Buttoning up my charcoal suit jacket over the crisp white dress shirt, I make my way from my office down the long dimly lit hallway. Tonight is the VIP gala event where we invite esteemed guests dressed in the most expensive designer gowns and suits to scope out Seven Sins.

When I reach the staircase, Mason, my partner and best friend, strolls up beside me.

“You have a list of women waiting for you,” he tells me in a low, warning tone.

It’s the same each night. I have women at my beck and call. They all want to spend one sinful night with me. There’s no room in my life for a full-time submissive, but I partake in the delicacies they have on offer, then send them on their way to find another Dominant who can collar them. I love to indulge, being a glutton for sweet moans and delicious whimpers, and most of all, feeling the tight pulsing heat of a wet cunt.

“I take it you’ll be with Savvie on stage for the evening?” I question, not responding to his earlier comment. The club is decked in silver, gold, and black. The furniture is jet faux leather, with delicate silk fabric that hangs from ceiling to floor in the softest shade of pink. The silver tables, along with the bar, offsets the luxurious feel of our club.

“I might take her into one of the rooms as well. Perhaps train one of the other submissives who asked for a female and female pairing,” he tells me as we make our way to the bar. Savannah is Mason’s beautiful blonde submissive. They’ve been together for far longer than I care to imagine, but for some reason, he’s never married her. Granted, being collared means more in this life, but there are times I see how she looks at him. It’s no secret, Savvie wants a ring.

Dylan smiles from the other side of the bar when we reach it. “Good evening, gentlemen,” he says in his boyish tone. Oliver would have a field day with him. But I heard the man has taken on a new slave who’s been on the waiting list for a couple weeks. Yes, Oliver Michaelson has a waiting list of newbies wanting to experience the lifestyle. I can’t wait to hear the feedback from that pairing.

“D, can you get me a gin and tonic, single,” I tell him. Mason orders his normal brandy on ice, while I perch on one of the stools. Each time someone enters the club, my attention is dragged to the door. I’m not sure what I’m looking for, but none of the women in the club at this particular moment grab my attention.

Three women sidle in at that moment, all of them giggling like teenagers. Easy pickings. Yeah, I’m an asshole. There wasn’t a day in my life I denied it. And when a quick, easy fuck presents itself, I don’t deny my need. I pick up the tumbler that’s been set before me and take a sip while keeping my gaze trained on them. Perhaps I’m a glutton, but having three women worshiping me for the night sounds like a plan.

“I’ll see you later, Mase,” I tell my best friend and head toward the booth the women have chosen. “Ladies,” I murmur, stopping at their table. All three snap their gazes toward me—blue, brown, and green.

“Hello,” blue eyes mumbles shyly.

“Are you ladies here for the show? Or are you looking for something more . . . particular?” I ask, lifting my glass to my lips, while meeting each set of eyes for a moment, lingering on them. Making eye contact with a woman is a sure-fire way to get into those pretty knickers they wear.

Brown eyes smiles. “We’re actually here looking for . . . well . . . we were told that Carrick Anderson is one of the most sought-after Dominants in the club. Beside the fact that he owns the place. We just wanted to experience a scene with him.”

“I see.” I nod, quickly glancing at the bar, signaling Dylan. Once he reaches us, I look at the ladies once more and offer a nod. “Dylan will sort you out with the confidentiality agreement. He will bring you one drink. Nothing more. If I’m going to have three submissives under my care tonight, I want them of sound mind.”

“You're . . .?” blue eyes gasps.

“The one and only. Nice to meet you, ladies. I’ll be seeing you in about twenty minutes.” I tip my head in greeting and walk away. Dylan knows exactly what I need and want. Every woman who walks into a scene with me signs an agreement. She is to understand there are safe words which she can use at her discretion. She will also be told how to be kneeling when I enter the room, and under no circumstance is she supposed to be high or heavily intoxicated.

“Three?” Mason says when I reach him once more. “You’re slipping there, Rick. I would’ve easily thought you could handle more.” He chuckles.

