He didn’t mind her questions. In fact, he appreciated how honestly she answered him. There was something special in her show of
trust, and he wanted to wrap his arms around her only to gain more of it. “What did you expect to see?”
“Women kneeling next to men.” She shrugged. “Just more of a show of ownership, I guess.”
He understood why her mind went there. The lifestyle ranged from very light BDSM in the bedroom to a Master/slave relationship, where the slave was owned; sometimes all the time under the command of her Master and sometimes only during a set time. “Club Sin is based on the preferences of Dmitri, which happen to be the preferences of all the Club Sin Masters. That’s likely because we’re all close friends and share the same views.”
He paused, knowing he had to get this right. She had a lot to learn, this little one. He wanted to be as clear as possible. “We like submissives in a scene, not out of it. There are expectations, like calling a Master by the appropriate address, as in Master Dmitri, or a Dom sir. But other than that, we treat the women in Club Sin with respect and gratitude.”
A wrinkle marred her forehead. “So, then, what’s the point of being a submissive?” She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. “I get why some women go after that type of lifestyle to surrender control, but I guess I don’t understand what the submissives get out of it in Club Sin, if they’re not doing it all the time.”
He couldn’t hold back his grin. He liked a lot about Ella, but what he thought he liked most was how inquisitive she was. She wasn’t judgmental, and that was attractive. Even if he suspected being a 24/7 submissive wouldn’t appeal to her, she didn’t turn her nose down at it, either.
She had a warm heart.
One he had the yearning to protect.
He ran his thumbs over her wrists, gazing at her cleavage, which all but popped out of her bra. “It’s an escape from reality. It’s a place of great friends who you know will always have your back. Plus, to be surrounded by others who enjoy a kinky lifestyle gives a sense of unity that can be a rock to someone who needs it.”
He hesitated, letting her process. When the furrow in her brow lessened, he continued. “We, as Doms, want to know we are making the lives of the submissives in Club Sin better. In a world where sometimes it feels like you are doing no good, coming here gives the sense that we are improving lives.”
Her eyes searched his with her soft smile. “And you like that?”
“I love it,” he replied. “Perhaps for me, it’s important because of the job I have. I see a lot of shit that could wear on me and make me see the world in a different light.” He gestured out to the club with a jerk of his chin. “But every weekend I come to Club Sin and know that I’m surrounded by people who care for each other, and that by the end of my night, I’ll have made a difference. Even if it’s just to offer pleasure to free someone from a stressful week. Being a Dom gives me a sense of purpose that grounds me.”
“That’s really sweet, Kyler.” She exhaled a long breath, softening further into his hold. “So, the submissives give up control for a little while to let it all go—that’s basically what you’re saying, right?”
He inclined his head. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
She stared at him, and in the depths of her soft eyes, he spotted the yearning there to experience such freedom. Though the pain in her gaze remained and he believed that she wanted to rid herself of it. He doubted it would be so obvious to him if she didn’t.
That was the key to a submissive in such a simple way. She craved to be held and protected, to be safe and happy, and to be in the arms of a man who put her above all else. Where some women wanted companionship with their partners, or a relationship standing on equal ground with their lovers, a submissive wanted just a bit more.
To feel deeply.
To love deeply, and be loved in return.
To know that she belonged with every sense of the word to one man, and that he belonged to her. Kyler ached to rid Ella of that darkness. In Club Sin, she could find what she needed, and together, they could be something more.
She turned to the members who strode by them and her gaze landed on the St. Andrew’s Cross, where a Dom flogged one of the newer subs. After a moment, she turned to him with a pinched expression. “Okay, I get the emotional part of it all—that makes sense—but how does the sex part work? Is it just that everyone here loves kinky sex?”
“That is certainly part of it. We all enjoy the kinkier side of sex, as in using bondage and toys to raise pleasure in a way that can’t be done with vanilla sex.” Kinky sex that he currently craved doing to her. “But more so, it’s about fulfilling your darkest desires.”
She grinned, quite cutely, at him. “I’m taking it that the Dom knows better than the submissive what their desires are?”
“That’s right.”
She tilted her head. “How do you know?”
He didn’t like the doubt he could see written all over her face, but he understood her hesitation. She’d never experienced a Dom’s touch, so she couldn’t possibly understand.
This was the trust in a D/s relationship, and it had to be earned.
“I could explain it with words,” he said, brushing his thumbs across her wrists. “But I see the doubt on your face. Let me make it clear to you.” He released one of his hands from her wrists, grasping both in his one hand. “Tell me, Ella, you’ve never wondered what it feels like to have your body dominated.” Dragging his hand up her arm, he thrust his fingers into her hair and tugged the silky strands. “To be fucked roughly—with pure passion.”
“I thought we can’t do this.” Her eyes were wide, but the heat within their depths burned brightly. “I’m not a member yet.”
How he loved that she’d said yet.