Queen (Mistress & Master of Restraint) (29 page)

“Agreed.
Now your name is Angel and mine is Queen. No telling our real names and you haven’t met Kris yet either. If you fuck this up, I will punish you and it won’t be for play. Do you understand me, Fate? Ade’s life is hanging in the balance and we’re going to swing it to our advantage. This is our life from now on until we save Ade. You will be the best damned submissive on the face of the planet. It can’t be that difficult. Just follow my lead and do as I say. We have to be a quick study. And don’t be frightened, I promise to protect you. If you need something or don’t like a suggestion, pinch me twice and then I’ll let you whisper in my ear.

Okay?”

“Okay, I can do that. I trust you, Queen.” She tries the word out for size and smirks. “I remember Whitt calling you that instead of Regina. Is that why you’re using it? Is it in homage to him?”

“Yes and no. I had another nickname and I’ll be damned if anyone gets to call me that.
It was for Grant’s lips only.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry I brough
t it up,” she says dejectedly.

“I’m not a delicate flower, Fate. You guys can talk of him. We all loved him in different ways. I won’t melt, no matter how badly I may want to. I just hope I don’t fuck this up for his sister. He would kill me if he wasn’t already dead. I have to protect them from now on since he can’t. Are you ready, Angel?”

“I’m ready, you lead the way.” She lifts her head and pulls her shoulders back, but her look of confidence is eclipsed by the fact that her teeth are rattling and her hand is scrunching mine.

I shore up my own resolve and no would know from the outside that I’m a stew of emotions brewing on the inside. I pull my diminutive submissive behind me and pray t
hat I don’t fuck this shit up.

The blood-red metal door opens before us by unseen hands. As soon as we enter the music hits full force, pumping its sounds into our eardrums until our hearts either join the beat or stops beating all together.

Fate wraps one arm around my midsection and bites her nails into my side. I hope she loosens up next time or I’m leaving my sub to home. I can’t work with her hanging onto me like a security blankie.

Another brawny bouncer nods his head in hello and the door thuds behind us. He has the unseen hands. I nod back to the fellow and drag Fate down a wide set of stairs onto the sunken dance floor. This club is just a club. Fate’s acting like it’s a slaughter house. She and Kris love talking of their exploits. This is the best location to rack up a few more wicked tales. My fingers pinch her chin and raise her face until blue meets green.

“This is just an ordinary club. My journey home from Hillbrook was a billion times worse than this and I went through that twice a day for four years. You go to clubs all the time with Kris and this is mild in comparison. Pull up your big girl panties or I’m taking your ass home. Play up your need to be attached to me, but don’t actually be afraid. It’s bullshit, Fate. Do this for Ade; she’d do it for you and more.” I try to drill my need for her to comply into her brain.

“Yes, Queen,” she whimpers.

“Good girl. Follow my lead. Let’s pay a visit to our Chica and have a drink or ten. Maybe we’ll dance for a bit after. We’re watching for now. I won’t know what to do next until inspiration strikes.”

I don’t allow her to respond. I remove my fingers from her face and try not to notice all the bright-eyed witnesses that are staring at us with lust and hunger. It’s as creepy as it is flattering. I bet they love the way Fate’s dress is see-through in the strobe lights. Even I will admit she looks
lusciously inviting in her virgin white that covers and bears all at the same time. We must make an interesting pair- pure submissive and her hard-ass Domme.

I wiggle us some space at the bar. It’s ridiculously packed in here. It’s also nothing I would expect. The music, lighting, tight-packed bodies, and the ambiance is exactly like any club in the city. The difference is the patrons take their dancing one step farther- some are almost mating. I swear a few are actually screwing each other but you can’t see anything. The circle of spectators proves my suspicions.

I glance around looking for a booth to camp out in, but they’re all full. Apparently, they’re the locations for oral sex. That’s something you don’t see at a regular nightclub- two ladies licking one lollypop. Fate and I both are transfixed by the lollypop. We simultaneously cock our heads to the side in amazement when one of the girls sucks it in until the stick disappears

“Now that takes talent, especially with one that huge.” I say in appreciation. We share a giggle and a throat clearing draws our at
tention from the oral display.

