“To the Twisted Thorn, the BDSM club he belongs to.”
“A BDSM club?” she repeated. Nerves fluttered in her stomach.
“You don’t have to go. But he would have put his phone on silent and left it in his locker if he’s there.”
What was he doing at this club? Would he be…
“Is he playing with other subs?” Her voice was louder than she’d intended.
Issy looked surprised then he smirked. “Ooh, jealous, baby?”
“No.” She blushed. Yes. She watched him closely to judge his reaction. But he didn’t seem perturbed by her possible jealousy.
“I very much doubt it.”
“Find out,” she said.
Issy grinned. “All right. Let me make a call.” He grabbed his phone.
Shit. What was she doing? She knew nothing about going to a club. What did she wear? Would she have to participate?
But under the panic was a tendril of excitement. Think of all the research she could do.
“Is Gray there?” She heard Issy ask into the phone. Then he swore. “Shit. Is he? All right, is Hunter there? Yeah, I want to speak to him. Put him on. When isn’t he in a bad mood?”
She turned, pulled out of her musings at the note of impatience in Issy’s voice. “Yeah, Hunter? It’s Isaac Miller. Yeah, I’m in Dallas. I didn’t run away with my tail between my legs,” Issy growled.
She raised her eyebrows at his angry tone.
“Listen, Hunter. I need a favor.” He pinched the top of his nose. “Is Archer at the club tonight? Right. Yes. I know you’re not his PA. Christ. We’re here to surprise him. Yes, we.” He looked over at her and rolled his eyes. “We need access to the Twisted Thorn for the night. Two of us. She’s my sub. Her name is Caley. I don’t think it’s any of your business. Will you give us access? She won’t be playing with anyone but me. Fine, we’ll sign an agreement at the front desk. Yes, she has a safeword, I’m not a fucking tourist. Shit. All right. Yeah, I owe you one.”
Issy ended the call with a sigh.
“Who was that?”
“Hunter Black, one of the owners of the Twisted Thorn, I was hoping to speak to Gray, one of the other owners. He’s far more reasonable. Hunter is going to leave passes for us at the front desk. We just have to sign some documents about liability and an NDA as well as fill in some info on your
limits and health. Paperwork alone will probably take a damn hour. He’s such an ass and now I owe him a favor. God knows what he’ll want.”
This Hunter didn’t sound like someone to mess with.
Issy turned his gaze on her. “Let’s see if we have something to dress you in.”
* * *
Issy hadn’t been wrong, the paperwork had taken a while to work through, but he’d helped her. Just as well since her nerves meant she could hardly operate a pen.
Caley felt decidedly underdressed as they entered the club. Or maybe that should be overdressed since most of the people in the club seemed to be wearing next to nothing at all. They walked through the bar area first and it hadn’t seemed all that different from ordinary bars.
Once they entered the dungeon, it was another story. There was a bar in here as well. And a few Doms and Dommes stood around it. Most dressed in tight black fetish wear. Issy was dressed in a black shirt and jeans. Many of the men here didn’t bother with shirts.
But it was the submissves that made her feel out of place. One submissive walked by, being led by a leash. She wore what seemed to be a simple, tight black dress but there were cut-outs for her breasts to fit through and her nipples were clamped with a chain going from one to the other.
She gulped.
Issy had dressed her in what was actually a nightie. It was a pretty nightie. Made of satin, it had lace at the bottom and along the top. She’d objected when he’d pulled it from her luggage, but he’d insisted. And she hadn’t been allowed a bra or panties. The nightie stopped at mid-thigh, so she was going to have to be careful not to bend over.
At least he’d let her wear a long jacket on the ride over in the taxi.