Dominate Me: A Devoured Club Novel (9 page)

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I brought Kieran with me to T
he Playground
, for back up, and to watch Aiden after or before my meeting with Kelsey, not being quite sure what she had planned. I was dressed in my black pants, black shirt and leather vest. Kieran was dressed in his black uniform. Kelsey had arranged for us to be brought in to the VIP section upon entry. It had been a long time since I last stepped foot into the popular kink club. Five years, to be exact. It hadn’t changed much in the time I’d been away. Newer, updated equipment, more members, and what looked like a huge bar gracing the dance floor. The three private rooms were still in the basement of the building, down a set of spiral staircases, giving that dungeon feel. I had stairs on one side of the dance floor closed off by velvet curtains. I enjoyed my time here. Lucas, Marcus and I had had some good times here before they’d moved back to Boston, and before the incident. I sat Kieran in the lounge area, the one that looked out to the dungeon floor. This way he could keep an eye on everything.

I could feel Kelsey’s presence before I saw her. The energy in the room, the attention from the people not playing
, turned immediately. I followed my instincts, and looked toward the staircase entrance that led from the dance floor upstairs. There she was. Hair in a high ponytail, dressed in a black latex cat suit, with her signature red high-heels. Behind her stood a rangy blonde - a sub, I assumed. I began walking toward the staircase as I watched Kelsey slink down the stairs. She began her walk toward me, dominant as always, and I knew how this was going to play out. I watched as she swayed her hips, placing one foot in front of the other; the sound of her heels clicking on the floor, surrounded by the noises of the scenes playing out.

We came face-to-face in the middle of the floor. Her hand connected to my left cheek as she snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor. I registered the sting as I dropped to my knees. Although a dominant now, there was a time when I
had bottomed for Kelsey - not a submissive, just a bottom - a power exchange of topping. I was not a submissive by nature, but in my past there were times when I’d needed someone, her specifically, to top me, bring me back under control. Apparently, this was the unfinished business that we had. A chuckle went through my mind.

“Good evening,
sugar lips. It is fabulous to see you again.” Her fingernails scraped across my shoulder blades as she circled my body.

“Mistress.” I immediately fell into the role
- the position I had long pushed away. I knew Kieran had seen me drop to my knees, and in the back of my mind I knew I would have to explain, but it wasn’t as if he wasn’t used to watching men submit to women. Sarah was a Master Domme at the club, and a few of the members switched.

“Let’s have some fun before we go to my room. Up to your feet.”

I did as instructed, standing before her. With her heels on, Kelsey was eye level with me. I waited for her next command.

“
Downstairs and to the back cross. I think a little whipping will satisfy me at the moment. Let’s say fifteen lashes for lying to me, leaving abruptly, and, oh yeah…making me babysit.”

I nodded and we walked
downstairs and across the playground area at the back of the floor, roped off for the purpose of whip usage. The whip was one of my favorite implements - up until I’d left. Nowadays, I preferred lighter bondage and implements - spankings, paddles, rope work, wax play and floggers.

“Strip your shirt.” She turned to her submissive. “Secure him in the cuffs while I pick the whip.” The blonde obliged and turned me to face the wall, sliding her hand up my arm until she stopped at my wrist. Quickly and snugly she secured the leather cuff around me, repeating the action on the other arm. She backed away as another sub bent to the floor to secure my legs in a spreader bar and attached them to the bottom of the X.
Damn it! She was going to be ruthless tonight.
Kelsey returned, snapping the single tailed whip in the air.

“Don’t worry. I only chose a four footer.”

“Geez, thank you.” My voice was laced with sarcasm. Kelsey knew I didn’t bottom well, and to be humiliated in front of the entire club, and my employee, wasn’t sitting well with me. The first crack landed the tip on my top left shoulder.

“Count
, sugar lips.”

“One, Mistress.” A laugh escaped her mouth as the second and third cracks landed in various spots on my right shoulder. The fourth and fifth landed across my back, as I bit down
- holding in the scream as the pain radiated across my back. I took a deep breath as I counted the last two, and prepared for ten more. Kelsey alternated between the sting of the tip and the lash of the body of the whip. I knew she would not cause any scars; bruises and welts, yes, scars, no. She knew what she was doing; an experienced Domme. Five more landed across my back and the final five she directed the single tip across my shoulder blades.

