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About a half hour later, Rick’s hives were gone, but he was having difficulty keeping his eyes open and barely touched his dinner. Boomer helped him to their car while the women packed up some food for Eileen to take home. Opening the driver’s door for his mother, Boomer kissed her on the cheek before she climbed in. “Text or call me when you get home so I know everything is okay.”
“We’ll be fine, but I’ll text you anyway.” She glanced at her husband, who was trying to stay awake but failing. “He’ll be asleep before we hit the highway. Love you, Ben. And tell Katerina we said goodbye. Try and come visit us next weekend, please.”
“If this is all over, we will, Mom.”
He shut her door and watched his parents drive away. For the first time since he was a teenager, Boomer saw his future and loved it. One day, he would make Kat his wife, and they would give his parents grandchildren to spoil rotten. Maybe he could convince them to move closer than Sarasota.
Smiling, he went to fix Kat a dinner plate, looking forward to feeding her in bed . . . among other things.
* * *
“Following car with same last name as boyfriend. Must be parents.”
Viktor smiled as he walked down the hallway leading to his plane. His men had taken down the license plates of vehicles driving toward the Trident compound. It was the only property off that road, so it was easy to assume someone using it could be a possible target. Thanks to his contacts in law enforcement, they’d been able to run the plates and find out who they belonged to. If they couldn’t get into the compound to get the girl, they’d have to make the girl come to them.
“Don’t lose them. I’m on vay.” Disconnecting the call, he winked at the pretty stewardess as he boarded the plane. Things were looking up.
Chapter Eighteen
Kat tried to pull the short skirt lower, but it wouldn’t go any further. After taking a nap and eating the dinner Benny had literally fed her in bed, she felt confident she’d nipped her migraine in the bud. She’d been surprised and then excited when he’d asked if she wanted a tour of The Covenant. Apparently, Sunday nights tended to be their slowest, but it didn’t mean there wouldn’t be plenty to see. He’d provided privacy papers she had to sign and a limit list and protocols she needed to adhere to. Most of them were easy enough to remember, and Benny had assured her everyone would help her if she accidentally did something wrong. She hadn’t been cleared to play since she needed a mandatory background check and blood work, so he told her they would complete the limit list together at another time. Tonight, she was only allowed to observe and learn what BDSM was about.
When Angie and Kristen discovered she would be joining them, they’d been thrilled and offered to lend her something to wear. They’d taken her to the enormous apartment Ian and Angie shared on the first floor of the compound’s last building. Kristen and Devon had the unit above theirs, which was just as spacious.
Since her stress-induced weight loss, Kat had dropped to a size six from her normal size ten, but Angie had a few items they’d been able to adjust to her smaller frame.
The black skirt she now wore was a wrap-around that tied at the back of her narrow waist. It had a slight A-line cut and covered her ass as long as she didn’t spin around, making it flare outward. On top, she sported a teal-blue camisole with lace trim. While her assets were covered, barely, she was still self-conscious of the fact she had no underwear on. Benny had insisted, and she had to admit doing so made her feel naughty and sensual. But that didn’t mean she wanted to be flashing anyone other than him.
Glancing at Kristen and Angie as they walked across the compound to the club, she realized she was the least scantily dressed. Angie wore a snug pink teddy that stopped at the middle of her thighs. The stretchy lace material was just sheer enough to see through, but the woman acted as if it was no big deal her nipples could be seen. Kat could also see she wore a matching thong and was almost jealous of the woman’s toned yet curvy body. Angie had told her Ian had a thing for lingerie. He loved to browse through some of the nicest and naughtiest intimate catalogs, looking for new things for her to wear.
Kristen’s outfit fell somewhere between the other two. She wore a matching black bra and panty set with a sheer black overlay. While it was sexy, it wasn’t any less than what some women wore poolside or at the beach.
As they walked through the gate separating the club from the rest of the Trident compound, flip-flops slapped against their heels, almost in sync. The girls had told her the club floors were carpeted, except inside the scene areas, so most submissives went barefoot. No glass was allowed in what they called “the pit,” so they didn’t have to worry about anything that might cut their feet. The scene areas were polished wood and constantly wiped clean by the staff to eliminate any “ick” factors.
