Chapter Thirteen
Teddy
My arm loops through Branson’s as we make our way down the nighttime streets. Though the area is far from high end, it isn’t the scum of our usual locale either. Heavy bass thumps from a building up ahead and I smile, squeezing his arm tighter and looking up to him. His brow is pulled into its usual scowl and I see a hint of something else in his eyes, but when he looks at me it's pushed down by love.
“Where are we going, exactly?” I ask as we pass by another club. People don’t give us a second glance dressed as we are in black, another gothic couple roaming the streets.
“Just a place I heard about I thought you’d like,” he says vaguely, the corner of his lip turning up. I feel my own mouth twist into a wry smile but don’t press further, content to let him have his surprise.
When we turn a corner and a red glow comes into view, I know we’ve reached our destination. The only sign says D&S and a large man stands at the door, nodding to us as we step up.
When the door opens and we step in, a familiar smell washes over me and I’m instantly brought back to the Black Roses Club. The smell of leather, sweat, sex, and alcohol pour over me and I close my eyes, savoring the scent. When I open them, Branson is watching me and I let a brilliant grin show. He smiles, taking my hand and leading me through.
I feel underdressed, but at least he warned me not to wear the t-shirt. The ladies working all curtsy and nod when we pass. The main area is lowered and darkened, deep mahogany leather furniture with glimmers of candlelight dancing off it. A few hallways and a staircase are to my right and my eyes move quickly, greedy to understand what this place is. There are only a few women around. No loud music, no bar.
“Is this a… strip club?” I ask him and his mouth twitches up again.
“Not exactly.”
Before I can ask any more questions, a woman steps up wearing a long black thing that looks like a cross between a dress and lingerie. Her dark eyes remind me of Jane, though her expression is sensual and light.
“Welcome to D&S. Are you needing a room this evening?”
“Yes, please,” he tells her and I narrow my eyes slightly, still not entirely sure what he’s up to. The woman nods and whispers something to another girl before leading us down a long hallway. The first few doors are closed, but as we move through some are open and I have to keep myself from gawking.
We pass one room where a woman, dressed in full latex, is whipping a man on some kind of cross. In another, a woman is rolling around in pleasure while another pours candle wax all over her. My eyes take in kink after kink as we pass through, and by the time we get to the end, I feel wetness between my thighs at the things I’m seeing. The madame unlocks the door and bows before stepping away. Branson turns to me, taking my arms and looking into my face.
“This is good? You like it?”
I look at him quizzically, the smile still playing on my face as I lean forward and kiss him.
“I don’t know what you want to do where, but yes, I like it.”
His smile melts my heart and panties before he steps aside, and I actually gasp. A large four-poster bed is in the center of the room, straps and ropes on the corners. To my left is a large armoire in the same deep wood finish as the rest of the furniture. I feel a small pang of guilt when I see the large cross and remember tying Branson up to one very similar.
It’s like a luxurious gothic playroom and possibly the coolest room I’ve ever seen in my life.
I turn to Branson and I’m sure my eyes are wide with excitement.
“Scratch that, I love it,” I tell him and he chuckles as he closes the door, clicking the lock on it. I notice how there’s a panel like I saw in some of the other rooms, and realize if we wanted, we could be ‘open’ for viewing like they were. The thought gives me a zip of thrill.
“We have this place for the entire night,” he tells me, stepping up until he’s only inches away. My teeth find my lip as I take him in.
“I wish I had known. I would have dressed up more,” I tell him.
“You look amazing,” he says simply before his lips find mine and I melt into his touch easily. His kiss is unhurried and thorough. The depths this man would go to please me, to keep me happy, never cease to amaze.
I step away from him with a grin on my face as I step up to the array of toys laid out for us.
“Now, what should we play with first?”
???
By the time we’re done, my ass and back are both raw and red, and I’m pretty sure I came hard enough at one point that I blacked out.
Branson lies above me, his hands slowing moving through my hair.
One of the things I love most about our kinky fun together is the care he shows me after. I’ll take all of his pain and punishment, his control and domination, because I know how he really feels at the end of the day.
My fucked up, broken man who loves me beyond belief, who can hurt and demean me so that I only feel love.
Leaning up, I kiss him lightly and take in the peaceful expression on his face.
“This was an awesome surprise, but do you think we could go home tonight?”