Page 83 of Hawk's Sapphire

“She is.”

“Then you may have the information,” he says.“As her Dom, you will need this information.You’ll also need to fill one out on yourself for our records in order to process your membership and take the courses.It would be best if you could convince Miss Jenkins to take courses to help her better understand herself and her role as your submissive as well.”

“Why don’t you take a tour of the club while Vincenzo and I discussfamily matters?”Marcello nods toward the door of his office, effectively dismissing me.

“Come.I’ll show you around,” Matteo says softly.“Family business is?—”

“Like club business.I get it.I’m an outsider.”

Matteo nods his agreement.

I get the feeling Matteo’s offer to accompany me is not for my benefit, but more to keep tabs on me so I don’t purposely find a way to piss off Enzo.“All right, well, show me where they keep the whips and chains, my friend.”

Matteo shakes his head, but I see the smirk he’s trying to hide.Once we reach the bottom floor, Matteo is all business.The underboss is in full effect.

We walk through the main floor where there’s a dance floor and DJ.The room isn’t quite full.There are a few couples dancing and enjoying themselves, but it’s still early yet.The couples in here seem to all be fully clothed, though some of the dresses are short enough to give a good show as the women dance.

We reach the bar and Matteo orders us both a tumbler of whiskey.A woman with red hair and a spunky disposition wearing a name tag that saysChloeserves us our drinks with a wink and a smile.She doesn’t linger or make small talk.She drops our drinks off and moves to the next member.

“Chloe attends college with Enzo’s sister in Arlington.She’s young and full of energy.She makes a killing in tips most nights.One of the best Marcello has ever hired,” Matteo explains.

“It’s also a great way for Enzo to keep tabs on his sister, having her friend working here,” I observe.“He can pump Chloe for information when his sister’s not around.It’s fucking brilliant.”

“Yes, well, GPS trackers can only give you so much information.They don’t tell you who is at the location or what they’re doing while there,” Matteo says with a smirk.“Unless you’ve found a way to listen through Sadie’s phone and hear the conversations around her without her knowing.”He raises a brow, and I shrug.

“I’m sure there’s a way to do it, but I haven’t gone that far into my stalker-ish tendencies.Though, now that you mention it, I may need to do some digging when we get back home.”

We head through the door markedDungeonand walk into a couple mid-scene.

There’s a woman strapped to a chair with her legs strapped down spread eagle in a set of movable stirrups, currently laid out wide and flat.She’s wearing a bra with small pink bows holding the fabric together over her nipples and panties to match.

“That’s what they call a leg spreader obedience chair,” Matteo informs me.

“Obedience?”I’m momentarily confused.“They use that for punishment?She doesn’t look upset about whatever she did from here.”

Matteo chuckles.“Have a seat.Watch.”

I sit down on the plush chair at the back of the small crowd that’s gathered, watching the demonstration.The woman in the obedience chair, as he called it, has her hands tied over the top of the chair, her elbows bent, and a gag in her mouth.Her breathing is labored, but she doesn’t seem to be in distress.Based on the flush of her cheeks, I’d say she’s pretty fucking turned on.

The man with her bends down, pulling something from a black duffle bag, then stands up beside her, talking softly to her.She nods at whatever he’s said.We watch as he unties the bow covering her right nipple and places a jeweled clamp on it.He then moves to the other side, giving her a matching pair.Her jaw clenches, but she doesn’t protest.

As he takes another item out of his duffle bag, he grabs her legs one at a time, bending her knees up closer to her torso, but doesn’t close them.He widens them until she says stop, then locks the stirrups in place.She’s now wide open, her panties so damp I can see it from here.

Her partner circles her body, giving light touches, here and there, but never where she is clearly anticipating.He pulls another object out from behind the chair, a long bar in the shape of a T, then walks around, hooking it into the front of the chair between her knees.When he steps back, we can see a large vibrator attached to the middle of the T.He then moves it closer, adjusting it to her center.She watches him, her eyes glazed.

He murmurs something to her again and again she nods, and the room fills with a loud buzzing noise.He unhooks the bow at her center and holds up a remote for the room to see, then we all watch as he makes the vibrator move forward and achieve penetration.The woman’s hips lift slightly as she squirms.Her breathing picks up, her body shakes, and just as she’s about to go over the edge, he raises the remote and hits the red button, powering it off.

Her eyes fly open, then narrow as she is clearly not pleased with his stopping her pleasure.Matteo chooses that moment to lean over and whisper, “That’s the punishment.Orgasm denial is a wonderful way to keep a woman obedient.”

“Yeah.I’m familiar with the practice, but I’ve never tried it on this level.Might need to borrow a furniture catalog from your cousin.”

The air in the room shifts, and I look over to see Marcello’s men are at the entrance of the Dungeon.Something is definitely wrong.Vincenzo and Marcello appear, waving for us to come over as they both continue rattling off orders in Italian.Marcello to his sons, and Vincenzo into his phone.A minute later, Enzo is standing beside Marcello looking, dare I say,excited.

“What’s happening?What’s wrong?”I ask Vincenzo.He doesn’t answer right away, listening to whoever is on the other end of his phone.“What’s happening?”I growl as a heaviness falls in the pit of my stomach.

“That was the guard from the penthouse lobby.Sadie’s been kidnapped.”

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