Chapter Thirty-five
Robyn
Today was Friday, which meant I would be seeing Oliver at the club again in just an hour. I was nervous, though, because I would also have to see all the regulars and staff who witnessed my outburst yesterday – and my subsequent spanking.
Standing back, I looked in the mirror and gave my reflection a critical assessment. I had on a black skirt that fell to just above my knees, my high-heeled leather boots, which I still had a love-hate relationship with, and a pale grey sleeveless top which highlighted my cleavage without being explicit. After checking how cool it was outside, I’d also gone back and put on some pale black stockings so I wouldn’t shiver on my way to the club.
After yesterday’s fiasco, I was far more aware today as I dressed. Oliver was a big deal at Club Twist, and he’d picked me to be with him. Was this suitable attire for his chosen partner? I had no idea.
Just as I was finishing applying my mascara, the doorbell rang. Sasha and Chloe had popped out ten minutes ago to grab us a bottle of wine to have while we were getting ready, so I could only assume they had forgotten their keys.
Rolling my eyes, I dumped my mascara down and headed through the apartment to yank open the door. ‘I swear if you were any more disorganised you would forget your head … oh!’
It wasn’t Sasha behind the door, it was Oliver. Oliver, looking supremely hot; with freshly trimmed hair, clean-shaven jaw, and dressed in a navy three-piece suit, pale blue shirt, and maroon tie. He had a hand propped on the doorframe, and jacket undone, so with his arm raised it pulled his waistcoat tight across his stomach and chest and made him look supremely sexy.
‘Wow.’ I hadn’t meant to say it out loud, but from the amused look Oliver gave me, I just had.
‘I’ll take that as a compliment, and then return it with one of my own. You look absolutely gorgeous, Robyn.’ His words were accompanied by several steps forwards, and he placed a hand on my hip and slid it to the base of my back. ‘This top is very sexy,’ he murmured, lowering his head and placing a kiss on one of my exposed shoulders, then the other. Then, taking me by surprise, he dropped to his haunches and traced my leather boots from the toe to my knee, before looking up at me with a wicked glint in his eye. ‘And these boots … I’ve had fantasies about these boots, you know?’
Fantasies? My throat dried up as the heat level between us rose significantly. ‘Really? What type of fantasies?’
‘You, with your legs wrapped around my waist wearing those boots and nothing else while I fuck you against a wall. Hard.’
Woah. I think I liked these boots even more now.
‘Perhaps we can make it a reality one day?’ I suggested breathily, glad that my tone didn’t give away how light-headed and wobbly I suddenly felt.
Oliver’s eyes narrowed, and he nodded, slowly. ‘Oh, I intend to.’ With his promise hanging in the air, he leaned forwards and nuzzled his lips under the hem of my skirt to kiss my thigh, then looked up at me in surprise. ‘Stockings, too?’
I bit on my lower lip and nodded, then watched as Oliver raised my skirt to give my stockings a more thorough examination. His eyes visibly widened as he traced the lacy garter tops with his fingers. Then he hissed out a heated breath before his fingers bit into my thigh as he dragged me forwards again and ran his lips and teeth up the exposed skin between the top of the garter and my black lace panties.
‘Dios. You could not be any sexier,’ he murmured, glancing up at me and still looking like he had filthy things on his mind. Filthy was good. Especially when on Oliver’s face.
‘Although perhaps I could buy you a suspender belt to go with these, hmm? Then I could enjoy undoing the clips with my teeth …’
A vision of him doing just that sprung to my mind, and a shuddery, aroused breath escaped my throat, audibly whistling across my lips as it did so.
Oliver smirked at my response, but instead of initiating something further, he placed one final open-mouthed kiss on my thigh and righted my skirt for me, before standing up.
His face was still dark with desire, but there was a playful smile on his face as he adjusted his groin with a wince. ‘If we’re not careful, we won’t make it out of the door.’ He widened his stance and shook his head in amusement. ‘I knew picking you up might lead to distractions.’
Oliver usually met me at the club, so this was definitely a change from the norm. ‘So, how come you are here?’
Stepping back, he slid his hands into his trouser pockets and once again shifted what was apparently an uncomfortable arousal, before raising his eyebrows and grinning at me.
‘I rather like the distractions you provide.’ He smirked, then put on a playful look of offence. ‘You aren’t happy to see me?’
I gave a dry snort, returning his teasing smile. ‘Of course I am! But I thought we were meeting at the club, that’s all.’