“There we go. Nice and red, welted
, and, I’m sure, painful.” Kelsey hummed with pleasure and admiration at her work.

“Yes, Mistress
, and also exciting.” I wasn’t lying. I was aroused - it always happened. Deep down I enjoyed the pain as much as I enjoyed giving it.

“Yes, let’s handle that for you.” Kelsey said as she ran her hand over the bulge in my pants.

“Let’s.” I responded as she called a club submissive over. The blonde sub undid the restraints and rubbed vitamin K lotion over my back, a precaution to help with the healing process.

A small brunette woman dressed in nothing but a pair of
vinyl underwear and a black vinyl bra, positioned herself on her knees. Unbuttoning my zipper, she freed my erection and let it bob in front of her. She slid a condom on it and began to massage my balls as her mouth wrapped itself around my cock. She quickly built up a rhythm, taking me deep into her throat, using her tongue to hit the sensitive spot on the underside of my dick. I leaned back against the X, careful not to make contact with my back, as the sub continued to suck me. She pulled off, circling her tongue around the bulbous head of my cock, before forcefully shoving me back into her mouth. My hands clamped around her head, one hand entwining into her hair, as I controlled the pace of her blowing me. Speeding her up as I made her take me deep into her throat. It felt good to have an experienced submissive, a trained submissive, taking me just the way I liked. Ally was new to all of this, and I didn’t want to push her further than she was comfortable with. At the thought of her, my body tightened as my balls pulled up, and I increased the sub’s pace again, this time exploding into her mouth as she continued to slide herself up and down the length of my dick.

Once finished, I pulled out of her mouth
, and waited for her to remove the condom and clean me up. As the submissive finished, I promised her a reward for a wonderful job, and had Kelsey handle that however she thought possible. I pulled my pants up and adjusted myself, putting my shirt over my back, wincing at the pain still radiating throughout my back.

“Thank you, Kelsey.” It was my way of regaining control of the situation. I
’d let her play, now we had business to discuss, people to talk to. We walked back upstairs to the bar, and I grabbed a drink and signaled to Kieran as I placed my earpiece in to my ear, and watched him do the same. He tested his mic, and also the volume and sound on the earpiece. It would be his way of contacting me if something was to go wrong. We didn’t know if Kaiser would get Aiden in safely, or if Ashworth’s men had eyes on the club – Hell, we didn’t have much to go on except the little I’d found out earlier.

“Let’s go to my
room.” Kelsey nodded toward the staircase that led downstairs. Upstairs held a few more private rooms, another lounge area, and offices. I followed her down the spiral stairs again and through a corridor that lead to her room. She pulled out a key and unlocked the door, allowing me to enter first. I looked around and saw the traditional things: a king sized bed, an armoire that I assumed held toys, another door to a bathroom, a wall that was nothing but a mirror, iPod receiver.

“Where is he?” I asked sternly.

“He’ll be here in a minute. It is a process getting him anywhere without being followed. You wanted him safe, I’m keeping him fucking safe.” A knock on the door and two men entered. I recognized Aiden immediately. Even though five years had passed, my body knew, recognized the familiar energy that had always flowed between us. The other man must have been Kaiser - I introduced myself quickly, and turned to Aiden.

“What the fuck did you do?” I started pacing the room as I watched him stand in place
, watching me. “Answer me.”

“Fuck you, Devon.” He used my real name
- and it got my attention. I hadn’t been called that in a very long time, with the exception of his impromptu call.

“I am not him anymore. Now tell me why I had to fly three thousand miles and return to a place I vowed never to come back to
, and it better be good.” I continued to pace in front of him. Kelsey and Kaiser were in the corner of the room watching, until she piped in.

“Devlin, I don’t think this is the place to talk.”

I turned and looked at her. She had a point. Not much could really be discussed in a BDSM club with no reinforcement or strong enough security measures except mine and Kieran’s hand guns, which were strapped to our legs. Just as I was about to answer her, Kieran broke through on the earpiece. Shit!

