ChapterFour
Ruby
Entering the club a few minutes later, I shed my coat and hand it in at the coat check along with my handbag. I feel myself relax instantly now that I’m here. My needs are about to be met and that’s all I can focus on right now.
“Ruby,” Giselle, the club owner says, coming over to me.
“Hey,” I say, “How’s things?”
“Good,” she says. “How’s your dad?”
I smile. “He’s fine. Still wants to buy you out,” I joke. Lachlan has owned New York’s hottest sex club for years. I think my parents are into the lifestyle, but I’ve never seen it and neither has my sister, Scarlet. It’s definitely not something I will ever bring up so unless they mention it, I will happily remain clueless as to the answer to this.
“Ha,” she says. “He wishes. So, what can I do for you today?” she adds, getting down to business.
“DD/LG,” I murmur, curling my hair behind my ear. I need that extra care after I’ve been punished. I’m craving it. It’s eating at me. “Is he here?”
She nods, a slight smile on her face. “He has been waiting for you.”
I breathe out in relief and follow her as she heads deeper into the dark club. I ignore all the other activities going on around me. I’m hyper focused on where I need to be, to the point where I want to shove Giselle out of the way to get there quicker. Not only is it super rude, but part of the running of this club is that she hand delivers all her clients and picks them up when they’re done.
When we reach door number six, I inhale as she knocks once and opens it. She steps back to let me pass and I enter the room filled with a deep red glow. I kick my shoes off straight away, feeling the plush black carpet under my feet. Giselle closes the door, leaving me alone with him. I have no idea who he is in real life, and I don’t want to. All I know is that I need him in this part of my life. He gives me exactly what I want. He is standing with his back facing me, staring down at the equipment laid out on the sideboard that runs along the back of the room. There is a huge bed in the corner and chains attached to the walls. I look up at the large hook that dangles from the ceiling, and I exhale slowly. I reach around and unzip my dress, slipping it off my shoulder to drop on the floor. I slowly remove my bra and thong and then I turn to him, head lowered.
“Daddy,” I purr quietly.
“Princess. Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for you.” His soft Irish accent sends a tingle over my skin. I want to hear more of his voice. I want him to talk harshly to me before he croons lovingly.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur. “I was held up.”
He turns around, his face covered with a Phantom of the Opera type mask. I breathe steadily as he walks over to me, his bare feet in sharp contrast to his black suit pants and crisp white shirt.
“Explain,” he says sternly when he reaches me. He leans over and attaches a black leather collar to my neck with a long leash, which he grips tightly.
“I lost track of time while I was playing on the swing,” I whisper.
“I missed you,” he says, his fingers twirling around my loose hair.
“I missed you too.”
He drops the leash and scoops my hair up on top of my head and ties it up into a neat bun.
Then he picks up the leash again and mutters, “On your knees, Princess.”
I drop to my knees, and he tugs on the leash, forcing me onto all fours to crawl after him when he walks to the middle of the room.
“You know better than to keep me waiting, Princess.”
“I’m sorry,” I whimper.
“Stand up.”
I rise.
He attaches the leash to the big hook dropping from the ceiling. He walks away back to the sideboard and picks something up. Coming back to me, he attaches the nipple clamp to my aching peaks and then leaves me again.
“Have you been a good girl or a bad girl while you’ve been gone?” he asks.
“Bad,” I whisper, eyes lower. “So bad.”