They Are Mine

I wanted to smack my forehead against the bar counter as soon as I saw the guy walk up. He sauntered across the dance floor with little gyrating moves of his hips that required great strength from me not to point and laugh. I almost did when I saw the piece of toilet paper stuck to his foot, but by some great miracle, I contained myself. I had been sitting on this bar stool for over an hour, waiting for my ride to pick me up. So far, I had not even gotten a text from the little prick taxi driver who had promised to be here in time to take me to The Dungeon; an exclusive BDSM club that I used to love to go to on the weekend. That was, up until the last month when I had almost gotten my two best friends killed because I was hard-headed and stubborn. I felt the smile melt off my lips as the always-present guilt started to gnaw at my gut again. It started out when a crazy psychopathic woman attacked Lizzie and tried to kill her. The insane, and I mean that literally, woman came into The

His lips descended rapidly, not giving me a chance to protest or move, not that I could if I had wanted too anyway. Which I did not, I wanted this kiss so very much. I have wanted to kiss him since the moment I first laid eyes on him in the club.He had strolled into the building like he owned the place, wearing a pair of leather pants that molded to every muscle in his legs and ass. Bare-chested and barefooted, he had thrown every man in the building in his shadow. Mistress Alyssa had come sauntering in, right beside him, his equal in every way except one, when they would hit a play area, she immediately submitted to him. The power and confidence he had exuded had been incalculable, and my heart had not stopped skipping since. His strong, firm lips pressed hard on my own, forcing them to open and let him inside. Like in everything else, this Master demanded what he wanted and left no room for denial. I gave in instantly and opened to his plundering tongue. Everything I had was his f

Lizzie pulled away, and I saw a sprinkling of tears run down her cheeks as well. Lizzie slid back to Jack and Jordan, letting them surround her and help her back on the counter next to Mia. When they once again became the center of attention, I gratefully used the opportunity to slip back.Mia and Lizzie were the best of friends, practically sisters, from what I could tell. I know they pretty much grew up together, and when they had moved to Portland, they got a job at the same place. It was rare to see one without the other. That was up until lately when they were collared by their Masters. Mia had hooked up with Master Reed right after he had taken over Bean Me, the coffee company that we all had worked for at one time. I had heard rumors not too long ago that he had bought the company to get closer to Mia after a brief encounter between them here at the Dungeon. It was a sweet, romantic tale of a millionaire tycoon wasting money to get the woman he loved.As for Lizzie, Jordan had

"So, what hospital were you looking to work at?" Lizzie asked, interrupted my thoughts. I took several slow breathes, trying to pull myself out of the spiral of self-pity that I was heading for. The spark of old Bethany was waning thin, but I reached for it, not wanting to spoil the night for my friends."South General," I answered her excitedly. "I know it's not a gym but working the physical therapy department will allow me the chance to help people get back to health." I felt a brush of lips on my ear, causing a shiver to race down my spine. "So, I guess private pole dancing lessons are no longer a choice," Alyssa's voice whispered into my ear. "That's too bad. I really wanted to watch as you danced for us." Who had told them that I could pole dance? I thought frantically. The only person I had talked about my idea for a class had been…Vie…Trev. God damn it. I refused to turn and look at Alyssa or Kevin, knowing that my face would be flushed bright red. Embarrassment, however, w

The silence in the room became deafening as the group dwindled down to just me. An odd sense of disappointment took over while the stillness grew as if a hope that I had not even realized I had been harboring deflated. Despite knowing that Master Kevin and Mistress Alyssa had never promised more than that one night, I felt stupid for ever having wished for more. "It never would have worked anyway," I whispered to myself morosely."What never would have worked?" Master Kevin asked, popping into my view. My mouth worked, but my voice suddenly vanished, leaving it gaping open like a fish trying to find air. I had honestly thought they had gone off or went home like everyone else. "Nothing," I finally gasped out. I cleared my throat and tried the whole speaking thing again. "What are you guys still doing here?" "We had hoped to talk to you. We haven't really seen you since you got back and we wanted to see how you were holding up," Kevin answered.Alyssa stepped forward and touched my