Collared (Vegas Nights Book 1) (11 page)

The bartender Ray, caught her eye, and motioned her over to the bar, where he handed her a tray of drinks at pointed to the mistresses. Ugh. She didn’t really want to go over there without Crystal, but the other girl seemed mesmerized by the show taking place up on stage, even though nothing was really happening yet.

This time, when she served their drinks, the head mistress, or so she assumed, asked her name, and introduced herself as Lady Kimmora, or Lady K. Unlike the dominants, Lady Kimmora didn’t deign to introduce her subs, who were literally kissing her feet while Lady K stood there chatting, as if having half a dozen grown men worshipping at her feet while she carried on a conversation consisting purely of inconsequential small talk was nothing out of the ordinary, and for her, it probably wasn’t.

“Is there, anything else, I can get for you, Lady K?” Diamond asked, adopting the nickname.

Lady K lifted the glass to her kips, but didn’t sip. “Sit,” she ordered, waving Diamond into an empty chair beside her. Not knowing what else to do, Diamond sat. Her job was to keep the guests happy, so If Lady K wanted her to sit, sit she shall.

The air was thick with uncertainty as Diamond sat, amidst a sea of leather clad ladies wielding various implements surrounded by feet worshipping slave boys.

“Massage?” asked the woman on her right. She hadn’t introduced herself but Crystal had said her name was Mistress Carrie.

“I’m sorry?”

“Would you like a leg massage while you sit?” she asked impatiently. “Owen here is quite good at them, and I would be happy to share his services with you for the evening.”

Diamond froze, thinking that this was by far the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. Was it rude to decline the massage? Would she somehow offend the mistresses by doing so? She was unsure of proper etiquette for when a mistress offered you the services of her slave-boy. Was there even such an etiquette? Ugh, she never should have come over here without Crystal, and now she was stuck, and they were all peering at her expectantly, awaiting her answer.

“Oh, I, um… no, thank you?”

At that, the mistress gave a curt nod, and Owen retreated, finding a seat on the floor near the front of the table, apparently being given permission to enjoy the festivities.

Frozen in place, Diamond wished she had a water, or preferably, something stronger, although Pax had made it clear in no uncertain terms that that was not to happen without his express permission.

“Have you ever seen a flogging?” Lady K asked, regally crossing her legs, as she sipped her wine slowly.

“Oh, no, ma’am. I haven’t seen much of anything really. I’m new here.”

Lady K nodded knowingly. “I thought so. You’ve got that deer in the headlights look about you this evening.”

“Oh, I…” Diamond stalled, unsure of what she was able to, or even wanted to say. She had the distinct feeling that Mistress Kimmora could make her spill her guts at the flick of a wrist if she wanted to. “It’s all new. I’ve been spanked before but that’s it.”

“Ahh,” her temporary companion sighed knowingly. “And did you enjoy it, being spanked?”

“Well,” Diamond replied with a ghost of a smile, “I’m not sure I was supposed to enjoy it, but yes, I did. Very much so.”

“Sit back, and enjoy the show then. You’re in for a treat.” Lady K pointed at the stage, where the explanation had ended. The lights had lowered, and two spotlights had appeared. One was focused on Sir Darius’s hands and the implements he wielded, and the other shone brightly across Roxy’s panty clad backside.

A soft, thuddy instrumental ballad played over the loudspeaker, leaving Diamond entranced.  Darius was holding an identical flogger in each hand, and he, much like Pax, was putting on quite the opening show. The soft leather strands had yet to touch Roxy’s backside, but she was already squirming in her seat as he flicked the leather above her skin. From her reactions, it was obvious that she could hear it, that she could feel the air moving as it flailed through the air but the strands stopped short—coming to rest as close to her bottom as they possibly could without actually touching her.

