Wrong Turn in the Dungeon

Saturday Night - Opening Night of the Gentlemen's Club

The club looked perfect as Yasmine stood behind the bar at the back. She had spent every cent of her savings to get the place and have it retrofitted into an elegant gentlemen's club fit for the 1930s. The music thumped low making the floor under her feet pulse. "Place looks great, Yaz," came a husky voice from her left. The English accent caught her attention as it always did the first time she heard it in a while.

She tried to cover the blush but it didn't work--it never worked. "Thanks. Tonight's opening night. What could go wrong?" she asked knowing that nothing in the rebuild of the place had gone right on the first attempt.

Kane 's laughter tickled a place in her mind she would rather not think about. "Only you would say something like that after the fight you had to get this place open in the first place," he said, stepping behind the bar and grabbing a bottle of something she couldn't pronounce from the top shelf. He poured each of them a double-shot and set them on the bar. "To opening night."

She looked from him to the glasses and back before shaking her head with a laugh. "To opening night," she said, before tossing back the shot. He followed suit and reached out to take the glass from her fingers.

"How long before you open the doors," he asked, looking out over the collection of tables. The place impressed him more than he expected when he had first gotten a look at the place.

Yasmine paced the length of the bar, her nerves stretched tighter than a drum. "Just over an hour. I've done everything, just waiting for the proper time."

He stepped up behind her. "Good, perfect amount of time to get you to relax." he placed his hands on her shoulders, stopping her in place. "Come with me." he spun her on her heels. He directed her to the offices he had helped build and closed the door behind them.

She stared at him. He had never touched her before. In fact, he made a point of not touching her. "Kane?" she questioned.

He let a smile slip over his lips. "Yes, Yaz?" He made the words sound like a question. Need filled his tone and she shivered at the ideas it brought to her mind. She had thought of him as sexy the moment she heard his voice, by the time she saw his face she had already been hooked.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

"That I want you. I want to make this night something special," he said, turning her to face him. He lowered his head, capturing her mouth with his.

The kiss heated every cell of her body. Longing filled her. She raised her arms wrapping them around his neck as he deepened the kiss. Her hands fisted in his hair holding him in place. She couldn't get enough of his taste. A sigh escaped her as his hands wrapped her hips, yanking her to him. He lifted his lips, sucking in a breath. "Yaz. If you are going to stop me, do it now." he sighed lowering his forehead to hers as he fought to control his breathing.

"Never," was all she managed to get out before lifting on her toes to recapture his lips. She had to get more of that taste. It wasn't the drink they had shared, though she could taste the alcohol on his lips it was something more, something deeper. She melted against him trying to match her curves to his hard angles. Her breath caught as she pressed against him and his hardness heated her belly. It couldn't be that big. That ridge had to have been at least twelve inches long and felt like it was still lengthening.

He lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing more than a case of beer. With his free arm he swept everything from her desk, papers scattering to the floor before setting her on the edge. For an instant she was glad she had put the computer on the wall side of things, then all thought fled as his fingers found the wet heat between her thighs. Her lips parted at his probing fingers as his teeth nipped at her neck. "Let go, Yaz. Just let go and ride the pleasure." he whispered against her sweat kissed skin.

She had no choice. She couldn't have stopped the journey she was on if she had wanted to. Her orgasm was coming faster than she had known they could. Her head tipped back and an almost animal howl escaped her as the muscles inside her tried to swallow his fingers. A long moment later she collapsed against his chest breathing hard, his fingers still buried inside her. "What, how, holy god." she rambled, shaking as she tried to pull away from his chest.

He chuckled letting his wet fingers slip from her. He lifted them to his lips watching her widen widen as he cleaned the slickness from each in turn. Before cleaning her from his index finger he traced her lips with it. As she gasped he dipped it inside. As she suckled on her own juices her body once again reacting to his touch she felt her nipples harden. Squirming on the edge of desk her mind drifted on the mixing flavors of his skin and her juices in her mouth. It was intoxicating.

Then, in an instant all thought other than his existence was shattered as she felt his thickness at the opening between her legs. He couldn't possibly be thinking of putting all of that inside her. In a breath he did just that. The sensation of his hard shaft filling her fuller than anything she had ever known--even some of the toys she had purchased on a whim years before--had her gasping and arching back against the arms holding her upright. He let her fall carefully back to lay across the desk giving him an open view of everything about her.

