A girls night out with her friends. It had sounded like a good idea at the time she agreed to go. Until they chose this club. But she was howled down when she had suggested going somewhere else. Anywhere else! Because this is "The Club" to be seen at, the current "In Place" to be.
Her friends don't know of her connection to this club and she didn't want to enlighten them. So she sucked it up and prayed that he wouldn't be there or at least didn't see her if he was. She didn't like her chances of that, Saturday nights were the busiest nights and he was very much hands on in running his business.
He is the reason the club was now one of the trendiest places in the city, he hadn't turned it around and pulled it to the top by being unobservant. He was also her old Dom. He'd broken their arrangement when she'd slipped up and called him Master one night, after they'd been playing together for several months.
Master was too personal an address, Master was too permanent in it's connotations. He hadn't wanted either of those things. So he'd called it quits.
Unfortunately for her she'd become quite attached to him. Cared about him and, yes, had wanted more, much more. She only hoped that she had managed to hide the hurt and disappointment from him. She also hoped that if any of the members of the Scene that frequented the club saw, and recognised, her they would be discreet about it.
So here she was, in a taxi, waiting for it to get a spot at the rank so they could get out. Swallowing her nerves she joined in with her friends conversation. Even though she had the horrible feeling she would run into Him she did her best to ignore it.
The taxi jolted forward and made a dive for a spot at the kerb. Making them all giggle as they paid the fare and piled out, onto the footpath, right in front of the entrance. Then looked at the line up of people waiting to get in. She used that as a reason to try and talk them into going elsewhere. Until she heard her name being called.
Damn and double damn! When she turned around she saw the familiar face of a fellow sub waving at her from the doorway. She excused herself from her friends and went up to him. Surprised to learn he was head of security and it had been her luck he was giving the regular bouncer a break.
They exchanged the usual "Long time no see" bit and he asked who her current Dom is. She made a quick fumble and told him she was currently between Doms. She didn't want him to know that she hadn't been with anyone, let alone another Dom since the last time he'd seen her. A couple of minutes chat later and he told her to call her friends up and he'd let them all in. She warned him that they don't know anything about her involvement in the Scene. Knowing that he'd keep her private life confidential.
Cringing internally, she'd gone and collected her friends, who were full of questions about 'Who is the hunk? And how did she know him? Right down to is he single?' So she told part truths and told them his first name, that he is an old acquaintance and she had no idea if he was single.
He did have a Mistress or Master, she'd seen the cuff on his wrist. But she wasn't about to explain that one to her friends or the intricacies involved.
Gathering her courage she led them up to the door and he hustled them all inside. She didn't see him unhook his phone, as the door swung shut, and press an express number. Nor did she hear him telling his boss that a woman, he'd only asked about last week, had just entered the club and was currently unattached.
They made a bee line for the bar to order drinks and by the time they'd been served her friend from the door was there and ushering them to a table with a Reserved sign on it. She cocked her eye at him and got a cheeky smile as he told her that's what friends were for. He also brought a waitress over and told them she'd look after them for the night.
As her friends talked and joked she took in all the changes that had been made since the last time she'd been here. She had to admit, He'd done a damned fine job of it.
Her wariness over the table being free turned to alarm when the waitress waived away their money when they went to pay for the next round of drinks, telling them they were on the house. And the sinking feeling hit bottom when the same thing happened with the third round.
She pushed her drink away, she didn't need to be drunk or even tipsy if she was going to have to deal with Him, and it looked like she would have to. Loosened up they got up as a group to go hit the dance floor. It didn't take long for men to step up to claim dances with her friends. She was just about to return to the table when a hand caught her arm.
She froze. Even after two years she knew his touch. Recognised it. She would always recognise it. Would always react instantly to it. Her nipples beaded painfully tight, shooting sizzling pleasure down to her clit and her pussy flooded with moisture.
Her head whipped around and their eyes met and held, without a word he pulled her into a dance. She submitted as she always did, she had never wanted to be anywhere else. Didn't want to be anywhere else now, even if it hurt her. They danced without talking for several dances, their bodies communicating without words.
He could feel her hardened nipples rasping against his chest. Could feel the fine trembling that ran through her. Could guess at the amount of moisture coating her sex and thighs. Moisture he desperately wanted to lap up.
Nor could he hide the erection that was pressed into her belly, that she rubbed against with sensuous movements.
Unable to stand any more he led her from the floor. Then leaned in and talked into her ear, "We need to talk, but not here. Will you come with me?" He moved back so he could lift her chin and look in her eyes.
He watched as she swallowed painfully and nodded, "Yes."
He told her to go let her friends know that she was leaving and not to worry about her. He also told her not to worry about them, that Security would make sure they were alright and would make sure that they all left together. Nodding again she went to tell them she was leaving. And was relieved that they'd had enough to drink that they didn't ask questions.
She followed him into the lift and out into the employee car park. She climbed into the car when he held the door for her but they didn't talk as he drove. She steeled herself when he pulled into the driveway of his house.
So many memories were made here. Most of them good, but the last ones were painful. He helped her out of the car and led her inside. No sooner had the door closed than he was on her.
His hands fisted in her hair and tilting her head back for his kiss. Instant heat erupted between them, the old chemistry was still the same.
It didn't matter what he wanted, she would give it to him. Her own needs ensured it. Her need of him, her need to submit to him and her need to belong to him.
He pulled himself away and half dragged her down the hallway to his bedroom. He'd spent two long years imagining her in his bed. And now he was going to make damned sure he kept her there as long as possible.
She was stunned that he brought her in here, he'd always kept his bedroom out of bounds. They'd always used his playroom and the bed in there, as well as every other room in his house. All except this one.
This was his sanctuary and had always been prohibited. She barely had time to register the room before he was undressing her, yanking impatiently at the zip on her dress. His hands encircling her breasts as her bra fell away, his thumbs rubbing and teasing the sensitive tips. His mouth ran over her face and down her neck. He found the responsive point in her neck and suckled hard enough to mark her.
She writhed in response to him her own hands undoing buttons and pulling his shirt out of his pants before pushing it off his shoulders. Her fingers ran over his abs and up to his nipples playing with them before shooting down to undo his belt and pants.
