agrees on. You’re not
passed around from Dom to Dom. It’s all consensual.”

Jake had gone on. “I’ve talked to
Chase Thomas a few times over the last few days. He’s offered, if I’m willing
and you are, to have a scene with you. It could be private if you like, or public.”

I had said at the time I would
make up my mind in the club, unless he demanded a decision right then and
there. But Jake had said that it was up to me, he would abide by my final
decision.

But standing on the sidewalk in
front of the club, my mind was racing. “May I speak, Master?” I was trying hard
to stay in my role, but there was just too much in my head right now.

“Yes, of course.” Jake was
looking at me, but his face in shadow. The streetlights on this block seemed
few and far between.

“Okay. So no one touches me
unless it’s okay with you, or with me.” Jake nodded. My voice dropped.

“And if you want to share me,
it’s still okay? I mean, with you?” This part of our conversation had left me
slightly confused. I knew how I felt, but I still had this lingering sense Jake
was less sure if this was something he was comfortable with. There seemed to be
something lurking beneath his desire to share me. As hard as I tried, I
couldn’t get a read on him on this issue. I hadn’t really given him an answer,
couldn’t until I’d seen the club, gotten my feet wet, so to speak.

“Yes, it’s still okay with me.
Are you up for it?” There was a forced quality to Jake’s voice. But we’d always
agreed on honest communication; if he was telling me it was okay, then it was okay.

“Yes. I am. I’m fine with
it…now.” Jake nodded, taking my arm, leading me toward the large door.

“Unless he’s ugly and has snaggle
teeth.” I felt a bit giddy and a small fit of giggles escaped me.

Jake looked down at me, his face
now illuminated by the overhead light of the door. I saw him smile, shake his
head.

“Abby. What am I going to do with
you?”

But I didn’t need to worry about
Chase Thomas being ugly or having snaggle teeth. After the doorman had verified
Jake and I were on the guest list, he’d lead us to a small room off of what
appeared to be a large lounge. There had been small groups of people, some
couples, standing or sittings, talking quietly. Music was playing somewhere
deep inside the club, but the atmosphere here was relaxed and fairly quiet.

The man sitting behind a small
desk was anything but ugly. And his smile was on the dazzling side; not a
snaggle tooth in evidence. I hadn’t been sure what to expect, but this really
wasn’t it.

Chase Thomas was dressed very
much like Jake, in a black buttoned shirt and dark jeans. But while they may
have dressed the same, that’s where the similarity ended. Chase was solidly
built, the broad expanse of his chest stretching his t-shirt tight. His jeans
hugged his body, accentuating his muscular thighs and, as he came around the
desk, the curve of his ass. His easy smile lit up his brown eyes, making him
seem open and friendly. I had a hard time reconciling this image with knowing
he was the owner of a BDSM club. Somehow I expected some dark and brooding
figure, skulking around, lurking in the shadows.

The men shook hands. “Jake, nice
to finally meet you. It’s my pleasure to welcome you to my club.” He turned to
me, his gaze resting on my face, his expression sincere.

Jake spoke. “Chase, this is Abby,
my sub.”

Chase extended his hand, which I
shook. I nodded my head in greeting, a compromise between speaking and doing
nothing. His deep brown eyes locked with mine for a moment. There was a
curiosity there, that openness that drew me in. I had the strong sense this man
never dealt in bullshit, regardless of the outcome. And somehow, in the context
of this situation, I found that comforting.

“Welcome Abby. It’s a pleasure to
have you here as well.”

He turned to Jake. “Let’s take a
quick tour of the club. You can get the lay of the land, so to speak, and start
to feel comfortable. Sometimes first visits can be overwhelming.”

Chase ushered us through the
lounge area. “Something to drink? We have an excellent selection of imported
mineral waters, sodas, and juices here in our lounge. No alcohol, but you
already knew that.”

I didn’t, but I didn’t say
anything. I declined Chase’s offer; I was too nervous, but Jake took a club
soda. As we moved out of the room, I could feel the gazes of the men in the
lounge sliding over me, along with looks from some of the women. It made me
self-conscious for a moment, until I saw one of the men look at me and smile,
briefly nodding his head. I turned back to listen Chase.

“People usually start out here,
or gravitate back here after playing. There’s no nudity in this area; people
use it kind of like a quiet zone, a decompression chamber or just a place to
meet friends, see who’s here.”

Chase took us through a curtained
archway and down a narrow hall. The sounds of music grew louder, along with
other sounds; voices, some raised, a single muffled scream and then, much
closer, the distinct sound of bare flesh being struck. A chill went through me,
a brief flash of Jake’s punishment coming back, not a pleasant memory. I pushed
it aside.

We passed another archway leading
to a dance floor. There was a DJ spinning on a raised platform, and a fairly
sizeable group of people dancing. The room was almost pitch black, the only
lighting coming from the DJ platform and the flickering light from a few
candles in glass holders on tables scattered along the edge of the room.

“Another popular place, although
it usually is far more crowed later on. Again, no nudity in the dance area, but
there’s a lot that goes on in the dark. Some members like to dance before to
raise some energy; some are keyed up after a scene and like to dance to relax.”

The hallway took a turn and we
moved down it past a series of doors, most with groups and couples gathered
around them, some covered by curtains. Chase stopped in front of the first open
door. The small group gathered moved aside for us.

