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Complicated Love: Chapter 18

EMMA

“Ithink you should stay home tonight, baby. You look exhausted.”

Emma didn’t disagree with Chase. She was pretty tired. The last three days had been some of the busiest of her life and that was saying something. At least she’d seen her parents and grandma off at the airport that morning so that was one less thing to juggle.

She looked up at her blond husband’s reflection in the mirror she was sitting in front of, applying her makeup for the evening. Chase was so handsome that she had to pinch herself at times when she realized he was just one of her husbands.

Seeing he was waiting for an answer, she responded, “I won’t stay long, but there’s no way I’m going to miss tonight. It’s the grand opening of Black Light West.”

Chase smiled at her in the reflection. “You aren’t fooling me. You’re only going because Cash and Samantha will be there tonight.”

She finished applying her favorite pink shimmery lipstick before smiling back. “And what if it is? I barely got to talk to them at our wedding on Wednesday and then they had other appearances keeping them from the opening of Runway West yesterday. They’re flying out to New York tomorrow. I don’t want to miss my chance to catch up with Sam more.”

Chase was buttoning his dress shirt, finishing his own preparations as he let her know, “I took a peek at the VIP list for tonight’s opening. It is going to be a lot of fun. We got confirmation that Ryder and Khloe are coming.”

“See! No way do I want to miss tonight.”

“Well I’m going to be keeping an extra close eye on you. I have it on good authority that Ken Cruisie will be there. He’s old friends with Elijah.”

“Holy shit! Maybe I need to add more makeup if I’m going to meet one of Hollywood’s hottest actors tonight,” Emma taunted.

Chase placed his hands on her shoulders, standing above her and squeezing. “I hate to tell you, but you’re a married woman now. No gallivanting around with famous actors,” he teased back.

“I would never gallivant. Look, maybe. But I’m more than satisfied with my not one, but two, gorgeous husbands. I hardly think I need to add a third man to the mix.”

“I should think not. Let’s get you in your dress. Jaxson texted. He’s wondering where we are.”

Emma made her way to the walk-in closet. They’d had a mover bring over the rest of their belongings from the rental property the day after the wedding. That was another relief to be moved out of there. Still, most of their belongings were in D.C. so the closet was relatively empty.

The deep purple silk gown hanging from a rack in the middle of the room raised her heart rate. It was gorgeous, and downright scandalous. Spaghetti straps would barely keep the deep cut neckline covering her heavy breasts. The back was cut so low that the upper curve of her rounded ass was on display. Two tiny crisscrossing straps were the only thing holding the fabric together in the back.

Had it been a full-length gown, it might have been okay, but the men had insisted on the skirt being a jagged cut with the lowest points of the fabric falling mid-thigh and the highest points at the joint where her leg and hip met. The skirt was thankfully full with plenty of fabric, but anyone paying close enough attention would get glimpses of her bare pussy as she walked if she wasn’t careful. She begged her men to let her wear panties, but as was the rule on the East Coast, she wasn’t allowed anything to prevent them from touching her pussy at their whim while inside Black Light.

She’d had a seamstress come earlier in the week to do the final fitting for all of her opening outfits along with her wedding dress. Unfortunately, she hadn’t tried the dress on after the alterations and as she lifted the dress over her head, she found the bodice was much tighter than she remembered. She wouldn’t be wearing a bra and now the dress’s expensive fabric hugged her boobs like a second skin.

She was about to look for something else to wear when Chase stepped behind her, reaching around to pinch both of her tender nipples, exclaiming, “The dress is perfect! I can’t wait to show your hot body off to all of the new members we’ll be meeting tonight.”

“No way! This is scandalous. I need to change.”

“Excuse me, sub?” His words were accompanied with a strong swat to her ass. “Considering you will often be completely naked in the club, I hardly see the problem with this dress that showcases all of your attributes in the best possible way.”

She wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this night. She was too stressed. Focused on the hundreds of details she’d been working on for the wedding and openings. Emma tried to wiggle out of his arms, ready to scour her meager belongings to find something, anything, more appropriate.

Recognizing that she was about to argue with her Dom, which was never a good thing to do before heading out to a BDSM club, Chase took charge. “I can see we have a bit of a problem. Let’s see if I can get you in the right frame of mind for the night,” he said as he grabbed her hand and started pulling her into motion.