“Ladies, are you enjoying the show? Can I get you a drink?” It’s wrong of me but I want to correct Kristal and tell her to say
may I
, but I figure I’d get a fist to the face.

“Hi, there, surprise us,” I tell her since I don’t drink. I’ve never had a beer in my life. I trust Kristal to totally fuck up my order just to get me piss-drunk. I know I’m in for it when she smirks at me.

Two shot glasses appear before us, and Fate licks her lips in anticipation- maybe Kristal’s being nice after all. I watch Fate toss the shot back and I give it a go.

The moment the liquor hits the back of my throat I know I’m in trouble. Lava can’t be this hot. I start to sputter. Every breath I draw pours fire into my
lungs.

“Oh My God, what the fuck is that, a fire breathing dragon in a shot glass? Are you trying to kill me?” I look over to watch Fate’s reaction. She’s having
a hard time of it, too. Jesus.

“It’s called the Zombie and it’s the most potent drink we serve.” She gives me an evil smirk. “I thought if we started you out as strong as you could possibly go, you wouldn’
t wimp out on the next drink.”

“Diabolical bitch,” I hiss under my breath. It still hurts to breathe. “Give us something else. Something that isn’t the unholy union of Satan and the Sun. Ya know, maybe cool it down a few degrees to magma or an eternity in Hades,” I deadpan.

I suspiciously eye the next round of shots laid before us. Fate’s a more trusting sort, but even she picks it up and sniffs it first. When her nose hairs don’t catch fire and she smiles, I figure it’s safe. I make her drink it first, though. I’m not that fucking stupid.

“Yummy! Blackberry brandy,” Fate happily claps and eagerly pours the contents of her shot glass down her throat. When she doesn’t spontaneously combust into flames or keels over dead, I too, pour the drink into my mouth. I close my eyes waiting for the burn.
It’s slight compared to the Zombie. I rotate my head on my shoulders and purr as the alcohol invades my system. Um-hum, that’s really relaxing. I’d forgotten what relaxing felt like.

“Can I have another?”
Eager beaver begs the barkeep.

“No,” Kristal leans over the bar and whispers. “I know you can hold your liquor, but that Zombie is like ten shots of brandy. No more for you until later. I don’t think Regina wants to tow you around the club. Hey, is she okay?” I blink when I
realize she’s speaking to me.

“Oh, I’m fucking fabulous. How come I never drank before? If we could mix it with caffeine I would drink it night and day. OH!
Oh… oh… idea time!” I hop up and down. “We need to make a beverage that has lots of caffeine that would be tasty with liquor. I am so going to market that shit.”

“Fuck, she’s bombed already.” Kristal throws her hands in the air in
a gesture of giving up.

“Am, not!”
I shout.

“
Are, too!” They say in unison.

“I’m Queen and this is Angel,” I proudly slur to Kristal, trying to get back into character.
“Nice- an old nickname and a deviant striper name. Great, wonderful to meet you ladies for the first time ever,” she stresses the
ever
and I giggle like an idiot.  “I’m Kristal.” I rest my head on the bar and laugh until tears poor from my eyes. I bounce out of my seat with super-human speed.

“Hi, Kristal,” I shout while hopping in place. My ladies laugh at me and I don’t give a shit. Fate is holding her tummy she’s laughing so hard.

“Anything happening tonight? Anything that Angel and I may find interesting?” I ask eagerly.

“Maybe, I may have seen two hooded
asshats by the door leading to the dungeon.” Her voice sounds extra sultry to my inebriated ears. I sway to a song of my own making for a few moments.

“Oh, there’s a dungeon? This shithole isn’t it?” I giggle at the expression
of outrage on Kristal’s face.

“Of course there’s a fucking dungeon, this is a BDSM club, you idiot. And this isn’t a shithole,
” she growls at me in offense.

