Intrigue at Haven's Crossing (5 page)

“Okay,” she replied, biting her lower lip.

“First of all, you need to practice how to kneel in front of me.”

“Kneel?” she asked, not too happy with the idea.

“I won’t have you kneel often, but when I tell you to kneel, this is how you damn well better do it. I want you to sit back on your heels with your knees on the floor.”

Myka slowly got down in position, making sure he could see by the look on her face, she was not pleased.

“Good. Now spread your knees apart and put the palms of your hands on each thigh. Next, you will look down. You do not look at me unless I give you permission, and you do not speak unless spoken to.”

“I. Do
Not
. Like this—
Sir.
” She made sure she said sir with as much sarcasm as she could possibly manage.

“You don’t have to like it, sweetheart. I told you that I won’t make you do it often, but when I tell you to kneel—you will. Now, get up and sit in the chair so we can go over the rules.” Myka got up and started to pull her skirt down, when Blake stopped her. “Are you wearing panties?” he asked, looking underneath.

“Of course I’m wearing panties, what would you like me to wear?”

“When we’re at the club, you don’t wear anything.”

“Okay, Blake—those are stupid fucking rules! I’m not taking my panties off because this skirt is too short and somebody might see!”

Blake moved his face an inch from hers. “
You
can take them off, or
I
will take them off, but they
will
be coming off.” His eyes didn’t move from hers. She took a deep breath, looked away, and then began to remove her lacey black thong. Once it was off, she angrily threw it at him, which she immediately regretted.

He pulled her over to his chair, raised her skirt, and put her over his knees. He then gave her five firm swats on her bare bottom. “Owww!” she said after each one, getting louder and louder. She felt tears welling up in her eyes but was thankful she didn’t cry.

He pulled her up and looked her in the face again. “Do
not
throw things at me,” he said firmly. “Now, get in position.” She knew he was doing it to make a point, but she was more angry at herself for complying without any objections. He made her stay in position for a good five minutes before speaking to her again. “Are you ready to hear the rest of the rules?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now let’s try this again.”

Once she was back up in the chair, he looked at her with what appeared to be concern in his eyes. “Myka, please don’t make me do that again tonight because if you do, it will be much worse than what you just got.”

His tone of voice and the way he looked at her touched her heart. She understood where he was coming from. He was the owner and a Master at Intrigue. He would have to make an example out of her if she broke any rules or didn’t comply. Myka decided that for tonight, she would do her best to be respectful, follow all the rules, and to not embarrass or provoke him in front of anyone. She nodded her head at Blake, letting him know that she understood exactly what he was telling her.

He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a black leather collar with studded rhinestones. “You will wear this anytime you’re at the club. Do not take it off. Now, for the rules—you do not speak to anyone unless you are spoken to. If a Master approaches you do not look them in the eyes unless they give you permission. They will not touch you or ask you to play because you are mine, and I will not give them permission to do so. When we are observing a scene, that is all you do. You do not interrupt them or talk to them. You will only go where I tell you to go, but most of the time you will be by my side. Are we clear on the rules?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good. Now let’s put your collar on so we can go.” Blake put the collar around her neck, making sure it wasn’t too tight. “I know I’ve given you a lot of information to absorb and think about, Myka, but I do want you to try and relax and enjoy yourself.” He took Myka by the hand and led her out to the truck. He watched with a smile as she tried to get in without raising her skirt up any further than it already was. When she was unsuccessful, he stepped forward, picked her up, and gently placed her in the seat.

After he began to drive, he placed his hand on her knee, moving his thumb back and forth. She could see he was more relaxed now. This was her Blake. She wasn’t sure if she was going to like Master Blake or not, but she sure hoped so.

As they drove into the crowded parking lot, Blake pulled into his reserved space and got out. He turned to help Myka out, setting her firmly on the ground. He then tapped her on the nose with his finger and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You’re mine, little one.”

They entered into the side door as they had done earlier in the day. When Blake opened his office door, leading out into the lobby and bar area, Myka could not believe how many people were there. She immediately felt at ease and no longer self-conscious. She saw people with clothing and without. All shapes and sizes. Blake continued to hold her hand as they walked, and he took her over to the bar so she could be introduced to the bartender. “Myka, this is Master Kip. Master Kip, this is my precious sub, Myka. She needs a Diet Coke and rum, please.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Myka. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight,” Master Kip replied.

Myka looked at Blake before she spoke and, after he gave her a nod, said, “Thank you, Sir.”

As they walked away from the bar, Blake whispered in her ear “That was beautiful, little one. I’m very proud of you. Master Kip is a good man, and I wanted you to meet him so you would be familiar with him. If for whatever reason I may not be around, you go to him and he will take care of you.”

She nodded her head as they walked through the double doors. All the rooms that were quiet and dark earlier were now lit brightly, with people doing scenes in each one. The smell of leather and sex filled the air. Music played over the sound system in the background. Blake put his arm possessively around her waist as they made their rounds.

Several people came up to talk to Blake, so she silently watched what was going on around her as he took care of business and mingled with guests. She noticed that he made sure all his staff were aware of who she was. She wasn’t sure what he told them exactly, but every time he would talk to someone, they’d both look back at her, and then the staff would nod.

They continued to walk, and as they passed by the
X
-cross room, Myka saw there was a man strapped to the cross, and he was moaning as his Mistress used the bridle crop on his naked body. In the next room, a woman who was restrained over a bench was being fucked by one man, while sucking the cock of another. The man fucking her was slapping her ass, and she was groaning like she wanted more. Myka had never seen so much sex at once. She felt her pussy twitch when she saw a sub over her Dom’s lap getting spanked by a paddle on her bare bottom.

