Janie's Tempting Submission [The Men of Treasure Cove 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

Choosing to ignore everything but her body, Janie jumped into the shower and proceeded to get ready for tonight.

* * * *

The Pleasure Cave was an exclusive, members-only club catering to the exploits of the BDSM lifestyle. Owned and operated by Gabriel Sexton, the club itself was one of a kind. Spanning over a full city block, the club looked more like a high-priced prison than a sex club. It was abstentious, eccentric, and a visible eyesore. What it lacked in aesthetic appeal was quickly made up by the generous hospitality service the club boasted.

The club stood five stories high, and it was black as sin.

The sleek black-granite façade stood out against the Montana landscape. With darkly tinted windows, the place looked ominous and foreboding. Sitting on over a hundred acres, the club was out of the way and patrolled by Gabriel’s own private security personnel, who themselves were armed to a tee and ready for war. To the unseen eye, it was an eyesore, but to the men and women of Treasure Cove it was a place where dreams were made.

Driving under the canopy, Jeff handed the keys to his silver Audi R8 GT over to the valet. “Scratch it and die.”

“Yes, Sir,” the valet responded as Jeff watched as he slowly drove away.

Walking through the double doors, Jeff was greeted by a very voluptuous blonde named Violet. Her hair was pulled back in a tight knot at the base of her head. Wearing the standard black leather corset, white satin boyshorts, black thigh-highs, and four-inch heels, she looked lovely. Her makeup was simple, allowing her natural beauty to shine, but it was her golden choker that let Jeff know who she really was. Violet was a submissive. Head bowed and hands at her side, she stood beside a podium, waiting for him to speak.

“Good evening, Violet. I am here to see Master Gabriel.”

“Master Jeffery.” A tall man, standing about six foot six, with piercing gray eyes said, “Thank you for coming in early.”

Nobody could mistake Gabriel Sexton. His jet-black, shoulder-length hair curled at the ends. His deep-bronze skin glowed under the lights of the club, but it was his tattoos that made him look menacing. Born in New Castle, England, Gabriel Sexton left England at the age of eighteen in pursuit of something more. Though nobody knew exactly what he was looking for, the town of Treasure Cove welcomed him with opens arms, perversions and all. “Come. I have tea waiting.”

Jeff grimaced, shaking his head. “Dude, what did I say about tea? Tea is for pussies.”

“Well this pussy likes tea. Come.”

Following, Jeff felt at ease in the club. The stress of the ranch, the mess with the town charter, even worrying about Janie seemed to all disappear. Walking through those double doors, everything was forgotten about, and nothing else mattered.

Gabriel’s office was a stark contrast to the rest of the club. The contemporary furniture, against the metal and glass desk, made the room look more like a CEO’s office instead of an owner of a BDSM club. Walls adorned with priceless works of art, bookshelves with first editions, even the monochromatic gray carpet gave nothing away. Nothing in his office led anyone to see into the real Gabriel Sexton, let alone assume his extracurricular activities intertwined with his personal life. The man was an enigma.

Sitting in one of the hard gray leather seats, Jeff waited for Gabriel to sit. He watched as his friend poured his tea into a dainty porcelain cup. The man was meticulous, stirring three times before removing the silver teaspoon and laying it facedown on the matching saucer.

“So when is she due to arrive?” Jeff asked.

“Ms. Potter will arrive at nine tonight. She was given strict instructions to check in with Violet to where she will be led to the viewing room,” Gabriel said clearly, looking directly at him.

Anger rushed Jeff.

He knew what that room was all about, and there was no way in hell he was going to allow Janie to step one toe inside that room, “Over my dead body, Gabriel. I don’t want her seen by anyone else.” The viewing room was one of five rooms designed to make a newcomer feel at ease, but what they didn’t realize was that room boasted a two-way mirror, to where a Master or Dominatrix could watch and observe the submissive before they actually met. It was for the Dominant to quickly learn everything they could about the submissive.

“Then you should have moved quicker on her, my friend. Her application was accepted, and the Dungeon Master has been notified that she will be attending tonight. She must be inspected and told of the requirements before she enters the main club. If not, you know the club rules. She will be forced to stay within the boundaries of the media area.”

“Fuck that! The media room is an orgy of perverts and sex maniacs. I don’t want those deviants anywhere near her. They get one look at her and they will be on her like bees to honey. Those people are relentless. And don’t even get me started on the Dungeon Master. He is a total douchebag.”

“Hey, I resent that remark,” said the man in question who had just walked into the room. Jeff turned and growled at the tall black man. His dark ebony skin looked like obsidian. His Swedish features meshed well with his African roots, as he stood close to seven feet tall, weighing easily over two fifty. “Just thought I’d let you know, Master Gabriel, that there is a Ms. Potter waiting in the receiving room.”

Jeff jumped to his feet, looking at his watch. She was early. Looking back at Gabriel, who also had gotten to his feet, Jeff didn’t wait for any response as he made his way toward the receiving room.

* * * *

Janie knew she was early, but if she waited any longer her nerves wouldn’t have let her leave her condo. After calling Macie for a ride to the club, she grabbed the black box and waited.

Macie chatted her ear off the whole way about everything but the club. Janie was grateful for that. She could take the mindless chatter, but her mind concentrated on her instructions.

1.
When you get to the club, you will check in with the hostess.

2.
You will be escorted to a viewing room, where you will wait for your sponsor.

3.
Upon entering the viewing room, you will remove all clothing.

4.
You will not open the box unless indicated.

5.
If your sponsor accepts you, he or she will direct you in what will or will not happen during your first night at the club.

6.
At any time, you are free to stop all progress. At which time, you will be escorted back to the viewing room, where you will redress and have someone from the security staff escort you home.