“You’re right. Ashworth’s men are here, walking around. I need to get him and myself out of here
, now! My security guy is in the lounge, let him know where you’ve been keeping Aiden, and tell him to meet me there in an hour. I will take Aiden out the back.” Kelsey nodded, and I turned to Aiden. “Let’s go.”

I opened the door and took a quick glance before stepping into the hallway. At the end of the corridor was an emergency exit that led to the back parking lot. I was happy that I
’d remembered to park there. I grabbed my gun from my leg, and double-checked the magazine before opening the exit. “Okay, the car is about fifty yards to the right. On my count, we make a run for it. Understood?” Aiden nodded, and I opened the door, scanning the area. I saw one of Ashworth’s guys to the left, and not paying attention. I motioned for Aiden to go, and quickly followed behind as he jogged to the car.

“Where too?” I asked
, waiting for the hotel name.

“Her father’s main hotel in North London.” I knew where he meant
, and started the car as I watched Kieran appear from the main entrance.

“Shit. What the fuck?” I put the car in gear and drove to him, having Aiden open the door so Kieran could jump in. “That was a stupid move
, my friend.”

“The men where occupied.”

“Not the ones out here. Let’s go.” I pulled out of the parking lot and turned left to head north.

“Where are we going?” Kieran asked as I weaved in and out of traffic.

“A safe place. When we get there, Aiden is going to explain to us what the fuck he did.” Aiden was sitting in the passenger’s seat to my left, quiet, and staring into the oncoming traffic. I found myself conflicted. On the one hand, I was pissed off at him, and just wanted to catch the next flight home, but on the other hand, I wanted to pull him close to me and kiss the shit out of him, pouring four. Pour five years of repressed feelings into it. I shook the emption off. I was here to help him stay alive, and then I was returning to my life - to Ally.

We arrived at the hotel, and I drove in through the service elevator. Kelsey had slipped me the new codes, and being that I was once head of security for Thornton, I knew my way around each and every inch of his establishments. I parked in a spot, and ushered the guys to the service elevator, bringing us just outside the main galley. A quick change of elevator, and we were headed to the fifteenth floor, and to Aiden’s room.

Once inside the room, I pointed for Aiden to sit on the couch as Kieran made himself comfortable in the matching arm chair.

“Now spill it. What the fuck were you doing mixed up with Ashworth?

The look on Devon
, or Devlin, whatever he went by now, was upsetting. He was extremely pissed off. He hands kept clenching at his sides, his eyes were darker than I remembered, and he kept pacing in front of me, his hands on his hips as he continued to pace back and forth in front of the table.

“
What do you have to say for yourself?” His voice was stern.

"I needed to surv
ive." I continued to look at him, and he stopped pacing.

"By working for him?"

“Yes, by working for him. You left with no word, no explanation." I saw the hurt in his eyes. Hopefully, he could see the hurt in mine. “Listen, you left, then Caroline left shortly after. I had nowhere to go, no one to go to. I did the only thing I knew - I survived.” I lowered my head into my hands that were resting on my legs and waited for his answer.

“
I left to protect you and Caroline.” He sat in the chair opposite the couch, and next to the one his associate was currently occupying. “Now tell me why I just flew three thousand miles to save your ass, put my body through a whipping from a woman I swore I’d never bottom to again, and now put the life of my employee in danger.”

He was leaning forward, his elbows on his thighs, his head in his hands. I took a deep breath and sat back on the couch.
“Knowing you, I’m pretty sure you’ve already touched base with contacts and such?”

Devlin nodded.

“Then you know briefly about what Ashworth’s been involved in?”

Another nod.

“It goes much deeper than that.”

“
I’m waiting, and very impatiently at that. You know I don’t like to wait.” He glared in my direction, his eyes that dark black that I remembered so well. He was right. Devlin was not a man to wait - -when he wanted something he got it.