“My mind is perfectly fine. It is my growing body and this tiny scrap of fabric that is the problem,” she retorted sharply. Too sharply for her husband because he stopped pulling and turned to face her, his trademark smile wiped from his face.

He released her hand to place his palm over her rounded tummy. “This growing body is perfect in every single way. You had better not be putting yourself down, baby, or you’re going to find yourself getting a real punishment on opening night.”

Chase was always so jovial that it was easy to pick up on the signs when he was truly angry and the man in front of her was upset.

“I’m sorry. I’m not trying to pick a fight. I’m really not. I’m just feeling extra self-conscious is all. We’re going to be meeting a lot of new people… VIP’s… and I don’t want to feel out of place is all.”

The tension drained from his face, as his smile was back. “Honey, you’re forgetting something. This,” he waved his hand in the air back and forth, “all of this is yours.”

“Ours.”

“Yes, ours. These people are our guests. I don’t give a flying fuck what they think. They need to be trying to impress us, not the other way around.”

She knew Chase meant his words, but she had to remind him. “We aren’t inviting them to a private party. We are running a business. We need them to join and pay our exorbitant membership fees. That means they need to feel comfortable that we’ve built a place they can see themselves relaxing enough to perform the most intimate sexual acts. So, like it or not, they will be judging us.”

Her answer frustrated Chase. He wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m putting my foot down. You’re wearing this dress. It is perfect and you look fucking amazing. Now… if you’d like me to convince you over my knee, I’d be happy to do that.”

Her core clenched at the mention of a spanking. The light belting on their wedding night had reignited her deep desire for her men’s physical domination of her body. For a brief moment she thought about staying dug in on the dress if for no other reason than to find herself with a hot bottom for the night. But knowing they were already running late, she acquiesced.

“Fine, I’ll wear this, sir.”

“Good girl. Now, let’s go find our Dom, shall we?”


“Emma!”

She heard Samantha calling her name before she caught sight of her good friend. Jaxson, Chase, and Emma had formed a short receiving line about a dozen feet inside the main entrance to Black Light. They’d been personally greeting each new arrival for the last hour — welcoming new members, honored guests and several members she recognized from the original Black Light, joining in for the celebration. Her friend would have to wait her turn to make it to the trio.

Emma was having trouble focusing on the portly man in a suit Jaxson was currently talking business with. She took the opportunity to glance around the open space. In almost every way, the club was so different from Black Light in D.C. Where the original was one huge club space with a few smaller rooms on the fringe of the club, the new club was much more intimate. There were several sectioned off areas, each with its own purpose and rules. She hadn’t gotten to take the final tour yet since the renovations had been completed. All she could see from their vantage point near the main entrance was the social gathering space where sex and full nudity were prohibited.

Whether guests arrived from Runway directly above them, winding down a hidden staircase behind the bar, or if they came through the back entry to Black Light from the secret parking lot, everyone would go through security and start in the social room. The mammoth bar with its glass, and neon and black lights was similar to the original bar except this club had more tables, chairs, and high-tops for mingling customers to visit. From where she stood, the club looked like any high-end bar.

She knew that hidden behind the purple velvet curtains to the left of the bar was where the atmosphere changed drastically from social to sexual.

Chase’s introduction to a movie producer brought her attention back to the line. Samantha was next and her friend was not too patiently jumping on the balls of her high-heeled shoes.

“Emma! I didn’t think we’d ever make it to you guys. I love your dress,” Sam cheered eagerly as her husband grinned behind her, shaking his head.

Samantha’s hug was so tight, Emma squeaked. Sam’s bad boy rocker husband leaned in, pulling his wife gently away.

“Let’s not suffocate Emma now. I’m sure Davidson would kick my ass if you hurt his pregnant wife,” Jonah ‘Cash’ Carter chastised.

“That’s Cartwright-Davidson now, for the record,” Jaxson corrected their friend.

Jonah chuckled. “Christ, it’s gonna take me some time to get used to that.”

Jaxson stepped closer to shake their friend’s hand. “You and me both.”

Emma was still beyond shocked that Jaxson was legally changing his last name. She hadn’t been surprised that he’d ask her and Chase to change theirs. But never in a million years had she expected her Dom and the head of their family to change his infamous last name. More than the ceremony or identical rings, their new shared last name made her feel like they were one family. She was grateful that it would also make it easier for their children, not having different last names than some of their parents.

