Chapter One
Justice
Dark Sinners. Often, I find myself wondering if the club was where my life began or ended. It takes a toll on me some days, and I find myself drifting to a place I can’t see straight. However, most days, I feel like there’s a heavy weight sitting on my chest, and there’s no way to relieve it. It’s been years. After everything I’ve lived through, you’d think I had my shit together, wouldn’t you? Maybe I’m just going through the daily motions and not really living.
It’s been five years. Five of the longest, hardest years of my life. I want to say it was all bad, but it wasn’t. I’ve found my stride throwing myself into my clubs in those five years. I’ve made an empire and built it from the ground up, which is special to me. But it wouldn’t have happened if things hadn’t played out the way they did.
As I walkthrough the front doors, I spot Rodney. He helps run this place when I’m not here.
“Hey, Rod. How’s the night looking?” I ask him as I move and stand next to the bar. He grins at me, and I know the answer to that.
“Going great as always, J. You know this place is the most popular in Atlanta.”
This is the Sinner birthright. All my brothers and sisters own clubs similar to mine, although not all branched out as I did into nightclubs.
“Anyone of interest in tonight?” I ask him.
“Tamara is here if that sparks your interest,” he replies, making me grin. Tamara is also an entertainer here who keeps the men on their toes. She’s one hell of a woman if you ask me.
I nod my head as I turn and stroll down the long hallway to my side of the club. My domain. The place I’m in complete charge.
I find my room and step inside. Many club owners don’t partake of the delights their clubs offer, but I’m not one of them. I like being in charge, knowing I can take charge of the situation.
“You don’t talk unless I tell you to, and you don’t scream unless you can’t handle it, but you don’t come until I say so.” The same words leave my lips every time I walk into my room. They need to know the rules, which are pretty simple to follow. I typically get the new girls. The ones who haven’t done this before.
From what I can see, this woman is smaller in size, with a beautiful backside, one I’d like to leave my marks on. I bite my lip between my teeth as I walk around her, taking her as she stands naked facing the wall like she was informed to do before entering the room.
She’s new to this. I can tell by how tense her body is and how she slightly cowers. Her long strawberry blonde hair hangs slightly over her shoulder down her back. I bet she’s gorgeous. I bet she’s fucking beautiful, but I will never fully see her face as she has a mask on.
“Are you new to this?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she says softly, and I see the slight tremble in her body. It makes me hard watching them like this.
“I don’t ask names in here. We never use our real names as I’m sure they’ve already told you.” I pull my jacket down my arms and place it on the hook on the back of the door before rolling up the sleeves of my dress shirt.
“Masks stay on at all times unless I choose to remove it, but I don’t think that will be the case here. You do as your told, and if you can’t handle something, you say the word red. That’s your safe word. Repeat it,” I tell her as I step up behind her.
“Red,” she says softly. This is going to be fun.
For me, this is a release. My way of controlling situations I might not be able to in real life.
“Good girl. Are you afraid?” I ask, needing to know if this scares her in any way or if she’s as turned on by this as I am.
“No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She’s lying. I can hear her voice is shaking slightly. She doesn’t know what to expect, and that’s all part of the fun.
I move over to the side table and pick up the long feather. I’m not going to hurt her the first time I’m with her. At least that isn’t the plan. Things change, though, something I know first hand.
I walk back over and reach up to lift her hand over her shoulder, letting my fingers trail over her flesh as I do. She shudders beneath my touch, and I smile. I love when a woman does that. Once her hair is out of the way, I lift the feather in my hand and slowly trail it down her back and over her ass. With the lights on, I can see her shiver. It’s a good indication of what she’s feeling.
I trail the feather up and down both legs and back over her ass before smirking. She loves this.