The Billionaire's Bet #2: A Hot Call (BDSM Erotic) Read online

  “Oh? And are you going to tell me something about what it is?”

  “No, but I’m sure you’ll find it very interesting. Come.” He held out his hand in front of me and I took it.

  Dominic led me up the stairs toward the playroom. What was he up to now?

  “Do you see that suit over there?” he said.

  I nodded. On the wall hung a black and red latex corset with a detachable piece for the boobs. Below it hung a tiny black thong with stockings. On the floor were two black sky high heels.

  “I want you to put it on.”

  I swallowed back the lump in my throat and got goose bumps all over when I touched the material.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve had it custom made especially for you.”

  My eyes and fingers skidded across the material and I took it off the hook. I sized it up and indeed it would fit. But what was it for?

  Dominic went ahead and grabbed some leather pants and thick boots. He looked at me when I peeked his way.

  “Well, go on. Put it on. I’m not telling you twice, Julie.”

  I did what he asked and took off all my clothes, then struggled to get into the outfit, but I managed eventually. I had particular trouble with the patch meant to go over the boobs, trying to lace it up to the rest of the latex. It was something capable of being ripped off. I could see why he found it a sexy set.

  When I was done, I turned around and saw Dominic’s bare chest and tight fitting leather pants wrapped around his yummy package.

  I fought the urge to rip it off him.

  “Here, put this on too,” he said, after picking up something from the cabinet. It was a laced, golden mask with nice frills that would hide only my eyes. He grabbed a much bigger one for himself that would cover everything but his mouth. It was white with nifty black lines all across, making him look kind of scary.

  He walked out the room and I followed him. My sky high heels were a trouble to get down the stairs with. By the time I was in the living room, Dominic had already grabbed our coats.

  “Put this on too.”

  “We’re going outside? Like this?” I yelped.

  He frowned. “Yes. No complaining.”

  Before I could answer he’d already hooked his arm around me and pulled me out of the door. I squeezed my legs together and grabbed my coat tight as we waited for the elevator to come down. I knew the guard there would be looking at us. We were all dressed up, though it was hidden behind a coat, but nobody would miss my red face.

  Dominic guided us to the car and quickly shut the door behind me before hopping in himself. He ordered the driver to go and close the blinds.

  “Where are we going, Dom?”

  “It’s master, not Dom. This time, you can keep calling me master. We’re going to a place that’s very special to me. I’m showing you more of my world.”

  “More … bondage stuff, master?”

  He nodded. “You said I needed to trust you more, so now I’m showing you what I love to do on free days.”

  Okay. Guess I’ll just have to trust him too.

  I couldn’t help shiver in my seat.

  “Is it too cold?” he asked.

  I nodded and Dominic immediately pressed a button next to his seat. “Turn the heat up,” he said to the driver. It wasn’t long before the radiator was blasting. As if I wasn’t sweaty enough. Sweaty from stress and angst, yeah.

  When we arrived Dominic helped me get out of the car, because I wasn’t used to the latex being strapped around me yet, I could barely move. We were at what seemed an abandoned warehouse. There wasn’t a soul around and the streets were littered with junk. Windows of the building were smashed and I couldn’t see a light anywhere.

  I shuddered looking around, feeling vulnerable and naked.

  “Come,” Dominic said and he pulled me inside.

  “It’s in here?”

  “Yes. Looks are often deceiving, you know.” It was cold and dark inside. We walked through the empty warehouse until we reached a door somewhere at the end. There was a staircase leading down and a broad door at the end of the hallway below.

  He stopped right before the door. “Now … I have two simple rules you must obey in here. One is that you always listen to me, no matter what. Two is that you do not speak to strangers unless you have permission. You can only talk to me, do you understand?”

  “Yes, master.”

  Dominic held my hand and I squeezed it tight as we walked down and he opened the door.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes.

  There was music and color, lights and people everywhere. And they were in suits. Dressed up for play. Toys lying around the room. Cages and bars and chains hanging from the ceiling. People dancing, naked. Some were in a spanking session. Others were just having plain sex.

