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Warning for this chapter my dears. Discussions of abuse, witnessing a scene, and talks of the community itself. Thread carefully, but have fun.

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This was really a strip bar.

Where naked women did stuff. But, the woman was tied there, her legs open, breasts free. Everyone could see her.

Elodie started to go forward, but stopped when she noticed that no one was making any move to help the woman. Some were even watching her openly. A man in shiny dark blue latex and a wife-beater within a roped off area busy with some metal things in his hands.

Elodie made herself study the woman on the cross thing. Eyes on the man in latex, the blonde wasn't hurting; her squirms betrayed that she was provoking the man.

She wanted to be tied up and displayed like that?

Biting her lip, Elodie tried to imagine what type of person would willingly give themselves up to another person. Giving up control and power and trusting the person not to hurt you.

It was indecent and not proper.

So, why was she fascinated?

Why did this place feel like a a dream come true, but so much more erotic than she'd ever imagined?

Her face flushed when she remembered A-Sir telling her how much women fantasized being treated by men that way.

Elodie looked at the woman again. A little voice whispered: what would that be like?

Heat flared in her belly at the thought of being there, wrists lashed...no. I have to keep moving.

She threaded through the spectators, past the roped-off area. Most of the members were in couple or groups, and Elodie felt conspicuously alone.

And underdressed, even if she wore more than most of the woman. But she showed enough cleavage to draw the eyes, and her breasts bounced with each steps she took.

People brushed past,, leaving perfume, cologne, and musk in their wake. A couple went by, the man leading the woman with a leash around her neck, the heady scent of sex permeated the air around them.

Elodie touched a hand to her neck. Her core actually shook as she imagined being collared that way, hands around her neck, holding down with enough pressure to cut off her air flow, touching her. A man—Sir—doing anything he wanted to her.

She felt like a kitten freed like the kennel, faring forth on a new adventure, ears forward, tails held up high.

It was like walking through a twisted scene of Alice In Wonderland, Elodie decided, one where all the characters had just sex on their minds.

She was propositioned by a woman, by a fat man with enough stomach rolls to hide his really tight leather clad thighs, by two couples thralling for threesomes. Hell, there was even one weird guy who wanted her to...

"You want me to tie you up?" She repeated in disbelief. Surely there were laws about these things?

He had big Hazel eyes, full pink lips. Chains and leather harness that displayed toned muscles. He nodded so hard she worried for his neck. "Yes, please, mistress."

Elodie pursed her lips. "I don't go around tying people. Guys, especially."

He looked so disappointed, lips down turned at the corner. He reminded her of the emoji itself. But he did perk up when she patted his head like she'd seen that man do earlier. He tipped his head and rubbed against her like a cat.

This place had the definition strange of strange down to pat.

Turning away, she continued with her tour with a touch of trepidation. After all, how much worse could it get?

Farther down the hall, another small area was roped off, and Elodie stopped with a quick breath.

She asked that question too soon.

Face against the wall, a naked woman hung from shackled wrists. A medium height man wearing only black leather pants stood behind her, slapping a whip with nine tails on his opened palm. Testing it.

Without the slightest warning, he brought those sharp looking edges down on her buttocks. The sound made Elodie cringe even before the woman's high pitched shriek.

Before she could talk herself out of it, Elodie took a step forward. She was almost pushing past the barrier when a tight grip clamped down her wrist and she was being dragged away from the scene.

"Wait—" She started to protest, but that died when she looked up into the stormy face of Angelo.

A wince broke her gaze from his when the woman shrieked again.

Angelo didn't let her go, though. He led them right back to the bar. Elodie hadn't even realized how far she'd walked before he found her.

Then she remembered that he told her to stay put.

Sucks to be you, E2 mocked.

You're literally me.

The wrench snorted.

"What did you think you were about to do back there?" He asked once she was seated in the spot she sat earlier.

"I-I—"

His eyes glinted in the light. He was angry, but not in that cold calculated manner that spelled disaster. "If you had broken that scene, you'd be in a whole world of trouble right now. It's disrespectful." He signaled the bartender. "And what did I tell you about staying here till I got back?"

Properly chastisized, Elodie folded her hands on her lap.

He was right. Going off on her own like that was stupid. What if one of those people had decided to take her and strap her down to whip her? What then?

