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or balking at my commands. You asked what your safe word would be?"

Lara nodded, her eyes bright and nipples visibly hard through the thin

material of her dress.

"You don't get one. Forget about what you read or what you've heard and

concentrate on what you
feel
. I'm in control, and you must trust me to be

aware of what you need and to give it to you." He took a deep breath and felt

his own hunger stir. "I can smell your excitement, Lara."

He felt the shiver that rippled though her and she met his gaze. "Yes, Sir."

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Adrenaline coursed through Lara's veins. She felt like she was on a ledge,

and below her was an abyss. A very tempting and beautiful abyss, that was

full of unimagined pleasures.

Karl helped her step down from the truck and kept hold of her hand as they

approached the club entrance. He led the way down a set of stairs and past

the huge linebacker of a doorman who held the door open. There was

another set of stairs, narrow ones that lead them down into the underground

club. With each step Lara became aware of the steady throbbing music, and

the way her pulse seemed to match it, becoming heavy and languorous.

At the bottom, there was another bouncer, and this one greeted Karl by

name. "Good evening, Master Karl. Your booth is ready for you, and Julie will

be serving you tonight. Is there anything else you'll need, Sir?"

"Thank you, Josh, but I think that will be all for tonight."

Karl kept his fingers entwined with hers as he led Lara through the club at a

leisurely pace. He exchanged nods and smiles with a few people, but he

didn't stop as he made his way to the back wall. Lara tried to be casual about

all she was seeing, but she was sure her pounding heart could be seen

clearly by everyone in the room.

The Dungeon had chains and manacles hanging from the walls, and the

dimness of the cavernous room had a blue tinge to it that made it warm, yet a

touch surreal. People were dressed in various styles. Some wore casual

street clothes, others were topless, some were in full leathers, and a few

looked like they'd stepped directly out of the erotic photos she'd found on the

Internet.

Lara knew she looked good, but a sudden exhibitionist streak had her

wishing she'd worn a thong so she could strip off the dress and strut.

As soon as that thought entered her mind, an older man wearing leather

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pants and a vest with silver studs walked by holding a leash. On the other

end of the leash, walking a step behind him was a plump woman wearing

nothing but the collar attached to the leash, and a silver chain that hung

between her pendulous breasts, clamped to each nipple.

"Here, sugar." The humor was rich in Karl's voice as he directed her to slide into the circular booth he'd stopped at. She met his gaze as she slid across

the cushioned seat and couldn't hold back her delighted grin.

"This place is amazing. How come I never knew it was here? I play pool at

the pub directly across the street and I never even noticed it."

"Maybe you're not as observant as you think you are?"

She smacked him in the arm playfully and went back to looking around the

room hungrily. The place had a very different feel to it for her. She was

always comfortable in bars, she'd been hanging out in them since she was

ten years old, but this didn't feel like just a bar. It felt…electric.

Her heart was pounding, her blood was racing, and her thoughts were

slowing. Feel, Karl had said to just
feel
.

When a pretty girl in a black leather bra and tight leather pants that laced up

the front stopped in front of their table, it took Lara a moment to notice the

small name tag pinned to her waistband, and realize she was the waitress.

Julie asked Karl what they would like to drink and left to fill their order without

a word spoken to Lara.

Indignation swelled at being ignored and she tensed. But before she could

speak, Karl laid his hand along the back of the booth, and his fingers gripped

the hair at the base of her skull tightly.

He turned her head so she was facing him. "I ordered you a juice," Karl said, as if he could read her thoughts. "Remember, you are mine, Lara. Trust me

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to take care of you. That includes ordering your drink."

Their gazes locked for a tense moment as Lara realized just what she'd

agreed to. A knot of arousal curled low in her belly and she automatically

lowered her gaze from his piercing one. Once her gaze was lowered, Karl's

grip loosened and his fingers massaged the back of her head.

Sensations swamped Lara. Pleasure, anger, fear, and arousal. How could

she feel so much at once? All brought forth by a man she barely knew.

She gave herself a mental headshake and straightened her spine. She could

do this. She could do anything.

"Look at me, Lara."

He could've easily made her look at him again. His hand was still buried in

her hair, it wouldn't have taken much. But the command was in his voice, not

in his touch, and that is why Lara raised her eyes to his once again.

Karl's eyes were dark whirlpools that sucked her in. She could feel her doubt

and insecurities flow from her at the clear confidence in that gaze. The

strength in that hand wrapped in her hair was not there to hurt her but to

guide her.

"Yes, Sir?"

The words floated from her lips naturally, and everything in her softened at

the pride and pleasure that filled his gaze. His lips tilted and his eyes closed

in a slow lazy blink that made her pussy clench. "Come sit closer to me. I

want your hand always on my thigh unless I say otherwise."

Lara shuffled closer, her hand reaching beneath the table and eagerly

settling on the muscled thigh that now brushed against her bare one as Julie

arrived with their drinks. Karl called her his while she was there, and it gave

her comfort to know that he was hers as well.

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Julie smiled and left the table just as another female caught Lara's eye.

She looked almost like a pixie with short wispy hair that framed her face and

a small diamond flashing in her nose. Her tight body was shown off to its best

in a white fishnet body stocking, with only a scrap of silk wrapped around her

hips sarong style. But something about the way the woman walked had

Lara's nails digging into Karl's thigh.

No, it wasn't her walk, it was the way her eyes were zeroed in on Karl as she

sashayed right up to their table and slid into the booth on his other side.

