Sold to the mafia

Isaac

The thrum of excitement is pulsing through the club as the pounding of the bass makes everything come alive with the need to sway to the beat. The lights flicker in time with the sultry music, and the women hanging from the swings in the center of the room and dancing in the cages on the stage sway their hips and flip their hair, their hands traveling along their bodies seductively.

Strips of their hair are decorated with a glow-in-the-dark paint in different neon colors. The dining hall is no longer a restaurant. The tables have been removed, and the dance floor and up lighting have created what’s needed for the themed night. And this side of the club is dark.

It’s meant to allow for some particular kinks tonight. Voyeurism being clearly evident.

Several couples are on the dance floor, and although at first it may seem that they’re grinding in beat to the music and dancing like the others, they aren’t. A woman on the outskirts of the crowd has her lips parted as her Dom thrusts from behind her. Her dress is only slightly raised in front, but I can see that it’s lifted from behind. A rough laugh rises up my chest as he pumps in time with the music, holding her small frame to him. Her eyes are glazed over, and her neck is turned to the side.

This room is alive with sin.

The four women swinging from the ceiling are tempting the men below. They don’t work for the club. Neither do the women in the cages. They’re simply Submissives who are enjoying the clublike atmosphere. Nights like tonight provide the women a little more room to be free spirited, so long as their Dominants allow it.

I’m not on duty tonight. Nonetheless, my eyes scan the room. I’m just waiting for her. For my kitten. I have a small bag with a pure white simple silk dress, the straps made of thin gold chains. I brought a toy for her too that I’m eager to attach to her. It’s a thin gold chain that matches the dress. It’ll wrap around her neck, but it’s more of a necklace, and very lightweight, so it’s comfortable. The best feature is the long chain that will fall between her breasts and under the dress with a clip that secures around her clit. It’s not tight, not painful, but a simple tug will elicit a spike of pleasure through her body. I intend to use it as a training mechanism for her tonight. I have my list of rules and requirements. One being she must wear this in place of a collar.

It’s a fair compromise. I don’t know what I’ll do if she denies me this request. I want her, but I need her submission. Her complete submission. Both for her benefit, and for mine.

“I’m assuming you collared her?” A deep voice from my right grabs my attention. Joe Levi. It pisses me off. Not because he’s out of line for asking, but because I have to answer that I didn’t.

“She’s not ready,” I answer easily, as though I’m not in the least upset by the fact.

“Oh?” he says, and his eyebrows raise and I can tell he’s genuinely surprised.

“She’s mine.” I don’t care if she doesn’t have a collar. He had better not go near her.

“Understood,” he responds easily. “I have no intention of encroaching…” He takes a sip of whiskey from the short glass in his hand before adding, “so long as she shows no desire for me.”

My eyes narrow, and I take the man in. His crisp suit is fitted perfectly to him. His broad shoulders mean it’s custom. The man has an air of darkness around him, and it doesn’t help that I know he’s a crook. He’s associated with bad men, with criminals. I have no fucking clue why he’s even in here. Of course he’s masked. We all are. But no one here is a fool, and it’s obvious to one another who most of the men here are. There are only a few I’m not privy to knowing. Joshua and Madam Lynn are fully aware all the patrons though. Beyond them, some of the masked men are a mystery, even to me.

But there is no mystery to Joe Levi. His name has been headlined in the paper, and by some dumb luck he’s never been convicted of any of the crimes he’s been accused of.

The lights bounce around the room, glinting off his mask as he turns to walk away from me.

“No hard feelings, I hope?” he asks with his hand on my shoulder.

“None yet,” I answer in a low voice. He only chuckles and walks toward the edge of the room, setting his empty glass on a silver tray held by a waitress. She gives him a tight smile and continues making her way around the edge of the room, avoiding the sea of bodies on the dance floor.

I’m not interested in staying here. I’m merely waiting for Katia. As soon as she walks into the foyer, I’ll see her from this position. I watch Joe’s back as he disappears into the darkness, searching for whatever he came for.