"I'm not rewarding your bad behavior," Angelo continued, and before she could ask what he meant, he added, "your drink. Pick what you want."

Water would be smart, but she was shaking a bit, and alcohol seemed to had burned off any fear from before. "Tequila sunrise, then. Thank you."

"David," Angelo said, his voice carrying over all the conversations. The bartender glanced over. "A tequila sunrise, please."

Ignoring the people in wait, David prepared her drink and set it in front of her. He grinned at Angelo. "She's real pretty."

Elodie folded her lips in between her teeth, and let her gaze drop to the glass. She took a sip of her drink, eyeing the one the bartender set in front of Angelo with interest. It looked and smelled so strong.

He took his glass without a word, and when his lips touched the glass, their gazes met and locked. She could almost feel those lips wrapping around her nipples...stroking over the swell of her breasts, the valley between them...

Girl, get a grip, E2 whistled, waving a red flag.

Angelo set the glass down, and, as if reading her mind, took her face between his palms and brought his mouth down on hers.

Elodie's heart sped up.

But it was the way he held her in place that sent hunger rushing through her blood streams. His lips were firm, teasing a response from her. A stinging nip on her bottom lip made her open her mouth, and he plunged in.

Everything inside her melted like an ice that's been left out in the open for too long. A burn worked it's way down to the space between her legs, causing a tingle that felt like brushing against a naked wire.

She clamped her hands down on his forearms in effort to keep herself grounded.

With a low laugh, he took her hands and put them around his neck. Nudging her legs open, he settled in between them. Hand on her ass, he slid her closer until she was rubbing against his thick reaction, the material of his trousers not a barrier at all. When she gasped at the pleasure surging through her, he simply took his deeper, his grip immovable.

By the time he pulled back, she was trembling all over; her fingers dug into the material of his suit over his shoulders so tightly her fingers ached.

She seemed to throb and pulse with the room.

Holding her gaze, he sucked her lower lip into his mouth, nipped the flesh enough to sting, then ran his tongue over the turgid flesh. And when he released her, a wicked smile told her that he was thinking of putting his lips somewhere else. Her nipples were little bullet point right now.

Angelo released her, but only to hold her around the wrist. He helped her off the stool; taking her toward the front of the room.

Disoriented from the whiplash, Elodie dragged her feet. "Where are we going?"

"After all that alcohol intake, you need some snacks," he said. "I noticed that you didn't eat much during our dinner earlier."

She'd been too nervous to do so.

Her stomach growled, though. "I guess so."

She hadn't noticed before, since it had been on the other side of the bar, but opposite the dance floor were long tables that held platters filled with finger foods. Angelo handed her plate, and she moved down the table, picking up tiny pastries, mushroom caps, and canapés. He didn't take a plate for himself and instead poured a glass of Apple juice for the both of them.

"You're not hungry?" She asked.

"Unlike you, I ate my fill."

They found an unoccupied sitting roped off area, and she sat down on the couch while he took the chair. He wasn't touching her, she realized. The distance between them felt like a wide chasm. She set the plate on the table, feeling bashful.

She'd let him kiss her so wantonly where people could see their every action. In fact, if he hadn't stopped it, then she'd have allowed him do...things to her.

"So," she began, "how'd you find a place like this?"

He leaned back into the chair, so clearly at ease, his legs stretched out before him. "I own it."

This man never seemed to cease to surprise her. Just when she thought she knew who he was, new things just kept cropping up.

"And before you ask, I didn't create it for money. There are many who needs a safe space to be themselves without being judged. Lonely people who want nights where they feel seen and heard. Plus, there are many out there where abuses takes place. I guess...you could say that I wanted to do better."

Elodie helped herself to a pastry. While it didn't have an earth shattering taste, it was filling. "Abuse?"

"As with any alternative lifestyle, Bdsm can attract unstable people. Here, at least, we ensure that everything happening is consensual and that it is more than a catchphrase. But even with our rigorous procedures, we still have some problems." His narrowed gaze flicked from her to the plate."Are you no longer hungry?"

She shrugged.

He smoothly changed seats, then patted at the space beside him. "Come here, Il mio fuoco." With an unyielding grip, he slid her until they were pressed together shoulders to thighs.

