Page 18 of For Love & Torture
Chapter 10
Grant
The night is going insanely well. Everyone is on top of the world. It’s obvious the club will be a great success. The other owners and I are all smiles as we all envision that the accounts will soon be bursting at the seams with all the money people are spending.
One of the members asks me to help him in one of the private rooms. He and his partner want to try out some flogging techniques, and he wants to be sure he doesn’t cause her any real harm.
As I head into the dimly lit room with its red walls, and black floor and ceiling, I realize it bothers me to be in here with anyone other than Isabel.
Oh, I have to get over that, and quick! “I tell you what, let me go out and grab a woman so I can demonstrate on her and you can follow suit.” I head back out and find it’s easy to find a woman who wants to help me out with the demonstration.
Back to the room we go, and I move her into position. The other man does the same with his woman, and I show him the first technique.
As my hand moves the flogger and it lands on the woman’s ass, a pain shoots through my heart.
Is what I’m doing wrong?
I gulp back the feeling and move on. “You okay, doll?”
She turns her mask covered face to look back at me. “Yeah. I liked it. Do it some more, please.”
Shaking my head, I try to rid my mind of that pesky notion that what I’m doing is bad. “Okay, a figure eight motion is also good.” I demonstrate and feel that pain in my chest again.
I realize I have a weakness.
Isabel.
I have to get past it. I have to.
The girl I found turns to look back at me again and winks. “We should get our own room.”
Though my heart isn’t in it, my head tells me to do it. Getting another girl under you is the quickest way to get over the girl who’s haunting you. It goes something like that, I’m sure.
So I do just that. I take the girl to the next private room and proceed to forget about Isabel.
I’m not the man for Isabel anyway. I’m doing her a favor by letting her go.
Am I really letting her go?
Can it be that easy?
My hand slides over her round ass. It’s creamy, smooth, and it should be getting my dick hard by now, but it’s not. I thought picking a random woman off the floor of The Dungeon of Decorum would help me get Isabel off my mind, but it’s not working.
Ignoring my limp dick, I push the girl, whose name I don’t know and don’t want to know, down on the hard wooden surface of the spanking bench. Trying to get out of my own head, I ask, “Have you been a bad girl?”
She laughs sexily. “Very bad. I think you might need to spank my bad ass.”
“So you came here for punishment, did you?” I put my hand on her back to hold her still as I pick up the belt off the table of torture devices and slap it against my thigh.
“Yes, master,” her words ignite a fire inside me, in a bad way.
“I am not your master. I am merely the man who will dole out the punishment you want. Do you understand me?” I smack her ass, and a bright red mark appears on her right cheek as she lets out a shriek.
I did it much too hard. I’ll have to rein that in a bit. Pure anger is flowing through me like a hot wind that threatens to take me over. I know I have to get a hold of myself—this club is a safe space, not a place where you go to get spanked by a raving lunatic who can’t control his temper. But it’s easier said than done.
“You’re not my master. Yeah, I get it. Ow!” She looks over her shoulder at me, her long black braid falling across her other shoulder. “You take this shit pretty damn seriously, don’t you?”
“You want to leave?” I take a step back and hold my arm out in a gesture to the door. “Be my guest. You asked me to come here, I didn’t ask you. Do you want to see the real side of BDSM or the candy-ass version? Because with me, you get the motherfucking real deal. Do you understand that?”