“Earth to Emma. You okay, baby?” Jaxson and their good friends were all staring at her.

“Sorry. I guess I zoned out there for a minute. Can you repeat the question?”

Chase must have overheard because he took a break from his discussion with another new member to lean in and add, “I tried to get her to stay home. She’s exhausted.”

She argued back quickly. “I told you, I wanted a chance to see Sam and Jonah and take one of the tours of the club. I haven’t even seen most of the changes yet.”

Jaxson looked concerned. “Emma, you live here. You can take a tour any goddamn time you want. Let’s get you…”

“Please, sir. I just want to stay for a little while longer,” she implored. Emma batted her eyes in her best pout, hoping to sway her Dom.

“Oh no you don’t. Your begging isn’t going to work tonight. I’ll take you…”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence because Ryder and Khloe, who had arrived without them noticing, had come up behind Jaxson. In typical fashion, Ryder took the opportunity to give Jaxson some good-natured ribbing. “You having more problems with your sub there, Davidson? I think you’re losing your touch.”

Emma saw the annoyance in Jaxson’s eyes as he answered without turning to face the newcomers. “My touch is just fine, thank you. And like I was just reminding Carter here, it’s Cartwright-Davidson to you. Need me to make you a sign?” The corner of Jaxson’s sexy lips curled up in a slight smile, obviously having fun sparring with his friend.

Ryder chuckled, happy to be getting under his fellow Dom’s skin. Emma had to smile. The two alpha men were a bit like sand paper, always rubbing against each other hoping to scratch the other.

“Naw. That won’t be necessary. I’m just happy to know you’re finally making an honest woman out of this beauty.” Ryder stepped closer to Emma, reaching out to pull her into a loose hug. “I didn’t get a chance to talk to you after the wedding on Wednesday.” He pulled out of the hug to turn his icy blue eyes on her before continuing. “You were a beautiful bride. Khloe and I were honored to be there to see you tie yourself down with these two.”

Emma’s heart raced. Ryder Helms was an intense man. He rarely spoke directly to her and when he did, she always felt like he had x-ray vision, able to see deep inside anyone and everyone he encountered. She somehow strung together a short reply. “Thank you, sir. I’m so happy you could both be there.”

Elijah, the new Dungeon Master, was just returning to the bar area with a small group of new members following behind him. Jaxson waved him over. “Chase and I are going to take the Carters, Emma, Ryder, and Khloe on a tour of the club. You okay holding down the reception line for a bit on your own?”

“I can take them if you’d prefer,” Elijah offered.

“I’d like to take them myself. You can stay and help get new arrivals oriented. We shouldn’t be gone long.”

Chase interjected. “As much as I hate to say it, I do think on opening night one of the three of us should be here to greet guests. Why don’t you guys go ahead and I’ll stay with Elijah.”

“Are you sure?” Jaxson glanced his way.

“Yeah, but on one condition.” A naughty grin lit up his face. “You’ll give me a call if you decide to play. I don’t want to miss out on any fun.”

“Deal.”

Jaxson grabbed Emma’s hand and started walking in the wrong direction.

Ryder didn’t miss his opportunity to give him shit. “Eh… maybe I’d rather have a different tour guide. Even I can tell the club is that way,” he teased, thumbing in the opposite direction.

“Fuck off, Helms,” Jaxson said with a good-natured grin. Emma knew the men both enjoyed their sparring.

Only when Jaxson opened one of the double doors in the far corner of the social room did she remember that they had planned to install a theater in the club. They moved about a dozen feet into the room where the half-dozen rows of plush couches and reclining seats started, all facing the mammoth screen at the far end of the room.

The lighting was dimmed and the movie Secretary was playing on the screen. Several couples were seated, paying more attention to each other than the movie or the new arrivals in the room.

“We’ll be streaming movies in here. The plan is that the later in the night we get, we’ll start switching over to BDSM porn. We also plan on recording our educational sessions on some of the edgier kinks and can play them here for members who weren’t able to make the training in person.”

“Smart,” Jonah added.

“Don’t tell him that. He’ll get a big head,” Ryder added.

Jaxson pinned him with a glare, asking, “You about done?”

“Not quite,” Ryder retorted, a sly smile gracing his lips.

