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  “I’m quite a dirty slut,” I agreed.

  “You’re ready to go to the club, aren’t you, pet?”

  I nodded, shifting my body to be closer to his as he once again began striding down the stairs. Behind him his musk trailed like smoke, enveloping me and carrying me along almost as though it were a net, ensnaring me, binding myself to him, willing me to obey his every command, and making me want to do it. I felt as if I were floating as I following him across the cafeteria and out the big double doors to where an elegant antique Rolls-Royce awaited, black, sleek, and shining underneath the street lights. Fuck, he wasn’t kidding. I knew how much those cars could cost. Even more, though, I knew he had to be loaded because he wasn’t even the one driving. As he ushered me into the car, he followed me into the back seat and shut the door, then simply snapped a finger, to which the driver gave a nod and obeyed, driving us off into the night.

  “Don’t look so surprised,” Donovan said with a tilt of his head as I stared at the interior of the car, marveling at its pristine leather and the indisputable scent that indicated it was the real deal. I sank into the seat, letting my body revel in the feel of sitting in a real Rolls, but even more, feeling excitement fill me at the touch of Donovan’s hand again sliding up my thigh. “You’ll find many more surprises, much better ones than this old thing, once we get to Trance. That’s the club I own, pet,” he added when a look of confusion crossed my face for a moment.

  Trance. The name was unmistakable. It was the name of the fetish club Cass hadn’t stopped talking about for weeks. And now, I was being taken there myself. Donovan’s fingers hunted past my panties to my wet aching pussy. “We’ll get there soon enough.”

  3

  When we pulled up to Trance, I could hear the music pounding from outside the building. It didn’t look like what I imagined a fetish club would look like, but then, I hadn’t ever been to one myself, so I supposed that I shouldn’t be surprised that it didn’t look like the Gothic dungeon I had envisioned. It was a simple building, all brick, with two tall double doors made of solid old wood, like the doors to an ancient cathedral. I let out a little gasp as Donovan slid his fingers out from my body and leaned to open the door.

  “We’ll be back later, Liam,” he said softly to the driver. “Just wait around as usual. We may be a while.”

  The driver -- Liam -- nodded in affirmation. “Of course, Sir. It’s my pleasure.” For a moment I wondered -- hadn’t I met Liam somewhere before? As I stole a glance at him, I could swear he had once worked in my building. Hadn’t he been a coder? Yet now he was a chauffeur, and one dressed to the nines at that. I wondered what Donovan had done to convince him to make a sudden career change. If Liam had been involved in his own incident as well. But I didn’t have time to think about it any more as Donovan exited the Rolls and then offered a hand to me, which I took as he pulled me from the car. My heels clicked smartly on the cobblestone out in front of the club. This was definitely an expensive part of town in which to own anything, let alone a business establishment.

  “You must be...really, really rich,” I said, once again surveying first the sleek car, then the club with its elegant cursive sign which read Trance: A Members Only Establishment.

  “Only a billionaire,” Donovan said with a low chuckle. I raised an eyebrow, but he wasn’t joking. “But don’t let that muddle your head overmuch, pet. You want to go inside and be paraded like the little slut you are,” he said. I moved a hand towards his cock and felt that it was hard.

  “Parade me,” I echoed. Warmth rushed through my veins and I let it envelop my body as I followed him to the great double doors.

  “This doesn’t look like a club,” I murmured.

  “Other fetish clubs are a bit crude for my taste. It’s a sign of class not to be too obvious with yourself when you’re like me, you see. Now, in with you.” He gave me a little pull on my wrists and then we were inside, the solid doors shutting firmly behind us.

  Once inside, it felt as though the entire club had been pumped full of Donovan’s same signature scent. It was heady and full of the scent of leather, rich tobacco smoke, and lust, and it coiled around me like a serpent in the thick pulsing air. Donovan’s hands were firm as he led me through a throng of people their bodies brushing against mine, their skin touching my skin, their heat making me hot and wet with desire as I was led further up and further in. As we moved through the crowd, people dressed in expensive black lace and leather made way for Donovan, as though they all knew him. I supposed that they did, if he was truly the owner like he claimed to be. Some gave short nods of familiarity and respect. Some simply made way, deferring and letting him pass with me in tow.

  All of them looked at me too, inspecting me, judging me as I passed by them. I realized then that of course they were staring -- I was still shirtless, and had been since Donovan had instructed me to unclasp my bra. A flush swept through me and I felt my nipples tingle as I brushed past a wiry woman who was bound to a wall, her arms high above her head, and her hazel eyes met mine, a wicked smile appearing on her red lips.

