Chapter One
Sadie had been coming to the Club de Fleur for over a year now. Mike, someone she had dated for a while, had brought her to the club for the first time. She wasn’t with Mike very long, but while she was she had learned a lot about herself.
Sadie didn’t know anything about BDSM before Mike. He had introduced her to the lifestyle. Too bad they hadn’t wanted the same things out of a relationship. Mike was looking for a twenty-four-seven slave and that was something Sadie could never be. She couldn’t give up her independence permanently. In the bedroom and in a scene, she enjoyed being dominated, but outside of that she needed to make her own decisions and live her own life. She was looking for someone who felt the same way.
Dave, the owner of the club, was the man Sadie was looking for, or so she thought, but she couldn’t seem to hold his interest beyond the club. He was six feet two inches tall, sandy blond hair, chocolate brown eyes, about two hundred and twenty-five pounds, every ounce of it muscle. He was a giant next to her five foot, ninety-eight-pound frame. She felt very tiny next to him. Sure, every time she was in the club, he made a beeline for her, and they played often, but he never wanted to do anything outside the club. He had never asked her to dinner or a movie, or anything outside club activities.
After she and Mike broke up, Sadie hadn’t wanted to give up what the club did for her. Dave gave submissive training classes every month so Sadie had taken them and learned more about the lifestyle. She enjoyed the club so much she had bought a lifetime membership and was there almost every weekend.
She had gotten to know Dave during the classes. As one of the few unattached subs in the class, he offered to play with her and gave her extra attention.
She had played with Dave every chance she could for the past several months. She enjoyed his company, and thought he enjoyed hers. Tonight Sadie was going to change it up a little bit. She had finally gotten the courage up to ask Dave to come to her place for dinner. If he wouldn’t ask her she was just going to take matters into her own hands. If he said no, at least she knew where she stood with him.
Sadie was extra careful with her outfit that evening, wearing something she knew Dave would like, a black lace bra that barely hid her nipples and a black leather micro skirt with a red satin thong. Leaving her long black hair loose the way she knew he liked it. Kneeling on the floor with all the other unattached subs, she waited for Dave to come and claim her.
She wasn’t disappointed. As soon as the club was going strong, Dave came up to her and, crooking his finger, said, “You, girl, come with me.”
Obediently she rose and followed him to one of the private p
lay rooms. These were different than the suites in that they were equipped for play and were mainly a large room with a bed and BDSM equipment and an attached bathroom.
Once in the room he pulled her into his arms for a deep kiss tangling one hand into her hair. “You look very nice tonight, girl. Did you dress special for your Master?” he asked, looking deep into her gray-blue eyes.
“Yes, Master,” she answered breathlessly. “May I ask you a question, Master?”
“You may,” he answered cupping her breasts, before undoing the front clasp of her bra.
“Would you let me prepare dinner for you one night? I’m a fairly good cook and would like to make something for you,” she asked, mentally crossing her fingers.
Leaning down and taking a nipple in his mouth, Dave considered the question. He liked Sadie and enjoyed their evenings at the club. He had considered spending more time with her, but after Petal, he wasn’t sure about starting another relationship.
Dave and Petal had been together for several years. They had met while Dave was in the Air Force. Petal was Dave’s twenty-four-seven slave. Petal and Sadie were complete opposites. Petal had been tall, five foot ten inches tall and willowy with short blonde hair. At first the relationship worked well for Dave and Petal, but toward the end it became too much for Dave. Having a twenty-four-seven slave was a lot of responsibility and it took a lot of work. Dave had just started the club and was helping Kyle with the bodyguard business and it all became overwhelming. Petal had become more and more demanding and Dave couldn’t be what she needed. One day Dave came home to find her gone.
That was a little over a year ago, right before Sadie started coming to the club with Mike. Dave really enjoyed the time he spent with Sadie, their nights of play were great, but he wasn’t sure what she wanted out of a relationship. There was no way he could do the twenty-four-seven thing again. It took too much out of him.
But now Sadie was waiting for an answer. Why not he thought, they got along well enough in a scene, and he enjoyed her company, why not take it further and see what happened.
Releasing her nipple with a “pop,” Dave looked at Sadie and answered, “Yes, I think that would be a great idea. You pick the day and time and I’ll be there.” Picking her up in his arms, he carried her over to the spanking bench and removed her skirt. Looking at her thong, he sighed and said, “As nice as this thong is, it needs to come off. Now for fun.”
He fastened her arms and legs to the bench and went to get his favorite flogger, Sadie wasn’t into a lot of pain, but did enjoy a good session with the flogger. Slowly twirling the flogger he let it gently brush her back, butt and upper thighs, not applying too much pressure yet.
When Dave answered yes he would come for dinner Sadie almost jumped up and down with joy. Hopefully dinner would go well and Dave would want to spend more time with her. Sadie was anxious to see how they would interact outside of the club. Things went so well when they were together at the club, she didn’t see how they could not get along outside it.