Page 63 of His to Possess
“The lower level.” I grin. “You’ll see.”
We skirt around the line waiting for entry to the night club and approach a side door. One quick flash of my card has the bouncer opening the door without a word. Once inside, the pounding bass of club music can be heard from the dance floor, but I turn Lilah in the opposite direction, toward a nondescript set of stairs.
“How many people do you think accidentally stumble upon this when they’re drunk and looking for the bathroom?” she asks.
“They wouldn’t get very far. The Chambers takes security very seriously.” I pause on the step. “That reminds me of another rule. You may see people here that you recognize.”
Her brow furrows in confusion. “I don’t know anyone who lives in New York.”
I grin at her innocence. So adorable. “Perhaps, but many famous people call this city home.”
Her mouth drops open. “Like, celebrities?”
I nod. “Celebrities. Politicians. Titans of industry who you may be used to seeing on the news. The Chambers has an extensive member list.”
“Wow,” she whispers.
“Privacy is very important here. People will be uncomfortable if you stare, even if it is a celebrity.”
She rolls her eyes and I add it to the list of reasons she’s getting a spanking tonight. “I’m not going to gape at celebrities like a yokel, Philip. I have some class.”
“Even so, I don’t want you to make eye contact with anyone but me once we’re inside. That means your head stays down. And I most definitely don’t want you to speak to anyone.”
“Geez,” she mutters, giving me a teasing grin. “You’re taking the bossiness to a whole new level.”
Quick as a flash, I grab her arms and press her against the wall. “Starting from this moment on, I’m in charge,” I tell her. “You want to go in there? You follow my rules. You do as I say. And you sure as fuck better start calling me sir.”
I watch her delicate throat as she swallows, her breath short and choppy. Her pupils are dilated again, like they were back at Club Wyld. The combination of fear and excitement I can read in her is intoxicating. But she needs to know this is no game.
“Lilah, who I am in this building is different from who I am outside of it.” I watch her face, wanting to be sure she understands how serious I am. “It’s not just bossiness. Ineedto be dominant. Places like this, places like Wyld, that’s where I can truly be myself, in all ways. Being with me means you have to accept that. You understand?”
She only pauses for a moment. “Yes, sir.”
It’s everything I can do not to rip her clothes off right here on the stairway when she calls me that. I need to hear it again—preferably when my hand is turning her ass red. I grab her arm and hurry the rest of the way downstairs, on the very edge of my control.
Much like Club Wyld, there’s a main lounge when we first enter. Unlike Club Wyld, this one doesn’t offer up a veneer of respectability. The first thing you see when you enter the space is a naked man, collared and on his knees, in a metal cage suspended from the ceiling. Waitresses cross the room dressed in scraps of black leather. A raised dais in the corner features a bound woman being rhythmically spanked with a paddle, her gasps and squeals just loud enough to be heard over the soft music and hum of conversation.
Lilah freezes next to me, and I know she’s shocked by the display of depravity everywhere she looks.You just walked straight into the lion’s den, love,I think, grinning to myself.
“Let’s get a drink. Remember what I said.”
She nods, following me in silence to a black leather booth. We’ve barely taken our seats when a waitress approaches. “Mr. Matthews,” she says, bowing her head slightly in the submissive posture all Chambers staff is trained to adopt. “So nice to see you back in town.”
“Thank you, Annabeth.”
“A glass of Glenlivet?”
“Yes, please. One for my friend, as well.”
Annabeth nods and walks away. Lilah raises an eyebrow. “The staff here know your drink order?”
I shrug. “I’m not easily forgotten.”
A sliver of uncertainty goes through me. I’m not easily forgotten, not in these circles, at least. And this isn’t the only club I could walk into in the United States or Europe where people will recognize me on sight. My reputation as a Dominant is extensive.
And I’ve just brought a complete innocent—a literal virgin—into a sex club with me.
Maybe this entire thing is a massive mistake.