They retraced their steps back out to the social area where Jaxson stopped again to explain. “We’ve set up the club in zones. The deeper you go inside, the more kink you’ll see. We purposefully made this reception area nudity and sex free. Members need to at least be in robes here in the bar area. The lighting is dim, but bright enough to see those you’re talking with. The music is also softer here with a lot of seating so members who aren’t in the mood to play can still stop by for a night cap in a safe environment.”

It was Jonah who seemed most impressed. “Shit, I love this idea, man. There are so many times Ryan and I have wanted to grab a beer after a recording session or some appearance, but we don’t because it’s not worth the hassle of being swarmed by fans.”

“Exactly. No electronics also ensures no one is taking your photo and since it’s past security, there should be no groupies down here like upstairs,” Jaxson added.

Samantha leaned into Emma to complain. “Great, now he’ll never come home when we’re in L.A.”

Jonah overheard his wife, popping her on the ass playfully as he answered, “Or I’ll call you and tell you to get your adorable, sassy ass over here so I can light it up for an audience.”

Sam’s eyes widened as her cheeks turned pink at her husband’s chastisement in front of their friends. She wisely sunk back into her submissive role, “Yes, sir.”

Jaxson started walking again, past where they had been before, around the busy bar that had both bartenders on duty hopping, and towards the velvet curtains Emma knew were the entrance to the next zone.

A security guard Emma hadn’t met yet stood guard at the curtain, keeping order as members came and went between zones.

“How are things going Dimitri?” Jaxson asked.

“Exactly as planned, sir. No problems,” the dark-skinned man with bulging muscles answered politely.

“Very good. I’m taking this group back myself. Any chance we can reserve the last studio for a half hour in the near future?”

Only then did Emma notice the tablet the guard had in his hand. He took a minute to press the screen several times before confirming, “You’re in luck. It is due to be free in twenty minutes. I’ve booked you for the following thirty-minute block.”

“Excellent. I appreciate it.”

“Of course, sir. Have fun.”

“Oh, I’m sure we will.”

Emma didn’t know exactly what to expect, but knowing her husband like she did, her pussy clenched with excitement, suspecting it was going to get a little attention soon.

The transition was dramatic behind the curtain. Almost all ambient lighting was gone, replaced by darkness. The only source of lighting in the eight-foot wide long hallway was black lights that lit up strategic items and artwork along the walls and floor.

A one-inch strip of purple light lined the corner where the walls met the floor, laying out a pathway for members. A few feet in, they arrived at the first glass case lining the right wall. A quick glance at the lit up artifacts inside the case found sex toys and punishment devices, all painted with the reflective paint that shone bright in the black lights shining down from spotlights above.

On the left wall were several pieces of framed artwork, all sexy scenes painted with the neon colors that shone bright in the unique black lighting.

It was Khloe who commented first, “This is a genius way to do the lighting!”

“You can thank Chase. The original plan called for different lighting, but he reminded me of a rave we went to once in Amsterdam. It was where we got the name Black Light from in the first place, but we decided to take it to the next level here on the West Coast.”

“Well, it totally works.”

They arrived at the first of three doors that Emma could see in the long hallway. The painted ‘MEN’ sign on the door was lit up in a neon blue.

Jaxson explained from the lead as he kept walking down the hall, “Like in D.C., there are men’s and women’s locker rooms with showers. The bigger locker room in the middle is co-ed. Playing is only allowed in the co-ed space since some guests who are only visiting the social area may want to use the men’s or women’s room without being exposed to the kink levels in the rest of the club.”

At the end of the hall was the painted door of the VIP elevator. Emma had taken it the week before and knew that it was the same elevator that was near the entrance to the kitchen on the main floor. She’d had to use her biometric eye scan in order to make the elevator move, just another way they were keeping Black Light secure from Runway patrons.

The door at the end of the hall past the elevator opened into an open area about half the size of the social bar area. Like the hallway, the room was dim with most light sources coming from the brightly colored items that lit up in a rainbow of neon under the black lights across the ceiling.

The pounding beat of the music was louder, but not loud enough to drown out the sounds of several couples having sex around the room. Like in D.C., Emma noticed three raised platforms spread out in a triangle of sorts, with several couches and seating arrangements interspersed throughout the space. Only one of the platforms was occupied by a redheaded submissive secured to a whipping post and being flogged by a shirtless older man. Across the room in the distance was the long lap pool they’d turned into their own version of a Roman bathhouse.

