A Wifey for the Bad Boy(43)

“This is our main floor,” he told her. “We have private rooms above, and a separate VIP area two floors up where the membership caps at fifty. Those are the coveted memberships, twelve thousand a month. We have memberships as low as three hundred a month, so a wider span of people can get in here, as long as they pass all background checks.”

She couldn’t even imagine that much cash. “Must be exclusive.”

“It is.”

Glenn allowed Melissa to drift toward one of the alcoves, where a woman was being petted by her Dominant. She arched up when he stroked down her back, practically rising off all fours.

“That’s a sensory exercise,” he told her. “If you look carefully, Gina has a dildo in each hole—anus and vagina. As she rises and falls, they stimulate her, keeping her on edge.”

Melissa made a vague sound, she’d been transported to a new place, a realm where everything was too bright, too stark, too...beautiful.

“I’ve read about these sorts of places in books, but I never quite thought I’d see one.”

“They’re based in reality,” he pointed out and she giggled, feeling a little embarrassed. She was such a newbie to all of this.

They drifted from area to area, and she watched a muscle-bound man getting flogged by a tiny woman, two women whipping a man, a woman completely covered in latex with a straw in her mouth. Everywhere she turned there was another scene, another sensory delight, another over the top display of power and the give and take between humans. The patrons crossed all lines, young and old, costumes to casual clothing. All races were represented here. It was a true BDSM-centric melting pot.

Melissa stood quietly at Glenn’s side as he took her through the club, her body and soul reacting to not only his magnetism, but the obvious strength in the Dominants and the care they gave to their submissives. It was a different world here and one she desperately wanted to become a part of.

“Are you done?” he asked her after an hour or so.

“Done?” she asked, turning to look at him.

“With observing.” There was some weight to those words, and she watched him, uncertain how to respond.

“I…guess?”

“Come with me. Private room. Upstairs.”

“I…” Her mind was whirling.

“Melissa, you want this. Don’t pretend you don’t. I’m willing to give this to you here, on neutral territory. You have only to say yes.”

“Yes,” she whispered, surprising herself. And her body too, apparently, as the thought of him dominating her caused her panties to soak right through with her juices.

Glenn brought her to a room with a keypad entry and entered a code. He let her go in first, shutting the door firmly behind her, and she had the sense that it was symbolic of closing one aspect of her life and starting a new one.

She was ready.



Glenn watched her responses and reactions as she took in the variety of scenes. A mid-month Friday wasn’t the most exciting time at the club, but there had been a variety of scenes, from breathplay to sensory stimulation, and she’d seemed to get some benefit from each situation. Now, he’d have her in his lair, and see what she responded to.

He thought he had her figured out. Maybe he did.

“Melissa, get on your knees. Your safe word will be mustard. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy now, giving her a vulnerability that he couldn’t wait to explore.

“You’ll do everything I say, unless you cannot. In that case, use your safe word and the scene will end.”

“For good?”

“For tonight.”

She nodded, dropping to her knees. Her hands clasped together at the small of her back, and she stared at the ground, her back erect. She made a beautiful picture, her long, black hair spilling over her shoulders.

He tucked that hair behind one ear, stroking up the column of her throat. She swallowed hard.

“Melissa, this is new to you, so I’m going to give you some autonomy here. Tell me what you want.”

“You.”

In the ambient light of the room, he could see the color flaring on her cheeks.

“Do you want me to dominate you?” he asked, pressing her.

“I...maybe?” She clearly didn’t know how to answer it and he nodded, his mind made up.

“How do you want me, Melissa?”

“Fucking me.” She seemed surprised that she’d said the words, but once they were out, she couldn’t bring them back. Instead, she swallowed hard, working against what must be her nerves.

“More than me dominating you right now?”

“I...yes?” She seemed uncertain, but then she stilled, and he sensed her going deep into thought. “Yes,” she said, more firmly. “I want…”