Finally, holding his hands even with his chest six inches apart from each other, and stooping slightly, Darius flicked his wrists, one after another, in rhythm with the music, and the long falls made contact with his wife’s panty clad backside. Doing the opposite of what Diamond herself had done on stage, Roxy had her face turned towards the audience, and smiled in relief with the first stroke hit. Darius upped the speed, and intensity, each flick of his wrist becoming stronger and more defined, until Roxy was squirming. Was it in agony or ecstasy? Diamond couldn’t tell.

The crowd was completely silent, entranced by the rhythm of the tails as they fell against bare skin. It sounded like raindrops falling into a lake. Diamond loved the way the strands fell, splayed against Roxy’s backside, only to come together again as one as the flogger was lifted and poised for the next strike.

Suddenly Darius stopped, turning to the crowd before announcing simply “Horizontal Florentine.”

Then he backed up, six inches farther from where he had been before, and Diamond knew that the floggers would not touch Roxy’s skin if he flung them where he stood. What was he going to do? What was Horizontal Florentine? His shoulders came straight back, his arms bent flat against his sides and then extended at the elbows, straight out, a flogger still in each hand.

Lady K actually bounced in her seat, tapping Diamonds shoulder with excitement. “Oh, honey, you’re going to love this!”

She did love it. What followed was the single most arousing, enthralling thing Diamond had ever had the privilege of watching.

Darius, began rotating his wrists in a way that had the tails of the flogger dancing through the air. The way he moved, and the strands moved in turn reminded her of the rhythmic gymnastics competitions she had watched on television as a child. She was even more entranced now than she had been back then. Each twirl of his hands brought them closer together, and closer to Roxy. The woman was smiling, watching over her shoulder, egging the audience on in their cheering as Darius and the strands got faster and closer to her rear with every flowing movement. Finally, they made contact, and the shock on Roxy’s face as the sharp tips of the suede strands made their impact would be forever ingrained in Diamond’s brain.  She didn’t know whether she should be watching Darius’s wrists, or Roxy’s face, so she did both, her head ricocheting back and forth like a ping pong ball.  Between the beautiful flowing ballad on the loudspeaker, the soft clap of the strands hitting flesh, and the soft cry of shock Roxy gave each time, it was like watching a beautiful opera of pain and pleasure. Every hair on Diamond’s arms stood on end as Darius moved again to stand behind Roxy, parallel to her side, now fully facing the audience.

He tossed the floggers up in the air, and caught them in the opposite hand like one of the jugglers down on the strip. The difference was each time they landed, a quick flick of the wrist had the strands whipping down sideways across Roxy’s lower back, and then he would throw them again. Toss, cross, catch, flick. Toss, cross, catch, flick. Again and again, until light red welts began to shine across white flesh, highlighted and amplified under the spotlight, and Roxy was arching her back with each fresh blow, looking much like she was caught between shrieking in pain and moaning in pleasure. 

Finally, the music ended. Darius stopped his juggling show, focusing instead on completing the demonstration with a flurry of hard strokes, working his way up and down his wife’s back, from the tops of her thighs to the top of the slit in her gown. The only sound that could be heard in the club was the soft stinging slap of thin leather strips against hot flesh. Diamond herself found it hard to breathe, as the strokes fell hard and fast. The scene was so intensely beautiful that she swore she could feel the bite of each lash of leather. Her own body felt warm and tingly, as if she were about to float away.

With a heavy sigh, she leaned back in her chair, completely spent, torn between wishing it had been her up on stage, and thanking her lucky stars that it wasn’t. A flogging didn’t seem to have the intense and swift pain of a hard spanking, more like a slow building sting that blossomed over time to a dull burn.

It had been the most erotic experience she had ever had, and she hadn’t even been the one experiencing it. Mentally adding being flogged to her spanking bucket list, Diamond slowly blinked, shaking herself from her dazed reverie as the lights came back on and Pax reappeared on stage. She drank in the sight of him, wholly aroused from her vicarious flogging experience, and groaned when he thanked everyone for coming, reminding the crowd that they had another demonstration, this one a suspension bondage course, coming up at midnight. That meant she had at least three hours left of working the floor, when all she currently wanted to do was tackle Pax to the ground and jump his bones until they were both unable to move. For her, it wouldn’t take much at this point.

