Driving to Club Bandit, she put all the work stuff in a mental box and shut the lid with an effort. She loved that kink turned off her brain for a while. Gabe could make her a complete puddle. That was the kind of release she wanted tonight.
The clock on her dashboard read 9 PM when she finally made her way through the black iron gates with the initials of CB stylized on the centre.
She parked her car behind Logan’s motorcycle and hurried, buzzing at the door for the entrance.
Beyond the double doors of the club, soft, warm light greeted her, the waterfall feature tinkling. Ivy brushed her hand through the water, shrugging off the work events.
She rounded the corner into the vast space. The golden textured walls shined, somehow making it cozy and elegant. Usually, the club hummed with people, the sounds of leather hitting flesh, the cries of passion, but tonight it felt oddly empty. About twenty people stood in front of the stage. She smiled, seeing Clara tied to a chair and the unmistakable physique of Logan holding ropes in his hand, lifting the chair off the stage.
No wonder the place was quiet. She spotted Gabe standing next to Nick in the crowd and made her way to him.
On stage, Clara’s eyes were closed, and Ivy could hear her breathing hard.
“Hi, Princess.” Gabe’s breath tickled her ear. “They are so close to pulling off this suspension.”
“Clara isn’t comfortable.”
“She’s not far off,” Gabe muttered.
“I can’t! Let me down!” Clara sobbed.
“Getting you down nice and easy.” Logan did something with the ropes that brought the chair down to the stage floor.
“Yes, I want to do this. I just don’t like heights.”
“Many people don’t,” Logan soothed, a hand on his rope bunny. He knelt in front of her, quickly getting her out of the ropes.
“We’ll get there,” Logan said. “When this suspension happens, it’s going to be epic.”
“Yeah, if it works,” Nick said.
“It’ll work, right, Zee?”
“If anyone can pull it off, it’s you,” the grey-haired goatee owner of Club Bandit said from the front of the crowd.
The group dispersed as Logan held Clara. Ivy sent her friend a thumbs-up. Gabe draped an arm across her shoulders.
“Hey Princess, let’s go play.”
“Sorry, I’m late. I tried calling you.”
“Left my phone at home. It’s okay. I knew you would be.” Gabe cupped the back of her neck, and Ivy closed her eyes against his warm touch. Yeah, this is what she needed.
He leaned in and kissed her, and he hugged her to his muscular chest. “I missed you.” He kissed her hard, his tongue twirling with hers, and Ivy closed her eyes. This was her man. This was her Dom.
When he wasn’t stressed, when his nightmares didn’t plague him, Gabe was attentive and thoughtful and made her feel treasured and loved.
“Princess, I have a surprise for you.” Gabe slipped his hand into hers and took his toy bag off a bench.
“Is it a pony?”
“Do you want to be a ponygirl? I’d love to see you with a bit in your mouth, a bridle on your head.” He turned her slightly towards him, stuck his thumb and index fingers in her mouth and stretched her cheeks. “Just like this.”
Her insides went gooey, and she snuggled into Gabe’s arm as her cheeks heated at the thought. “Maybe,” she said around his fingers.
“No, it’s not a pony.” Gabe removed his fingers and spanked her ass, making her squeal. “But I do have plans for you.”
Her pelvic floor clenched at the heat in his eyes.
