“I’m nervous,” I admitted, as the limo driver opened my door.

“Don’t be,” he assured me, “you’re gorgeous and you’re with me. Tonight is just about observing, watching, and exploring limits. You don’t have to be in control, Avery; just give it over to me and let me handle it.”

I nodded.

“We’ve gone over protocols. You’ve got this, and I’ve got you.”

I smiled up at him, and at that moment he won my heart even more.

We walked through the door and the doorman greeted me with a nod. “No tickets, huh?” I asked with a nervous giggle.

“Just for jackets, if people have them,” he confirmed.

We passed through a narrow hall, then entered a larger room.

The music was the first thing I noticed, well that, and the fact that this was definitely not what I’d expected. Truthfully, I’m not sure exactly what I expected, but maybe some leather, nakedness, whips in evidence. It is a fetish club after all.

This place suited Caden. It was high-end without being pretentious. He’d already told me there were many professionals here: doctors, lawyers, judges, and potentially even senators. It was membership-only, and guests had to be approved via a stringent process unless they were the guest of a member, which I was.

The music was quiet, yet throbbing in the background. It set the mood, and excitement swirled in my belly.

The décor was dark and intimate, distinguished, comfortable. There were red accents here and there, and as we walked further, I noticed the ceilings were high. There was a beautiful bar, the wood dark, and classic, with a wall of liquor and wine on display.

The bartenders and servers were all dressed in black. The women had short skirts, and the men were in black with open necks. Some wore collars, some didn’t.

A few more steps and we entered a larger, more open room. To the right were doors leading to private rooms, and Caden had assured me we would check out the scenes I might be comfortable with later. I was looking forward to it.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Not yet,” I shook my head. He’d warned me I could only have one. He wanted me to be fully aware of what was taking place around us tonight. I was excited at exploring this with him.

A slightly older man walked up to Caden and he offered his hand to the man. He was also in an expensive suit and had a confident air about him. I suspected he was a dominant, so kept my hands to myself, my eyes on Caden.

“Jacob, it’s good to see you,” Caden smiled, and it reached his eyes. He must like this man.

“Who do you have here?” Jacob asked. “What a lovely submissive you have,” he said, his eyes assessing me.

Former SEAL, I wondered? Spy?

I could feel a blush stealing into my cheeks, and Caden’s arm reached around my shoulders, pulling me to him.

“She is indeed. It was good to see you, Jacob.” Caden excused us, and we moved forward into the room.

“Holy shit,” I breathed.

Caden chuckled. “Here, let’s sit at this table and watch.”

I barely registered his words.

“This is the main scene room,” he explained. “Each night there could be one or two scheduled scenes that take place, all arranged in advanced. Consensual.”

I nodded. My eyes were glued.

There was a woman in a cage, and she was naked. The Dom walked toward the cage. He wore tight black jeans, and his chest was bare. He rapped his knuckles on the cage, and the sub crawled out, moving to get into position in front of him, exactly as Caden had demanded of me earlier tonight.

“Up,” the Dom demanded, moving toward a table with some sort of equipment on it.

She immediately moved to the table, settling into position. Her face was peaceful, serene. I had no doubt she was enjoying it.

The Dom turned. He held a bar.

“It’s a duel spreader bar,” Caden whispered in my ear.

I nodded. There was one of those in my book. I was familiar with it. There were two metal bars. One long bar with two cuffs, and a shorter one with two cuffs.

I watched, mesmerized, yet worried for the woman.

“Breathe,” Caden reminded me.

I put my hand on my stomach and took a deep breath.

“Wrists,” the Dom demanded. Her shoulders squared, her chest jutted out, as he fastened her wrists to the smaller bar. It made her back arc, and I thought it looked extremely uncomfortable, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Feet,” he demanded next as her legs spread wide, really wide. He strapped each ankle into the cuff, then moved away to select a few items.

The next thing I knew, he grabbed his sub’s nipple and pulled it hard, then clipped a clamp onto the hard nipple. A metal hoop hung from the front, connected to a chain. He moved to her other breast and applied the other clip.

“I can relate to this,” I whispered.

Caden chuckled.

The Dom grabbed another device, then bent down in front of his sub. I looked at Caden.

“Labial clamps,” he whispered, watching me closely.

“Ouch,” my eyes flew to him, and he smiled. I knocked his arm with my elbow.

“That’s the point, babe, now watch.”

I turned my eyes back to the scene in front of me reluctantly.

Next, the Dom connected all the clamps with a chain. I pressed my hand against my stomach. Holy shit that was going to really hurt if she jerked or moved at all. Hell, it had to hurt now.

“What the fuck,” slipped out of my mouth next.

“Weights,” Caden confirmed.

The sub hissed as he added two weights to the chain. The clamps were pulling her nipples, and for a second I wanted to ask Caden if it was possible they would pull her nipples right off.

Then he added one more, but this one, he dropped onto the chain. I jerked back in my seat. “That’s just wrong,” I said, watching her jerk, then scream at the pain his move caused her.

“You okay, babe?” Caden asked.

“Not sure,” I admitted.

“We can leave,” his eyes watched me closely.

“I couldn’t move my eyes. They were frozen on her face. It had gone from contorting in pain to the most incredibly peaceful place. It was almost as if she wasn’t with us any longer.

“Wow,” I breathed.

“Do you want to watch another, or do you want to leave?”

“I kind of wanted to see a spanking scene,” I admitted, hoping I wouldn’t regret that later.

He chuckled. “Your wish is my command.”

We moved to another room with a big X in the middle. I knew enough to realize it was a St. Andrews Cross. A woman was getting her ankles secured to the bottoms, her legs spread wide, wearing only panties. Her wrists were already cuffed at the top.

Her total powerlessness struck me, although she didn’t seem to be fazed by it. Who knew, he could do this to her every day. I shuddered.

Caden drew me into his arms, then said, “Open your legs.”

I looked at him like, you’re kidding, right? But he wasn’t.

I complied, my dress riding up my thighs just shy of my panties.

“Good girl,” he murmured.

The Dom moved back to a table, grabbing a device, moving back toward her.

Then I heard a buzzing, which could only mean one thing.

He turned back toward the table and I saw the biggest vibrator I’d ever seen.

He now had a smaller device in his hand.

“That’s the remote,” Caden advised, but I didn’t dare to look at him.

The Dom moved back to the cross and pressed it between his sub’s spread legs. She moaned, really loud.

I pulled my legs together.

“Open, now,” Caden warned.

I opened my legs, but then he put his hand between them, showing me just how wide he wanted them to be.

I had no idea I would be this turned on. It felt dirty but amazing.

The Dom pressed the vibrator into her panties, leaving it there, then pressed a button. The vibrations were faster now.

He moved back to the table, and I pushed my back into the chair.

Caden moved his fingers slowly up my legs, and it took every ounce of strength I had to leave my legs open.

My pussy was dripping, and I knew he could smell it.

I watched, fascinated as the Dom grabbed a paddle.

“Breathe”, Caden said.

I let a breath out slowly through my mouth, captivated as he flipped her over, her ass now high in the air.

WHACK, the first hit of the paddle landed with full impact. Her ass turned bright red where the paddle had hit, the vibrator still whirling between her legs. He hits came hard and fast on her cheeks, her thighs.

I looked up to see if Caden was watching, but he only had eyes for me.

“Breathe, babe.” Then he dipped two fingers into my panties, swirling my cream all around my pussy, up to my clit, and then back.

“That’s really mean,” I hissed at him.

He chuckled. “Life will never be dull with you, babe. Come on, ready to go?”

All I could do was nod.