Jaxson explained, “The previous owners installed the indoor pool. We had planned to remove it, but our interior decorator convinced us to turn it into a cooling off pool. We did convert half of it to a hot tub and we also kept the extra-large sauna.”

Ryder exhaled a high pitch whistle. “Impressive.”

Jaxson answered dryly, “Of course it is.”

Emma and Khloe both chuckled at their Dom’s continued snark.

Jaxson ignored them and continued his tour. “Pretty much anything goes in this area. There’s a shower over in the corner we ask everyone to rinse off under before they get in the pool.” He nodded to the area closest to the door they’d come through and added, “We installed two small cool-down rooms here for couples to go after a scene if they need to. There’s a small juice bar along with energy snacks in each room along with places to lay out or sit to wind down before heading back to the locker rooms.”

Ryder decided to tease Khloe instead of Jaxson next. “Hear that, baby? You’ll be able to eat healthy even when we come here to play. No excuse to starve yourself.”

“Oh goody,” Khloe groused, wisely not saying any more.

Samantha snuggled against her husband while watching the flogging in action with intense interest. “It’s a lot smaller than the club in D.C., isn’t it?”

Jaxson turned to answer her. “Actually, the square footage is only about twenty percent less than the D.C. Club. It’s just laid out in a lot of more intimate zones. We haven’t got to the third and most exclusive zone yet.”

Everything had changed so much since the last time Emma had been in the club that she didn’t know what to expect when Jaxson pulled the curtain aside on the far left of the room near where they’d come past the locker room. It exposed yet another wide hallway. In fact, with the lighting lining the path, the whole club was starting to feel a bit like a big maze or labyrinth, all lit by the same neon florescent lighting under the namesake black lights.

As soon as they turned the first corner, she was transported back to their trip several years before to the Red Light district of Amsterdam. A nearly naked woman was on display on a raised platform behind a floor to ceiling wall of windows. Her olive skin was painted with an almost gold paint that shone iridescent as she humped the dance pole in the middle of her display window.

“We’re calling this our store window. We have a lot of fun things planned for this space. Some will just be exhibits for members to enjoy watching, but the window retracts into the ceiling so members can interact with our entertainment when appropriate.”

Emma was trying to listen to her Dom but was totally distracted by the man just past the window dancer who seemed to be fucking the bare wall. Jaxson noticed he’d lost her attention, and when he noticed where she was staring, he waved their small group forward a few feet until she could read the sign about eye level on the wall. It read, ‘Enjoy the Glory Holes.’

No explanation was needed. They were close enough now to see a man she’d never seen before was in the process of getting a blowjob by a phantom person on the other side of the wall. The small group kept to the right side of the hall as they passed, trying not to disturb him.

Only when they were past the grunting man did the naked ass sticking out of a small hole in the wall come into view. Even in the dim lighting, it was easy to see that both the asshole and pussy of the hidden submissive had been thoroughly used at least once already.

Jaxson stepped closer to the ass, turning to talk with his friends and wife. “Submissives can sign up for a shift in either the glory hole or what we are calling our ‘free fuck’ booth. Only the staff will know the identity of the hidden submissives and each of them are given a panic button that they can press if they need to be released or want to stop a scene.”

“Shit, this is genius,” Jonah observed.

Samantha swatted Cash. “Don’t act so excited. It’s not like you’re ever going to partake in this fun, husband.”

Jonah hugged his submissive, grabbing her long dark hair as he threatened her. “Maybe I was planning on offering you up for a shift. I mean, your oral skills are epic.”

Jaxson called his bluff. “Right. Like any of the three of us would let another man’s cock anywhere near our women.”

Ryder growled, “Damn straight. Only one cock gets to choke this beautiful throat.” He reached out to lightly strangle Khloe, making his point.

Jaxson wrapped his arm around Emma and she leaned into him, loving feeling him close. All of the sexy scenes had it getting pretty damp under her silky dress.

They’d come to a ninety-degree right turn in the hallway. In front of them was a much longer hall, so long that she couldn’t see the other end in the dim lighting. More lit up kinky artwork and cases of taboo sex toys lined the right wall of the wide hallway. Under the artwork were several padded long benches, setup as observation seats to the wall of windows that made up most of the left wall of the hall.