She was surprised when Blake immediately looked down at her and raised his brow. It was like he had a damn pussy monitor on her and could tell anytime she was even just slightly aroused. She looked away as she blushed, but not before seeing that knowing look in his eyes and the slight grin forming on his lips.

Myka continued to look as they walked around. She saw a man licking his Mistress’s boots clean, and he seemed to be enjoying himself in the process. Then a woman walked by dressed like a little girl, holding her “Daddy’s” hand. There was such a diversity that it was hard to take in and process all at once.

When Blake had told her she was coming to the club that night, she hadn’t realized he’d be working. She wasn’t quite sure why she didn’t think about it, considering he was the owner and ran the place. She could see he took his job seriously and that everyone respected him. Most everyone had a smile for him as he walked by.
That’s good, I guess.

The next room they went to was the doctor’s office. Myka’s pussy twitched again when she heard the “doctor” tell his patient he was going to probe her ass with his special instrument. She could see the man’s cock erect under his white coat, and she knew the woman was in for a big surprise. Myka jumped when Blake put his arm around her from behind and kissed the side of her neck. “And what do we have here?” he asked seductively. “I can see how hard your nipples are, little one. Now, why don’t you spread your legs for me, so I can check your pussy.”

“No! I mean—Master, no please!”

“Now, Myka, or I’ll make you do it in front of everyone.” She spread her legs as far as her tight skirt would allow. “Let me help you,” he said, pulling her skirt up so she was now completely exposed. “Wider.”

“Oh, God,” she whimpered as she leaned back against him, closed her eyes, and spread her legs further apart. She felt his finger slide effortlessly into her wet hole, telling him everything he already knew.

He then took his finger out and sucked the juices off with his mouth. “Very nice,” he said, grinning. He then pulled her skirt down and patted her bottom. “You’re doing well, Myka. I am very pleased.” She relaxed at his words. She wanted him to be proud of her and pleased with her behavior.

A staff dressed in red came up and whispered in Blake’s ear. Blake looked down at Myka and had a serious look on his face. “I’ve got to go take care of something, sweetheart. Do you think you’ll be okay if I leave you alone for just a few minutes?” She nodded her head, and he continued. “I want you to sit right over here and finish your drink. Don’t leave this spot, do you hear me?”

She nodded again. When he continued to stare at her, she added “Yes, Master.” She then watched him hurry off in the other direction. She immediately felt alone and nervous without him by her side. She was sitting by those big, foreboding, red doors that led to the dungeon, so that didn’t help matters any. Myka just tried to sit quietly and watch without being seen. Two different men started to approach her, but continued on when they saw Blake’s collar. A naked woman with clamps on her nipples and a collar was crawling on the floor like a dog. She was being led by her Master with a leash.
How humiliating.
She then became mesmerized by a scene where the man was pouring hot wax on the woman’s naked breasts.
Damn, that’s gotta hurt.

She jumped when the big red doors opened, and she saw briefly inside. She saw a woman who was chained up and being beaten by a man with a whip. He was calling her degrading names, and Myka thought how cruel and horrid he looked.
There is no way in hell, Blake Lawson.
Once the doors shut, she tried to think about something else, but all her mind kept going to was that poor woman. Blake’s words chimed in as well.
These are consenting adults, and as long as no one is using their safe word we are respectful of that.
Blah, blah, freaking blah.

The doors were opened again as someone entered, but this time they didn’t close completely. She saw the woman still getting the shit beat out of her, and Myka looked down, trying not to cry. When she heard “Red,” her heart almost stopped. He was still hitting her.
I did hear “Red” I think. What should I do?
There was so much talking and noise around her, she wasn’t absolutely sure. Blake had told her not to interrupt a scene
. Oh, God, what am I supposed to do?
Just as Myka was trying to talk herself into believing she really didn’t hear it, she heard it again, but this time only faintly. She was sure this time.
Where are all the fucking monitors? Blake said people would come.
She had seen several staff head in the same direction as Blake did earlier.
God, please don’t let me be wrong.
Myka got up and looked through the red doors. She could see the woman wasn’t doing well. She immediately yanked the doors wide open and started screaming as loudly as she could, “Red! She said ‘Red’—somebody help her!”

Before the words were barely out of her mouth, she saw men running from every direction, but not before the man in the dungeon threw the whip down and went up to Myka. “You fucking little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are interfering in my scene?” He raised his hand to slap her, but not before she saw an arm come forward to stop him.
Blake.

“If you ever touch her, it’ll be the last time you touch anybody.” Blake’s grip was so strong that he forced the man down to his knees in front of Myka. “Apologize.”

“I–I’m sorry, but she interrupted my scene! You need to handle her a little better!”

“And you need to stop talking.” Blake motioned for two very large men to come over. “Get him out of here. Wait for me at the front.”

Two other staff were helping the woman, who looked really tired and maybe in shock. “Callie, honey, did you use your safe word?” Blake asked gently.

“Y–Yes,” she whispered.

Blake told the two staff to take Callie and Myka into his office and to get Callie a blanket and water. Myka watched Blake going to the front as she was being escorted to his office. Before they entered the office, she saw Blake talking to the staff and then heard him tell the man he was banned from the club and would be blackballed at any others. Myka shuddered when she thought of how cruel that man was.

In the office, she sat down in one of the chairs, not saying a word. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes and knew they’d be coming soon. She looked at the woman Blake had called “Callie” as she shook under her blanket. As soon as Blake walked in, he went over to Callie to see how she was doing. He then picked her up and sat her in his lap. Myka looked down, knowing the woman needed comfort, but angry that it was Blake doing the comforting. When one of his staff came back with some water, Blake told him to go find Master Kip.