“I–just–I––”
“I love it when you’re at a loss for words.” This time, I was the one to press my lips to his, washing away any thoughts or doubts he may have had.
Like many times before, when our lips touch, everything else around us disappeared. For just those few moments, it was just the two of us. Unfortunately, Jude didn’t allow the kiss to linger as long as I would have preferred.
Pulling away, eyes bright, a wide smile spread across his face. “Eli will be there,” he said excitedly. “Maybe he’ll finally find that boy he’s been searching for.” Eli had yet to settle down, but Jude often liked to joke that ‘the’ boy was just waiting in the shadows, biding his time.
“Or a girl,” I countered, earning me an eye roll.
A cold chill filled the air with the threat of fall as Jude and I walked hand-in-hand into the warm building. Low thumping music shook the floor, which meant things were already underway for the evening.
Once inside, I nodded to the receptionist before handing over my jacket. Jude quickly followed suit. The rules were always the same. Upon entering, all patrons were expected to relinquish their personal effects, including cell phones. As you can imagine, privacy was of the upmost importance. Which I never had an issue with.
Unfortunately, a number of members didn’t feel the same.
The way I saw it, if you wanted to be glued to your phone, then go to a bar. Any bar. You don’t need to be coming to a kinky club, not paying attention to your partner. Or worse yet, taking pictures and invading people’s privacy.
After we had been cleared, we stepped through the door that led to the main area of the club. Here, the lights were slightly dimmer. With so many different types of demos going on, it was no surprise to find the club packed with both regulars and new people.
Jude, knowing me the way he did, snuggled up a bit closer. Arm wrapped around his back, I staked my claim on him, much the same way he was marking me as his. It was situations like this that made me kick myself for not getting around to picking up some sort of collar for us. And not for the reasons you may be thinking.
We didn’t need to have a physical claim over one another. A collar was simply a way to let others know that we weren’t into sharing. What Jude and I had was so much more than words could ever possibly explain. We were more than what would be described as a normal Dom/sub relationship. We were both, yet neither.
We were what one another needed.
It didn’t take long before being spotted by Eli and Destri. The latter of whom was no longer my Mistress. Although she would always have that respect from me. Thanks to the two of them, Judah was learning how to be the one to wield the sword for me. In turn, I had learned what he needed from me.
These days, I didn’t need the pain, per se. Not when I had the love of my life. Instead, my time had been more focused on his needs and desires than my own. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. That’s not to say there wouldn’t be moments I would still need that sweet relief of pain in order to keep the darkness at bay. The difference now was that I knew without a doubt Jude would be there for me.
Forever.
“Glad to see you,Pet.”
“Destri,” I greeted, dropping my chin for a moment.
When I looked up, my eyes found her partner for the evening. The young girl’s dark hair was pulled atop her head into a tight ponytail of sorts, and she was dressed in a skin tight cotton dress that left very little to the imagination.
“Are we still on for dinner tomorrow?” Eli asked, his eyes focused more on Jude than me.
The two of them still met up once a month, sometimes more, to talk and catch up. Some partners might have been jealous or concerned, but I encouraged it. One thing I’d learned since my rescue was that friends were just as important as family these days.
“Absolutely,” Jude confirmed before the two of us bid them well.
Not wasting any time, Jude led us to the first demo where some girl with pigtails was bent over her Dom’s lap, getting a spanking that was probably well deserved. Unfortunately, it held little excitement for either of us.
Moving on to the next demo, Jude took his position in front of me. Propping my chin on his head, I wrapped my arms around his body, letting him know that I would watch anything he wanted. After all, tonight was all about him.
In our short time together, I’d quickly discovered that exploring Judah’s desires more then fun. Thrilling. Lustful.
This one wasn’t his thing. I could have told him that easily enough. I laughed quietly at his remarks ofdisturbing. Ice cubes sitting in the bowl gave me enough of an idea of what kind of scene this couple was about to do.
That was one thing neither of us liked. Anything to do with ice or coldness wasn’t considered ‘fun’ for us. It tended to bring up too many bad memories of the days and nights we spent shivering in a cold, wet cell, chained to a brick wall with no possibility of escape.
“Disturbing,” Judah muttered under his breath as we made our way past a few other couples who were just starting to set up. I couldn’t help but chuckle as we wound our way around the corner, toward the back of the club.
The music was a touch louder and the lights a tad dimmer, spotlights highlighting what was going on in these particular demos. Which meant that the couples couldn’t see their audience as well.
Perfect for Judah and me.
