Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

He smiled and pulled on a black tuxedo jacket with satin lapels.

"You'll see."

After a delicious meal of French food, and a bottle of wine, Drake took my hand and led me out of the hotel and to a waiting limousine.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as I got in the back. Drake slid in beside me, his arm around my shoulders.

"Shh," he said. "Katherine. You'll see." He kissed the top of my head and I realized I was to immediately fall into sub-mode. We were in scene. The limo drove off, no words having been exchanged between Drake and the man, who was behind a privacy screen. Drake had this all planned out.

After we drove for a few blocks, he reached into a pocket of his jacket and took out my first collar, the thick black leather one with metal adornments.

"Here," he said. "Wear this above your public collar. It's appropriate where we’re going."

"Where—'" I started, but he stopped me, a finger against my lips.

"Patience, Katherine. Be a good girl tonight or I'll have to spank your lovely tush and this time, it won't be for pleasure." He frowned down at me, and I tried to be somber and obedient but I couldn't help but smile with excitement. Then, despite his best efforts, he broke out into a smile as well.

"Oh, you…" he said and kissed me. "I'll never be able to control you completely, will I? Not until you're tied up and helpless…"

"Promise?" I said, grinning despite myself. He wrapped the thicker collar around my neck and it sat above the choker so that you could see both.

"If you were anyone but you, I'd have to punish you for daring to anticipate and even ask for anything. You know you're supposed to submit to my will, which, of course," he said with a grin, "is focused entirely on fulfilling yours." He wagged his eyebrows at me, his eyes bright.

"I'm sorry," I said, and I meant it. I really was too excited to be in scene. I assumed we were going to a local dungeon party and my body responded already, warming at the thought of what we'd see and what we might do. "I'll be perfectly well-behaved wherever we're going."

"Good girl," he said and kissed me. Then he turned back to the window and watched the streets pass, a smile on his face as well.

"Where are we going?" I said, touching the thick leather of the slave collar and then the diamond of the choker. When he didn't answer, I quickly added. "I mean, what's the venue?"

"It's a dungeon party that's held once a month in a private club. I went once when I was here before. It's a kind of public service event to help introduce kink to the curious and novices. The other dungeon parties are private, by invitation only. Very exclusive. This one is very mild. It’s mostly the leather and Goth crowd. A few of the more hardcore kinksters do demonstrations. That kind of thing. There is public sex, though."

I smiled in anticipation, glad to see other people who were like us, although I suspected most of them would be more hardcore than we were. Still, it was exciting to go somewhere, especially a dungeon. And public sex… That always excited me. Although I might not want to do anything more hardcore, it all titillated me and I suspected I was quite a voyeur.

"Will we," I said, unable to stop myself. "Do anything?"

"Katherine…" he said, and this time, he wasn't smiling. "Submit."

I sighed and turned my face away from him. "I want to be prepared," I muttered under my breath.

"I heard that," Drake said without looking at me. Then he grabbed me and pulled me over his knee, hiking up my dress, exposing my bare buttocks. I was so shocked, I barely knew how to respond, but I held back my protest and took it – three hard smacks against my butt. They didn't really hurt, but they got my attention. I bit my lip to stop from laughing and lay in wait for Drake to decide to let me up. He stroked each cheek for a moment and then kissed each one before slipping a finger between my thighs.

"Already wet," he whispered as if pleased. Then he pulled me up, helping me to adjust my leather dress, which had come askew. "Behave, or there's more where that came from."

"Yes, Sir," I said, emphasizing the sir a bit too much but I couldn’t help it.

"Good girl," he said and glanced out the window, but I could see him fight to maintain a straight face.

We drove through the city to a warehouse in the central part of downtown, and down an alley. It was dark, with a few floodlights illuminating a door in the middle of the block. A few people stood outside and smoked, their clothing Goth-looking, leather, black lace, clothespins and safety pins adorning their ears, hair and clothes.

The limo dropped us off and we went to the entry. Drake spoke with the doorman, who smiled and waved us in.

"Remember to wear a mask," he said as we passed by him to enter the club. "If you don’t, you have to sign a waiver."

Drake nodded and took my hand, leading me inside the darkened hallway that led to an open dance floor and bar, with tables and chairs. The place was crowded, and there were do

zens of people dancing, maybe one hundred people in total. All of them wore simple little black masks like the ones children wear on Halloween. Laser lights played around the room, bouncing off walls in time to the beat.

We both took a mask from a table at the entrance and slipped them on. He adjusted mine so that it didn't ruin my hair and then we entered the cavernous room. People writhed on the dance floor to something dub step, the music infectious, making me want to dance as well. While we stood there, Drake checking out the place, I started to sway my hips a bit, closing my eyes, letting the sound move me.