He nodded, and the playful look morphed into the soft, affectionate expression that I so adored. ‘We were, but when we spoke on the phone earlier you sounded nervous, so I thought I’d come across and surprise you, so we could go together.’
My shoulders sagged with relief, and I rolled onto my tiptoes to place a lingering kiss on his lips. ‘After everything that happened yesterday, I was nervous, thank you.’ As I moved back, I saw the love bite I had given him was really visible above his low-collared shirt, and I winced at how red it still was. Oops. I still couldn’t believe that he’d demanded I mark him. More than that, I couldn’t believe I’d complied. Must have been the heat of the moment making me do crazy things.
‘I saw Sasha downstairs, by the way, and she said to tell you that she and Chloe would meet us at the club. I suspect she decided to leave us in private, in case I was here for a booty call.’
Well, that sounded promising. ‘And are you?’ I asked speculatively, my lips still hovering just over his.
‘Well, it’s always tempting with you, Robyn. But with you looking so gorgeous, I’d like to take you to the club and show you off instead.’
I pouted, but couldn’t deny that his compliment made me feel all fuzzy inside.
Shifting forwards, he pulled me closer and nibbled a teasing trail up my neck towards my ear. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll have my wicked way with you later. Preferably with your boots and stockings involved …’
A shudder ran down my spine at his promise, and by the time he released me, and I stepped back, I was feeling overheated and lusty, and tempted to force him to skip the club and just take me to bed.
‘I wanted to ask you something …’ His tone was speculative. ‘I know that the whole submission thing is still relatively new to you, so feel free to say no, but I was wondering if you would wear this for me tonight?’ Oliver dipped a hand into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a black leather string and held it up for me to examine. ‘This is a collar. Dominants can present them to a submissive, if they wish to make the relationship more official.’ He cleared his throat before continuing. ‘It’s a big deal to me, Robyn. I’ve never given one to anyone before.’
I was struck speechless by his final words, and so silently took the collar and looked at it more carefully. It wasn’t just a leather string as I had first thought. It was actually a little thicker, probably about five millimetres in diameter, and so soft to touch. The ends were fitted with silver clasps for closing it and, in the centre, there was a circular silver pendant about the size of a five pence coin.
Looking closer at the pendant, I saw that it had a simple inscription: the letters O.W. Oliver’s initials. ‘It’s to let people know you aren’t available. If they look closely they’ll see you belong with me,’ he told me, seeming to carefully watch my reaction to the collar. As I turned it in my fingers I saw that there was something else inscribed on the other side. I brought it closer to read and sucked in a small breath. Cariño. His nickname for me was delicately engraved into the silver.
‘You only have to wear it at the club, but it would mean a great deal to me if you did.’
It was basically a sexy choker, and I liked it a lot, so this wasn’t a hard decision to make. ‘Of course.’ Nodding, I lifted it to my neck, and turned so he could do up the clasp for me. Once it was attached around my neck, I stroked at the small pendant which sat right in the hollow of my throat.
Oliver followed the path of my hand, and lowered his head to kiss the silver disk, his lips fluttering over the skin of my neck in the process. ‘Mine,’ he murmured softly, before kissing me on the lips.
‘Thank you for accepting this.’ From his tone I could tell how important this was to him, and so tried to show my appreciation back.
‘Thank you for offering it.’ Licking my lips, I added one final word in a breathy whisper. ‘Sir.’
Oliver’s eyes shot to mine, wide and surprised, and he clutched me to him and pressed his tongue into my mouth, groaning and smothering me with his intoxicating passion. He was so sexy when he was desperate and intense like this.
Several minutes later, he dragged himself away from me, muttering something about staying in for the night, but then shrugged his shoulders and grinned at me. ‘We should go now, otherwise we really won’t be making it out of here tonight.’
Sharing his grin, I grabbed my bag and keys and followed him from the flat.
Half an hour later, we entered the club hand in hand, and headed to the bar, where Oliver shifted two stools closer together, before helping me up onto one of the red leather seats. Once we were settled and drinks had been ordered, he took hold of my hand again, turning in his stool so he could also place his free hand on my thigh, and one foot on the rung of my chair. Once again, his positioning was quite a possessive statement, and one that didn’t go unnoticed by those around us.
Over the hour that followed, I was relieved that nobody commented on what had happened yesterday, but with the addition of my new collar and the fact that Oliver was notably more touchy-feely with me, I had found several sets of curious eyes looking at our close contact.
