Yesterday’s Betrayal Today's Scars: Alice

4 REVELATIONS & DRAMA

Alice POV

After eating dinner with my wonderful family and discussing our day, I decided to come home and start unpacking. The men did a great job putting everything in the correct rooms as I directed them.

I unpacked the kitchen first. Then I did my bathroom and bedroom. Now, I’m standing here looking through the doorway into my playroom.

It will have to wait another day to get set up, but damn, it is going to be amazing.

It’s 25 feet square, with a king bed against the far wall. I painted the walls a deep purple, and the dim lights overhead are blue. It is magical in here. Or, hopefully, it will be one day.

The Saint Andrews Cross is on the left side of the room, along with the spanking bench. I look to the right at the s*x swing on the floor below the eye hooks that are mounted into the overhead beams. That shouldn't be too hard to hang.

Sighing, I need to have some fun. I turn to the closet, picking out the corset Star got me for my 21st birthday and leather pants. I grab a thong and go into the bathroom for a shower.

After my hair is in a ponytail and makeup is done, I get dressed and slide on my favorite high-heeled boots. Smoothing down the front of my corset, I check the front two clips from the bottom and grin.

This is now my favorite corset. On each side of the front are two black clips that release small 4-inch thin blades that act as bones. I need to get a few more of these made. Snapping them back into place, I grab my phone and leather jacket.

Once in the garage, I put my jacket on and then my helmet. Straddling my Ducati, I fire her up. It never fails to send tingles through me when I first start her.

The ride to Desire was exhilarating, with the cool night air hitting me.

Once I park, I take my helmet off and fix my hair. Tucking my helmet under my arm, I make my way inside. There aren’t as many cars here tonight as on Friday nights.

I go to the counter and hand over my jacket and helmet in exchange for my yellow bracelet. He hands it to me without question. I think he has come to realize I’m not interested in wearing a green one to participate.

Once I slide my bracelet on, I go to the bar in the central meet-and-greet room. Surprisingly, Charlie isn’t behind the bar, but a woman grins at me and slides a beer my way. “Thanks,” I murmur.

As always, I go straight up to the observation deck. It’s early tonight, so there may not be a lot going on.

I slowly walk as the low music seems to flow over me. Various colors of lights throughout the different rooms below give a warm feel to the environment.

I sip my beer as I stop, looking down into the first occupied room. A dominant is attaching wide leather cuffs to his partner’s wrists.

Once he has them securely fastened, he has her to stand. He raises her arms into the air, attaching the cuffs to O-rings hanging from the ceiling.

She tests their strength, and he smacks her ass. He leans in, whispering into her ear as he caresses the cheek he just hit.

Her dominant then circles her, touching and caressing her as he talks. He leans forward, and I grasp the railing with my free hand as I wait for his next move.

He removes her bralette and goes to a drawer, removing n****e clamps. As he approaches her, I can feel my n*****s harden. I swallow hard as he tightens them until she throws her head back and closes her eyes in pleasure.

He leans down slowly, licking each one, then nipping and teasing them. Damn, my panties are getting wet thinking of that being done to me.

My eyes travel down to the front of his pants that hang low on his hips. His large bulge shows he clearly wants to take her.

He backs up, then goes to the wall, taking down a riding crop. Poof, my interest is gone in watching them.

I take a long drink of my beer as I walk further down the platform to observe other rooms.

I feel eyes on me. I take a small sip of my beer again but look into the reflection of the glass in front of me.

Demitri and two of his men exited an elevator and are now standing 10 feet away by the wall, watching me. One of the men with him is Myshtsy. (muscles)

Damn, feeling Demitri watching me is raising my arousal again. I can feel his eyes rake over me as if he were right next to me, touching me himself.

The thought of those large, powerful hands roaming my body has my stomach tightening.

I turn my attention to the room below. It’s the only other one occupied at the moment. It is two women and a man on his knees. One woman is restraining his hands while another pulls a blindfold from a drawer. He is the submissive in this scenario.

