Based on her raised brow, I’ll be getting spanked again for interrupting, but I don’t even care. Maybe I’m a bit of a brat. And she just glossed over the word clubs as if it was common knowledge.
“Yes, clubs. As I said, mostly word of mouth. The ones that are worth going to have high standards for membership, and it’s often a cost barrier for people just looking for a thrill. Of course, having money doesn’t mean someone can play well withothers or have a moral code. That’s what background checks and stringent recommendation requirements are for.”
She’s fully captured my interest now, and even when we get out of the bath, I keep asking questions. It’s distracting me from the soreness from the flogger, even as her gentle hands applying the cream threatens to put me to sleep.
“So there isn’t necessarily one that offers everything?”
“No, it really just depends. Some are much more geared toward people who want to share or find swaps. Others are more so for things that can’t be as easily organized without the help of the club management like orgies, hunter/prey parties, gloryholes, reverse gloryholes, and dark rooms. Things like that.”
“Dark rooms?” I groan as she rubs into my instep, having finished her bruise cream application and treating me to a full-body massage.
“Basically an orgy in the dark. You can’t see anything, so everyone operates on feeling alone to grope, penetrate, etc. Ideally, you leave never having seen who you sucked or fucked.”
“Are those the clubs you prefer?”
“You know me well enough to know the dark room is a huge no from me. The places I enjoy certainly feature things like that from time to time, but I tend to enjoy bondage demonstrations, themed rooms for private play, exhibition areas, and places where submissives or pets can just exist as themselves.”
“What do you mean?” I’ve flipped over, and after a hard week of practice, her strong hands on my quads are therapeutic and heavenly.
“One club in London is just a fine dining establishment with multiple Michelin stars. People can bring their submissives and have them eat nude and on the floor, or nude in their lap. Masters can leash their pets and bring their dog bowls to eat outof while enjoying good conversation, food, and wine. There’s no intercourse allowed at all.”
“Hmm…ugh, that feels good. You’re a saint.”
“Not sure I’ve ever heard that one before.” She laughs. “Demon, certainly. Succubus, a time or two.”
By the time she pulls a blanket over both of us, I’m almost asleep, but intrigued.
“What would you do with me in a club?”
She thinks for a long moment before answering. “It would depend on what you were comfortable with, solnyshko. I could string you up with more intricate patterns than before and use you as a mannequin for a Shibari workshop. I could edge you to within an inch of your life and let everyone watch you struggle and sob for me.”
“Hmm…” She’s playing with my hair, and I’m drifting fast.
“Or I could leash you and display you but not let anyone touch you. Just parade you around like my little toy, because you are.Mine.”
I try to reply, but I’m already halfway into dreamland, and I’m not sure if I heard her right, anyway. But if I did, that’d be alright with me.
She can do anything she wants to me if I’m hers.
Chapter 29
It’s almost unfathomableto me that Thatcher’s never been to a sex club before. I know many high rollers who value the discretion that the clubs provide, but I assumed he wouldn’t care about privacy. Professional athletes can be annoyingly flashy, always happy to show off how many women they have hanging on their arms.
If he wasn’t so fucking adorable, I would have slapped the blush off his face when I asked about going to a sex club, and he thought we were going to see strippers. And by blush, I mean he actually blushed at the thought that I would take him to look at naked women. He turned completely maroon when I corrected him, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I informed him that there will in fact be womenand menin varying degrees of undress. But that they won’t be dancing, they’ll be fucking.
He’s been equal parts excited and nervous about it, and it’s amusing to watch him flip between the two. It makes me think back to my first time going to a sex club. I was only seventeen and entirely too young to be there, but Misha convinced me to get a fake ID and sneak in with him. I really have Misha to thank for my ability to enjoy sex at all. After the…incident, I vowed celibacy, but he swore I needed to see something first. There was a special exhibition that night by a popular dominatrix, stage name Miss X. He found a flyer for one of the older soldiers in the bunkers and, after a quick Google search, determined that the Domme lifestyle was well-suited for me. And he wasn’t wrong.
I was in awe of the young dominatrix the whole time. One performance was all it took to convince me, and the two of us started sneaking in more frequently. It didn’t take long for Misha to buy into the kink life as well. We’re basically the same person, so it was no surprise to me how much he enjoyed being a Dom. We were years away from being old enough to become members, so to help our ruse, we joined as a married couple. We had a fake marriage certificate and everything. Being a Bratva heiress does have its perks from time to time.
Over the years, our preferences morphed. I prefer to have scheduled meetings with my toys. I don’t mind repeats, but anonymous encounters are also thrilling. The club I normally frequent in New York has an incredible anonymous screening process, and they’ve matched me with some of the most experienced submissives I’ve encountered. We aren’t going there tonight, though. This is a new club to me that came highly recommended by some of the friends I’ve made in the kink community.
Rendezvous Too opened several years ago and quickly became the top club in New York City. Its offerings are…unique. It has the basics, of course, but from what I’ve heard, they do an outstanding job of keeping things fresh and staying on topof trends. Last month, they had an Olympic village experience in honor of the games. And before that, an immersiveTitanicexperience. Literally immersive. I heard the lower level’s pool was used to simulate the sinking, perfect for anyone with a waterboarding kink. This month’s special is femdom, which is relatively tame but perfect for Thatcher’s first visit.
Our driver lets us out at the front door, and I take Thatcher’s hand. “Are you ready?”
“Are you kidding me? I didn’t even know these things existed. Of course I’m ready!” he yelps.
Alright, he’s flipped back to excited. That’s good.