"Hello, Master," she said and put her hand on Karl's other thigh.

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ara's hand started to slide off his thigh when Jan sat down, and Karl

turned his head to look at her, a warning clear in his voice. "Lara."

Her hand stilled and her gaze left Jan to focus on him. Temper was clear in

her bright blue eyes, but it was tinged with a bit of doubt. Leaning forward, he

pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. He didn't want her having doubts.

"Lara, this is Jan. I want you two to get along."

He turned to greet Jan, who'd been waiting patiently like the good

submissive that she was. He pressed a soft lingering kiss on her lips and

smiled into her pretty grey eyes. "Jan, sweetie, this is my new friend, Lara.

She's my guest, and it's her first time here. I want you to be her friend, okay?"

His choice of words wasn't lost on Jan. Her eyes widened, before she

lowered them briefly. "Yes, Master."

"How was your day today, sweetie?" He made small talk with Jan for a few

moments, stroking his fingers through Lara's hair the whole time. He wanted

to give them a few moments to get accustomed to each other while he was in

the middle, then he'd make the next stage of the night clear to them.

Karl could tell by the tension in Lara that she didn't know what was going on,

but Jan was fully aware of the importance of Lara being his guest.

Jan knew he'd never brought a date to the club before. Normally, he showed

up alone, played, and occasionally extended an invitation to certain

playmates to his home.

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That made Lara special.

Fortunately, he'd been playing with Jan on and off for a couple of years and

knew she had no intention of trying to settle down with him. Jan enjoyed the

sexual games and was a bit of a pain slut, but he wasn't the one for her, and

they both knew it. It was why they were so good together when they played.

After a few moments of silence, Karl's hand stilled in Lara's hair and he

spoke clearly so they would both hear. "I've booked a private room for us

tonight, ladies, but it won't be ready for another hour. So what I would like

right now is for you, Jan, to take Lara on a tour of The Dungeon. Show her

everything, and answer all of her questions."

His fingers tightened warningly in Lara's hair and he leaned forward to speak

in her ear. "Jan is a good girl and has known me for years. You can ask her

anything about me, our play together, and the lifestyle, but you do so with

respect. She's earned it." He pulled back and met her gaze, showing her how

serious he was. "You understand?"

The pulse in her throat throbbed, and he saw her swallow before she

nodded.

"Good girl." He put his lips to hers and gave her a long slow kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips and tasting her until she moaned and softened

against him.

"Jan, sweetie. You be a good guide and I'll reward you well." He patted her thigh softly before giving it a small but vicious pinch.

Her cheeks flushed and a bead of sweat popped out over her lip. "Yes,

Master," she said in a breathy voice.

"Good, you girls go become friends now."

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Karl watched the two women slide out of the booth and look each other over

for a moment before Jan gestured Lara forward. Lara flashed him an

unreadable look before turning and walking away. He let out a slow breath.

He wanted to be the one to show her around, to introduce her to the place, to

the rooms and the people. But he knew it was better this way. He had to

remember not to smother her, or coddle her. That wouldn't do either of them

any good.

Lifting his beer, he took a slow swallow and looked around the club, letting

his thoughts wander. He knew Lara was anxious to be fucked good and

hard, and if she behaved well, he might reward her at the end of the night.

But before that could happen, he needed her to understand that while joking

and being sassy had its place when they played, he was the boss.

Her "do anything" attitude thrilled him, but he needed her to be sure she

understood what it encompassed when she said "Yes" to him. Excitement

settled in his gut. Tonight she'd get a look at exactly what he was capable of.

He took another drink of his beer when Jan took Lara down the hallway that

led to the Shared Room and he lost sight of them. He wished he could be

there when she saw the public play. He knew it would make her little

exhibitionist heart flutter.

The hair on the back of Karl's neck stood up and he tensed. He was used to

stares and looks but this felt different. Someone wasn't just looking at him,

they were
watching
him.

The crowd shifted and he saw Marie sitting at the bar. She smiled at him and

waved her fingers. He smiled back and nodded. Their talk had gone better

than he'd anticipated the night before. He'd told her that he'd done a lot of

thinking and he felt that he wasn't enough for her. She was sweet, beautiful,

and loving, and she deserved someone who could fill her needs better than

he could.

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When she lifted her drink from the bar and moved in his direction Karl stifled

a groan. He'd known her easy acceptance the night before had been too

good to be true.

"Hello, Marie," he greeted her.

"Hello, Master." She came to a stop at the edge of his table and he

deliberately did not invite her to sit.

"You don't need to call me Master anymore, Marie. We're just friends now.

How are you?"

Something ugly flickered across her face, but it was gone so quickly he

wibdered if he'd imagined it. "I'm doing well. I was just getting ready to leave for the night and saw you sitting here. I thought I'd say hello, to show you

there were no hard feelings."

He smiled. "Thank you, Marie. I appreciate it."

When he didn't say anything else and still didn't invite her to sit, she smiled

graciously and set down her empty glass. "That's it for me tonight. I have an

early shift in the morning. Have a good night, Sir."

"Be safe, Marie."

He watched her leave and wondered again at the complexities that make a

person who they are. Marie was a strong, forceful, and independent officer

on the city police force, who thrived on being sexually used and occasionally

punished.

It almost seemed that the stronger the bottom was in their vanilla life, the

deeper their submissiveness ran when it came to their sexual self. He