  “Lucky Miss,” I heard her say as I passed. But before I had a chance to turn my head back to look at her, Donovan tugged me further into the crowd. It felt as though the darkly lit club would extend for miles, but soon we ducked into a further back room, which was still packed with people, though I was not the only one topless and bare. Out of one corner of my eye, I thought I saw a familiar face, a flash of familiar pink hair, but everything was darkened and loud, and my mind felt as though it were swimming hard against an invisible current.

  Donovan’s weight shifted as he moved to push me against a stone wall, his chest hard against my nipples, and my legs felt weak.

  “Raise your arms above your head,” he instructed in my ear. His breath was hot and a slight stubble on his chin grazed my skin.

  I obeyed. From somewhere on the wall, he produced a set of cuffs, which he wrapped first around one wrist, then the other, leaving me trussed up and bared for the crowd, and immobile. If I’d thought of leaving before, now it was not an option. I tilted my head back so that I touched the cold stone behind me and let out a soft moan as Donovan’s hand grazed my collarbone, working his fingertip down around one breast, then the other, circling them in turn. He turned, then, and tapped a thin shoulder in the throng of people.

  The woman turned. What had seemed a familiar face seen only in a brief flash before was now confirmed.

  “Cass,” he instructed. “Lydia desires to be used. Use her.” He stepped back. Cass ducked her head in kurt understanding, then worked her way towards me, brushing past several men who stood close, watching the incident. I could feel myself growing wet with arousal as she positioned her body in front of mine, locking her arms around my neck. “Use her and ready her for me. Fuck her. She’s requested it,” added Donovan in Cass’s ear from where he stood behind her, lifting a strand of hair away from where it was tucked behind one ear to whisper the last instructions to her. Again she nodded, a smirk crossing her face.

  “Use me,” I echoed, aching for her touch, my hips pivoting and thrusting towards her body without my instruction. She pushed her weight against me, her bony body putting pressure on mine, and her hands behind my neck pulling my hair as she ground herself against me, driving me against the stone wall. Her breath was hot and smelled like sweet cloves, dusky and full of delight.

  Her hands unwound from behind my head, tracing down my breasts, down my side and to my hips, where she deftly unfastened my pencil skirt, letting it inch down my body with a slow tight pulling move until it lay on the floor and the only things I was left with were my panties, soaked and darkened with my desire, and my heels which were raised slightly as my arms were pulled tight above my head. Methodically, Cass slipped my panties off too, letting them fall to the floor in a soft little pile, and her long fingers worked to slide inside me. Her mouth was on my neck, sucking and moving in time as she thrust her hand in and out of me, pumping harder, and then the
other hand was back tugging my hair and head back. Inside I felt a fierce quivering, a burning need for release, but I knew somewhere in my mind that I mustn’t give in to it. Not yet. Donovan would not be pleased. Cass was using me to ready my body for Donovan. I was not to come yet.

  “Please,” I breathed as Cass’s mouth grazed mine, her tongue flicking into my mouth as I let the word escape my lips for a second time. “Please.”

  “You aren’t to come yet,” Donovan’s voice said from behind Cass. Her hands worked at my pussy harder, grinding into me, reaching into me further, pushing me hard. My hips bucked and my clit felt swollen as Cass’s fingers fondled my folds, forcing me to gasp and bite my tongue in an effort to stop the wave of orgasm that threatened to crash over me like a wet tidal wave.

  Roughly, I felt Cass being pulled away from me, and suddenly the hands on my shoulders were harder and heavier. I opened my eyes to see Donovan had replaced her, a stern look on his face.

  “Cass did her job and she did it well -- she’ll be rewarded later; a good owner always treats his pets right. Do you know what I’m going to do now, Lydia?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

  “I’m going to fuck you. Then I’m going to decide if you’ve done a good job of being fucked. Then if you’ve done a good job, I’m going to lead you through Trance and let the others here decide if they’d like to fuck you too. You want to be fucked and used and they want to fuck and use you. I’ve made quite certain of that in my running of the place. I’m quite a shrewd businessman, particularly when it comes to picking people who want to be fucked. And you, Lydia, want to be fucked.”

  I nodded. My cunt was begging for his cock, and I strained against the shackles holding my arms in place, yearning for his body to thrust itself into mine, to fuck me raw. “Fuck me and use me, fuck me and use me, oh god please fuck me and use me,” I moaned, and Donovan unbuckled his belt, letting the leather slide through the loopholes of his pants and then slipped it around my waist, pulling on each end so that my body was tugged hard towards his. His cock was huge and hard and I gasped as he began to fuck me, hard, methodically using the leather belt to rock my body into his as he thrust into me, filling me with his bulging member. Pleasure rippled through my body and I wanted to scream, but held my tongue.