There’s no way in hell we’re staying here. In fact, as soon as she agrees to the rules, I have no intention of keeping her here at all. I want her in my home. In her room. Available to me at all times.

That’s where she belongs.

Fuck, I need her, too. I need her to ease this tension. Lucian called and needed a loose end taken care of. It was easy to find the perp, but setting up the hit required a delicate balance with two of my contacts. I’m on edge and in need. I can’t let it affect her. But I fucking need her.

But first she has to submit to me. I know she’s scared of taking that jump, but all she has to do is agree and then I will make everything so much easier for her. I’ll take the weight of her pain away, and give her a new purpose to replace the past that haunts her.

My fingers itch to check the rules again. My nerves are getting the best of me as I pull the paper from my pocket.

I rewrote them a few times, paying close attention to the wording of each line.

Rules are not something easily transferred from one slave to the next. Each is different, and each has their own needs and requirements. Katia is especially different and sensitive in what I must have her agree to.

The music seems louder as I unfold the paper and read each line.

RULES

1. You will wear my chain. Always. In and out of the club with pride, signifying my ownership of you.

2. You will not allow anyone to touch it, and you will also not touch the chain.

3. When we are apart, you will write my name on a body part of my choosing. Your attire and the place of my name will be decided by me and sent to you the night before.

4. You will stay with me when you’re able. Conditions may be discussed.

5. You will serve, obey, and please your Master. And you will never show disrespect for your Master.

6. You will worship my body, and I will worship yours in return.

7. To receive pleasure, you must earn it.

8. You will trust me in all things.

9. You will not hesitate when responding to me, and you will be specific in your speech.

10. You will thank me for your discipline and punishments as much as your rewards.

11. You will always be in submission to your Master.

12. All of your choices will be based on whether or not they will please me.

13. Your eyes will never be cast down, and your head never bowed. You represent me, and you will demand respect.

14. You will keep your sex shaved and never wear undergarments. In my presence, your sex and ass will be available to me at all times. As well as your mouth.

15. All of your worries and fears will be the burden of your Master.

16. You will not hesitate to obey your Master.

17. You will always be ready to please your Master.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

18. You are my greatest treasure, and your trust in me will not be taken for granted.

19. You will never reach an orgasm without explicit permission given. Should you do so, you will be swiftly and severely punished. I own your pleasure.

20. Through discipline and reward you will learn to behave properly and become a better slave for your Master.

21. You are allowed to suggest ways to further your training or your preferences, so long as you address your Master properly.

22. You must always respond both physically and verbally to whatever I choose to do with you. Your expressions are important to me, and you will not hide them.

23. If you choose to be marked by your Master, you will never tighten your body when you are being whipped, caned, cropped, slapped, paddled, belted, spanked, or anally or vaginally fucked. I want to see your flesh squirm and when you tighten your body, it hurts more. You will be proud to wear the marks I give you.

24. You will not be shared at any time, and you will not offer yourself sexually in any way to anyone else.

25. In my bondage, you will be made free. In submission you will find your true self.

These rules are specific to Katia’s needs. I understand it’s quite soon for her, but I’m not interested in having a different sort of relationship with her. The is the only relationship I’m able to give. And it’s the one she desperately needs. In time, she’ll come to see that.

I have a contract ready for her to sign. The rules are included in there as well, but I wanted them written down to give to her. So she could see exactly what I want from her. It’s not uncommon for the Masters and Dominants of Club X to provide contracts. We’re men of power and wealth. We need contracts for everything. This one though, is more for her benefit than it is for mine.

As I fold the list in my hand, readying myself to slip it back into my pocket, my eyes hone in on her walking toward me. Her hips sway gently, and I swear I can hear her heels clicking on the ground as her eyes take in the sight behind me. My breath stops short as she sees me, halting in her path. Her breath hitches, and her eyes fall to the floor as she slowly lowers herself to the ground, kneeling and waiting for me.

Submitting to me.