Walking up the stairs to the second-floor entrance, the butterflies in Kat’s stomach took full flight. Her nervousness must have shown on her face because Angie gave her an encouraging smile while holding the door open for her. “Relax. You’ll be fine. Boomer will give you a collar to wear so no one else will be allowed to touch you. If you have any questions, just ask one of us. We’ve all been in your shoes before . . . well, actually, your flip-flops.”
Kat walked through the door, and her eyes immediately found Benny’s. He was waiting for her in the club’s lobby along with Devon and Ian. And holy hell, did they all look like they just stepped out of a Playgirl magazine photo shoot.
Ian and Devon wore leather pants, but the styles differed slightly. Ian’s had a zippered front, and he'd paired the black pants with a snug gray T-shirt. Devon’s crotch was laced up, and he wore a matching black leather vest sans shirt. But it was Benny who she thought was the sexiest, and she hoped she wasn’t drooling. Under his open brown leather vest, he was shirtless with his rock-hard chest and abs showcased in skin bronzed by the sun. His faded jeans fit like a glove, and the bulge behind his zipper made her mouth water. A brown leather belt went through the loops at his waist and closely matched the well-worn boots on his feet.
He held his hand out to her, grinning broadly as she took it. “Damn, baby. Just when I think you can’t get any sexier, you prove me wrong. I think I’m going to start calling you my little sex-kitten.”
Pulling out a simple, black leather collar, he indicated for her to turn around and lift her hair. His fingers brushed against her skin as he placed it around her neck, connecting the hook and eye clasp in the back. Fingering the thin strand, she faced him again. “Okay?”
“For now. I’ll have to start thinking about a permanent one for you like Angie and Kristen have. I want to design it myself.”
Kat was thrilled he wanted to show everyone she belonged to him. She’d noticed the other women’s collars earlier. Kristen’s was a platinum choker with evenly spaced diamonds along its entire length. She’d shown Kat the removable sapphire pendant, which she occasionally wore with it. The custom-designed collar matched the engagement ring Devon had also given her, which had tiny blue stones surrounding the large teardrop diamond.
Angie was wearing one of two collars Ian had gotten for her. Her every day one was a yellow-gold, Byzantine-styled chain with a padlock pendant she’d been wearing earlier. The one she had on now was a two-inch wide, white-gold necklace with a diamond heart in the center. It was stunning and must have cost a fortune. But Kat didn’t care what collar she wore, as long as it was Benny’s.
He reached for her hand again and placed a yellow “no-play” band on her wrist. “Are you ready to go in?”
A nervous giggle escaped her, and she took a deep breath. “Oh, what the hell. You only live once or, in my case, twice. Let’s do this before I lose my courage.”
The group laughed with her as she followed Benny to the large wooden doors leading into the main club. Tiny was standing guard and pulled open one of the doors for them. It didn’t escape Kat’s notice he was wearing a holstered gun on his hip. She’d been told they’d increased security at the compound until she was out of danger. The massive man smiled at all three women as they were escorted past him. “Hello, Miss Katerina. Hello, ladies. Looking beautiful as always. Have a nice evening.”
Kat thanked him as she crossed over the threshold on Benny’s arm. Her jaw dropped as the club’s sights, sounds, and smells assailed her senses. She tried to look everywhere at once, but it was physically impossible, so she took in one section at a time. The second floor was basically a horseshoe that overlooked the floor below. At the base of the “U,” to their left was a curved, dark wooden bar with intricate carvings. A shirtless bartender was serving drinks to the members. She’d been told his red bowtie and black pants were the submissive male employee’s uniform. A female server was waiting for her round of drinks, dressed in a short black skirt, red bra, and bowtie.
But it was the patrons who had her agape. While some were dressed in clothing suitable for any club in the city, others were practically, if not entirely, naked. Chatting at the bar were two women dressed in fashionable outfits, but kneeling at their feet was a guy wearing only a thong and a black collar attached to a leash. Other people were walking around in various stages of dress, and Kat was grateful for what little she was wearing. At least her tits and ass were covered.