My new collar might look small, but it was clearly a big deal in here, because Marcus, Sasha’s unrequited crush, had seen it, grinned, and slapped Oliver heartily on the back. The scarier guy, Nathan, had actually given a small smile, cracking his icy demeanour, before shaking hands with Oliver and placing a brief congratulatory kiss on my cheek.
Alexandra was in the club tonight, too, but although I was sure she also saw the collar at my neck, she didn’t comment on it when she approached us.
Now I knew that Oliver had slept with her in the past, the very sight of her perfect long legs and manicured eyebrows made me feel physically sick. I’d never experienced jealousy like this before, but every time I saw her it bubbled in my system, especially because she always went out of her way to touch him.
Tonight was no different, and even though I was sitting just beside him and holding his hand, she still laid her hand on his shoulder and started to run her fingernails up and down his arm.
Her gaze was focused solely on Oliver as if I didn’t even exist, but Oliver flicked her hand away, a look of complete disinterest on his face.
She must have a thicker skin than me, because Alex ignored the way he dismissed her, and instead stared at Oliver’s neck, zeroing in on the love bite there. Damn it, I shouldn’t have got so carried away in the heat of the moment, or maybe he should have worn a higher collared shirt to hide it and not shown it off quite so bloody proudly.
Clicking her tongue, Alex flicked a snide smile at me before looking back to Oliver. ‘Love bites, Oliver? Really? A little old for that aren’t you?’ As she reached out to trace the red mark, something inside of me snapped and I dipped forwards to grip her wrist. Hard. I didn’t hold back at all, squeezing her bony arm hard enough that she sucked in a shocked breath.
Pulling her away from Oliver, I then leaned in and placed a long, wet kiss on the mark on his neck, which caused Oliver to lean into my touch, and hum his appreciation with a low chuckle.
‘Old enough to know better, Sir,’ I whispered softly, mentioning our little private joke while smiling against his neck as he slid a hand around my waist and pulled me closer.
Realising I still had hold of Alex’s wrist, I dropped it as if it were a piece of slimy garbage, and allowed Oliver to sweep me into his arms. My smile widened to a broad grin a second later, as I saw the shocked look Alex gave us as she walked away, rubbing at her wrist.
Oliver tucked me between his thighs, nestling me about as close as he could get without actually being inside me. ‘Hmm. I’m supposed to be the dominant one, but I rather like it when you get territorial,’ he mumbled, kissing along my jaw and finishing up at my lips.
Just as I was about to suggest heading back to the flat to make his fantasy about me, my boots, and the hard fuck against a wall a reality, Oliver’s phone vibrated on the bar beside us.
He picked it up, swiped the screen with his thumb, and read whatever alert he had just received. ‘It’s an email from David asking for some help in his office with a tax issue.’ Checking his watch, he frowned. ‘Cheeky bugger. He never usually asks me to work out of hours, but I promise I’ll be quick. You’ll be OK here on your own for a few minutes?’
Looked like the fantasy would have to wait a little while, then, but I smiled and nodded. ‘Of course.’
Oliver strode straight towards David’s office and I snagged the attention of the girl serving and ordered a glass of wine. Natalia worked regular shifts here, and was incredibly shy, but we were starting to build a nice friendship.
As Natalia placed my drink down I reached for it, but in the process managed to put my arm straight into a sticky patch of spilt beer on the bar. She looked embarrassed and quickly wiped the surface before offering me a tissue, but I’d need water to get the stain off, so I slid from my stool. ‘I’ll go and rinse it in the bathroom. Can you watch my drink, please?’
Natalia smiled and moved my drink to the side. ‘Of course.’
I paid a trip to the toilets to freshen up, and had just locked the cubicle door when there was the sound of several pairs of high heels clip-clopping into the toilets.
‘That lipstick is gorgeous! Can I borrow some?’
‘Sure, it’ll match your dress perfectly.’
I smiled at the normality of the conversation. We might be in a sex club, but the girls still worried about the same stuff as you’d hear in any nightclub toilet.
‘So did you see that Mr Wolfe is here with that girl again?’ I tensed at the mention of Oliver, trying to pee really quietly in the hopes that they wouldn’t realise that anyone was in here with them.
‘I did. It is strange, he’s not had a sub for ages. Like years. Why now? And why her?’