Instead, she stood, slowly stretching, and willed her brain to wake, her eyes to focus and her feet to move. Any one of the three would be a vast improvement. She felt floaty and dead on her feet, and she hadn’t even done anything.

She was thankful when Crystal suddenly materialized next to her, smiling knowingly. “Intense huh?” she asked, taking Di by the elbow, and guiding her to the bar, bidding goodbye to the mistresses over her shoulder.

“You can say that again.”

“Every time I see Sir Darius, I swear to myself that the next day I’m going to go out and buy a flogger. So far, I still haven’t.” Crystal shrugged flippantly. “Not that it really matters. I’d still have to find a man willing to wield it.”

Nodding as if she understood, Diamond idly wondered if Pax had a flogger in his drawer of toys, and if he would ever get around to using it on her.

“Anyway…” Crystal clapped her on the back, as she turned. “Back to work,” she tossed out over her shoulder as she turned in the direction of the Tanners with a huge grin on her face.

Diamond glanced at the clock on the wall and sighed. Two hours and forty-seven minutes to go.

* * *

As soon as Diamond entered his suite at half past two in the morning, after a full shift, she stripped herself of her work clothes, leaving nothing but the symbolic collar, and knelt at his feet, in a pose of high protocol.

“Very good,” he murmured appreciatively. “You’re getting better at this.” She didn’t respond, as he hadn’t asked her a question, just another thing he had been training her on in this regard.

He took her chin in his hand, and pulled her face up gently, forcing her to meet his gaze.  “This is a very nice surprise, my love, but I didn’t ask for it, nor do I require it tonight. I simply wanted your body in bed with me. I want to wake up with you next to me as we have a very early trip to make. But, what about you, my pet, what prompted this impromptu display of submission to your dom tonight? Is there something you want or need? Do you have something to confess?”

She was free to speak now, as he had asked her direct questions, but she blushed shyly and looked down once more before responding. “The only thing I want or need, Sir, is your cock inside of me.”

“Oh, really? Is that so?” He reached down and cupped the womanly apex between her legs, stroking the folds with two fingers, pleasantly surprised to find that she was soaked with her own juices. “Mm, baby, you certainly are ready for me, aren’t you? What is it that has you so excited after a long day at work?”

“A long day at work,” she explained with a giggle. “It was scary and overwhelming, and I felt so out of my element at times, and I saw things I could never even have imagined that I would see in my lifetime, but it was so, so hot, and the flogging was…” Unable to finish, she trailed off with a shiver.

“You liked that, did you?” His fingers continued their relentless massage of her nether region, as he questioned her. It was fun to watch her pupils dilate as he worked her over, strumming her expertly as she struggled to concentrate on answering his many questions.

“Maybe a little.” She swallowed, before asking shyly, “Do you own a flogger, Sir?”

“Mm, I do, my pet, and someday, I will let you experience the thrill of the flogger, but tonight is not that day.  Tonight we have to try to sleep while we can, and a good flogging session when done right, can take quite some time.”

“Yes, sir, but I don’t think I can sleep yet. I want you too badly to sleep without feeling you inside me.”

“Yes, I had a feeling you would say that.” He released her, and pulled himself flat on his back across the mattress.  “Stand, sub,” he commanded sharply.

“You have been a very good girl tonight, and I am very pleased with you. Climb on top of me and ride my cock until you come.”

Her smile grew, and she all but jumped onto him, quickly impaling her sopping pussy onto his erect penis.

She rode him hard, with an impressive amount of gusto for anyone to have at three in the morning, and he set aside his precision like control to come quickly and wildly, so that they shared an orgasmic if not earth shattering release, before collapsing side by side in a hot, sweaty, satisfied heap.

