The Gentleman Mentor(58)
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hale
Having Brielle inside Crave makes me feel possessive and territorial in a way I’ve never experienced before. As we climb the stairs to the second level, Doms openly admire her. Even a few submissives lift their eyes to inspect her, silently wishing they look half as poised and beautiful as she does tonight. It makes me proud to have her on my arm, yet part of me wants to lock her away in a private room, away from the lecherous eyes that follow us.
I skipped the tour of the first floor, because it’s mostly just a lounge and bar meant for mingling, along with a public play area, which I’m sure she saw when she came in. The second floor is where the real action takes place.
“Where did you leave Kirby?” I ask, suddenly remembering she said she came with him.
“With Chrissy.”
I nod. “He’ll be fine then.” Chrissy only plays with real Doms, and since Kirby doesn’t even come close to fitting that bill, they’re probably just having a drink. “Come here, I want to show you something.”
We reach the first room, and I stop in the hall to face her. “If anything you see bothers you, just squeeze my hand, okay?”
She nods, and I push open the heavy steel door to the dungeon-inspired playroom. Hooks stud the floors, walls, and ceiling. A padded bench and an iron cross with restraints provide play areas, and they’re both currently occupied.
Given that New Year’s Eve is one of the biggest party nights, the club is packed with many people dressed in fetish gear. Brielle’s eyes are wide as she takes in everything. She’s quiet and almost contemplative about what she’s seeing, but she never once squeezes my hand as I guide her from room to room.
We only briefly tour the sterile hospital-themed room where a man is using a violet wand on his patient. Brielle flinches when the spark of electricity leaps from the end of the wand and onto the woman’s bare pussy.
“What is that?”
“The wand produces erotic electric stimulation. It provides a warm tingling sensation, but used on a low setting, doesn’t have the power to produce real pain.”
Brielle sags in relief beside me, but I can tell this is outside her comfort zone. Mine too, if I’m honest. It takes a lot of skill and restraint for a Dom to learn how to use the tool properly.
Once we’re back in the hallway, I lean down to whisper near her ear. “How are you doing?”
She gives me a tight nod. “It’s all very…enlightening.”
I nod in agreement. “Have you seen enough?” This scene was a little overwhelming, even for an experienced Dom like me. I tend to opt for privacy and sensuous scenes, not the public, extreme play that is going on inside these rooms tonight.
“Which room is your favorite?”
The idea of getting her alone and out of that miniskirt has my cock hardening already. “This way.”
We turn the corner to a less busy area of the club. The ultra-private Pandora rooms can be used for private scenes.
I find a door with a green light, meaning that it’s available for use, and turn to face Brielle. “Are you sure you’re game for all this?”
“There’s only one thing I want.”
“What’s that?”
“The other times we were together were about me. You taught me to be confident and made me feel desirable, but tonight I want to see what you like.”
“I like anything that involves you naked, sweetheart.”
She shakes her head, frowning at me. “I’m serious. No more going easy on me. I mean it.”
“And you’re sure that’s what I’ve been doing?” Something about seeing her in this environment amuses me. I’m practically fucking giddy, and I can’t help but tease her a little.
“Yes. I…I think so,” she says. “I want to learn your preferences. Please.”
I take a deep breath, my cock once again flexing against my zipper. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Absolutely.”
“Very well.” It’s like she’s flipped a switch inside me. “I need you to be sure.”
“I am.” She straightens her shoulders, refusing to back down.
“And you remember your safe word?”
“Peach.”
“Good girl.” I point to the door we’re standing in front of. “This is a private room with a locking door.”
“So it’ll be just us?”
“If that’s what you want.”
She swallows, her throat working with the effort. “I trust you.”
“Do you know what it means if I ask you to present yourself?”
Her answering gaze is inquisitive. “No, sir,” she admits after a beat.