“
When you left, I applied for a job working security at one of his nightclubs. I knew I should have gone to Kelsey or her father for a job, but with your abrupt departure…well, you know. Anyway, I was content working the door and occasionally the bar for the first couple of years. I was making ends meet, and keeping off the radar.” I paused and shifted my position on the couch.

“
When did you get in deeper?” He was now sitting back in the chair, his eyes trained directly at me.

I glanced from him to his partner and back.
“Really…last year. Ashworth’s right-hand man, as it were, came to my apartment one afternoon, requesting that I show up for a meeting with Ashworth. He offered me an exclusive opportunity to bartend for one of his events. I said yes, needing the extra cash. That was the beginning.”

“
The beginning of what, Aiden?” Devlin’s voice was stern again, that Dom voice I knew so well.

“
Everything. The fear, the running, the corruption. I tried to quit once, and they threatened my sister. So I stayed on.”

“
What did you do to have half of his organization gunning for your head?”

“
I didn’t deliver a package.”

Devlin moved in his chair, coming closer to the edge
, and to me. “What type of package?”

“
It started out moving the drugs to buyers. Here and there - not frequently. He had his regulars for that. But then came the auctions.”

“
So I’ve heard… briefly, that is.”

I nodded and continued.
“Ashworth throws big events for special clientele. The super rich of the English, and world societies.”

“
Keep going. I haven’t decided what I’m doing with you.”

“
Okay. Just think his girls at the strip club started doing private parties and the events were big fuckfests. The women were brutalized, tied up, and raped over and over again.” I stopped and looked at the floor. The memories were awful, and I still hated myself for allowing those things to happen.

“
How so, Aiden?”

“
Listen, I’m all for bondage and submission - we know that. But these women were not there under free will. Ashworth operates with fear. Everyone knows that, and everyone has something to protect.”

Devlin nodded again
, and I looked over at Kieran, who was typing something on his iPad.

“
Well, recently, Ashworth dived into the sex slave business. He has been holding auctions for really big clients - fulfilling orders with the girls from the club. Until about six months ago.”

“
What happened six months ago?”

“
Ashworth’s men started picking up females from the streets; runaways, druggies, you name it. These girls were drugged beyond consciousness, and sold to the highest bidder. Clients could put in special requests.” I stopped again this time to gauge his interest and understanding. I’d been doing most of the talking…

“
Don’t stop now, Aiden. I want the whole fucking story.”

“
Well, let me give you a little more background. These girls - the ones being sold, were also being found dead, thrown around the streets of London like rag dolls. Some of them I recognized from when I was bartending at a few of the events.”

“
And how did you get wrapped up in this shit now?”

“
After an auction, I was supposed to deliver the goods, so to say. Well, when the young girl was placed in the car - I realized that it was one of the missing girls that had been on the telly.”

“
You didn’t realize this beforehand?” Devlin asked, looking at Kieran.

“
No. The last few auctions, I was the driver. I delivered with another person. I don’t know what went wrong this time that they let me go off on my own, but it worked. Anyway, the girl was fifteen. Fifteen years old! A virgin, and sold to a fucking dirt bag, a fat fuck that wanted to fuck her over and over and over again. She was crying in the back of the car. I couldn’t let her go there.”

“
Jesus Christ, Aiden!” Devlin stood abruptly, his hand running through his hair. “What did you do with the girl?” He began to pace back and forth in front of the vacated chair.

“
I hid her. Currently she's staying with a friend of mine that I knew from secondary school.”

“
Now not only did you put her life in danger, your own life in danger - you put your friend in harm’s way as well.” Devlin turned to Kieran and then back to me. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“
I know, but I couldn’t let her go to that man. Come on, Devlin, she’s fifteen,for Chris
t’
s sake.”

“
And what happens when Ashworth finds her? Finds your friend?

“
He won’t.”

“
How can you be so sure?” Devlin stopped walking.

“
She’s in a different country. I was able to get her over to Belfast without any problems.”

“
What about her parents? Her family that still thinks she's missing? Did you ever think about the consequences? I’m sure Ashworth has the entire family under watch. What the hell?”