The next day at lunchtime, Diamond sat perched on a barstool in her father’s kitchen, nibbling on a carrot stick with amusement as the rest of her family unashamedly fawned over her new boyfriend. When she had first introduced him, it had been to wide-eyes and radio silence, as Diamond had never brought a man home before, not even as a teenager. Her family had gawked at each other with questions looming unspoken on each of their faces as they tried to figure out where this tall, dark, mystery man had come from. Her sisters stole glances at each other as if to ask, “Did you know she was dating anyone?” and her father had frowned in consternation, as if trying to remember something he feared he had forgotten.

When she had briefly explained that he was her new boss, and that they were dating, the questions had flown rapid fire, but Pax had fielded each one carefully, in a way that won over her family without disclosing too many of her own secrets.

As her sisters both giggled, and fluttered their lashes over everything that came out of Pax’s mouth, her father disengaged himself from the gaggle, and seated himself on the barstool next to her.

“Pax seems nice, but why is this the first I’ve heard of you having a boyfriend, and a boyfriend who is currently your boss, nonetheless? Is that wise, princess?” her dad asked, attempting to soften the blow by employing his pet name for her. She was princess, Ruby was pumpkin, because of her red hair and freckles, and Emmy, the tomboy of the trio, was Scout.

Diamond smiled shyly, still watching Pax and her sisters out of the corner of her eye, and turned to her face her dad. “You know, I’m not sure it is wise, Daddy, but sometimes you just have to do what feels right and trust your gut, you know.”

Her dad nodded thoughtfully, with sad eyes, and she knew instinctively he was thinking of her mother. That was a rabbit hole she couldn’t fall down into right now, so she steered the conversation back to Pax. “I know Pax is unexpected. I didn’t want him to come with me, but he insisted. After last week’s media spectacle, he’s worried about overly enthusiastic paparazzi. I tried to tell him I was fine and he didn’t need to come, but Pax is very persuasive, and he takes safety very seriously. He’s a little bit of a worry-wart.”

“Well, if being a worry-wart means he’s taking good care of my little girl, there’s a lot worse things he could be I suppose.” Her dad sighed pensively, looking as if he had more to say, but wasn’t quite sure how to say it. “So, you said he owns this casino you’re working at now, Rojo?”

“Yup, and half of Aubergine as well. He owns that one with a friend.”

“I see. So, this isn’t as sudden as it seems then? You’ve known him for some time?”

“Several years. Not well, but well enough to know his character.” This, she thought to herself was mostly a lie, if you considered the fact that up until last week her opinion of his character was that he was some sort of narcissistic pimp. But the small fudge of the truth was enough to appease her equally overly protective father.

“And, these casinos, they do well?” There it was. This was why she never brought anyone home. Understandably, her father’s first worry, and her mother’s too when she had been alive was that her daughters would be taken advantage of by men seeking a fast track to fame and fortune. Truth be told, several of the men in her past had been doing exactly that, but it had never felt serious with them anyway. With Pax it was different, and that’s what she told her Dad.

“Well, I haven’t seen the annual reports or anything, but my belief is that the casinos do very well, and I’m going to guess based on the rigid precision with which Paxton attacks everything in his life, he handles his businesses the same way, in which case, they are probably thriving.”

“Hmmm.” Her father’s thoughtful hum was telling, and Diamond rolled her eyes, knowing that the first chance he got he would be doing his own research, just to make sure that things with her new beau were exactly as they seemed. She wasn’t worried that any big secrets about the casino’s financials would be unveiled, because she truly believed there weren’t any. But with just a few quick taps of his fingers, her father could find out the truth about the nightclub at Rojo, and exactly what her job entailed.

It would be better to tell him now, because she could see from his expression that he would find out on his own the first chance he got.

“Daddy?” she led in nervously, knowing full well that the fact that she called him Daddy was a tell in and of itself. “There’s something I should tell you about Rojo.”

