Maland I walked into the BDSM sex club, ourmate, Smith, sheltered between us. I looked at her smooth hair and wanted to touch. The soft skin beneath the sheer red gown she wore did little to hide her pert breasts, curved hips or her perfect, round ass.
I lifted my gaze to the full-length mirrors placed strategically along the walls. Captivated by her entrance, I watched her move. My cock throbbed in response to her sensual walk as she followed Mal to the security desk.
Club Trinity was the most famous BDSM club on the planet and security was tight. According to Mal, anyone stupid, or lucky enough to get past security would be met with a room full of Doms who would kill to protect the subs under their care. This place was a fortress and a safe house. Which was probably why the VSS had chosen to hide within its walls.
"Master Mal. We have not seen you here in some time." The male guarding the entrance to the exclusive back rooms of Club Trinity recognized Mal instantly. Had Kayson or I tried to walk into the exclusive areas of the club, we would have been escorted to the door with blasters in our backs.
Smith stood between us looking radiant, as a new bride should. We were going to take her inside, tie her down and make her scream with pleasure. She just didn't know it yet.
The male lifted the small scanner attached to the inside of his forearm and pressed it to the side of Mal's wrist, where his three-headed serpent tattoo had been etched into his skin. The colorant used contained something the club owners could scan to verify authenticity. Many tried to fake the mark; only Master level dominants were allowed to have them.
He completed the scan and nodded at Mal. "I believe all of your requests have been met, Sir. If you require anything at all, we are at your service."
When the guard was done speaking, he lowered his arm and pressed the button hidden somewhere behind his impenetrable cube. A large buzz and click indicated the door was opening. It slid wide and I tried not to stare at the reinforced metal nearly as thick as my thigh. No one was getting through that door with anything less than a ship- sized ion blaster.
"Thank you." Mal placed his hand at the small of Smith's back and led us deeper into the club.
We walked past the noise and chatter of the main area via a side hallway that most of the patrons seemed to ignore. We reached the end of the barren stretch and stood before another door, this one black with the three-headed serpent symbol embossed in gold at shoulder level. Two guards stood at this door.
Mal stopped and took his time removing Smith’s cloak, as if unwrapping a treasure. The red fabric of the negligee beneath was nearly translucent with nothing more than a small string covering her ass. Another thin strip of red held her breasts up, the nipples prominent and yet not quite as easy to discern under both layers of seductive clothing. With a slight nod at Mal, one of them took Smith’s cloak. The other opened the door and stepped aside so we could enter, each looking with open hunger at our female.
Mal ignored them, although I could have sworn he clenched his jaw. She was beyond beautiful and Mal had explained to all of us that the Dom’s in Club Trinity loved to show off their submissives almost as much as the subs enjoyed taunting the other Dom’s with what they could not touch.
Smith showed no reaction. I had to admire her spirit. This was no place for the faint of heart. The moment the door clicked and locked behind us, I heard the first moan of pain. The crack of a whip. A submissive male begging his Dom to fuck him. From the look of anticipation on the face of the giant male standing over his sub, they were just getting started.
The main area here was smaller but slightly better lit than the former rooms of the club. The music was at a lower volume. Less wild party and more relaxing. We moved through the sparse crowd, which parted as we passed.
Mal stopped before one of the plush sofas lining the walls of the room. A uniformed male stood the moment he saw Mal. He approached, smiling and extending an arm in welcome.
"Mal. I saw your name on the list for tonight and thought I was hallucinating. But here you are."
"It's good to see you, Doyle."
Mal and Doyle clasped forearms. Doyle did not ask about me or Smith, but Mal was not rude nor forgetful. Had Doyle been a stranger, Mal would have kept Smith safely behind him. Instead, he presented her to him as his mate.
Apparently, Doyle was a real friend.
"Doyle, may I introduce my new bride, Smith."
Doyle bent low in a show of respect but did not touch. Smart.
"You are very beautiful, Smith. It is an honor to meet you."
"Smith, you may speak." Mal instructed.
Smith's back stiffened, although I doubted Mal saw that from where he was standing. I, however, was at her back and very aware of the anger rising in her. "The honor is mine, Master Doyle."
"And this is my friend, Geros. We will be sharing our pleasure with Smith this evening. I assume everything has been prepared."
Doyle briefly greeted me, but I was of little interest to anyone, not with Smith standing here looking like a sensual goddess.
Mal led the way, Smith walking between us, to a room with a transparent front wall. Within the room was a padded table with obvious places for arms and legs, knees and elbows, that would place a submissive in a variety of sexual positions. Tools of pleasure--and pain--hung from multiple hooks and lined small shelves along the back wall. Things I had seen before, many more that I had not.
Mal led us into the room and closed the door. The interior of the room was a shock, the walls, from this side, were black. Mal took Smith's hand and led her to the edge of the padded table. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"
She nibbled on her lower lip but held his gaze. "I'm sure. We have to make this look real if the other subs are going to talk to me." Her answer was quiet but determined.
"Agreed." He removed his shirt, leaving him wearing black boots and black pants, the tattoo on his wrist looked like a living, breathing thing as he moved under the lights. “What is your safe word?”
