“I have no doubt you will, pet.”
She smiled as they pulled into the parking lot of Club Domain but then remembered she had a punishment coming. She wished she knew what Sir was going to do to make sure she allocated her time more efficiently in the future. Tiffany was certain whatever her punishment was going to be, she’d remember to set her alarm for the next time she had to be somewhere at a specific time. Had her pending punishment screwed up the plans Sir had made for tonight’s scene? She hoped not.
When Sir parked in the club’s lot, Tiffany waited for him to get out and come around to open her door. She relished how his gentlemanly ways made her feel—like a lady, cherished and adored by a man who was in love with her. Unfortunately, that last part was a farce. Yes, Sir was a good Dom. He did everything right, in her opinion, the way her relationship should’ve been with Bruce. But Tiffany had to remember that Sir treated all submissives that way. In fact, he treated all women with the same respect. She’d bet, even while working as a police officer, dealing with criminals and deadbeats, Sir probably had tried his best to give respect to any woman he’d come in contact with, whether they deserved it or not.
Before closing the truck’s passenger door, Sir retrieved his play bag from behind the seat. It was a black duffel he kept well stocked with assorted toys and items needed for scenes. When they walked into the lobby of the club, it was to find there were a few people in various states of dress, milling about. Sir assisted Tiffany in removing her jacket, then handed it to the submissive working in the coat check room, which was right next to a hotel-style front desk. There were men’s and women’s lounges located in the club, if one wanted to put their things under lock and key, but Sir rarely brought more than just a coat, and as a result, neither did Tiffany.
Like The Covenant, when you were in the lobby, you couldn’t see the main club. The closed double wooden doors, flanked by two burly security guards, served as an extra layer of privacy and protection for the club’s members. As Sir and Tiffany approached, one of the guards greeted Sir before giving her a welcoming smile and then opening a door for them to enter.
The sights, smells, and sounds of the interior club assaulted Tiffany’s senses. Walking into Club Domain was like walking into a Victorian castle that had fallen into the twenty-first century. The walls were made of stone, and dark wood was used for moldings, pillars, seating areas, and the bar. Wrought iron sconces and chandeliers provided soft and sensual lighting. The color scheme for the furnishings was mostly hunter green and gold.
The aromas of leather, citrus, and sex filled the air. All around, there were D/s scenes taking place, while members either participated or observed. Cries, sobs, cracks of whips, the clap of leather or hands hitting flesh, and shouts of ecstasy were heard over the muted murmur of conversation and hard rock music coming from the sound system.
While Tiffany silently trailed one step behind and to his right, Sir made his way around the club, greeting several members and stopping to talk to a few. When Master Noah approached, holding a leash attached to a blonde female submissive named Lola who was crawling behind him, Sir shook his extended hand. Master Noah was Club Domain’s owner and head Dom and reminded Tiffany of Billy Dee Williams, the actor who played Lando Calrissian in the Star Wars movies. His voice was deep and rumbled through those surrounding him. “Master Cordell, it’s nice to see you this evening—your submissive as well. I understand you two will be leaving us soon.”
Sir gently placed his hand on the nape of Tiffany’s neck, with her leather collar between them, and pulled her to his side. “Yes, we will. But if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to just put our memberships on hold—in case things don’t work out in Florida.”
“Of course, you’ll both always be welcome here.” From what Tiffany had heard from some other subs, Master Noah gave reduced membership rates to respected Doms who were past and present members of law enforcement and the military. Having them in the club was another way of keeping the members safe if anything went wrong and all hell broke loose. Not that it’d ever happened in Club Domain, but, nowadays, one could never be certain they were truly safe, even with every precaution taken. “But are you expecting things to not work out?”
“Not at all,” Sir replied. “Just being my usual, cautious self.”
“One of the things I’ve always liked about you.” A security guard stepped up to Master Noah’s side and whispered in his ear. The head Dom nodded and then addressed Sir. “If you’ll excuse me, there’s something I need to attend to. Please join me for a drink later if you can, both you and your submissive.”
“It’ll be our pleasure.”
Master Noah glanced down at his current sub. “Stand, little whore.” Some women liked public humiliation and being called names like whore or slut. Lola was one of them. Tiffany, on the other hand, hated it. Bruce had used both vile names whenever he’d been pissed at her for something—which had been more often than not toward the end of their relationship.
As Master Noah walked away, leading his leashed sub across the club floor, Sir glanced at the black watch he always wore on his wrist. “It’s time for us to head to our playroom. Come, pet.”
Cordell led Tiffany to the playroom he’d reserved for their scene. While they still had the no-sex contract in place, that didn’t mean he couldn’t take things further than they’d ever gone before. He knew his submissive’s limit list backward and forward, inside and out, but he’d stared at it for about a half hour that morning, deciding which limits of hers he’d push during tonight’s scene.
Locating the correct room, he checked the schedule posted on a tablet attached to the wall at the left of the door. It indicated whoever had used the room earlier had left and everything had been diligently cleaned by the submissives who worked for the club. Cordell picked up the attached stylus and scribbled his signature and member number next to his name on the digital list. He liked the system and made a mental note to tell Mitch and Ty to consider using it at the resort. That way, a Dom didn’t have to worry about someone walking in and interrupting a scene or that some bodily fluids had been left behind by the previous occupants. It occurred to Cordell that he’d been mentally keeping a checklist, since they’d first walked through the front door, of things he liked about Club Domain that he’d wanted to see implemented at the resort. He was also tracking things he’d like to do differently, since he now had a say in how Master Key Resort would be run.
Opening the door to the playroom, he gestured for Tiffany to enter, then followed her in, shutting out the rest of the club. He turned a dial on the room’s sound system, and the noise level dropped dramatically. “Let’s get your punishment over with first, pet.” He took her hand and led her to a leather couch on the opposite side of the room.
Usually, Cordell would put the sub on a spanking bench to dole out a punishment, but he wanted to try to start building a closer rapport with her. He still hadn’t told her he planned to have her stay in his cottage, and in his bed, when they reached Florida. They would be driving his truck, with an attached U-Haul, across the country, and Cordell wanted to spend some of that time renegotiating their contract. A friend of his from the police department was going to drive Tiffany’s car down for them the following week and then fly home on Cordell’s dime. A few days earlier, before it had fully formed, Cordell had immediately nixed the idea of having her follow him in her vehicle for a couple of reasons. One, it was a really long trip for her to drive solo, and, two, he wanted her next to him, with no chance to escape the conversation he was going to have with her, unless she said her safeword.