7.
If you agree to these terms as they are laid out, then when your package arrives, please call the number on the card, and let the hostess know which date and time you would like to visit the club.

Walking into the beautifully decorated room, Janie stood motionless as her eyes took in her surroundings. The room was washed in a pale yellow, as if it was designed to make the occupant feel welcome. The furniture was plush, and she knew she would be very comfortable if she were to sit. The plants and paintings gave the room a nice aesthetic appeal, but it was the glass mirror along the back wall that drew her attention.

Moving deeper into the room, Janie saw a tall glass and a bottle of water set upon a silver serving tray set neatly on the coffee table. Dying of thirst, she wondered if it was left for her. Quickly deciding not to test that theory, she turned as she held the package that was delivered to her. The small package barely weighed five pounds, but it felt like a ton as she waited for further instructions.

She knew the sponsor was to introduce themselves, like in an interview process. She was okay with that, but the nerves she had tried so desperately to contain were now bubbling over. She just wasn’t so sure about this anymore. This was so unlike her. Ever since she read that darn book, all she could think about was how could a woman give herself so willingly? Wasn’t she scared? Trying to comprehend the logistics was a nightmare, let alone the pleasure derived from such actions. Trying to stop overanalyzing, Janie pushed the semantics from her mind.

So far she had adhered to all the requirements except one. She was supposed to take her clothes off and wait naked for a man or woman she didn’t know.

Can I do that? Can I stand naked and wait for some stranger?

Janie wasn’t so sure about that as she turned her head to look at the closed door. Severely shy, Janie had issues letting Doc Jenkins see her, and he was a professional.

This is wrong. I don’t want some stranger, someone I don’t even know to see me naked. How could I be so stupid?
I have to get out of here, she thought as panic set in.

The moment she decided to leave, the voice came through the walls.

“Ms. Potter, I am Master Jason, your sponsor for the night. Have you changed your mind?” a deep voice asked.

“I’m—I–I don’t know. I’m scared?”

“You should be. I must say, you looked very delectable, my dear. I can’t wait to see the marks of my whip as they crisscross against your back. Would you like that, sugar?”

“Um, I don’t—I think—”

“You asked for this, Ms. Potter. That’s why you’re here, right? Either you take your clothes off and let me inspect you, or this night is regrettably over.”

“Can’t I see you first?”

“No. You agreed to the terms when you called. I have held up my end of the bargain by agreeing to be your sponsor. Either you want to join me this night or you don’t—choose?”

Listening to the cold, calculated man, Janie felt a tremor run down her spine. Her inner voice was shouting at her to run. Something about this whole situation was off. She needed to understand more, do more research. She had made a calculated error somewhere. This wasn’t right. This was not what she wanted. “I am sorry for the inconvenience. I am going home.”

“As you wish. Someone will be with you shortly. Though I must say, it would have been my pleasure to show you intimately the true working of a cattail. Oh well, please leave the box on the table, and I bid you good night. It was lovely meeting you.”

And then the menacing voice was gone.

The room was silent as she laid the box on the table as directed, never knowing what was in it. Walking toward the door, she waited to be escorted out of the club. A sullen mood fell over her as she just realized that she had just given up her only chance at a lifestyle she was most interested in.

Chalking it up to a learning experience, Janie sighed and just wanted to go home.

* * * *

Jeff and Gabriel stood side by side as they waited for the elevator door to open on first floor. The only noise was when Gabriel’s cell phone rang. Jeff listened as he answered it, only replying, “yes,” and “I understand.” When Gabriel put the phone back in his breast pocket, he looked at Jeff. “Well, it looks like Ms. Potter got scared. She has asked to go home.”

“Who was her sponsor?” Jeff asked as his rage beginning to surge. He was going to kill the asshole for scaring her. A good sponsor was capable of making a submissive feel at ease. Not terrorize her.

“You know I can’t tell you that, Jeff.”

“Answer the fucking question, Gabriel, before I tear this club apart.”

Sighing, Gabriel smiled. “Jason.”

Wrath and hardcore fury emanated from Jeff, suffocating the confines of the elevator. The air charged as sparks made the small cube uncomfortable. Turning quickly, Jeff’s fist landed hard against the hard steel wall with a resounding crack.

“Well, that was uncalled for.” Gabriel sighed. Jeff turned his anger on Gabriel, seething.

“Oh calm down, Jeffery. The kid didn’t even touch her. What’s the problem?”

That prick Jason wasn’t old enough to tie his shoes, let alone be a dominant. He was reckless and prone to childish behaviors. Why Gabriel took him on was beyond Jeff, but there was something about the kid that just rubbed him the wrong way.

“You chose the kid! That little shit loves to whip women, Gabriel. He gets his rocks off inflicting pain, not bringing his subs to pleasure. He is a fucking hardcore sadist!”

“Sadist schmadist. I haven’t received one complaint about him, and till I do, I have Justice and Quinton watching him.”

The elevator doors dinged and opened as the prick in question walked by. Grabbing the punk around the neck, Jeff hauled him against the wall. “What the fuck did you do to her!”

“Fuck, man. Calm down. Did what to who?” Jason asked, gasping for air.

“Jeffery, let Jason go,” Gabriel said, steely from behind. Gabriel’s commanding and dominant voice brooked no recourse.

“You set this in motion, Gabriel, deal with the aftermath,” Jeff vented as his hand tightened around Jason’s neck. Just the thought of this kid even looking at Janie made him want to rip his eyes from his sockets, tear his limbs from his body, and feed his dick to the dogs.

No one was allowed near her.

She was his.

“Then you should put a collar on her and quick, my friend. Because she is searching for her place in this world, and if you don’t capture her soon, someone else will,” Gabriel responded.