“Hi, yourself,” he said back setting their drinks on the bar. Kyle handed Jenna her water, and grabbed his beer. “We’ll be back later. I’m gonna show Baby around.”
Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he led her to the first alcove. Tonight there was a Dom and female sub in the scene. The Dom had the sub restrained on what looked like a table from a doctor’s office. She had her feet up in stirrups and was spread wide open for everyone to see.
“That’s Dean and Connie. Dean is the owner of a club in LA and he and Connie are here visiting for the weekend. Watch as he brings her to orgasm again and again. This is an orgasm torture scene and he will make her come several times before he stops. If he didn’t have her so restrained, she could possibly hurt him, and with a well-aimed kick, he may not be able to father children when she is done with him.” He laughed.
“How can orgasm be torture?” she asked.
“Watch, he has already made her come several times and she can’t help her body’s responses.”
She watched as the Dom took a big butt plug and put it in her ass. Then he clamped each nipple. “He will clamp them just past the point of pain. Watch her face,” Kyle said into her ear. He had pulled her to him, her back to his front and had his arms wrapped just under her chest, both thumbs working her nipples, rubbing back and forth. She watched Connie’s face as Dean applied and tightened the clamps and it went from a grimace at the pain to euphoria. Dean then picked up a large dildo and started pushing it into Connie’s cunt. It was so huge, Jenna wasn’t sure it would fit into Connie. Connie was really moaning and writhing at this point, as much as she could, restrained as she was. “The dildo and butt plug both vibrate,” Kyle informed her.
Jenna wondered how he knew so much about what was going on. “This is a planned demonstration. I’ve seen them do it before.” Damn, the man could read her mind.
Dean reached up and tightened the nipple clamps and Connie let out a little scream. “She’s very close,” Kyle said.
“Now watch, he’s gonna make her come,” Kyle said.
Dean leaned down and put his mouth on Connie’s clit. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but she could imagine. In just a few seconds, Connie was screaming, “No more, no more,” and bucking almost off the table.
“He’s not done with her yet,” Kyle said.
As he said that, they heard Craig yell, “Kyle, I need your help, get your ass over here now.”
“Oh shit!” Kyle said. “There must be trouble or Craig wouldn’t yell across the bar like that. You stay right here. I will come back for you. Do not move from this spot regardless of what you see or hear. Do you understand me? Remember you are wearing my collar and no one will bother you. You are safe as long as you listen to me. Do not talk to anyone or move. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” With that, he took off at a run for the bar.
“What the fuck, man?” he asked Craig.
“There are three wannabe Doms in a room with Rachel and she’s screaming, ‘Red, red’ repeatedly. They not only locked the door, but also have moved something in front of it and we need bodies to break in. One of the dungeon monitors found them, but can’t get in to stop it. I need you, man.”
A dungeon monitor was someone hired by the club to make sure everything was consensual and that no one got hurt. At Club de Fleurs, security was in charge of all the monitors. Evan was head of security, and all of the monitors were ex-military. Rachel was one of the club regulars and did not have a Dom at the present time. Kyle had scened with her before and though he was fond of her, she was not what he was looking for, and he knew Craig had a thing for her. Craig was gonna kill whoever was hurting her.
“Let’s go man, what are we standing here for?” he said.
They took off, running to the private play rooms. There were a few people there trying to get in the door. “Get me something to break the glass and a couple sub blankets,” Kyle ordered. Why hadn’t anyone else thought of breaking the glass? Each play room had a large glass observation window. Curtains could be pulled over the glass from the inside for those wanting privacy or, for the exhibitionist, left open. This one had been left open.
Someone brought him a chair and he slammed it through the window, shattering the glass. The man inside turned, saying “What the fuck?” as Kyle spread one of the blankets over the broken glass and climbed through the window. “What the fuck are you doing? I was in the middle of a scene with this sub. She agreed. Leave now! I’m reporting you to the club management.” The man huffed.
In a deadly quiet voice, Kyle said, “I am management and this sub called red! Do you know what the fuck that means?” The other two men who had been holding the chest up against the door turned on Kyle. By this time, Craig and several other men were in the room and quickly subduing all three of the wannabes.
Craig was taking Rachel down off the wall she was chained to and wrapping her in a blanket. “You got this, man?” Kyle asked. “I gotta get back to Jenna. I left her standing at a scene and from the looks of the hall, everyone is here now and she will be alone, and if not scared, confused.”
Craig said, “Go man, I got this. Thanks for all your help. I’ll check Rachel out and see if we need to call an ambulance or take her to the hospital. I know there is a nurse and doctor here tonight and we’ll have them check her out,” he said while holding the sobbing woman in his arms.
As Kyle fought his way down the hall through the crowd to his baby, he heard Craig holler, “Somebody get that doctor and nurse in here now!” Knowing how Craig felt about Rachel, he knew she would be taken care of.
Chapter Five
Jenna stood where Kyle had left her, even while everyone else, including the couple in the scene she had been watching, headed the same way Craig and Kyle had gone. Sir had told her to stay, and stay she would.
Standing there looking at the floor, she didn’t notice the man walk up, until he grabbed her by the upper arm.
“You will come with me!” a strange voice said, and the hand at her arm started dragging her off.
Even though Sir had told her not to talk to anyone, she couldn’t not say something. “My master told me not to move. Let me go!”
“Your master isn’t here and I am. Everyone else is busy and I want to play. You are it,” said the voice.
“But I’m wearing Master Kyle’s collar and don’t want to play with you. I don’t even know you,” she screamed.