  “You’re a dirty slut now, aren’t you?” he said, his voice hard and full of hot pleasure in my ear.

  “I’m a dirty fucking slut, I’m yours,” I replied, my hips rocking into his, trying to thrust him deeper inside me. I felt out of my mind with desire. I needed him. I needed his cock. I was a dirty slut and I wanted this incident to last forever, he could tie me up and keep me in Trance for the rest of my life if it would always feel this good. He could keep me here, his pet, for his own amusement. His body leaned heavily against mine and the stone wall behind me was cold on my bare back. Tendrils of my hair caught on the rough wall, pulling like so many small needles in my scalp. His hands, too, were moving down my hips, smacking my ass hard. Once, then twice, he let his hand fall sharply on my ass, leaving a wake of slicing pain behind.

  Then he was coming hard into me, his body convulsing as he pumped hard, his breath hot on my neck, then his teeth biting into my lips. I couldn’t help it and thrust my hips further, arching my back as the orgasm that I had forced off finally took over.

  For a moment, I let my weight sag and my body hung from my wrists, limp, exhausted, and thoroughly fucked. Donovan took a step back and surveyed me where I was still bound, available for whatever he deemed perfect for me next.

  It took a long moment of heady silence before he gave a short nod. “Good. You were a very good little slut.”

  “I am a good slut,” I agreed, and this time it was my turn to grin wickedly. “Are you going to let them fuck me the way I deserve?”

  Cass peeked around from behind Donovan. “I think we should,” she agreed, casting a glance to him. She smiled, her lipstick slightly smeared, adorable, sexy, hot as hell. How had I never noticed before? All those lunches we spent together and never once I had imagined her fucking me while I was bound and bare. It was sort of a pity it had taken this long for it to happen.

  “Are you ready to becoming a permanent one of my pets?” Donovan asked as he worked to unlock first one wrist and then the other, though he kept a firm grasp of my body even after I was untied so that I still was immobile. My pencil skirt and panties still lay on the floor by my feet.

  “I’ll be your pet here forever,” I replied. “Only, am I allowed to pick up my clothes?”

  A frown cross Donovan’s face, but I shook my head to clarify. “I only meant, may I put on my skirt because it turns me on when people rip it off me.” It was something I never would have admitted to anyone before -- I had never been so forthright with my sexual desires before, but now that I’d been fucked by Cass and Donovan while chained in a club, it seemed silly to feel bashful now. Particularly if I was to become this billionaire’s permanent pet.

  “That’s more like it,” he said. “You learn fast.”

  “I do learn fast,” I confirmed, and I leaned over to slowly pick up my skirt while pointing my ass in the air cheekily. “Now, what happens to me next?” I straightened.

  As he led me through Trance, I knew my new life as the billionaire’s pet had just begun. Whatever he had in store for me -- and for Cass - was sure to be better than the work lying undone in my cubicle. It felt as though I were in a trance, and not just the club itself, but an actual trance. I thought back to the incidents that had been the hushed gossip around the office before. Yes, they all made some mention of people acting as though they had been turned magically into something else, hypnotised, even.

  That had to be it. It all started to make sense. The heady perfume that Donovan wore, the way it seemed to be everywhere he was -- it had to be some sort of drug.

  And yet. Even though the club smelled just like it, how could all of these people be his? What if it was nothing more than him suggesting things he knew I wanted anyway, deep down inside? Maybe the perfume he used was just something to make everyone a little more suggestive. I remembered reading somewhere that hypnotism only worked if the person being hypnotised wanted to be hypnotised. That the suggestions given would only really work if the person was secretly wanting them to.

  Donovan tugged on my arm a little, leading to a larger crowd, back where the woman with hazel eyes had been tied to a wall. Truly, it didn’t matter. My pussy was getting wet again and I was ready to find out how I was going to be used next. I wanted it. That was all I knew, now. I wanted it bad, and maybe, just maybe, I had been the lucky one in the office tonight, and not all the other people who had dutifully gone home for the evening. There was the woman with hazel eyes again. She had been moved to a cage and her breasts were pert against the bars as I drew near her. Whatever Donovan had in store, I knew I wanted it. All he had to do was suggest and I would obey. He’d mentioned I might need a good flogging earlier -- perhaps I would suggest it myself.

  About the Author

  Winter Gemissant is a sexy librarian who likes to make up stories while she shelves books. She has to pay back those university loans somehow...what better way than to write down her deepest thoughts? If you liked this story, be sure to try some of her other works too.