“All I want to do is dance.” Darinda finished dusting blush and glitter across her cheeks. She checked her look in the mirror and pursed her lips.
She wanted to be strong and independent like her friends and when she visited the clubs, she could be. The woman in front of the mirror wasn’t as strong. She worried about money and getting her bills paid. When she entered the dance floor or the BDSM venue, she could be anything she wanted. Money wasn’t important. Bills didn’t matter. She could lose herself in the music and moment. The thrill of being on display and the painful pleasure washed away her internal strife.
Not that she’d tell anyone about her problems. No one cared.
She glanced at her phone and sighed. The one thing she wanted more than to dance was to hear about her job. The accounting department at the big box store had let go of most of the secretaries due to staffing issues. Why have a secretary when the accountants could answer their own phones?
She’d put in applications at other places and hoped she’d hear from someone soon.
Her phone beeped with an incoming text. Chloe. Not the messenger she wanted, but she’d live. She tapped to retrieve the text.
Got you an interview at the law office. just secretary work. Thurs @ 9 am.
She practically whooped. An interview. Finally. Her heart hammered. At the law office…the Reid office? Holy shit. Few were granted replies on applications, let alone interviews.
She leaned on the counter and put the phone down. The Reid Law Firm was her dream employer. Nick and Nathan Reid were not only powerful and rich beyond measure, but drop dead gorgeous. They paid well and rarely let go of staff. She’d have security for the first time in her life. What a thought. Plus, Nick and Nathan seemed to respect their employees. Not that she’d land them. She’d never get the chance to be with them, but at least she could work for them, hopefully. It was something, which was better than nothing.
She didn’t have the job yet, but she needed to celebrate. Good thing she’d planned on visiting the club.
Sixxes wasn’t the average dance joint. It wasn’t even a club anyone could visit. Sixxes catered to the S&M crowd. Masters and their subs went the facility to live out their every naughty dream and desire. She liked visiting because she could sate her voyeuristic tendencies and play with her friends. Gavin had been training as a full master and loved using her as his showcase sub. He claimed she was the prettiest woman there. She begged to differ, but it wasn’t worth arguing.
Sixxes offered her the chance to cut loose, grind on the dance floor and eventually play—mostly with Gavin. No one else had asked her to sub for them. God, she loved to sub and wanted a man who could handle her.
Another text popped onto the screen and she gritted her teeth. She had to answer Chloe before she handled the next message. She tapped out a reply.
Will be there. Thank you so much. Love you!
Once she sent that message, she checked the other. A text from Gavin.
Need to show you off. Got a big chance tonight. They want to see me in action. Wear that bondage dress we bought.
She frowned, then massaged her forehead. The bondage dress? The one made of straps? She loved that garment, but it was more strap than dress and showed off every one of her assets, with full access.
She shook her head. If he wanted her to wear it, she would, but she’d need a trench coat to cover herself in the rideshare.
The idea that she’d be on display sent instant electricity through her veins. Men would ogle her and women would want to be her. She could hear her mother’s voice in her mind. You should be ashamed of yourself. Where is your modesty? But modesty never got her attention. It’d gotten her ignored.
Yes, sir.
He wasn’t her sir, but they’d used the terminology a few times simply to signify she’d gotten the message. She abandoned her phone on the counter and padded nude to the closet. Without bothering to don panties or stockings, she shimmied into the harness dress. The straps cupped her breasts and the ones around her waist cinched her in. The sheer panel covered her outer hips, but left her pussy and the cleft of her ass completely exposed.
Blood coursed through her body and she plucked her nipples. Good God, she wanted to be touched by a man. Not just any man. A certain one—no, two—were on her mind. Nick and Nathan Reid. She longed to have them notice her. To have them touch her. Caress her. Spank her.
Fuck. She had a dirty mind and wanted them to do every dirty thing to her. She’d willingly submit to them. Have them both fill her body.
Her skin prickled and nipples beaded. She’d never see them, but the sooner she got to the club, the faster she could get to dancing and playing. She could lose herself in the fun of the play and imagine Nick and Nathan were the ones mastering her.
