Corruption - Leigh Lennon Page 0,22
philosophical twin type debate about nature versus nurture. No wonder Anton likes me more than his twin.
It’s all of us—Greer, Anton, and myself without a significant other on a normal basis—and witnessing the camaraderie, I sometimes miss the closeness each guy shares with his girl. The large screen television is on the far wall, but it’s only showing the security footage from inside the club, where roughly thirty people are in various stages of play. Some are sitting on the couch as their subs kneel before them. Though anyone can use the main stage at the discretion of the dungeon master, many play throughout the room. Some are more private and a member can request an area with solitude, but some of the more prestigious members have their own private playrooms.
We cater to a variety of people, but our annual dues are anywhere from fifty to one hundred and fifty thousand a year, so it’s mainly the upper class who tend to be a part of the dungeon elite.
My eyes are fixed on the main open area of the club, but I do move around to other cameras to zoom in on the submissives’ lounge. I’m not aware that Anton is behind me until he laughs. “You just can’t help but punish yourself.”
Spinning to face him, I find not just my best friend but Chadwick, too. “Fuck, I don’t need you both ganging up on me tonight. It’s already been shitty enough,” I command, but both men ignore me.
Chadwick turns his attention to Anton. “Did you relay Jay’s message from earlier to him?”
“Um”—I poke his shoulder as he is facing away from me—“him is me, and I’m right fucking here.”
A bemused look creeps onto his face as he stares at my finger that has just touched his shoulder. “Okay, you seem brave tonight, asshole.” His chuckle takes over the whole room. “What are you going to do about the situation? Some other dickhead is coming to play with your girl on your turf. So I’ll ask you again, what the hell are you going to do about it?”
As if this had been written for a television studio, my focus turns to Jewel just as the prick Danner escorts her to the lounge and places a soft kiss on her forehead.
“So that’s your girl. What the fuck are you going to do about it?” Chadwick asks again.
My attention stays on Jewel’s long blond hair as she walks away, along with her ass in one of the shortest skirts I’ve ever seen on a woman.
“She’s not mine, motherfucker, and stop telling me she is because it’s the furthest thing from the truth.”
Chapter Eight
Jewel
I’d asked Drake what he’d like me to wear, and when he demanded my skimpiest number, I’d readied myself for something big. I’ve seen it before with new pairings within this club; they normally play on the main stage.
I’ve only been with Maddox since coming to this club as I educated myself further about being a submissive. I’ve been asked here and there to play, but once Maddox had his way with me, I never could entertain another, not until today.
I have two club outfits, a more modest one-piece dress with fishnet stockings and then a bustier that shows my stomach with a pair of leather bootie shorts. It’s nothing compared to the other subs in the club, but I’m learning to let go. Tonight will be the ultimate test.
I emerge from the changing room ten minutes later to find Drake waiting for me with a collar in his hand. I approach him and instantly bow when he tips my chin to his face. “Will you be mine tonight, my beautiful little girl?”
“Yes, Sir.” He reaches for my fingers and pulls me up, bringing me flush to his body.
“Would you like to play with me for all to see?”
And I answer with a decisive, “Yes, Sir.”
We’re in the main part of the club off to the side of the stage. “It’s very tame tonight, my pet. Just a little time on the St. Andrew’s cross? Okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I reply.
“We won’t go into anything fancy, but be sure to use red as your safe word. Yellow if it gets to be close to too much, got it?”
Kneeling, I’m taking in his instruction and his commands and feel a peacefulness. I love to be pushed, but again, this is all on my terms and no one else’s. I choose to follow Drake. I have the control.
“By the way, have I told you