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.
For a moment, I consider kneeling before him. I’ve seen other women do it, but I’m not sure if I should. I’m not even sure what we are, or what this is yet. He’s not my master, and yet...
He chuckles as he appraises me, his deep, rich baritone sending electric shocks through my clit. “Do you like it?” he asks, his dark eyes sparkling with amusement. He must be able to sense