I stood up and walked up to Devlin.
“Don’t give me shit. I’d rather die than watch the innocence of a fifteen year old girl get ruined, her life taken from her so that a fat arsehole can have his fantasies fulfilled. So, yes, I risked my own life to save an innocent one. If you are not going to help me, then fuck off. I rather die than have you belittle my decisions.”

We stood there face to face for a few moments. Without moving, Devlin snapped his fingers
. “Kieran, out. The key card should get you into room 1207, one floor up. I’ll meet you there.” I watched out the corner of my eye as Kieran gathered his iPad and bag, and made his way to the door.

Once he was gone, Devlin
’s hand grasped around the back of my head and pulled me close to him, his lips crushing against mine. His tongue opened my mouth to his as he mapped every inch of mine. The familiar smell of his skin, the feeling of his calloused fingers on the back of my neck, had me pushing against his bulge. He broke the kiss and stood back, shaking his head. “God, it’s been awhile.”

I sunk to my knees into position. There was no doubt in my mind what I wanted, what
I’d missed for the last five years. I needed him like I needed air. No matter what happened between us, no matter the reasons he was still here - and aroused as hell. The bulge in his pants was apparent when I gazed up.

“
Get off your knees, Aiden.”

“
No, sir. I need this. You need this.”

“
Don’t fucking tell me what I need. That part of me is gone-left when I did. Now get your ass off your knees.” He began to walk around the living, toward the windows that over looked the city - even though the drapes were drawn shut, I knew that image.

“
Devon, Devlin - whatever you go by now. I need to know why you left. Please?” I walked up behind him and placed my hand on his shoulder blade, rubbing it gently over his shoulder. I felt his immediate tensing, but continued to move my hands over the muscles of his back, etching them into my mind again. He used to enjoy this; Caroline on her knees sucking him off, me behind him rubbing my hands over his body, until we switched positions and I took him into my mouth. The thought caused my dick to stir.

“
I’m not discussing that right now. What we need to do, what I need to do, is figure out a way to get you safe, that poor girl safe, and to watch Ashworth burn in hell for his sins.” He stayed rigid, but didn’t move. I ran my hands around his body until they were rubbing his chest and abdomen, tracing every defined line on his torso. My body was up against his back, my cock against his ass. There was no way he could mistake my arousal.

“
Don’t start something that can’t be finished,” he said as he finally stepped out of my reach.

“
You started it with that kiss.”

“
I lost my judgment for a moment. It will not happen again.”

“
We have a history, Devon.”

“
Devlin. It’s Devlin now. Devon is long gone.”

“
Where’d he go? You still look like the same person to me.”

“
But I’m not. Now get some rest. Kieran and I will be down in the morning.” He took another look at me, and then headed towardsthe door, pausing as he opened it, but not saying another word, slipping out again with the same look in his eyes as h
e’
d had four years earlier.

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The next morning, I awoke to a pounding on the door, or maybe my head, after the bottle of vodka I’d downed after Devlin left. I’d drank my sorrows until I’d passed out.

“Jesus, hold the fuck on.” I stammered out of bed to the sitting area and
the door. Opening it, Devlin and Kieran were there - bags in hand.

“Let’s go. Get dressed and
grab your shit. We are on the next flight out of here.” Devlin walked in putting his bag down by the door.

I took a step back, almost losing the balance that I barely had. “
Wait, so soon? Where the fuck are we going?”

“Boston. At least until I can figure out what the fuck we are going to do about your situation.” He grabbed a glass from the counter and moved toward me, a clear liquid filled it. “Drink this and let’s go. Time is ticking.”

I chugged the glass, coughing as the liquid burned my throat. Vodka! What was that saying — the best cure for a hangover was a shot of what got you drunk in the first place? Yeah, something like that. “Fuck you. I’m not leaving. I can’t leave.”

Devlin slammed his fist on
the counter that he had walked back over to. “Then why the fuck did I risk what I risked for you? Why did I leave my life, unsure of what would happen if I was to be seen, to come and save yours? Get your fucking ass showered, dressed and packed. You have fifteen minutes.” The look in his eyes was deadly. He was losing his patience, and the stare was focused in on me. “Do I need to make that an order, sub?”