She fluffed her hair, then checked her makeup before stepping into a pair of sky-high pumps. She loved the way the shoes made her legs look and the power she elicited from wearing the spiked heels.
When she picked up the trench coat, she centered herself. Wearing the harness dress and heels were more like career wear. Going to the club was her job for now. Show off for Gavin, help him get his position as master, and dance. Make people happy. No one knew her at the club. No one cared that she let go that way.
She slipped the coat over her shoulders, then tied the belt. After checking she had her phone and credit card, she left her apartment and locked up behind her. She made her way downstairs to the rideshare.
When she went to the clubs, she always requested the same driver. She trusted few people and never gave Kal much information, but he got her to her destinations and never asked many questions.
The black Lexus pulled up and she nodded to Kal, then climbed into the backseat.
“Good night tonight?” Kal asked. “Going to have fun?”
“I am.” She smoothed the front of her coat. Wearing so little under the coat energized her. Kal would never know that she wasn’t dressed in something less revealing. It wasn’t his business, though. “I’m excited.” The future was wide open and she wanted to live it.
“I’m glad. I like seeing you smile.” He drove across town without saying anything else and in twenty minutes, deposited her at the private entrance to Sixxes.
She winked and waved to him, then left the car and headed into the building. Her phone pinged as the ride was paid for, including the tip. The beauty of knowing the owners of the club, working with Gavin and being a regular meant she could use the private entrance instead of the public-facing doors.
The thrum of the music vibrated in her body. Excitement filled her veins. She shrugged out of her coat at the check counter and handed over her keys and phone to the attendant.
“Master G is waiting for you,” the girl said. “Go to the dance floor.”
“Thanks, Candy.” She wished she had pockets and ready cash on her so she could tip the attendant, but the outfit didn’t leave much room for storage.
“No sweat.” Candy grinned, then took the coat and Darinda’s belongings to the rack.
Darinda smoothed her hands over her hips, then let the rhythm of the music guide her into the dance hall. She gyrated to the music and let her inhibitions go. As she danced, she ignored the people watching her. Her body mattered. Her reactions did, too. As she brushed her hands over her chest, her nipples beaded and her pussy creamed. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, then switched time to the new song.
Gavin danced up to her. He grasped her hand and led her to the edge of the floor. “You’ve got lots of attention.”
“I don’t care.” She focused on him. The wild thrill of the night overtook her. “How do you want to play?”
His eyes sparkled. “Spanking, bondage, cuffs, a vibe…and you on display. Do you wish to play with me?”
Christ, she did. “Gonna lead me around?” She loved when he did that.
“You bet.” He produced a leather collar and leash from his pocket and a set of metal cuffs from his belt. “Ready?”
She offered her wrists. “I am, sir. My word is ‘ghost’.”
“Use it at any time.” He snapped the cuffs around her wrists, then the collar around her neck. He didn’t click the cuffs together, giving her time to adjust her position. “You’re beautiful. I can’t wait to show you off. You’re making me look so good. A better Dom.”
“That’s what I do.” She laced her hands together behind her back and allowed him to lead her by the collar and leash. The throbbing music continued, but was dulled but the change of room. The thick carpet absorbed most of the sound. The lighting changed, from bright strobes and flashes to something more mellow and soft. She forced her gaze to the floor, but hazarded glances at the audience. When he led her around the room, she noticed a few of the spectators. Some she knew, but a couple she didn’t. She spotted a man on the armchair, sprawled on the thick furniture. He balled one fist, but left the other flat on the arm of the chair. His diamond ring on his right hand caught her attention. Few people who came to the club flaunted their wealth like that.
She caught sight of his face, but only for a moment. The hunger in his eyes was hard to mistake. For her? She wished. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn he was Nathan Reid, but why would someone that obscenely rich be at Sixxes?
He wouldn’t.
Still, for a split second, she let her thoughts and fantasies run wild. She swore she’d have heard the gossip if the brothers were in the club. She’d never heard their names mentioned, but maybe they’d paid for extra secrecy? It was possible.
Not probable, but possible.
Gavin stopped at the St. Andrew’s cross and tugged on the leash. “Girl?”
She knew what to do.
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