Chapter One
Ryan Carter stood in the control room watching all the activity going on inside his club. Extreme pulsed with fresh blood or more importantly, fresh customers. He checked the figures and sure enough for the tenth week running every single room he owned was filled with people ready to explore the BDSM lifestyle. During the day the club organized classes for couples wanting to delve into the Dom/sub lifestyle. By night, Doms and subs could converge together in a controlled environment. He checked each monitor from the dungeon below to the private rooms before settling onto the one for the main dance club.
The main dance club was where the liquor was sold and no one who consumed alcohol was allowed into any other part of the club. Ryan made sure to keep all areas of Extreme separated and well secured. He underwent his fire inspections and passed on all accounts. Getting to the BDSM part of the club would require a secured pass, which only he approved.
“Everything is going well,” Bill Tanner, his head of security, said. “I don’t see anyone causing problems. It’s actually going slow.”
“Good. I want you to keep an eye on everything. There’s no way I’m letting this place get fucked because of our lack of observation. I’ve heard other clubs having to close due to not watching what’s going on.” Bending forward, Ryan stared at the screens. Just the other week he’d heard another tale of a sadist abusing subs within a club claiming to be a Dom. Ryan hated all people who abused the lifestyle, giving Dom and subs a bad reputation.
BDSM was not for everyone but for those who lived it or wanted to be part of it, they should be allowed a place to feel safe. There were too many monsters out there waiting to take advantage of someone to naive to know the difference. Ryan was determined to keep his club safe. Extreme wouldn’t be tarred with any bad press.
“I think you’re worrying for nothing, mate. This club is fucking clean. Jake deals with that.”
Jake Smith one of his best Doms worked the main floors making sure no one tried anything funky. He trusted the man with the clubs reputation and so far Jake hadn’t let him down.
“You’re worrying too much. Go, have a drink, let loose and check out this fantastic club you’ve built.” Bill shooed him out the door, giving Ryan no choice but to leave.
Heading downstairs, he walked over to the bar, stopping in his tracks when he saw her once again. He didn’t know her name or why she visited the club. The mystery woman always sat at the bar until Jake joined her toward the end of the night. No man approached her and those who did left with their tails between their legs, metaphorically speaking. She wore a plain black cocktail dress that molded to every curve highlighting her flared hips and full luscious tits. Every time he saw her all he wanted to do was strip her naked to stare at every inch of her body.
No woman in all of his years being a Dom ever left him feeling like this. His cock tightened painfully in his trousers. The need to sate himself inside her body clawed at him, begging for him to make the next move. Jake never talked about his time with her.
She twirled the straw inside the long stem of her glass. He knew she never ordered anything alcoholic and always left around the back, not that he’d been paying much attention to the young woman. He reckoned she was about twenty-five years old and probably worked as some kind of personal assistant.
“Everything looks good here, boss,” Jake said, approaching him.
Keeping his gaze on the mystery woman, he listened to the updates Jake went through. The Dom at his side never missed a single detail.
“Good.” He stared at the blonde with the full-figured body. So many women were hung up on diets in this day and age. Ryan had a lot more problems than a woman being a size zero. Before he could stop himself, he asked Jake about the mystery woman. “What do you know about her?” He nodded toward her, not wanting to be so obvious as to point.#p#分页标题#e#
“Jesse? She’s fine, harmless mostly. I wouldn’t ask any other Dom to take care of her.”
Jake tensed and started to withdraw. Intrigued, Ryan stood in front of the other man. They were both six feet tall but where Jake had an air of teasing around him, Ryan meant all business. He hadn’t become one of the wealthiest men in the country by being easily pushed about.
Every challenge he faced, he did so head on without looking back waiting to see what would happen. The only way to live life to the fullest was by never doubting a moment of how he spent his time. Ryan lived life to the fullest but he never broke any laws, and he wasn’t known to the police.
“What are you not telling me?” Ryan asked. He saw past Jake’s lies. The other man was a good Dom but an awful liar.