His thrusts were slow and patient as she adjusted to the pressure inside her. Oh it was at the edge of pain, but pleasure filled her more. Her head began to clear as his pace steadied to something she could match. Rocking in rhythm with him she raced again toward climax. Only to have him slow to a stop heartbeats before she would have happily tumbled into the oblivion of her second orgasm. "Not yet, little dove. There is so much more I want to know before we finish tonight and so little time." he leaned forward nipping her neck as he tugged the tail of her shirt from the waist of the skirt he had simply moved aside. Her hands grabbed for his head again this time her fingertips brushed the tops of his ears-pointed ears. She had noticed them the first time they met face-to-face but hadn't put it together. As she struggled to wrap her mind around the thought trying to escape he pulled back and thrust forward again effectively banishing the thought from her mind. "You can think later. Now just feel." he said, continuing to thrust into her at a speed that had her gasping for air and pulling him closer at the same time.

She raced toward her climax again the howl of pleasure ripping up her throat. This time he leaned forward covering her mouth with his as the orgasm rocked her. She felt him expand again filling her to near bursting as he pulsed. Two thrusts later he screamed his own release as he jerked his head back from her lips.

Long moments later his length slipped from her and she whimpered at the loss. He giggled at the sound, his cock reawakening with practiced ease. He touched her breast through the thin material of the bra he hadn't removed knowing that once the night was over and the doors of the club closed he would take his time with her. Stepping back he tucked himself away and forced a normal smile to his lips. "Once we close this place tonight I will have you again." he lowered his head so his lips just brushed the skin of her neck. "Now get changed into that black scrap you called a dress this morning."

She sat up her body aching in ways she never thought possible. "How am I supposed to get through the night now?" she asked walking over to the ensuite bathroom to change.

"Leave the door open. I want to look at you," he said, settling into the chair at her desk.

She listened and left the door open as she removed the last of her clothing. Once she was naked a thought occurred to her and she turned toward the office. Standing there in nothing but her skin she watched a smile play at his lips. HIs cock was once again out of his pants and holy god it was as big as it had felt. The thing was massive and it took all of her willpower to stay in the bathroom. A glance at her watch told her it was only a few minutes until she was supposed to open the doors to her club. She slipped the tiny scraps of black fabric over her body making sure that they covered what they were meant to cover as she watched him pull and tug at the cock she longed for. She opened her mouth to say something--she wasn't even sure what other than to beg to have him inside her again--but he beat her to form words.

"Just remember tonight while you pour drinks and greet your clients for the first time. This is waiting for you downstairs in the rooms that won't open to the public until Friday night," he said.

She watched as precum dripped from the tip of that massive cock. Unable to control herself she stepped across the room, her high heels clicking on the wood floor until she stood directly in front of him. Keeping her eyes locked on him she dropped to knees. "Tonight is whatever," she whispered, taking as much of him into her mouth as she could. It wasn't nearly as much as she wanted. He stretched her throat wider than she thought possible as she bobbed on his shaft.

He let her suck on him for a few breath stealing moments before gently lifting her off. "Not now, little dove. Tonight. For now, go open your club. You'll see me soon enough." he said standing, slipping himself back in his pants and walking out of the office like nothing had happened. She growled and knowing every client would be able to smell her need buried her fingers into her own wetness. Yasmine thrust herself to three more orgasms before she felt she could face the public. She turned to return to the bathroom to wash her hands just as the door opened letting her assistant in.

"Yasmine, you're late. You should have made your entrance a half hour ago when we opened the doors," he said, scolding her.

She shook her head. Kane had opened the club on time. Now she needed to make her entrance. She flipped her hand at the man she called her assistant as she walked past. The place wasn't loud but music could be heard under the murmur of voices and people moving around.

Kane was standing behind the bar somehow dressed in an elegant suit of the deepest black she had ever seen. She stepped up beside him and spoke, keeping her voice low. "Thank you for opening on time."

He grinned. "Not a problem. Now get to the stage and make your announcements." he said, patting her ass as she turned away.