My mind drifts to how many other people like me come to b**m clubs searching. We all search for and desire something. Pleasure? Connection? To explore our fantasies? s**t, the list is endless. Those deep, dark desires that some don’t even share with their partners.

Some things I fantasize about during my private ‘me’ time would be difficult for me to ask of someone.

I look around the space I’m in. Not at the people this time but at the layout and what the club offers. Desire is a fantastic place, but it could be so much more. It could provide and promote knowledge and further explore people's wants and needs.

I’m brought out of my thoughts as I feel a presence behind me. It feels large and imposing in my space. I inhale deeply, taking in the warm aftershave smell that has goosebumps rising on my skin.

The reflection in front of me shows me who it is—his 5 foot 11 stature towers over my 5 foot 6 in heels.

“Hello, myshtsy,” I say, taking a drink of my beer.”

I feel him lean in close. His suit barely brushes my shoulders, and I feel his warm breath near my ear. “What do you see, vikson?” (vixon) he asks in his thick Russian accent.

His nickname for me makes me smile. I’ve never been called that before.

I lean back slightly, enjoying his warmth. “I see want, need, and pleasure,” I say, barely above the music so our conversation stays private. “What do you see, Myshtsy?” I return his question.

”Humm, I see a beautiful vikson aroused while watching others fulfill their desires,” his deep voice sends goosebumps down my arms. My panties are soaked now.

We stand that like close but not touching for several minutes, watching the scene unfold below us.

”Do you also see what is missing?” I ask him. He is quiet momentarily, then steps around me to my side, studying my face.

His deep blue eyes moved over me slowly as if memorizing it. “What do you think is missing, Vikson?” (Vixon)

I chuckle. “Look around closely. Not just at the people but at the club as a whole,” I tell him.

Then I watch as he looks around. I step close to him this time, tilting my head so my face is near his neck.

”Every member of desire has wants and needs. Many of those may be unspoken. You are missing an opportunity to help them explore those wants and needs,” I say so only he can hear me.

He looks down at me, our faces just inches from each other. “Explain,” he says.

I grin up at him. He is enjoying this little bit of teasing we are doing as much as I am.

”Many of the people in the lifestyle enjoy bondage, but where are the instructors offering demonstrations of different ways to bind, like shibari, for example?” I pause, watching him.

”Many enjoy some level of pain with their play,” the flash in his eyes has me stopping for a moment, but I continue.

”Whether they want a small amount with their pleasure like a spanking while being taken, or something more intense like a whip or cane. Offering them knowledge on proper use not only educates them but would open up conversations that may not otherwise occur,” I say with a challenging look.

He grunts and raises an eyebrow. “What else has that little head of yours thought of Vikson?” he asks, staring me in the eyes. The s****l tension is building between us.

I give him a mischievous smirk. “Where is your suggestion box?” I ask. “Surely, at least some of your members have requests or ideas they would love to share.”

He grins, and his eyes have a fire behind them. “Smart and beautiful,” he says in a low tone.

I take a drink of beer and feel eyes boring into me. I cast my gaze in Dem’s direction. He is studying us carefully, watching our interaction. His 6 foot 5 stature towers over everyone in his presence. Dominance oozing from his every pore. He is mouth-watering.

I feel Myshtsy warm breath near my ear again. “You know Demitri wants you,” he says.

I feel my eyes widen with surprise at his disclosing that to me. The revelation that Dem wants me to excites me. Then I remember their oath to the Bratva in order to move through the ranks.

I glance back at Dem, then look up into Myshtsy’s eyes. “I know the oath he took—the oath you all take. I would never be someone’s dirty little secret or plaything,” I say with finality.

His eyes flare at my words.

I cast another look around the room and spot a woman I have seen many times over the past year. She is staring at me with a deep scowl etched on her face.

She is a beautiful woman who is a switch. Well, she would be attractive if not for the attitude she carries with other women. I have watched her in scenes as both a top and a bottom.

She enjoys both the dominant role and the submissive depending on her partner.