  My eyes widened and I gasped, wondering what the hell I’d landed into.

  “This is the play party. I regularly attended it.”

  “These people …” I muttered. “They’re all here to …?”

  “Play. With each other as well as others. Mostly for show and for fun.”

  He took me through the room and positioned me against a wall. “Look around, Julie. Take in what you see and enjoy. I won’t force you to go anywhere nor will I ask you to do anything. Just see. Keep your eyes open. And if you’re ready, we can go see a show.”

  He took off his coat and hung it on the stand. Now he was only dressed in tight leather pants, his package clearly showing. It didn’t matter to me.

  I was still dazed from what I saw. All of the women here were subs, just like me. They wore kinky clothes, latex, leather, or just straps, as they strode around, being commanded by their Doms. Some were having sex with multiple men. One danced in a cage, sticking out her tongue, being spanked while bent over. One got a beating to her nipples with a whip, quite harsh actually. Another was slathered in hot wax, screaming her lungs out.

  “Are they okay, master?” I said, stuttering.

  “Yes. They are here of their own will. Doms will never force their subs to do something they don’t want. Other Doms must always ask permission of the Dom as well, before they perform something on a sub that isn’t theirs. We may be beasts in the bedroom, but we value principles and safety.”

  I nodded and took in a large breath before looking around again. My muscles felt strained and when I looked down, I saw I clenched Dominic’s hand so hard, it had turned pale. I was crushing his hand and he didn’t even flinch.

  I looked up to see him smile cheekily. “I can handle a bit of pain,” he said.

  It was so hot in here I felt the sweat drip down my back. I still had a coat on, but was afraid to take it off. Underneath, I barely wore any clothes.

  I released his hand and blew some air into my heated face.

  “Are you okay, Julie? Do you want to take your coat off? I know it’s rather sweaty in here,” Dom said.

  His hand was already reaching for my shoulder. I sucked in some air and closed my eyes. I was dying in here, with this thick coat in the middle of a hot room packed with people. I wanted to get it off, but at the same time I was afraid people might look. How they might react to what I was wearing.

  I shuddered when Dominic towered above me, keeping me against the wall, while he slowly slipped his hand inside my coat to make the buttons pop.

  “Don’t be afraid. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Everyone here is wearing these things, even raunchier than what I gave you. This is pretty obscure.”

  I looked into his bright blue eyes and I could see he was honest with me, gauging my reaction to what he did.

  “Plus, you’re way too beautiful to hide under there,” he added.

  A flush rose to my cheeks as he winked at me. Dominic pushed the coat further open and slid his hands down my waist. He moved closer and pressed his chest against me. My heartbeat rose as he pushed me into the wall, his eyes locked onto mine. His lips moved closer and soon they were right on top of mine. He left gentle, feather like kisses on my lips, and then my chin, my jaw, and my neck, trailing all the way down to my shoulder. With slow, caressing fingers he dropped the coat off my arms, exposing me to the public.

  But I didn’t care anymore. He touched me again and in such a loving way, I couldn’t resist. It was so tender and passionate, the way he draped his arms around me, tickling my skin with tiny pecks of his moist lips.

  When he withdrew I looked down and could clearly see the big bulge in his pants. I swallowed, his smoldering eyes gazing deep into mine. “You see? It’s nothing to be afraid of. You look gorgeous. Nobody thinks it’s weird. Not here.” He stepped aside and let me ogle the room. Not a soul turned around to look at me in this kinky outfit. They were all busy watching the spectacle or playing a part in it.

  It was actually very freeing. As if I didn’t matter whether I was in clothes or completely naked. Nobody would treat you differently. I was the same as them, part of the group, a sub, belonging to Dominic. We were all here with the same goal; to enjoy the night doing crazy, sexy stuff.

  I shrugged. “Okay, I’m ready.”

