It suited us.
This visit would kick the ass of any damn West End after-party, for sure.
Elaine was her usual wide-eyed self as we headed up to the bar. The girl behind it was a sweet little thing in pigtails, with a lip piercing that gave her a sweet little pout to match. As with everyone else, she stared in shock as we approached, stumbling over her words as she asked what we were drinking. Her shock didn’t get any less obvious when I replied.
“Two mineral waters.”
She served them up for us with shaking hands, a nervous smile on her pretty little face.
Under previous circumstances, I’d have had her over my knee taking a spanking in a heartbeat, but not anymore. Now it was only Elaine in my world.
We took seats at the bar, looking around the room. It was busy, but not heaving. People were clearly very well acquainted with each other, the atmosphere was tense, but in a magnificent way. I’d never have expected to admit it, but this club was actually better than mine back home in NYC. I’d never have expected to believe anything would be better than something of mine, but I had to give credit where it was due. Club Explicit was better than Violent Delights. It kicked its fucking ass.
One thing was for sure, we looked out of place amongst the host of hot-looking freaks in this place. There was nobody else in a tuxedo, and Elaine was shining like a beautiful beacon in her ball gown to the whole damn club. As people began to notice us, heads began to turn en masse, people checking us out with disbelief and a clear rush of excitement. Generally though, they kept their distance. All besides one cocky creature.
The very attractive woman took a seat at the bar next to us, dressed in a black latex catsuit with her jet-black hair swept back into a high ponytail. Her confidence was faultless.
“Hello,” she said, with a self-assured smile on her face.
It was Elaine who replied first, with a wave. “Hello.”
“I’m Raven,” the woman told us, and held out a hand.
My princess shook it with vigor.
“Elaine,” she said, and Raven smirked.
“Yes. You are easily recognizable as Elaine,” she replied, then turned her attention to me. “And you are also easily recognizable as Lucian. Nice to meet you both.”
People didn’t usually refer to me on a first name basis in an initial meeting, but with her I didn’t seem to mind it. I liked her. I didn’t usually like people at first sight, or ever in fact, but with her, there was a shine of authenticity. Yes. I liked her. I liked Raven a lot.
I liked her even more when a stunning blonde girl arrived to sit next to her, taking her hand.
“This is my girlfriend, Cara,” Raven told us, and the girl waved.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” Elaine said, and in that one single instant I knew these girls would be her friends. Instinct is a very powerful thing when it strikes.
“Your first time in Club Explicit,” Cara commented, stating the very obvious.
I found myself nodding and answering with no sarcasm whatsoever. At odds with my usual self.
“Yes, our first time in Club Explicit.”
“Won’t be your last,” Raven said, with a laugh. “I’m sure you’ll have a very good time here.”
I found myself nodding at that, too.
“Playrooms are over there,” Cara said, pointing to a corridor by the dance floor. “They’re great. You’ll want to check them out.”
But no. I wouldn’t.
I knew exactly what I would be checking out. I’d known it from the very instant we’d walked into the bar.
The stage.
I’d be checking out the damn stage.
“Here they come,” Raven said, gesturing up to the very stage I was thinking about.
Elaine sat forward on her stool to get a clearer view, and the lights dimmed down on the dance floor, lighting up the stage like the West End theater we’d seen earlier. Incredibly dramatic. Enough to make my pulse race.
I had no idea who they were who were coming, but I was very interested to find out.
Elaine asked Raven the question.
“Who’s coming up on stage?”
Cara was the one who answered, with a filthy grin on her face. “Masque and Cat. They are Explicit superstars. You’ll see why in a minute.”
The whole room’s attention was up there, which was also an unusual feeling, given that almost everywhere I went in the world, everyone’s attention was always on me.
It only took a moment as the figures appeared on stage to realize why.
The woman was beautiful. Beautiful, naked and proud of it, her dark hair cascading down her back as she raised her hands for the shackles coming down from the ceiling. But it wasn’t just her who was grabbing the attention, it was the hulk of a man who appeared behind her.
He was absolutely fucking huge. Huge, toned, and quite possibly the most confident guy I’d ever seen outside of myself. He reeked of it. Pure, unabashed confidence, without a hint of arrogance. He was in a leather mask that covered half of his face, and that made him look all the more intimidating. That combined with the fact that he had a huge dark tattoo on his chest. A two-headed dragon creature, its tail curling around his back.
“Wow,” Elaine said, and Raven nodded.
She leaned over close enough to nudge my princess with a smirk on her face. “I did that tattoo for him. The chimera.”
“You’re a tattoo artist?”
“Yes,” she said. “I am.”
Again I had another flash of instinct. A very definite one.
My princess was going to get tattooed by her, and I was going to be the one choosing the marks she’d be wearing forever more.
Conversation sure as fuck dried up when the big guy grabbed his flogger and started trailing it down his submissive’s spine. She tipped her head back, ready and hungry. A true submissive. That much was very obvious.
Fuck, how he hurt her.
Fuck, how she wanted it.
Whimpering turned to squeals, and squeals turned to gasps, and gasps turned to tears.
Tears turned to begging for more.
The flogger turned to a crop, and a crop turned to a cane, and that beast of a man took that woman like a serious fucking master. I felt strangely competitive as I watched him. I also felt strangely competitive as I watched the way my little doll was watching him hurting his woman, transfixed. I was jealous.
He was the first damn man I’d been jealous of in my whole fucking life, but again it was bizarre, because I didn’t feel any malice in it. Nothing but an insane sense of…respect. I didn’t give respect very easily.
The master slapped his girl’s pussy until she was clamping her thighs closed tight and then, when she was trembling and quaking, he barked at her to spread them wide.
She did just as she was told. Good little doll.
Even I was surprised when he fisted her. Hard. Right up there on stage, in the spotlight, in front of the whole damn room. Jesus Christ, she took it like a perfect whore, working herself onto his fist, even though she was gasping with the pain.
My cock was hard watching them, but it wasn’t hard for them. It was hard for the girl at my side, picturing her up there in the same fucking shackles, bracing herself to take the pain.
I looked across at her, my Elaine, and she was still transfixed. I saw the way she was clenching her own thighs together under her gown and could imagine how her heart was fluttering.