Jaxson led them a few feet into the hall before stopping and turning to watch the scene going on behind glass in the first room. He explained the space while they all enjoyed watching the kink scene playing out.

“There are four rooms down this hall, each one with its own theme. We have props and costumes to support each theme in a closet in each room and all four rooms have the basic BDSM equipment like spanking benches and other sex furniture for more general play. The observation windows are one-way mirrors. The occupants won’t know if they’re being observed or not. We had a few heated debates, but finally decided not to include any audio. While I’m sure voyeurs will miss hearing the lovely sounds of sex and discipline, our founding principle of being a safe haven for celebrities to come and have a degree of privacy won the day.

“You’ll see that there’s an iPad next to each door. Members can reserve the rooms in thirty-minute intervals in advance if they’d like or can just grab an open room or share the space when no one has it exclusively reserved. Only their membership ID will show on the reservation, helping to protect identities. Members also have the option of paying an up charge to black out the room so they can’t be observed if that is important to them.”

Emma asked quietly, “So that couple in there right now doesn’t know we’re watching them?”

“Nope. They just know that anyone can walk by at anytime and stop to watch. If they don’t want that, they’ll have to pay a premium for exclusivity.”

Ryder laughed, slapping Jax on his back. “You bastard. You’ve found the perfect way to keep upcharging us poor members.”

Jaxson grinned, clearly happy with himself. “Hey, this is a business. We’re in this to make a profit.”

“In other words, you found a way to stick it to those of us who carry around cash.” The rocker who got his nickname Cash Carter honestly, pulled out his trademark wad of hundred-dollar bills from the pocket of his perfectly tight jeans.

Jaxson was having fun with his friends. “No cash needed, buddy. All you’ll need to do is swipe your membership card on the iPad inside. We’ll throw the charge on your next monthly statement, just like we do your bar bill or if you purchase merchandise.”

Emma was only half paying attention. She was having too much fun watching the submissive woman in the tight schoolgirl uniform on the other side of the glass. Her Dom was clearly playing the role of her professor or principal and was in the process of caning her bare ass as she leaned over the top of the wide desk at the front of the room. The words ‘Sex Education’ were written in neon chalk on the blackboard above her prone body. Even in the dim lighting Emma could see the lines of raised welts painting her butt from top to bottom.

Jaxson leaned down to whisper to her softly. “You’d better be a good girl or we might need to pay a visit to the principal’s office for a naughty girl caning.”

Emma had a true love-hate relationship with their cane and her husband knew it. She protested, softly, “Oh please. I hate the cane.”

He stepped behind her, pulling her tight against him, her back to his chest as they both watched the next strike of the cane cutting into the sobbing woman on the other side of the glass.

“The jury is still out on that, baby. You may hate it while I’m caning you, but I think you love the ache that sticks with you for a few days.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. For days after a caning, Emma was hyperaware of her choice of submission. The tenderness as she’d sit or even brush against something would shoot sparks of sexual excitement through her, reigniting her ache to submit to her men. She didn’t contradict Jaxson’s observation since he was spot on.

The three couples silently played the role of voyeur to the classroom scene, watching the final six strokes of the cane doing its job just before the alpha man delivering the punishment whipped out his hard cock and reamed the upturned ass in one swift thrust. Emma felt Jaxson stiffen as they watched the Dom almost violently fucking the raw ass of his sobbing submissive. She was sure he was thinking the same thing she was.

He had just released her to wave down the dungeon monitor several feet farther down the corridor when the sobbing woman started screaming loud enough for them to hear her in the hall, “Yes, fuck me, sir!”

Emma relaxed, relieved that the submissive was clearly enjoying the intense scene. When the DM got close, Jaxson instructed him, “Keep an eye on this one, will you, Eric? We don’t know our members well yet and I’d like to make sure the ambassador doesn’t take things too far.”

“Yes, sir. I…” Eric paused, unsure if he should continue.

“Spit it out, man.”

“It’s just that I noticed his submissive had some bruising when they arrived. I was already trying to keep tabs on them.”

“I’ve given Chase and Emma bruises a few times so that…”

“They were on her face,” he added quickly.

That shut her husband up. Emma watched Jax’s eyes go the almost black they got when he was at his most angry.

“Keep close tabs on him and let’s flag his membership card to disallow him from making a session private. I want eyes on him until we know we can trust him to maintain our consent rules.”