She squeaked. This was new and she didn't mind it. As she crossed to the stage where there would be live music on the weekends her mind drifted back. Pointed ears. It had never been something she questioned. She stepped onto the stage and everyone went quiet. "Good evening gentlemen. I trust you are enjoying yourselves. This is opening night and while the dungeons won't be open tonight you will be able to meet some of our mistresses and masters as they circulate through the room. If you have any questions please feel free to ask." she said. Turning to step from the stage her eyes caught Kane standing behind the bar. The mirror behind him showed the muscles in his back perfectly. He had to be normal--yet there had been nothing normal about what they had done. She could feel the blush coloring her cheeks as she quickened her pace across the room. Just as she reached the end of the bar the heavy doors opened allowing men and women dressed in vintage fashions to enter the room. All was going well. She slipped back behind the bar and grabbed a bottle to start pouring drinks. Before she could get the top off Kane moved behind her his hands sliding down her sides to her waist.

The need to press back against him was overpowering. She pressed herself against him, feeling the power of his shaft harden at the contact. Somehow under the din of the club she heard the sound of his zipper lowering. Her breath caught as he pressed her against the bar slipping into her wetness with an ease that surprised her. He thrust fast and deep bringing her to the edge. He pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants as he sank his teeth into her shoulder even as she collapsed against the edge of the bar.

A mountain of a man stepped up to the bar, a smile gracing his face. "From the looks of it, this place is going to be enjoyable."

She blushed. "How much of that did you see?" she asked, forgetting that she was supposed to be playing host not getting fucked in front of everyone.

He stayed composed. "Just enough to know that I will enjoy watching you and that Elf work together if that's the kind of show I will get to see when I come to the bar." he nodded. "Can I get a double whiskey neat?"

She stepped back grabbing the bottle of high end whiskey. Pouring him a healthy double she sat it on the bar. "What did you mean Elf?"

The smile that graced his lips had her wondering if her clientele would be as varied as she hoped. "I saw what he put away. That's one hundred percent elf. You are a lucky woman."

"That she is," Kane said, returning to stand beside her. "However, she is not on the menu. You can watch and look all you want, but trust me touching is not a good idea." he growled, lowering his head once again to her neck, running his tongue over the teeth marks he had left earlier. "She is mine."

The man stepped back from the bar with his drink in his hand. A nod as he wandered away. Yasmine noticed he had a foratable bulge in his pants as he did. She turned and looked up into Kane's eyes. "Are you going to do that all night?" she asked.

His smile told her everything she needed to know. He turned and walked to the other end of the bar without answering her. She returned her focus to the next person stepping up to the edge of the bar. The man was only just over five feet tall and dressed as impeccable as Kane. "What can I get for you?" she asked.

He looked past her. "A piece of him would be nice, but I'll settle for a gin and tonic." he said.

She nodded with a snap. Pouring the drink she fought back the urge to growl at the man. It wasn't her place to claim Kane, yet. The man took the drink and she served the next ten or fifteen men without incident before a man who couldn't have been thirty yet walked up to the end of the bar and attempted to step around it.

She swallowed, not knowing how to handle the situation. She need not have worried as Kane stepped between them, his eyes a rage. His voice was cold as ice as he spoke. "There will be no drama here, and no clients behind the bar." The man stepped back out into the room as another man, Joseph, if Yasmine remembered correctly dressed in a version of military blues stepped up and took him by the arm.

"Time for you to go. I will need your entrance card too before you leave," the guard said.

She watched as the guard led the man away. His paycheck was worth every penny. She turned to Kane. "Thank you."

The fire in his eyes glowed almost like a living thing. He took a step toward her. She held her ground even as fear tickled the edges of her mind. No--he wouldn't hurt her--no more here than he would have in the bedroom. His hands grabbed her hips, lifting her up onto the bar. This time she was ready for it as he lowered his zipper and slammed into her. In that instant the gentlemen's club was the last thing on her mind. He pounded in and out of her using the tightly reigned anger to prove to everyone in the room she was his. It wasn't long before she felt the tide of orgasm dragging her along. "Please.." she begged.

He yanked her hips closer burying himself as she felt him once again expand and pulse as he grew inside her. Her head fell back as she growled at a volume that tore at her throat. He lowered her to the surface of the bar as he had the desk leaving himself buried within her. He raised his voice. "She is mine," his voice rang out through the room causing heads to turn and eyes to sharpen. "No one but me touches her."