Chapter 2 EPISODE 2

Pierce

As she exits the room, her ass sways. It is covered in leather strands, and the areas where the straps are absent are marked in red. Tasha, my evening sub, feels secure enough to leave my presence in the private room I rented at The Dungeon of Decorum after we cuddle for an hour. She only desired punishment, not sex. And like any decent Dom, I gave her what she requested.

I can't help but think of my first visit as I lie on the tiny bed in the room designed for torturing the flesh of submissives. Even though it was only three years ago, it seems like a hundred years.

I was burning out quickly because I was so caught up in business. I was busting my ass much more than I needed to in an attempt to prove myself to the board as the new CEO of Portland, Oregon-based Waterson Mutual, a business finance company. And I was being caught up by it.

My friend and eventual hero was Grant Jamison. He took me under his wing and taught me that while work is important, one should always make time for play. He was five years older than me.

My conception of play differed greatly from Grant's. I assumed he was suggesting that he and the friends he mentioned play racquetball. He took me to something far more serious than a baseball game.

In just one month, I was accepted into the Dominants' fraternity at a nearby BDSM club called The Dungeon of Decorum, which I now frequently visit.

I'm a Dom by nature; I feel like I was made to guide, instruct, and control women. I've been told that, at thirty-five, I ought to be getting married and starting a family. I've been told that I can hide my sinister pastime and live a typical life in all other respects, but I find that to be dull.

I am prohibited from disclosing any information about myself or any other members of the club to which I belong. All of the men in our diverse group are also very wealthy. We all have to conceal our secret lives because of that. Who would want a statesman, mayor, or banker interested in such gloomy matters, after all?

When I first arrived at the club, I was astounded by the faces I saw. The club attracts men from all over the United States. Because women who are up for auction also come from all over, auctions are particularly busy.

I have never purchased a woman myself. I have never maintained a relationship with any of the subs. One-time scenes are what I like. After a week or so of following up with the women I've played with, I move on to other things. Things like other women who have different wants, needs, and fetishes.

I have a reputation as one of the best Doms if you want a great bondage experience because I have studied techniques a lot. I am especially skilled at bondage, suspension, cupping, impact play, and power exchange, which are my kinks.

I've been referred to as driven on numerous occasions, whether in professional or personal contexts. If it piques my interest, I dive right in and don't come up until I've learned everything there is to know.

In my life, I've been in three committed relationships. My constant drive caused two of them to end. When I was a college student, Janet said I was too focused on my studies and not enough on her. She left me, then.

My second daughter, Leah, lived with me when I first began working in finance. The majority of my time had to be spent at work. I was eager to advance. Another woman who claimed I didn't spend enough time with her ended our relationship after a year.

Tracy was a gold digger who tricked me into falling into what she believed to be a trap. It was the first year that my annual income exceeded one billion dollars. Tracy, a grocery store janitor's daughter, desired a better life. I invited her to join me in my brand-new mansion. I made every effort to find time for her and lavished her with gifts.

Tracy was a stunning woman. Her golden-streaked long blond hair reached her small waist. I had found an angel, according to the bright blue eyes that spoke to my heart. Instead, she proved to be a demon.

I was a big condom user at the time and didn't want to start a family. She told me she was pregnant when she presented me with a pregnancy test stick that had a few lines on it. With my kid!

Although I am aware that condoms aren't always effective, she had also informed me that she was getting a birth control shot. I was both shocked and incredulous, as anyone can imagine.

When I took Tracy to the doctor and stayed with her while she took the pregnancy test at the doctor's office, she was enraged. I immediately realized that the woman was attempting to coerce me into marriage when the test result was negative. I dumped her because I had no other option.

Additionally, I haven't wanted to interact with women for a long time after her. I'm not damaged. Simply put, I'm too busy to handle the responsibilities that come with being in a relationship.

I can find women at the club who want anything I do at the moment, from expressing aggression to cuddling and satisfying that need. And ever since I joined the club, no woman I've dated has asked for more from me than I can provide. What it is is a relief.

There are no games. We use innuendos, cat and mouse games, and outright lies to enter into turbulent relationships, and we communicate far more in our world than in the real one.

Society has taught women things that are contrary to their nature. It wasn't until I discovered the BDSM world that I realized that. They have been forced to think things like fighting hard to be superior to men, which is crazy.

Men and women are not the same. We have different reasons for being here. No one among us is superior to the others. Furthermore, one is not possible without the other. The natural order of things has been disrupted by society. For my part, I'm sick of putting up with women who oppose nature.

Not long after I started this lifestyle, I felt at ease. Arguments, manipulations, and flirting to get into a woman's underwear are all out of the question now. That is the past. As long as she doesn't belong to a man who wants her to be with him exclusively, I'm free to approach any woman in the club and be honest with her. She can choose whether or not to accept what I want to do with and to her.

If she is interested, we plan out our scene and go over every last detail of what we want to exchange. The preparation resembles foreplay. While talking about the specifics, one becomes lustful and hot. It can be difficult to keep our hands to ourselves while we express our desires. However, I would rather not make any physical contact until we enter our scene. It improves the session and creates anticipation.

I'm distracted from my thoughts by a knock on the darkly stained oak door leading to the private room. "Enter now."

Grant opens the door with a push. A tall, lithe brunette wearing a lot of makeup has his arm around her. This one here needs someone to keep an eye on us, Pierce. Are you game?

After getting out of bed, I put on my black lounge pants. Yes. Am I a quiet creeper or a boisterous audience member?

She says, "Loud," as I walk over to them. She looks into my eyes and pats my cheek. You are a looker, my dear. that body, too. Mmm.

I tell her, removing her hand from my face because I don't let her touch me until we're acting, "Baby, if you like what you see, we can discuss what you need soon."

My groin thuds as she whispers, "I need you."

"Before you and I discuss what you need, we'll see how well you handle what my friend dishes out." I move aside to let Grant guide the group to his intended destination.

Grant gives me a wink. If she's okay with it, maybe you could demonstrate your flogging technique on her. According to what I've heard, you've improved it over most Doms'.

I can tell that the woman would like that by the way she looks at me over her shoulder while wearing only a thin, white, silk robe.

"I can show you, of course."

"I am so excited," she purrs.

My throat tightens as I consider how she will soon feel. "We're going to take you to the Amber Zone, baby."