“Is it a collar? Like ownership?”
“It’s a commitment. It also lets others know you are in a committed relationship. I don’t own you, Kadence. I want to be your domme, and I want to be your life partner when it comes to that, but this shows that you are mine. And if you’d like, I will get one as well.”
She arched her brow. “Dommes can get collared, too? I thought that was a submissive thing.”
I laughed gently. “Yes, dommes can be collared, too. Like I said, it is a symbol of commitment.”
“This means that I am your submissive and you are my domme?”
“Yes, but you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want to. I want you to know that I am committed to you, Kadence. That we are in a partnership, even if we have power plays in the bedroom.”
She nodded, scooping up her turquoise hair and pulling it up. “Yes. I love you, Blaize, and I want everyone to know you are mine, just like I’m yours. Would you put it on me, please?”
I smiled, gently grabbing the necklace and standing behind her. “This is my commitment to you, Kadence. I will love you. Iwill protect you. I promise to never hurt you again and to treat you like the queen you are. I love you, princess.”
She caressed the jewelry. “I love you, Blaize. I promise to be yours. To submit to you and love you like you deserve.” She turned, standing up and wrapping her hands around my neck before pressing her lips to mine in a soft kiss, this one filled with so much passion and sensuality. “Now, if you were going to do this, don’t we have a scene to commemorate the occasion?”
“We can if you’d like, but I have a surprise for you tomorrow, if you are up for it?”
“Oh, do I get a hint?”
“We’re going to watch a show tomorrow at the club, and I want your true reaction, even if you feel like it is wrong. I want you to tell me what you desire and crave.”
“That’s very cryptic, Blaize.”
“You said you trusted me. I won’t let you get hurt. I promise. And regardless of what you choose, at the end of the day, you are mine.”
If she didn’t want Hunter, I would tell Hunter to get out of my room, but I know Kadence wanted to take a dive on the wild side and have two dommes share her. It was her fantasy. Tomorrow, I was going to let it come true, only if she wanted it.
CHAPTER 66
KADENCE
Hades was buzzing with soft chatter, moans, and laughter as Blaize directed me to the main stage. The last time we watched a show together here, it was Annika’s—and Blaize’s fingers were buried inside me for the first time. Something told me she had something similar planned without the hostility or tension involved.
My fingers brushed over the collar. I Googled collaring after I talked with Annika before she was shot. I didn’t know if it was something she was interested in or did. Annika was going to freak out when I told her. They weren’t performing tonight or for the next few shows until Drew could stop putting himself in danger. I missed my best girl, and I knew I needed to plan a visit with her soon.
Tonight was the first big show we had since Dominic infiltrated the club. Security was doubled and background checks took longer. Blaize refused to let anyone else get hurt in her club because of psychotic exes. The patrons were triple checked, and so were the rooms before anyone went inside. Security as Hades was great, but Everly knew how to trick the system and got past Blaize and Hunter’s defenses. Blaizecould’ve lost me that night if I never hit that panic button or if he had a weapon.
Blaize stopped us in the front, taking a chair and pulling me into her lap. I spread my legs and her fingers grazed my thighs. A curvy, naked blonde woman was brought out on stage blindfolded, before one of the other girls bound her wrists and ankles to a St. Andrew’s cross with her back facing us. The woman who helped her out kissed her cheek, moving her silky smooth hair away from her back.
Hunter strutted onto the stage in tight leather that hugged her hips, accentuating her curves with a black corset top that fit her like a second skin. Hunter was never naked on stage when she fucked her submissives. Her back tattoos were on display, and she looked stunning. Hunter styled her hair in two perfect Dutch braids with a few strands framing her face.
I was too busy fawning over her to see the whip in her hand until it cracked in the air, then I saw the black harness attached to Hunter’s hips with a light blue dildo to the end. It wasn’t as intense as the one Blaize used on me the other night, but it had a wicked curve to it. The whip cracked in the air a few more times as Hunter walked to the woman who was tensing slightly on the cross.
I leaned into Blaize as I watched with wide eyes. “Is she going to hit her with that thing?”
“Yes, but Carley is a masochist. She gets off on pain. Once she’s done, Carley will get rewarded. Hunter enjoys inflicting pain, but using a whip is an art form. I taught Hunter everything she knows.”
Hunter walked to Carley’s side, curling her fingers into her hair before tugging back and asking for her safe word. Carley muttered, “Firefly.” Her fingers trailed down Carley’s back before Hunter stepped back. For a moment, Hunter’s eyes met mine, and I froze in Blaize’s lap like a deer caught in headlights.
“Watch her, princess.”
Hunter stepped back, cracking the whip a few more times, adding to the anticipation in the room before she flicked her wrist. The whip flew across her back and Carley moaned quietly; the whip left a very loud, painful red mark on her alabaster skin. I jumped, but Blaize held me, caressing my skin as my heart rate sped up more. Carley moved into the lashes as Hunter gave her, like the two of them were interconnected through the whip. For the first few lashes, Carley was mostly quiet, small gasps and moans escaping her lips. But when Hunter increased the speed and force of the lacerations, she screamed. We watched in awe as the two of them worked together as Carley’s screams filled the room. The way her back looked, she was in agony, but her screams were filled with pleasure.
Hunter praised the woman as she took the lashes beautifully. Once her back was painted with soft, red whelps, Hunter dropped the whip, reaching for a vibrator the same color as the dildo, lube, and bunny ears. She stepped behind Carley, untied her ankles, then lifted her left leg up to rest on a side step. Hunter inserted the vibrator inside Carley’s pussy before testing with the different vibration settings. Carley’s body convulses against Hunter, her fists clenching as pleasure surged through her. As the vibrator worked her pussy, Hunter squirted lube down her ass before slipping the tip of the cock inside the woman.
Blaize was teasing my pussy, and my clit throbbed with desire, begging for attention as the scene continued to play out. I was unsure if it was from Carley being bound, Hunter’s delicate yet powerful movements as she fucked her, or the thought of me and Blaize replacing both of them. It surely couldn’t be the thought of the whip. If I had bruises on my back from the riding crop, I could only imagine what the whip would do. But why was I so intrigued?