“Sorry, Ma’am,” and I’m not sorry at all. It’s nothing special in here. “So how do we get into the dungeon?”

“You have to be invited in.”

“So it could take a lot of time to be invited or I could just break us in. Is it a coded door? I bet I could hack that bitch while two-sheets to the wind.” I rub my palms together in anticipation. I could do it to. I want to test my drunken skills. Kris just rolls her eyes in reply and
looks at me like I’m an idiot.

“Obviously I have the code, dipshit. I can save you a lot of trouble, but I’m not giving it to you yet. Plus, don’t you think it would be kind of obvious when you two are zigzagging around the dungeon and none of the Masters invited you in. You need to mingle. I doubt it will take too long before you’re invited anyway. If it’s not this time, then it’ll be the next. You make quite the pair, especially with a drunk Queen. I never thought I’d see you like this. It’s amusing as hell to watch.”

“I want to dance. I think we should get our groove on near the dungeon entrance. What do you say Angel? Oh, wait, you don’t get a vote,” I giggle maniacally.

“This isn’t going to end well,” Kris mumbles as I drag my sub behind me through the crowd. I find a spot on the floor near the gray door with a key pad. I take a guess that it’s the dungeon door. I see a hallway with a red exit sign glowing on the far corner. This must be it. Fate smiles up at me and I swear under m
y breath.

“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” I shake my head no. I spent my teen-years studying my ass off. My early twenties were filled with education, childrearing, Grant, and staying one step ahead of
the Bastard
. After that I focused on building
Empowerment
, grieving, and raising Ella. I’ve never had a chance to loosen up until tonight. I’ve never even been on a date- ever. I was Grant’s dirty, little secret. No one has ever stamped Regina Regal worthy of keeping.
“Just follow my lead, flow to the music, and pray,” Fate says snarkily.

I echo her movements and sway with the music. I’d feel better if my tits weren’t hitting me in the face and if the material of my outfit was pliable- uncomfortable doesn’t cover it. I close my eyes and ignore the annoying sensations. The music roars over me and I join the crowd in tribute to Bacchus.

Half of my mind enjoys the dance while the other half keeps a constant eye on the door. I nearly piss my pants when the door opens, but I’m disappointed that the man exiting isn’t wearing a hood. He’s small, but stocky and naked from the waist up. His muscles are evident since he’s gracing me with a view of his cut chest and abs. A sheen of sweat glistens on his skin and I lick my lips.

My libido goes into overdrive. A mass of black curls obscures his eyes from me. As if he senses my attention, he lifts his face to me and I’m rendered speechless. His whiskey eyes are screaming a command for me to drop my gaze.
Fuck you, not happening, buddy
. I hold his gaze in defiance and his perfect lips curve slightly.

My eyes take a detour to check out the rest of the tiny man. He can’t be more than a few inches over five-feet tall. He wears black, leather pants as a second-skin. I go cotton-mouthed as I watch the bulge in his pants grow to an impressive showing. My eyes flick back to his face to see what has created such a strong reaction. I find his eyes devouring my submissive. I feel slightly rejected that I didn’t do it for him, but Fate is a sight to behold.

A pinch to my arm pisses me off. I glare at Fate and she recoils.

“Kneel by my thigh, Angel.” I command in a voice I haven’t heard in years. Only this voice is deeper, more desperate, and angry.

I’ve often wondered what Grant saw in me. Now I know- nothing. Men do not like woman that can bust their balls. At least not any man I’ve met except Grant. God, I miss him. And boy do I feel inadequate. I think exercise is on my horizon.

“What’d I
do?” She whines but complies.

“Honestly, where do I start? I know- how about we start with you crawling between Adelaide’s boney thighs and you never told me.” My voice hits the depths of hell.

I hadn’t realized how angry I was at her for shutting me out until this moment. How angry I am at all of them. I don’t need to know all their partners, but when it affects all of us I shouldn’t be the only one left in the dark.

She flinches as if struck. She huddles up to my thighs while resting on her heels. She grips my skirt in her fists. Big, blue e
yes glitter up at me in shame.