It was said in a particularly bitchy tone, and my mouth dropped open in offence. Why me? Was that a valid question I needed to be asking myself? No. I might not have a big head, but I knew I was pretty, and Oliver had told on multiple occasions that I was special to him. The connection between us spoke for itself. Pushing the questions aside, I sorted myself out and smoothed down my skirt, but didn’t flush the toilet, just so I could listen in for a while longer.
‘But hey, look on the bright side, I see it as a sign that he’s getting back in the game. I reckon he’ll just fuck her at the club for a week or so then be ready to move on to us.’
My eyes widened, and my blood started to heat with irritation. I’d forgotten just how bitchy girls could be when they wanted.
‘Oooh, I hadn’t thought of it like that!’ the second voice replied gleefully.
‘I bet he can’t even remember her name!’ A third girl added with confidence. ‘And a love bite on his neck? What are they, teenagers?’
That was it, I couldn’t stay silent for a moment longer. I unlocked the cubicle and made my way to the mirror, enjoying the reflection of their shocked expressions as they watched me emerge.
‘Gosh, you do have a lot of questions, don’t you?’ I asked, with a serious expression on my face as I rinsed off my hands and dried them with a paper towel. ‘Let me help you out. We might play at the club, but Oliver prefers to make love to me at home, in our bed.’ This was playing it up a little bit. We’d never referred to it as “making love”, and we only went to my apartment, which couldn’t exactly be described as our home, but hey, they’d been gossiping, so I think it was fair to play it up a little. I paused for drama and applied a flick of gloss to my lips.
‘And I’m sure you’ll be reassured to know that he definitely knows my name, because he screams it when I make him come.’ I played briefly with the silver disk at my neck, a move that successfully drew the gazes of all three girls to my new collar. ‘And sorry, but I don’t think he’ll be fucking me and moving on to you, either, girls, because he asked me to wear his collar today. Said he wanted everyone to know I belong to him.’ The one whose face was a mask of Botox gasped at my blatancy as I popped my gloss away and zipped up my bag. The eyes of the three women were now as wide as saucers, so I twined the pendant, making sure they’d be able to get a good view of his initials on one side, and my name on the other. I let out a fake, girly giggle, and caressed the word he had engraved on it. ‘This is his Spanish nickname for me.’
As the three of them hurried away, I decided to give them one final snippet of gossip. ‘Oh, and just so you know, the mark on his neck isn’t just a hickey …’ I deliberately made eye contact with all three of them in the mirror before finishing. ‘It’s a mark of ownership, he’s mine, so keep your fucking hands off.’ I flashed them all a fake saccharine-sweet smile and turned back to the mirrors with my head held high and my heart hammering in my chest.
What a run-in! First Alex, and now this. I couldn’t believe I’d been so brazen, and a smile cracked on my face as I imagined Oliver’s face when I told him about it later.
I tucked my handbag at the side of the sinks and gave the sticky patch on my arm a rinse – in my rush to set the girls straight I’d missed it earlier.
Hearing another cubicle open behind me, I tensed, and desperately hoped it wasn’t a friend of the three women I had just dispatched, but sidestepped to give them room at the sinks. I was about to look up when a hand clamped around my mouth from behind and something rough fell over my eyes, plunging me into darkness.
What the hell?
Some kinky-arsed shit might go on within the walls of Club Twist, but being blindfolded in the bathroom? This was a whole other level. I struggled, and was just wondering if it was indeed a friend of the three women enacting out some peculiar revenge on me, when a brief hint of an unfamiliar scent hit my nose. It smelled distinctly masculine, like an aftershave or musky shower gel.
The scent wasn’t Oliver’s, so it wasn’t him playing one of his tricks on me, and as the grip tightened instant panic flooded my system like a bucket of ice water being thrown over me.
I writhed against the grip holding me, and as I stamped my foot down and managed to make contact with something – a shin, I think – I managed to shift myself in the tight grasp. Hope flared in my system, but as I drew in a sharp, terrified breath my nostrils filled with a strong chemical scent and I realised with growing horror that it wasn’t just a hand over my mouth, it was a cloth.
A cloth soaked in something so potent it rendered me light-headed and overwhelmingly tired, and within seconds, my limbs felt leaden.
My body was no longer mine to control. I was vaguely aware of being carried, then dropped onto something cold and hard. As my eyes rolled back in my head I heard the slam of a car door followed shortly by an engine revving to life below me.
After that, there was only darkness.