Page 50 of Crave Me
“Thank you, sir.” Her voice was soft and pliant.
My dick hardened at her beautiful tone. She’d be saying it quite a bit tonight. Over and over again she’d thank me for everything I was going to do to her.
I allowed her to drink, and turned my focus back to Dylan. Gabby was watching Chloe and when she realized she truly was okay, she smiled at me, and dropped her head in submission.
“Your slave is being difficult, Dylan,” I said, unable to help myself.
Dylan’s hand curved around the back of Gabby’s neck and her head jolted backward. He’d tugged on her locked collar, a symbol of his ownership he’d given her years ago.
I grinned into my water glass.
“Is this true, slave?”
“It wasn’t my intention, Master. I simply wanted to check on Chloe.”
“And is Chloe your responsibility or mine and her Dom’s?”
A chagrined look crossed her face and her gaze flicked to mine even while she maintained a posture of submission. We might have been friends outside the club, but I didn’t consider what I’d done tattling. I was giving Gabby something she wanted, and something Dylan would enjoy even more.
“Yours, Master, I’m sorry.”
“Perhaps you need to be reminded.” Dylan’s deep voice rumbled in a threatening way and in my arms, Chloe trembled.
Based on the blush on her cheeks and the way she licked her lips, she was turned on just by watching them.
He nodded once. “Thank you for informing me of my slave’s disobedience. If you’ll excuse us, I believe she needs to be reminded of her place.”
“Very well, enjoy your evening.” I pressed the water glass to my lips again, failing to hide the amusement in my smile.
He returned a similar expression to Chloe, albeit without the smile. “You too, although I don’t believe you have anything to worry about.”
Dylan pulled a leather strap out of his pocket and clipped it to the back of Gabby’s collar. “Let’s go, slave. I believe you have some apologizing to do for embarrassing me in my own club.”
He jerked it firmly and a small bell on the leash he’d attached to Gabby’s collar jingled. “Yes, Master,” she whispered.
Her tone and expression was completely compliant. As Dylan led Gabby away, she turned her head toward me, grinning, and winked.
Another pain, this one hot and searing, slammed into my chest with the force to almost knock me backward. I’d never wanted a slave. I didn’t want the twenty-four seven responsibility, preferring to play sexually only. The pain burned brighter as I kept my gaze on the leash Dylan held in his hand.
A vision of Chloe, on her knees, all fours, crawling through my home, kneeling on my wood floors while I controlled her movements with the tug of a leash flashed in my mind and my cock hardened.
“Come on, sub.” I took the glass of wine from Chloe’s hand and placed it on the bar. “I believe you’re ready to play, too.”
* * *
I didn’t see either Gabby and Dylan or Haley and Jensen as I guided Chloe toward the staircase leading to the public rooms. I assumed Gabby and Dylan had disappeared into his office where he could discipline his slave while keeping an eye on the club through a two-way mirror we passed on the way. Gabby had been right, too, and something I shouldn’t have overlooked.
As a sub, it was imperative Chloe had someone who understood her role from the position of a peer and not an owner. All relationships had problems, vanilla and kinky, and it always helped to be able to have someone to talk to. I trusted Gabby and Haley completely to be there for her and honest. Haley, while still relatively new to the life, also had experience and a giant, gentle heart.
When I didn’t see them, even watching as we reached the door to the first playroom, I gave myself a mental reminder to inform Chloe about Gabby calling her tomorrow. It’d be good for her not only to get out, but also to learn more about the life from two slaves.
“We’ll only watch for a few minutes,” I told Chloe. “I want you taking in everything. Your last experience wasn’t as it should have been, as we all know. Before I begin to do with you what I have planned, I want you to look around, and see what you think you might like. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her voice gone a bit dry.
“Very well, then.” I pushed open the door and led her through, my hand wrapped around the back of her neck.
The moment I walked into the room, my senses were assaulted. The scent of oils and lubes hit me first, along with the sweet smell of leather. Gasps and moans, pleasurable and pained, reached my ears and I took in everything. There were already two women on St. Andrew’s crosses. Another woman bound to a bed, wrists and ankles stretched taught while four men played with her. One dribbled ice down her stomach and I guided Chloe in that direction first, wanting her to remember the night I stuffed her full of ice before I ate her.