I guess Myshtsy sensed my unease while watching her because he followed my gaze.

”Just ignore her. She has wanted Demitri since she found out who he is. He has turned down her advances many times,” he says.

I have conflicting emotions running through me. Both excitement that Dem wants me to. The knowledge that his loyalty to the Bratva prevents that and my new attraction to Myshtsy.

I think I need to leave. I look up at muscles, smiling at him. “I enjoyed our talk, but it’s time for me to go. Have a good night, Myshtsy,” I say and toss him a wink as I turn.

I walk by a trash can, dropping my empty beer bottle in it, but instead of heading for the stairs, I need to use the restroom.

Walking down the dimly lit hallway, I push open the lady's room door. Lost in my thoughts of our conversation.

Wham, I am slammed forward into the wall directly in front of me—a sharp pain shooting through my chin and mouth, and I am stunned for a second. Then I get my bearings when I hear a woman's voice near my face.

She is bending down to be at my height. She spoke with venom in her words. “You need to stay the f**k away from Demitri and his men. He is mine!” she screeches.

Realization hit me. This crazy b***h thinks she can attack me and tell me what to do.

With both hands on the wall, I jerked my head backward, slamming her in the face. She screamed in pain at the same time, and I heard the crunch of her nose.

As she backed up, holding her face, I spun around, taking a fighting stance. Blood started oozing between her fingers.

I grab a handful of her long red hair and twist it around my hand while jerking her head to the side forcefully. Then, sliding a blade from the front of my corset, I dug it into the side of her face, drawing blood. Rage was rising in me by the second.

”You dumb b***h decided to jump me from behind in the damn bathroom for a man who doesn’t want you. Who I know has turned your advances down?” I say in a deadly tone.

”He is meant to be mine. He and I will run his clubs together. I am supposed to be by his side,” she cries out, tears running down her face.

So it’s his clubs and money she wants. I shake my head.

Forcing her to the mirror hanging above the sinks, I shove her bloody face into it so she can see how pathetic she is while digging the knife in deeper. She sobs out at my actions.

”Do you know the difference between a gold digger and a queen?” I ask her. Her tear-filled eyes get a challenging look in them.

”A gold digger rides the coattail of men to get money and power. A queen blazes her own path, then takes her throne.” I say, leaning in so I’m right in her face.

I hear the door open and close behind us and see through the mirror that Dem and his men have entered. I ignore them and continue.

“You need to be more careful in the future about who you let your crazy out on. Some women aren't opposed to cutting a bitch.” I say, running my blade down the side of her face.

It will leave a nice scar, making her as ugly on the outside as she is on the inside. Good, I think to myself. She is screaming now, holding her face.

I release her and turn to the sink, washing my blade and hands. Once I dry them, I slide the blade back into my corset.

I raise my gaze to the three men who are watching my every move and ignoring the screaming woman who is now sitting on the floor.

I walk right up to Demitri, whom I have never actually spoken to before, and lick the busted lip she gave me. Tasting a tinge of copper as I do.

I then smile up at him. “If at any point you want to revoke my membership, just let me know. I understand that not all business owners appreciate my don’t f**k with me rule,” I tell him.

Both muscles and the other large man with Dem chuckle at my words. However, Dem studies my face closely. His eyes pause on my lips. I watch as his jaw flexes, clenching and unclenching. Is he angry?

He looks at the ball of crazy throwing a fit on the floor, then back to me. “Net (No), you stay,” he says. Then, he jerks his head in her direction. “Take her to the basement. No one touches what's mine,” he orders.

That gets my attention. Did he say Mine? Is he talking about me?

He looks back down at me, his face warm and his eyes soft. Is that concern I see?

I lick across my lip again, and he follows the movement. Heat is rising in me, and I’m sure my cheeks are getting red with my fair complexion.

”I’m fine,” I tell him with a smile. “Good night, gentlemen,” I turn and exit the bathroom with a sway to my hips. I guess I’ll pee when I get home. I’m definitely not doing it with a bathroom full of men.