Zander shrugs, “not that it’s any of my concern.” He signals the bartender and orders a draft beer.
“Is there something you wanted to ask me Zander?” I say to get to the point and end this charade.
His pretty-boy face flashes a smirk although he still staring at the back wall where the shelves of liquor bottles are lined up. “I may have heard something that I thought you would be interested in knowing.”
A man walks quickly in our direction, I’ve seen him before a time or two, although his name doesn’t come to my memory. He is a businessman, not someone that I would ever be involved with in the past. Although he does seem to know who I am, judging by the way he avoids my gaze at all cost. The last time I saw him was while I was in the dungeon with Lilly. I search around him for his pet, Adela, but she’s absent today. My blood simmers thinking he’s hurt her again. Kiersten told me about him, about an incident. I glare at the man, hating that I have to share the same air he breathes. He clears his throat as he pats Zander’s right shoulder, taking his attention away from me.
“Master Z,” the man’s voice is rougher and lower than I would’ve anticipated. My eyes hone in on a bruise at his throat, like fingers still wrapped around his windpipe. I look back at Zander and put two and two together. I back away slightly turning and giving them privacy. Before I can turn from them completely, I noticed Zanders annoyance with the man. He looks at the man’s hand that he’s placed on Zander’s shoulder before responding in a low voice laced with a threat, “yes?”
The man seems fidgety, leaning forward and whispering not so softly, “if you have a minute, I’d like to talk.”
Zander nods at the man and then turns back to me, grabbing the beer off the bar.
“If you want to talk,” Zander says to me, only looking me in the eyes for a moment. The permanent smile on his face is nowhere to be scene, “I heard something you may be interested in knowing.” Without anything else he leaves, walking from the bar of Club X down the hallway with the man following him and away from the onlookers.
I have no idea what he could have heard or why it would concern me. I’m not willing to make a deal with him, but I won’t deny that I’m the least bit curious. My eyes follow the two men as they disappear from view.
I down what’s left in my glass, setting it on the bar behind me as I swallow the amber liquid.
As soon as the glass tumbler hits the wooden bar, the doors open for Lilly. The bouncer gives her a small nod and she continues forward with confidence, both hands gripping her wristlet. She’s in a long trench coat that goes down to her knees although her calves are bare. Her high heels are nude with a rose gold tip and rose gold heels.
She walks to the desk to check her coat, just as most of the other guests do. Some walk past her and make their way past me and off to the right down the hall to the private rooms. Many guests here don’t even bother with the public. They just like the privacy and protection that the club offers. The black and white tweed trench coat slips off her shoulders down to her elbows, exposing her bare back from the white lace halter dress that I’ve given her.
She’s a vision dressed all in white. The shimmering silk only makes her tanned skin look that much more kissable. As she takes off the coat, it brushes against the hem of the dress, pulling it up slightly and unbeknownst to her, showing more of her upper thigh. Several men around her take in the sight of her gorgeous curves. She doesn’t notice them. She doesn’t realize how tempting she is.
I could wait for her to come to me. She’s obedient. And the fact that she wore the dress I sent her, signifies that she wants me still.
After seeing the two of us interact in the dungeon, she’ll be getting more attention than she ever did before. So long as I don’t put a collar around her neck.
But I’m not going to give any of these men a chance to come between us.
I push off of the bar walking straight towards her as she hands her coat to the man behind the counter.
I’m going to make sure they all stay away and that they know she’s mine.
Chapter 7
Lilly
I step into Club X, my limbs trembling with excitement, my eyes taking in the themed decorations. There’s white everywhere, the usual red sconces on the wall, giving off a soft, pure glow, the tables decorated with silk, ivory tablecloths, and even the walls have been draped with temporary white, lace curtains, giving the ballroom an almost heavenly feel.
The air inside the club seems to crackle, only adding to the anxiety twisting in my stomach. Keeping in with the theme, everyone is dressed in white finery. I suck in a breath as my eyes flit about the room, in awe of the other women. They all look gorgeous, angelic even. The men still wear masks, but they’re all white and holy themed.
If i didn’t know any better I would think the attendees were dressed to gain entry to the gates of heaven, a slutty version I imagine. I huff out a small laugh at the thought. It’s comical when I think about it. I’m pretty sure with all the debauchery and fornication that goes on under this roof, everyone here is going straight to hell.
Worry mingles in with my excitement as I peer down at my white lace dress that Sir gifted me. I think I look alright in comparison to the other submissives and slaves, but it’s hard not to feel a sense of inadequacy. I thought I looked good in it back at home, but I’m slightly nervous that I may disappoint him. My Sir.
Slowly, I remove the overcoat from around my shoulders, the cool air of the club hitting my flesh and causing goosebumps to travel over every inch of my body. I shiver at the sensation, my nipples almost pebbling against the soft white fabric as it shifts against my skin. That’s when I see him over at the bar, his intense, dark eyes boring into mine. My heart skips a beat as I gaze back into his handsome visage. He looks heavenly, dressed in an all white suit, and I love how his white, winged mask frames his chiseled features. His hard jawline and piercing eyes remind me somewhat of Thor, but I know this Hero would rather wield a whip than a hammer.
My breathing quickens as I stare at him, my mind filled with the image of him wielding a whip. My skin pricks from the desire that flows up from my stomach.
His eyes seem to call to me with hypnotic power, and before I know it, I’m moving towards him without even thinking about it. My coat falling into the hands of the coat check attendee, quickly forgotten. By the time he reaches me at the coat check, I feel as though I’m completely under his control. He could tell me to jump and I wouldn’t even ask how high. I’d just do it.
Up close, he’s even more handsome than he was from across the room, putting my memory of him to shame. His white suit crisp and spotless, his wing masked glinting against the soft lighting. His eyes, which are a startling blue, continue to hold my gaze, enchanting me with their intensity. My legs tremble and it’s hard not to show the anxiety coursing through my limbs as I resist the urge to reach out and run my fingertips along his chiseled jawline, wanting to feel him to make sure he’s real.
I can’t believe this is the same man that took control of my body the other night. The man who wanted me. The man I safe worded and walked away from.
I swallow as I take in all of him in his majestic glory, barely remembering to breathe. He’s almost too sexy to be real. He radiates a kind of cold power that makes me shiver, his eyes filled with dark secrets that I know should horrify me, but only serves to turn me on even more. It’s an odd contrast, the darkness in his eyes, and the pure white he’s wearing, but I fucking love it.