  Dominic’s lips curled up into a devious smile and he took my hand. Escorting me through the crowd, he brought me to a cage where a lady danced. She got poked from the side by her hungry Dom, while she made sultry moves to please her master.

  We walked further to the other woman who had candle wax dripped all over her. It must’ve been painful, but at the same time it looked like a piece of art, the way the red wax covered her body with tiny droplets, like a rose petal showering.

  “Beautiful,” Dominic whispered. “Don’t you think?”

  I nodded and silently watched. Although I didn’t want to admit it, I enjoyed it. It seemed like a sexual fantasy come true. Only the Doms could touch their own subs
, unless they gave permission to someone else. The couples put so much trust in one another and in the people that came to the party. I admired the fact that these people had so much respect they could keep their hands off the subs.

  For an hour or so we watched each of the shows. The spanking and whipping, the clamps and pain, the hot and coldness of the items being used on the subs. Time flew by, but I enjoyed every second of it.

  Dom brought me to a table and sat me down for a drink, when someone approached him.

  “Dominic Fury, is that you?” the man said quietly.

  Dominic nodded and placed his hand on the shoulder of the man. Apparently they knew each other.

  “Julie, have yourself a drink. I’ll be right back,” Dom said, and he winked at me. Then he walked off with the man, talking to him as if he was a long lost friend or something.

  I shrugged and took a glass of strong liquor from the bar before sitting back down. Suddenly a masked woman came up to my table and sat down across from me.

  She had a drink in her hand and slowly raised it to her lips, keeping her gaze on me. After she’d taken a sip, she put it back down on the table. “Hello,” she said.

  Oh, shit. I wasn’t supposed to talk to anyone and she was a stranger to me. Dominic wouldn’t like it if I did and I didn’t want to get punished again. I just kept looking at her like some crazy woman, trying to get her to go away just with my eyes. What else was I supposed to do?

  “You can say ‘hi’, you know,” the woman continued.

  She smiled when I didn’t answer. It was the loveliest smile I’d ever seen, even though I couldn’t see half of her face, which was hidden behind a pink mask. With her long, tin fingers she pulled out a knot in her wavy blonde hair that curled down perfectly. She tucked the pin away in her clutch and then held out her hand to me.

  “I’m Daisy,” she said. I took her hand which was soft and smooth and shook it quickly, before retreating again.

  She looked at me then tilted her head. I followed her gaze and noticed she was checking out Dominic. I almost spurted out my drink.

  “You know … it’s okay to talk, as long as they don’t find out,” Daisy had her eyes back on me and flashed me a cheeky smile. “Your Dom is quite the handsome one. You’re lucky.”

  “Yeah … he is,” I said, flushing.

  Shit, I’m talking to her. This isn’t supposed to happen, but what else should I do? Ignore her? That’s rude.

  She chuckled. “Gotta love the dominant ones. They just come in, swoop you off your feet and before you know it, you’re in deep. We got that in common.”

  Her comment made me smile. “Oh, really?”

  “I’m a sub too. My partner’s on the other side of the club right now, asking for permission to join with me.”

  “So you’re going to join another couple? Does that mean the other Dom can do stuff to you too?”

  She chortled. “Of course, darling. The Dom can do whatever he wants, as long as they give each other permission. Depends on the contract though. You didn’t know?”

  I shook my head.

  “You must be new here then.” She took out a paper and a pen from her clutch and wrote something down. “I can teach you the ropes if you’d like. I could use a friend as well. Here, call me. I can tell show how to be a proper sub. Your Dom could be so pleased with you if you knew how to entice him.”

  Daisy handed me the paper with a telephone number on it. I quickly stashed it away into the crevice between my boobs. She glanced at Dominic and when I followed her eyes again, I saw him stare back at me. I quickly jerked my hand out of hers and shoved my seat back. “Excuse me, I have to go.”

  She muffled a laugh and drank up the rest of her drink, while I stood up. I walked to the exit, grabbed my coat and tucked the paper deep inside the pocket of my coat. Rushing out the door, a hand caught my shoulder.