“I may be a glutton, Mase, but I’m not greedy.” I wink, slapping his back as I head down toward the back rooms of the club.

Whenever I decide to play a scene, there’s one room that’s mine and only mine. It’s draped in black satin and silk the color of graphite. The sofas are velvet. A St. Andrews Cross sits against one wall with leather cuffs for both wrists and ankles. A spanking bench along with some beautifully intricate toys to torture my slaves with hanging on one wall. There’s a small changing room with restroom for the subs to use after we’re done.

Even though my office is my haven, this room is for when I take on multiple subs at a time. Upon entering, I make my way to the wall, pulling off the two whips, along with a flogger I might use. I proceed in setting out the rest of the toys, opening two new butt plugs along with lube. I don’t know their experience, but from their pretty doe-eyes peering at me like lambs about to head to the slaughter, I’d say they’re fairly new to this.

Moments later, the door opens, and Dylan escorts three beautiful toys into the room. They’re dressed in silk robes, bare feet, and each one with her hair in a ponytail.

“Thank you, Dylan. That’s all,” I tell him. Once he’s gone, I don’t speak. They move silently as they’ve been instructed and drop the robes. Once they’re naked apart from tiny black panties, all three kneel with their hands behind their back, causing their tits to jut out.

I watch them intently as I unbutton my jacket, shrugging it off and hanging it on the rack in the far corner. My shirt is off in moments, and I’m left with my slacks and socks on.

“Do you understand why you’re kneeling?” I ask, my tone commanding and dominant.

“Yes, Sir,” they respond in unison. My cock jolts at their reaction.

“And you remember your safe words?”

“Red, Yellow, and Green.” Once again, they respond beautifully.

I make my way over to the implements I set out and pick up a small leather crop. Stalking toward my sub toys, I lift the implement and gently stroke it over each of their thighs. Gentle trembles trail through them at the touch of the cool material.

“Eyes up,” I command, and they each lift their gazes to me. “One by one, I want you to tell me your names,” I command them. My confident demeanor emanates from me like a cologne. I’m in charge of three sexy women who are about to do anything I tell them.

More than eight years of torturing willing women—subs, slaves, toys, pets, whatever they’re called—has hardened me. It’s changed me. There’s pleasure, pain, but no emotion. That part of me closed off a long time ago.

“Monica,” says blue eyes. Lifting the crop, I bring it down on her bare tit, causing her to yelp.

“I trust you know how to address me?” I hiss, leaning in, meeting her gaze with one of my own serious glares.

“Monica, Sir.” Her voice is melodic, with a tremble of fear trickling through it.

I turn to brown eyes, and she responds easily. “Jenna, Sir.” My gaze shifts over her, and I nod. When my eyes fall on the last girl, green eyes pierce me. “Alicia, Sir.” Rising to full height, I take them each in. Monica is beautiful, her curves are soft, her tits large with dark brown nipples. Jenna is slim, smaller than her friend, but she has the most incredible set of tits, a handful with rosy nipples. When I glance at Alicia once more, I can’t help taking in the ink that adorns her toned, almost athletic body. She could be a gymnast with her build. All three incredibly beautiful, yet so different.

“Good girls. Stand. All three of you.” They rise easily, and I head toward the large queen-sized bed. Shoving my slacks down, I step out of them, along with my socks. The briefs I’m wearing leave very little to the imagination. “I want you, Jenna, on the bed.” She moves quickly, her hips swaying as she lies back. I proceed to bind her wrists and ankles while the other two watch in awe.

“Alicia, you’ll be kneeling between her thighs.” My orders are swift as the little toy moves in position. “And you, pet, will be sitting on her face, without those panties on.”

The blush that spreads across her cheeks is enough to tell me she’s never done anything this naughty before. But she doesn’t respond, she merely moves toward her friend and straddles her face.

