Bdms Club Novels & Stories

I must still look blank, as he continues, with a touch of impatience in his voice, "We wanted to be sure that you enjoy a moderate degree of pain, under the right conditions of course." The penny drops. Going out? Tomorrow? "You mean we´re going to some sort of club? A BDSM club?" With a well-manicured fingernail, my Master delicately picks a sliver of duck from between his teeth. "Yes. We are going to a club. To be precise, we have booked the club for the evening. There will only be the three of us plus a number of other..." he hesitates, "...selected, guests. The general public will not be there."

"Guess I have to take care of myself till he is ready to fuck me." She went to a W******p group named 'Velvet dungeon BDSM group-- Bloomcrest' and texted: I need rough BBC Dom daddies to take care of my wet cunt. Dm me your pics. I'll choose the best ones. She smirked at the number of Dms she was receiving already, though it's not been a minute. Zara chose the best seven and made an appointment to meet them at the club tomorrow. Meanwhile, Hunter arrived and she sat in his car.

She announced, and I raised a brow. “There's this BDSM club that runs 24 hours; it's owned by his uncle. We can just go there and fill our eyes. Don’t worry; we will be masked in case you are scared of anyone seeing you,” she suggested. I knew it wouldn’t be a bad idea, but I was just feeling reluctant to go anywhere. “Come on, don't be reluctant, Aurora. We're not going to do anything there; all we're going to do is watch the show,” she said, piquing my curiosity.

“Yes sir,’ Everyone was getting a bracelet but I didn't think much of it. I picked a bracelet. I just needed a break and I don't care what kind of a bar it is. I looked around and saw that it is a BDSM club, I will just get drunk and leave here. Until I saw two familiar backs, dancing together.

“The contractor is working hard to make sure everything is perfect. We want to offer a unique and classy experience that will set us apart from the competition.” I can’t help but grin, “Excellent. We’ll have the best entertainment in the city, with dancers, burlesque shows, and musical performances. Our private rooms will offer the ultimate VIP experience for our customers. And as for the BDSM club, that’s going to be our secret weapon. People will flock to us for a chance to explore their deepest, darkest fantasies in a safe and controlled environment.” I rub my hands together; my new empire is taking shape. “Are you going to traffic underage gi

My eyes grew big, “JUST…uh…how we were hoping to see something…er…” “DIFFERENT! At this club…from the others!” Joan interjected, finishing my sentence. I nodded, smiling, hoping they bought our obvious lie. Callen laughed loudly, “Oh it’s DIFFERENT alright!” I crinkled my eyebrows at that comical laugh of a comment, wondering why he said it like that. We all got out of the car and headed inside the club. It was very dark, with rooms covered in all black and accents of reds everywhere. It was very secluded and in a more remote part of the pack. Every room we walked through had the same theme. This club was a BDSM club.

A part of me wanted to yell at him and unleash my anger on him and another wanted to ask him to fuck me right here in the car. "Was the clubhouse nice?" He questioned again and he turned to look at me, trying to get my attention. "Yes" I replied coldly with my eyes still fixed outside. I didn't turn to look at him but my I could sense him looking at me whilst he drove. "That's literally the craziest BDSM club in this city, they offer quality sexual experiences that'll make you go crazy. They built it years back and ever since, the owner makes millions every night" He uttered, his voice hinted enthusiasm.

It wouldn't stop human trafficking in general, but he was going to stop this bastard if he could. Hans looked to Dimitri. "Guess that's that. Where can we find him? You mentioned the club he gets into?" "It's called the Black Diamond Bar, but it's not a bar." Dimitri flashed a rueful smile. "It's a BDSM club." "You ever go there?" Royce asked him. "We need someone who's familiar with the territory." Dimitri stroked his chin. "A few times, but they tend to prefer sadists, and that's never been my thing."

CHAPTER THIRTY– ONE: THE CLUB KYLE AND ANDREA Andrea had always been in control. At 29, she ran her own successful marketing firm, commanded every room she entered, and never let anyone see her vulnerable. But tonight, she wanted something different. Something that made her pulse race for reasons she couldn’t quite explain. The exclusive BDSM club hidden in a converted warehouse in downtown Manhattan was invitation-only. She had received hers through a trusted friend who swore it was safe, discreet, and exactly what she needed to explore the darker cravings she had buried for years.

This couldn’t be happening. Ethan slowed the car and pulled into a private underground parking area hidden behind a nondescript metal door that slid open automatically. The moment we descended, the atmosphere changed. Low red lighting, the faint thump of bass music vibrating through the walls, the scent of expensive perfume and something darker, leather, desire, power, and control. I recognised it instantly. The club. The same private BDSM club where Adrian had first taken me. Where he had commanded me to kneel. Where he had ruined me in ways I still couldn’t forget.