  “Hold your horses, Julie.” It was Dominic.

  He turned me around and closed the door behind him. The sudden disappearing of the music made me feel deaf. His tightening grip on my shoulder was frightening.

  “Where are you going?” he asked. His eyes narrowed and the frowning look on his face made me shiver.

  “I … I’d like to go home now, master.”

  “I thought you enjoyed this? You seemed to.”

  “I do … I did, but I’m tired,” I lied. I wasn’t tired. I was just scared he’d seen me and Daisy talk.

  He sighed. “Alright, we’ll go home then. Wait here and I’ll grab my coat.”

  He turned around and walked back inside, leaving me alone for a second. It was the scariest second I’d experienced since days. I didn’t know if he knew or not. I couldn’t see it in his eyes, nor could I hear it by the way he talked. I’d broken the rules and he could punish me wherever and whenever he wanted. Guess I would find out home.

  Chapter 5

  When the front door was closed, Dominic’s arms brushed past me and he leaned his head on my shoulder. I heard him sniff my hair and I was entranced by the kisses on my neck that followed. He growled in my ear as he took off my coat by slipping his hand down my chest.

  “Seeing you there at the party, in that outfit, surrounded by sex … Oh, Julie, I want you,” he murmured. “I know what I did to you on the couch was wrong, so … Will you give me permission to play with you?” he asked.

  I gasped when he kissed my jaw. “Yes.” The words stumbled out like I was giving in to temptation.

  Dominic swooped me up from the floor from behind and put me over his shoulder.

  I shrieked from being turned upside down. “What are you doing?”

  “Call me master, Julie.” His fingers slid over the back of my leg and then suddenly came down hard on my butt. I yelped from the stinging pain on my skin. “If you don’t call me master, you’ll get another slap.”

  “Yes, master,” I stammered.

  With me dangling from his shoulder, he marched up the stairs and put me down inside the playroom. He grabbed my wrists harshly and took something from the cabinet beside us. I couldn’t see what it was, but I felt the snap as it locked around my wrists. My arms were stuck behind my back now. I had no way to free them.

  “I know what you did, Julie,” he whispered into my ear.

  My eyes widened and my heart beat like crazy. I panicked, hearing those words.

  Dominic snatched a whip off the wall and flicked it between his hands. He circled around me, keeping his narrow, blazing eyes on me with each step. “You defied me today.”

  I pressed my lips together and looked at the floor, feeling ashamed of my betrayal to him. I’d broken yet another one of his rules. Was he going to be harsh on me this time too?

  “Look at me,” he said with a demanding voice.

  I looked up, shivering, barely able to keep my footing.

  “You talked to someone, did you not?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “Did you think you’d get away with it? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” He flicked the whip on the floor, making my heart jump. I closed my eyes from the scare.

  “No, master, I didn’t. She just came up to me and started talking. I didn’t know what to do …” I muttered.

  “No excuses.” The whip came down on the floor and my muscles tensed hearing the snapping sound it made. If that thing hit me, I knew it would hurt. A lot.

  “I’m sorry master,” I said, my lips quivering. “I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.”

  He smirked. “I’ll make you feel sorry.” He towered above me and then suddenly ripped off the piece that covered my boobs, making them spill out. He hummed and then slapped my boobs. I let out a painful moan each time his hand came down, but it wasn’t as hard as last time, when he put me over the couch. This was more playful.

  Dominic put down the whip on a table and grasped my arm. He dragged me to a bench in the middle of the room. It was the bench with the guillotine without the blade. He placed me behind it. “Bend over.”

  I did what he asked. “Master, please be gentle …”

  He chuckled. “Oh … I have a whole different thing for you in store tonight.” His tone was low, carnal-like, almost ending in a grunt. “Do you remember the stop word?”

  “Yes, master.”

  “What is it?”

  “Red.”

  “Good.” He circled around the bench again, his fingers lingering on my body, making me squirm. “Damn, you look nice in that outfit,” he muttered, clasping my legs to the bench. Now I had no way out.