The tiny thong Jenna is wearing, I reach for it and rip it from her hips. “Get to work,” I tell Alicia as she gasps at me. Tentatively, they move in sync while I lift the crop, bringing it down on Jenna’s exposed tits, stomach, and her legs.

Moans echo through the room along with whimpers of pleasure as I watch the three slaves writhe in gratification. I palm my dick in my boxers while I rain down swats on all three girls. As the rapture heightens, they move faster, losing themselves in the ecstasy of the moment. Small red prints mark their pale flesh, and I smirk in satisfaction.

“Stop.” All three women ceases movement immediately. “Which one of you wanted pain?”

Alicia’s beautiful eyes sparkle. “I did.” I move, undoing the restraints, allowing Jenna and Monica to watch as I take their little friend and have her stand before me. I grab the clamps and lean in, suckling on each of her tiny nipples. They harden for me, and I proceed in clamping them with the metal teeth. She whimpers as the pain sears through her.

“At the cross,” I order, and she shuffles toward the wooden X against the wall, the chains of her clamps clinking in the silence of the room. Once she’s bound, I grab my flogger. Turning to the other two girls, I tell them, “I want you both in a sixty-nine, right now.” They obey dutifully. Lifting the flogger, I swat Alicia along her stomach. She cries out, and my cock hardens further. I lash her again and again. Her body trembling in the leather cuffs. She can’t move. Tears stream from her eyes, but she doesn’t call red.

“Please, Sir,” she pleads then, her eyes glistening like jewels.

“What? Tell me what you want?” I ask. Her gaze falls to her friends who are in a frenzy on the bed, wet slurping sounds that make my dick needy.

“The cane.” Her words jar me, and I stare at her for a moment.

Shaking my head, I respond, “I don’t use the cane.” Her face falls at my words, but I can’t bring myself to pick the offending item up. Ever. I reach for my belt on the floor and fold it in half. “You’ll get leather instead.” I don’t wait. I lift it easily, bringing it down onto her thighs in a harsh thwack. I continue marking her. The pleasure from doling it out is enough to keep me high for days. When I finally drop the belt, her legs are full of angry red welts. She wanted this. I’m a monster, but I can’t help it. This is who I am.

I unbind her and lead her to the bed. The other two pets are curled around each other, their mouths busily feasting on the other. “Enough,” I order in a gruff tone. My cock is throbbing painfully. I don’t offer Alicia anything more than a smile after whipping her.

It’s not that I don’t care, but once I’m done, Dylan will come in and offer them the calm they need after a scene. Like I said, no emotion. They move off each other, and I settle on the bed, pulling a small foil packet from the nightstand and sheath myself. I’m lying on my back and gesture for Alicia to straddle my cock. Monica is between my thighs. Her wet tongue lapping at my balls and licking her friend’s asshole. I watch the scene for a moment, reveling in the filthy little sluts that are here for me.

“On my face,” I say, pointing at Jenna. She obeys without questions as she straddles me, her smooth, drenched cunt at my mouth as I suck on her clit. Her hips buck, her cries otherworldly as I roughly shove two fingers inside her hole.

The four of us move, fuck, and lick in that position. All I hear are the moans, the mewls of three wanton whores who love my dick. Alicia’s tight pussy pulses around my erection, and her body locks while Jenna’s delicious juices drip down my chin. I’m still hard when I shift a trembling Jenna and Alicia off me.

“Monica, pull that rubber off and show me how much you love my dick. Put that sweet fuck hole of yours on my face.” The command is easy, and the little minx positions herself as a six, and I’m her nine. Her mouth envelops me all the way to the base. Her gagging sounds spur me on, and I devour her cunt, my tongue darting into her like I would fuck her with my cock. Her hips roll as she rides my face, and my hips lift as I plunge into her throat. Each time I do, her heat tightens around my three fingers, and I bite down on her clit causing her to scream around my dick, and I can’t hold off my orgasm anymore. Shooting hot spurts down her throat, I revel in the filthy indulgence of my life.