"I like you just the way you are," he murmured, reaching up to cup her breasts. And then, he slid his hand under the hem of her dress until his hand settled on her thigh. Elodie squeaked, a bit ticklish, and closed her thighs around him.

He leaned in close and bit down gently on her earlobe, and whispered, "I fully intend to bury—very, very deep—in all of you all until you're mine completely. Until you're begging for release."

God, she was panting now, chest heaving, and the whole world seemed to have gone up in flames.

Ever so slowly, his hands stroked down her leg, then he sat back, leaving her so hot and needy.

Picking up a canapé, he held it up to her lips."Eat, Elodie," he said. "You'll need it for later."

When her mouth dropped open, he popped it into her mouth. One arm around her shoulder, he kept feeding her bits and piece, talking to her about the club and the people that ran it.

David was a Dom, who worked the bar on most nights, and had lots of subs that always clamored for his attention. There was Ariana who was married to a woman who was a sub who liked public humiliation. Jared a round the sub who wanted to play all day and all night. Elena who wanted a Dom, but didn't play with one twice.

When the food was gone, Angelo was staring down at her with a smile. "Feel better?"

She was, surprisingly, to her delight. "Yes, thank you."

Then, she excused herself to the bathroom. There, she'd splashed her face with water to cool down, then dried them with paper towels. When she returned, Angelo was covering with a man with red hair, but he broke away with a smile.

"Let's head to other side of the room," he told her once she was within earshot.

The intent look he'd just given her unsettled her. Sure, she wanted to learn more about bondage stuff, but not to the point of being helpless.

"What's on the other side?"

"Privacy and comfort."

She followed him to a door marked as private, and was guided down a hall and into a small room. With a flick of his hand, the lights came on.

Elodie halted just inside the door, one wrist still in his grip. The music from the club was softer now, almost a mumur, in her ears as she looked around.

The dark-paneled room held a massive iron wrought bed with shimmery velveteen purple cover, an antique armoire, and nothing else.

She licked her lips. They were really going to do this.

He led her over to the bed and her breaths came out hard. He sat on the edge, pulling her onto his lap, clasping her hand in his own.

"First of all, this is all for pleasure. Can you trust me enough to relinquish control to me?" His eyes were intent as if he wanted to see into her soul.

She nodded. Then stiffened. "No one would watch, right?"

"No, baby." He stroked a hand down her cheek. "You're all mine."

Her muscles relaxed a bit. "Okay."

"Secondly, if you become uncomfortable with what I am doing or you're in pain, your safe word is red." His fingers continued their strokes. "Don't use it lightly, Elodie."

A way out. That was good.

She realized her hands were cold within his warm ones.

"But, baby." He tipped her chin up until she met his pointed gaze. "If you're hurting, you tell me. If you're frightened, tell me." His lips curled. "If I'm doing my job right, I will know. Nonetheless, I need your honesty."

Bare her thoughts and emotions?

Could sex with him as intimate?

Was this a good idea?

"You think too much at times." He buried his fingers in her already messy hair. "You're not required to answer any life or death question here. This is simply pleasure."

Tilting her head back, his mouth closed on hers in a tender kiss. He kissed her as though he had all the time in the world.

Her skinny heated, her nerve ending sparking to life. She couldn't just sit there and do nothing.

So, she buried her fingers in his hair, gripping the short strands and hanging for her dear life when he angled his head and took it deeper.

Her head spun like a carousel, her pulse kicked up its rhythm.

Elodie took everything he gave her, and returned it too.

Angelo rose to his feet, his mouth still on hers, and she barely noticed it, until he was turning her around to face the bed.

Bending her forward, he set her hand on the silk cover.

"Don't move your hands from where I put them," he said. "Do you understand?"

OH, they were starting...

Her heart thudded. Hard. As her fingers curled into the material beneath her fingers. She nodded.

"Say, 'Yes, sir', so I know you're hearing me."

Elodie swallowed, took a deep breath and uttered the words. "Yes sir."

"Good girl."

A/N:

S for sub Elodie. D for Dom Angelo.

Again, BDSM practices are broad and large, and it's not always all rosy, but on the other hand, it's quiet interesting and fun. Also, you want to know more?
Do. Research.

Books aren't always accurate, and gloss over somethings. But, doing your own researches can help you find your foot. 😊

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