“Oh, is there?” His guard instantly went up.

Diamond twirled around in her barstool, turning away from Pax and her sisters to add some illusion of privacy to their conversation.  She felt the flames of embarrassment lapping up her face already, and silently cursed her fair complexion.

Her father took her cue, and also turned in his stool so that they were facing the kitchen rather than the breakfast nook.

“What’s up, princess?”

“Well, first I want you to know, that I am safe, and happy, and well taken care of, and that I am not doing anything that I do not want to do. This is my life, and I’m making my own decisions.”

“As well you should. And might I add, as you always have.” Her father chuckled, looking only slightly apprehensive. “Princess, I support you spreading your wings, and finding yourself outside of your mother’s shadow. You know that. I do worry a little, because that’s who I am, and as your father, it’s in my job description, but whatever it is that has you looking so nervous, I’m sure it’s not all that bad, and even if it is, I will try to accept it, as long as it makes you happy.”

She hesitated, jerking back with a start, when a hand came to rest on her shoulder. She hadn’t seen Pax come up behind her, and she wondered how much he had heard. She didn’t have to wonder for long.

“Sir,” Pax began, addressing her father, to her abject horror. “I think what Diamond is concerned about, is that when you research the business that I own, which I am sure you will, as I can tell you are a father who cares deeply about his daughter’s wellbeing, you will find that Rojo, the casino I own, is home to a very renowned BDSM club of the same name, and that that is where Diamond works.”

Her father’s shock was visible in the lines of his face as he regarded Pax seriously. “I see,” he mused, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. “And you’ve taken measures to procure her safety and anonymity, I take it? Normally, I would worry that you were using her status as a pull, and exploiting her in order to bring in more business, but I can tell just in this short visit we have had that is not what you are about. Then I consider the fact that I spoke to my daughter only a week ago, and now she comes home with a new job, a new boyfriend, and she’s working in a BDSM club? What exactly is she doing there?” Her father stopped short, holding his hand up in front of him to halt Pax or her from responding. “Wait don’t answer that. I don’t need to know. But what I do want to know, if you’ll tell me, is how exactly this happened so quickly. Why don’t you start at the beginning?”

* * *

Pax thoughtfully surveyed the small guesthouse that was his digs for the next few days. When the interrogation had ended, her father had clapped him on the back, declared him a good man, and instructed Emmy, not Diamond, to show him to the guest house. The reaction seemed contradictory, so now Pax stood in the middle of a small one-bedroom apartment that was decorated in all pink, wiping his brow and praying that Diamond would join him soon. He felt a little like he had been sent to exile, with no further instruction, or idea of what he was to do next.

He paced around the room, looking for something to do to distract him. There was no TV in the house, and the magazines on the coffee table were all at least five years old, not to mention the fact that they were primarily gossip rags and fashion magazines. Nary a Sports Illustrated or Maxim in sight. Sitting down on the prissiest pink chaise he had ever laid eyes on, he buried his head in his hands and sighed. The pink wasn’t helping his anxiety.

When the door slammed shut behind him, he jolted, jumping up on instinct.

Diamond’s eyes were saucers as she walked towards him seductively. “He likes you,” she purred happily. “I had my doubts there for a while, but he really likes you.” She reached him then, throwing her arms up in the air to hug him, and Pax had to stoop down so that she could. Squealing happily, she threw her arms around his neck, and he lifted her off the ground hugging her tightly.

“Are you sure he likes me? Why did he stick me out here in this cotton candy monstrosity?”

“It was my mother’s safe place. He wouldn’t put you out here at all if he didn’t trust you. Nobody besides the maids have been out here in years.”

“Oh.” Pax wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. It was a little morbid for his tastes, but he appreciated the gesture of trust. “I figured he didn’t want me anywhere near you at night, so it wouldn’t be easy for us to sneak into each other’s rooms.”

