“Yes, sir,” I respond immediately.
He leans down and kisses me. “Someone is eager.” I nod at him with a big smile. “You have thirty minutes to be downstairs,” he says.
“Thirty minutes?” I ask.There’s no way.
He smirks as he walks to the door. “Alright, an hour.”
I bounce on my feet and turn, hurrying to the bathroom. After I take a shower, I quickly put some makeup on and pull the dress on. It fits like a glove. I look at myself in the full-length mirror and take a deep breath. This dress leaves nothing to the imagination, but I push that out of my head. If this is what Victor wants me to wear, I’ll wear it.
As I walk downstairs, I wonder if he’ll use tonight for us to work through his fears of what Josie did to him. I’ve been working with Missy, a Domme that Malachi knows, for training.
The look on Victor’s face when I get downstairs is priceless. He gropes me, making sure I followed his instructions of not wearing anything under the dress. At least that’s the excuse he gives me, but I’m not complaining. We eat, then we’re out the door.
My stomach is full of nerves as he pulls out onto the road. I’ve been looking forward to this since the day he told me about it. He told me he had to make sure I was ready before taking me and now here we are.
“You in that dress is almost as sexy as you on the back of my bike,” he says.
I smile at him. The first time I went riding with him and The Outsiders, he took me to one of the rooms in the clubhouse and fucked me against the wall. It was the first time he had ever done anything like that. He told me he only waited out of respect for the club.
“I could always wear this dress on the back of your bike.”
He chuckles. “Oh, treasure. You’re going to regret saying that.” When we get to the club, he parks and walks around the car to help me out. Before we walk toward the entrance, he cages me against his car. “The rules,” he says. He hooks a finger through my collar and pulls on it until it’s tight around my neck. “You are not to speak to any other Dominants. You’re allowed to speak tosubmissives, but if they don’t speak to you, it means they’re not allowed to.” I’ll know who a submissive is by seeing their collar.
“You are not allowed to look anyone in the eye except me. If a Dominant speaks to you, do not acknowledge them unless I give you permission. It could be a man or woman. They should know right away that you’re not allowed to speak to them, so if they try to press it, I will handle it. You are allowed to have one alcoholic drink only. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond immediately, excitement stirring in my stomach.
“Good girl.”
My stomach flips at his praise. He wraps his arm around my waist and leads me to the entrance of the club. We enter and I keep my eyes on the floor. He greets the woman at the entrance.
“Victor, I haven’t seen you in years,” she exclaims.
“Hello, Tina,” he greets her. “This is Olivia, my wife.”
“Olivia, hello. It’s so nice to meet you,” she greets me. She’s very bubbly. I glance at her neck and see she has a collar on.
“Nice to meet you as well, Tina,” I say without looking her in the eye.
“I reserved us a room,” Victor tells her.
She pulls up the information on her laptop and hands Victor a key. Tina lets us in and I look around. The lighting is dim. There is a bar to the right, in the middle there are booths, and to the left there is more seating that’s more discreet.
Victor walks over to the bar and helps me into one of the chairs before ordering us both a drink. “I don’t know if I would be able to wear this on the back of your bike,” I tell him.
He chuckles, wrapping his arm around my shoulders and kisses me on the neck. “Oh, I’m sure we can find a way.” Goosebumps break out over my skin as he devours my neck. It takes effort not to look around, because he’s usually not this public with affection. It’s the atmosphere of the club, so insteadof questioning it, I lean into him and tilt my head as he rubs his beard against my skin. “I bet you’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you treasure?”
I whine as his other hand lands on my knee and travels under my dress. “Yes, Sir,” I say as I spread my legs, knowing he wants to check. When drinks are placed in front of us, I snap my legs closed, but Victor pries them apart again, giving me a light slap on the inside of my thigh.
“You’re safe here, Olivia. We aren’t doing anything others aren’t doing.” He grips my chin and turns my head. There is a couple in the middle of the room having sex. The man has her pushed face down on a table while he thrusts into her from behind.
“Will you do that to me?” I ask as I look away, not knowing how to feel about that. His fingers reach my pussy and he hums at finding me soaking for him.
“Not tonight.” He doesn’t expand any further. Thinking about my journal, I decide I’ll write how I feel about this, and let him read it later. He swirls his finger around my clit, distracting me. I clutch his bicep and throw my head back, wondering if he’s going to make me come here and now. “So fucking beautiful.” Pushing two fingers into me, I shamelessly ride them, no longer caring where we’re at.
“Victor. Olivia. So nice to see you.” Missy’s voice interrupts my almost orgasm, and it takes extreme self control on my part to not scowl at her. She’s a Dominant, so I’m not allowed to speak to her. Victor stops, but it takes him a second to remove his fingers, making heat run up my chest, to my neck and face. When he does remove them, he adjusts my dress, then puts them in his mouth, sucking my juices off. I look at him under my eyelashes.Fuck that’s hot.
“Missy, how are you?” he greets her.