“Yes, sir.”

With a final look back at the fucking couple they’d been talking about, Jaxson turned and kept moving down the long hallway.

The next room was empty, but they stopped for Jaxson to describe the plans for this room. “This is our brothel room. You’ll see we have several tables setup in the center of the room. The plan is to run some poker games in here. We’ll have servers dressed like hookers in old-fashioned saloons. We’re still sorting out the rules on the number of drinks allowed while in a game. There’ll be sex breaks in between games.”

Cash spoke up. “I can’t wait to let River know about this. He’s totally gotten into the whole poker scene lately, even participating in a few celebrity tournaments. He’ll love combining his love of poker and kinky sex together.”

Jaxson knew Ryan ‘River’ Trubach well. “Tell him to let us know when he’ll be in. We’ll make sure we have servers working who love anal on the nights he’s gonna be in town and arrange for games.”

The third themed room had the glass smoked out, making it impossible to see what was going on inside. Jaxson had to just describe the decor to his tour.

“There is a dual theme to this room. It is both our medical room as well as a station setup for the most taboo of kinks. Doms will have to pass a certification before being given free reign in this room since we have the materials for knife, needle, and blood play along with fire and electro kinks among other edgier things.”

“So who the hell did you certify before opening night?” Ryder asked.

Jaxson didn’t look happy. “I was just thinking the same thing.” He pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialed someone.”

“Must be nice getting to keep your phone in here,” Ryder groused under his breath just as Jaxson started talking to someone on the other end of the phone.

“Who’s in the medical room right now?” He waited a few seconds and added, “Did you certify them for a private session?” A few long seconds of silence again before he added, “Excellent. Well done.”

He hung up the call without saying goodbye before filling them in. “One of the dungeon monitors is in there observing. Let’s keep going.”

Jax squeezed Emma’s hand as they moved forward towards the final room. A couple was sitting on the bench outside, making out as the woman bounced on the lap of the man, each of them too engrossed in their fucking to notice their small group passing by.

Emma’s pulse shot up as soon as the final room came into view. A couple was just cleaning the equipment inside, having finished their scene. She watched as the Dom wiped down the St. Andrew’s cross on the far wall. She scanned the space, recognizing several pieces that reminded her of the dungeon in the D.C. club.

“Now this is my kinda room,” Ryder commented, pulling Khloe tight against him. It was no secret that even on the night they’d first met at Black Light during the Valentine Roulette event, they’d spent a lot of their time in the dungeon. It had been their favorite play space on each of their visits.

They let the couple that was vacating the space leave with a short nod of acknowledgment before Jaxson held the door open for them all to pass.

“I’ve got the room reserved for the next thirty minutes. I’m pretty sure we can come up with a few fun things to keep us busy.”

As tired as Emma had been earlier in the evening, a spike of adrenaline at the thought of the kinky scene they were about to share with their best friends got her pulse going. They had all witnessed each other having sex, and in any number of intimate sexual encounters, but they’d never intentionally shared a scene together. Just the thought of what was coming had Emma’s mind running wild with possibilities.

She knew it was a figment of her imagination, but she could swear she felt the skin of her bottom tingling in anticipation. All it took was that sexy as hell heated glare from Jaxson, full of promises and the debauched ideas he was coming up with.

When the three Doms put their heads together, literally, the women moved closer together too. The thrill of what was to come had the three women slipping into their submission, holding hands quietly, all experienced enough to know they needed to wait for instructions from the men they trusted to dominate them.

It didn’t take the guys long to make their plan. When they separated, Jaxson and Jonah moved to the sides of the room to gather up the things they’d need while Ryder stalked towards the submissives like a predator. He was in dangerous interrogator mode, edging up Emma’s nerves another notch. She couldn’t help squeezing Khloe’s hand harder as he got so close she could smell his aftershave.

“Strip. All of you. We know you’ve been keeping secrets from us. We’re going to have some fun seeing how long you can keep your secrets once we start our interrogation.”

“Oh shit.” Emma didn’t mean for her nervous reply to be audible.

Ryder’s dominant glare turned on her as he leaned even closer. “I see I have your attention, young lady. I don’t believe your Dom has properly punished you for keeping the mother of all secrets from him for weeks.”

“Double shit.”

“I see you understand your predicament perfectly,” Ryder growled.


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