She giggled, as he set her down on her feet. “Oh, that might have been part of it, I’m sure. But, if you think about it,” she boasted shyly,” we have a lot more privacy this way.”

Pax shook his head slowly from side to side. “Oh, you are a naughty girl, aren’t you? Insatiable too, I’m still not recovered from last night. I don’t need more sex, I need a fucking nap.”

As he had expected, Diamond immediately fashioned her features into an exaggerated pout. “I don’t wanna nap. I want to play.” Her hand covered the bulge in his trousers, and she giggled. “You want to play too.”

Pax removed her hand, grabbing her by the wrist and pinning it behind her back, turning her so that her back was now to his chest. “That’s quite enough. What did I tell you about touching me without my permission?”

Diamond sighed heavily. “That hugs and kisses were fine, but sex was your jurisdiction, and that sexual pleasure is yours to give and withhold.”

Still holding her arm behind her, he held it tighter, and farther up, forcing her to bend at the waist to relieve pressure. He had her right where he wanted her, but at the moment there was nothing he could do about it. The guest house had huge bay windows, and the window coverings Elizabeth had chosen were so thin they would be ineffective at providing any semblance of privacy. Still holding onto her by the arm, he backed up, pulling them both into the small bathroom, using his foot to close the door behind them. There were no windows, and the bathroom wasn’t nearly as small as he had assumed.  Diamond was still bent at the waist, and he took the opportunity to pop her on the buttocks several times. “You need to remember your place,” he scolded, punctuating each word with a hard swat to her denim clad cheeks. “And, I am going to help you with that.”

With that settled, he let go of her arm. “Stay in position.” Reaching around her, with both hands, he found the button of her shorts, and released it, deftly sliding the shorts down to her ankles, and her panties with them.

She whimpered, softly, a guttural groan in the back of her throat. She knew that whatever came next would not be good, but she stayed in position.

“Put your feet apart, and grab your ankles.”

Pax stood back, watching as she followed his instructions, bringing her bits into full view. She had been waxed last week, and the results were something he would never tire of seeing.

She peered at him, glaring up from the space between her legs. Her expression seemed to challenge him. “What now?” she seemed to be saying.

“Patience, my little sub,” he purred, moving closer to her, so that she was back within arm’s reach, watching her face soften at his expression. Calling a sub by the term “sub” always seemed to hit that button, and he enjoyed watching them melt right before he claimed them.

He slapped her ass, watching with satisfaction as the skin bounced and reddened under the impact of his hand.

“Who’s in charge here, little sub?” he growled, nearly panting through his controlled arousal. He would play with her, and teach her a lesson, but there would be no sexual release for either of them. They were at her father’s house for God’s sake.

“You are, sir,” she squealed, as he pressed against her tightly puckered opening. Her face was flushed and she was biting her lip, as she tried to give up control, fighting her instinct to move away from his prodding fingers. He smiled to himself, recognizing the signs. She had never been touched here before.

“My little sub seems to be an anal virgin,” he teased, growing hard himself as he pushed his index finger past her tight virgin barrier. 

“Yes, sir!” she squeaked out. “And I was hoping to keep it that way!”

Shaking his head, he chuckled deeply at her hesitancy. “That’s not going to happen, pet. I own all of you, and I will punish all of you. There is no quicker way to remind a naughty sub of her place than by claiming her naughty bottom hole.”

He pumped his finger in and out slowly, watching as she struggled to hold position against this new violation. She was uncomfortable, sure, and sorry for her misstep, which was kind of the point, but her glistening pussy told the story the rest of her would never tell. She was horny as fuck. She didn’t want to be turned on with a finger in her ass—they never did, but she was.

“Naughty subs get their bottoms punished often, pet. Anal punishments are a powerful tool in my arsenal, as you will soon learn. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, and will train your naughty little hole to take more and more each time, and someday, you will take my cock here, and you will scream as I fuck your naughty little ass. It will happen, my pet. There’s no avoiding it. That day will come.”