Prologue
Jewel - Sixteen Years Old
“This is what’s wrong with our world.” My father drones on, taking his newspaper and tossing it into the trash can.
“What is what, honey?” my mother, my father's never-ending cheerleader, calls out after him.
When my dad is furious, his face reddens and sweat begins to pebble at the top of his forehead. “They’re revering a man whose business is the whole reason our world is so corrupted.”
This piques my interest because although I’ve been raised in the church, my dreams for my future are so very different from my father’s, who happens to be a preacher. He leaves the room, and I make a beeline for the discarded newspaper. Seeing the picture of the man my father must be speaking about takes my breath away. Sure, he’s older than I am, but it’s not something I concern myself with. Reaching for the scissors, I cut out his picture and the small article highlighting his business. A rapid pounding begins in my heart as I stare at his beautiful features.
Running upstairs, I position my laptop on my desk so if my father were to walk in, he can’t see what has my attention. I plug in the name The Dungeon Elite of Seattle, and so many pictures pop onto the screen. Mary Mother of Holy goodness! The images in front of me, along with the image of the man and the awareness of my sexuality, cause my heartbeat to accelerate. I’ve never had something turn me on like this before. This causes my body to become wet between the apex of my legs, and never having felt this sensation, I push my fingers past the elastic waistband of my panties. I realize there’s so much more to my sexuality, and my enjoyment, along with the filthy thoughts I have of this man, makes me search more into the world of BDSM.
Three years later
I’ve never seen anything like this before firsthand as I lean farther from my chair to get more of a look into the main club. I see him, the same man I’ve masturbated to for the past three years since I’ve learned of this lifestyle. This is the kink I choose, even if it goes against everything I’ve been raised to believe.
His gaze rakes over my blond locks, and I keep my eyes downturned as I’ve learned throughout the past year. This club, his club, gives sanctuary to new submissives looking for a Dom willing to collar and train them. And I know who I’ll choose if ever given a chance.
An older woman leans over to me. “Oh, honey, you’re barking up the wrong tree. That perfect specimen of a man may play on occasion with uncollared subs, but he never does it more than one time. And he’s picky AF.”
My heart falls. This is my first time here since I completed my online training the club requires of us. I guess with Maddox Sobota, there’s always a small chance, and I’ll take it, anything with him.
I instantly sense eyes on me, and my gaze connects with his. Again, I look away as a sub is trained to do, but with the small glimpse I’ve been given of him, I notice a tic in his jaw. In my peripheral, I watch him stalk over the threshold leading to the submissive lounge.
In a split second, he sits down, leaning into me, and I instantly avert my eyes down. I’ve done all my homework, but immediately, wetness overtakes me as it did the first day my eyes fell on his picture.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. You can look at me.” The instant he says these words, my emerald green eyes meet his topaz blues. I’m mesmerized, and he puts me in a trance. I’ve never reacted like this.
“I’m Maddox, the club manager and part owner.” I know this, but I don’t answer, as I hope I’ll be the sub he wants.
“Yes, Sir,” I reply, looking away from him. His hand tips my head to his own.
“Please look at me, beautiful?” he asks, but we both know it’s a command and a test.
“Yes, Sir.” My eyes don’t depart from his gaze.
“Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. Good girl.” This compliment makes my lips turn into a broad smile. “Can I get your name, beautiful?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m Jewel, Jewel Atkins.”
“What a perfect name because you are a precious gem.” His compliment makes me blush. “I hear this is your first night in the club. Are you looking to be matched up with a Dom or just here for an experience?”
The other sub has warned me, but I’ll take one night if that’s all I can have. I could use a lesson, even if it’s a one-time deal. And any time with him is something I won’t forget, even if he’s my first in so many ways but I still have to be prudent. “I’m not sure, Sir. What are you willing to offer?” I ask the beautiful man in front of me.
“I’d like you for the night. Are you up for it?” He rakes his hand through his jet black hair, a stark contrast to his bright blue eyes. Is he nervous? I sense a little bit until his confidence appears, and an arrogant smile graces his face. “I can give you a couple of things, my precious gem.” He doesn’t touch me, but he leans in close to me so his lips are near my ear. “I can offer you a night you won’t forget. I’ll push you, I’ll challenge you, and at the end, if you’re a good girl, I’ll give you so many orgasms that they are sure to rock your body.”
My skin pebbles with goose bumps. I want to touch his lips, but more, I want his lips to touch my lips, my nipples, and pretty much every part of my body.
“Yes, Sir, I’d like to be yours tonight.”
Pulling out a key, he moves over toward a closet and produces a collar for me. “Okay, my precious gem, I'll put this on you for the night, and you’re mine and only mine. But it’s for one night only. Do you understand me?”
I direct my eyes down. “Sir, yes, Sir.”
“My precious gem, you’re beautiful, but, fuck, more so, you’re irresistible as a submissive.”
He places the collar around my neck and guides me out of my chair. “Let me stop by and tell the dungeon master.” His hand is on the small of my back, and his protective nature makes the apex between my legs ache with desire just as it had the first time I saw his image.
The dungeon master has a clipboard in his hands, all business as he begins. “Ms. Atkins, I need your signature here.” It’s a release form; something I understood I’d have to sign to excuse the club of all liability. “What’s your safe word?” he asks, and without thinking, I blurt out the first word that comes to mind.
“Church,” I reply. I watch the unfazed dungeon master write it down, and my master for the night lets out the loudest deep chuckle.
“Well, this is one I’ve never used before, my sweet gem.” His arm brings me into his massive body, guiding me back to the private rooms on the main level. “Oh, and before we begin, I must have access to this neck. It’s too delicious not to stare at.” And as if he already knew what he’d ask of me, he hands me a hair tie. “Be sure to pull your hair back, precious.” I may not know what tonight will bring, but I’m ready for it, and I’m prepared to give it all to him.
His hands and his commanding nature are all I’ve wanted with this first journey of mine in this life. He has just flogged me, I’ve been caned, and he’s made me come from his tongue alone. With one finger, he unbuttons his pants and pulls everything down, his angry and eager cock on display. I’m a little lightheaded but impatient with fervent desire.