“This is one of our scene rooms.
If the curtains are back, it’s public. If they’re drawn as they are in some of
the rooms down the hall, then it’s a private scene.”

I peered into the room, which was
much larger than I imagined from the hall. And then I gasped.

There was a naked woman bent over
a padded bench, her arms held out to her sides, tied to supports. A man dressed
in completely in black leather was using a cane on her ass, striking her over
and over, her ass bright red. As I watched, the man raised the cane again,
bring it down across the woman’s ass.

She cried out, not in pain, but
in pure pleasure. I caught a glance of her face. She looked like she was in
rapture, her face wearing a blissful expression. I knew I was staring, but I
was powerless to look away. The man was getting ready to strike her again when
I felt Jake take my elbow.

“Come on, Abby.” Jake’s voice was
low in my ear. I glanced at his face. In the dim light, I wasn’t sure if he was
enjoying this or not. There was something unreadable in his expression.

But then Chase was leading us
down the hall, past other rooms, some open, some curtained. I heard a variety
of sounds, moans and gasps, stray words, Master or Sir among them. Behind one
curtained arch I heard the distinctive grunts of a man fucking a woman…or maybe
another man. I took a deep breath, concentrated on Jake’s hand on the small of
my back and followed Chase further down the hall.

He took us to a one of the small
rooms, pulling the curtain aside, gesturing for us to enter.

“Have you decided what you’d like
to experience? We talked about me doing a scene with Abby….” He voice trailed
off, his eyes fixed on Jake. I looked at Jake as well. It seemed surreal to
know that these men had been talking about me, about this, without me being
there.

Jake met my gaze, an unspoken
question on his face. I nodded. If he wanted to share me, I was willing.

“Abby is fine with doing a scene
with you, and with me watching.” Jake’s voice was neutral but his body was
tense.

“Good.” Chase turned to me, that
same easy smile on his face. “I’d like to do some rope play with you.”

My heart thudded, remembering the
pictures I’d seen online of the intricate knots involved in rope bondage. I was
excited to experience this, only a moment of panic intruding.

Chase explained briefly what he’d
like to do in the scene: tie me with hemp ropes, in a symmetrical manner to a
table, restraining me in such a way that allowed him to penetrate me, if that
was the outcome of the scene.

“Sex isn’t always the outcome of
a scene, although it can be. But with rope bondage, sometimes the goal is
aesthetic, not sexual.”

His brown eyes swept over me.
There was nothing hidden in that look at all; if Chase had his way, and I
believed he would, there would be sex at the end of the scene.

“You can undress, put your
clothes in the cabinet over there.” Chase was moving around the room, taking
out ropes, placing them on a small table. Jake was standing in one corner of
the room, watching intently.

The curtain at the door was still
pulled back and I’d noticed one or two people looking in, curious expressions
on their faces. I hesitated briefly, debating whether I wanted this to be
public or private. It was my choice although no one had actually asked me.

But I remembered my brief walk
through the lounge and the frankly admiring glances of the men, and women. They
found me attractive; they found me pleasant to look at. There was nothing I
needed to be ashamed of. I decided the scene would be public.

I undid the zippers on my skirt
and corset, peeling them away from my body. I undid the clasps on the garter,
slowly removing my stockings, tucking everything away into the cabinet.

Chase was done arranging the
ropes. I stood off to the side, eyes lowered, waiting for instructions. He came
to stand in front of me.

“I know you have a safe word you
use with your Master, but for tonight we’re going to use green, yellow and red.
I’ll ask you for a color, and if you’re fine, say green. If something bothers
you, at any time, you may say yellow and tell me what it is. And if you want to
stop, for any reason, any at all, you say red, any time you need to. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Master.” It felt distinctly
odd, but also strangely arousing, to call someone other than Jake Master. I
glanced over at him but he didn’t return my look.

A smile played across Chase’s
lips. He looked very pleased with himself, and with me. With a jolt, I realized
I wanted him to say ‘good girl’, like Jake did. But he went on.

“Good. I’ll ask you periodically
if you’re okay, if something’s too tight or if your arms or legs are getting
numb or cold. Rope play has its risks. Be honest and tell me exactly what you
feel. Ropes can cut off circulation or pinch nerves. If anything starts feeling
unsafe, speak up. Say the color word or just tell me what’s happening. I’ve
never had anyone be hurt in my club, and you’re not going to be the first. I
take this very seriously and your safety is my responsibility. Do you
understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. Let’s get started then.”
His smile deepened, lighting up his eyes.

There was a waist-high table in
the center of the room and Chase guided me to it, helping me up to sit on the
end. The table was narrow, with two extensions on either side near the other
end, making it look somewhat like a cross. I shifted my weight and suddenly had
the panicky feeling I was going to fall off the table.

“Breathe, Abby. You’re fine.”
Chase was looking down at me, still smiling. I managed a smile in return.

I heard him moving around behind
me. He reappeared holding a white rope, doubled, in his hands.

“Okay. I’m going to start with
your waist.” He wrapped the rope around me, gently straightening the rope,
making it lay flat against my body. He wound the rope round my waist and up my
torso several times, eventually tying it in front of me in a complicated
looking knot. He ran the rope up my body, making more wraps beneath my breasts
and then above them. From the back he ran one strand down either side of my
shoulders, threading them beneath the ropes that ran around my chest.