Page 3 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Lucky me,” Sage responded with a forced grin as she realized the Domme was watching her expectantly.

“Luck would be pushing it, sub, particularly since you didn’t pay attention while I was discussing the rules and protocols. No, Patty Cakes, what I’m referring to is the brat in you. The Doms here have a love-hate relationship with that type. It’ll be interesting to see who you get paired up with for the evening.”

“Paired up? I don’t wish to be paired up. I’m only here to watch and see if I—”

“Then I’m afraid you’ve wasted your money. Tonight, is theme night and since we only invited the exact number to pair up everyone, no one sits out, or just watches. It’s Pair and Play night, my pet.” A sly smile brightened her face. “We use every application to attend this evening as a guide to find the perfect match. For your sake, I hope yours was based on your true needs. Believe me, being paired up with a sadist when you’re a newbie…”

Mistress Winter tilted her head. “So, Patty Cakes, are you leaving, or staying?”

Okay, so now I’m in trouble. The Domme’s smoldering eyes held Sage prisoner, so much so that she found herself incapable of blinking. It was an eerie feeling. As a woman who faced danger on a daily basis, could shoot like a sniper, and had a black belt in Taekwondo, she was stumped by the sudden desire to bend to that look of dominance.

Perhaps she had been naive to believe she could blend in, or worse yet, somehow play the role of an experienced submissive. If a Domme could tap into just a drop of submission frozen deep inside her, what would a powerful Dom to whom she might be attracted to wring out of her? Those fleeting thoughts were forcibly brushed aside.

Sage was unswerving, letting no one and nothing undermine the foundation upon which her resolute character rested—not even a Dominant. As a child, everyone who found themselves in her presence had commented on her nascent talent as an actress. Along life’s path, she had finely honed those thespian skills, mastering the art of improvisation. Tonight, she would call upon this particular courage.

“I’m staying, Mistress Winter.”

Of course, she was. This wasn’t the time to cut and run, wasting a one-off opportunity to get near Beats. The perfect scenario would be if she was paired up with him. Now that would make the buzzy cocktail of adrenaline and charged trepidation pulsing through her worth it.

“Wonderful.” The Domme turned to face the group. “I suggest you all read through the leaflet I gave you. We don’t want your first experience to turn into punishment, do we? I’ll give you ten minutes, and then we’ll go on a quick tour.”

Sage had no doubt that the punishment remark was aimed at her. Fully intending to avoid drawing unnecessary attention, she spent the ten-minute grace period studying the leaflet, ensuring she had all the rules down pat.

This entire night was quickly turning into something completely unexpected—being suddenly thrust into a role she never could have anticipated would require all her skill and courage to master convincingly. The novels she had read and the videos she had watched as part of her research had been enlightening. They even made her tingle all over at the conflicting aspects of domination. Stern, controlling, punishing, yet caring and loving. She hadn’t wanted to examine how aroused she had become watching and reading about erotic spankings. There was no way that having her behind slapped red would make her climax like those women had in the videos. No way! Not ever.

A trickle of awareness crawled down her spine. She didn’t have to look around to know she was being watched. She could feel it. Instinct whispered that it wasn’t Mistress Winter. This time, it was intense, filled with sizzling heat that made her shiver. In a furtive attempt to casually survey the crowd, her gaze was caught in the grip of a pair of dark eyes that sparkled like diamond dust on a moonlit night.

With just one look, Sage became transfixed by the proximity of the dark presence who enjoyed the power of those hypnotic orbs. Dressed in tight, black leather with an open vest that embraced a muscular chest, he had a swarthy masculinity that captivated her imagination. She was incapable of moving. He stood erect on legs spread shoulder-width apart, with his large hands balanced easily on each hip. Ownership and confidence oozed from his every pore, quickly spreading to wrap around her mind, infecting her thoughts, reaching in for control—demanding she give in to his allure.

Suddenly, all she wanted was to submit to the sexual whims of this man. Tied down, spanked, her hair yanked while being fucked, yes fucked, not made love to, like she was the only one that mattered. For him, she would submit to all of it—the pain, the discomfort… Her mind searched for more, but all she could come up with was whatever else came with a scene.

Sage had always believed in the equality of sexual power in a relationship. Now, being pulled in by those magnetic eyes, all she could think about was that she would go down on her knees and crawl if he told her to. She wanted to be owned by him. What scared the hell out of her was not giving him power over her body but instead, that of her mind.

Complete submission.

An involuntary blink and the spell was shattered. His full mouth, gathered up into the slightest smile, briefly secured by unknown thoughts, stayed fixed at its corners while his eyes raked mischievously over her body. Then, without wasting another gesture, he turned and walked away.

“That man spells trouble with a capital T,” she murmured as her stomach began to unwind from a tangle of knots. Watching him go, Sage felt vulnerable and needy for the first time in her life—feelings that were foreign and uncomfortable. They did not sit well with her.

Not one little bit.

Chapter Two

“I believe we have a full house tonight,” Kaden Frazer, aka Master Alpha, primary founding partner of Club Rogue, said as he gazed down into the entertainment area. He stood in front of the tinted glass wall of his office on the mezzanine level, a favorite vantage point from where he could evaluate the atmosphere of the evening and sort out the elegant from the demimonde.

Even though their selection process of members was stringent, pre-approved applicants or member guests were invited to join in the fun of open theme nights. It was usually on such occasions when trouble brewed due to Doms not taking the strict rules into consideration, or from bratty subs who pushed the club’s protocols to draw the attention of a specific member.

“We do,” Mistress Winter said as she joined him.

“How many guests?”

“Eight member sponsors and twenty-two one-nighters.”

One-nighters were those who applied for specific theme nights and were approved entry for only that night. Once they left, their profiles were deleted from the system. If they wanted full membership, they had to follow the detailed application process. Having achieved authorization for one attendance didn’t automatically offer anyone a free pass or special consideration. On that aspect, Kaden was immovable.

The club offered exclusivity for a reason. VIPs, celebrities, law enforcement, and high-ranking politicians were all part of the membership pool. Only those applicants who passed an in-depth background check and could be trusted to keep to the boundaries of the NDA were accepted as members. Confidentiality was key to ensuring no one’s specific kink preferences were made known outside of Club Rouge. To date, the club’s reputation remained intact, and rated as one of the top BDSM clubs on review sites.

“Anyone I should be concerned about?”

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