Chapter 51: Becoming Gideon’s submissive

Ivy’s pov

In a sex club, among several naked, writhing bodies, you can always trust that Gideon Knight would be fully clothed in a black suit, and this time he even had black gloves on.

Sweet lord in heaven. What would I have to do to see this man naked again?

He looked away from me, and the crimson glow of the club pulsed hotly around me, as well as the moans filling the air.

I was a moth drawn to a devastatingly beautiful flame, and that flame was Gideon. The stark black mask he had on only made his sapphire eyes burn even brighter.

He stood before the suspended woman, his fingers strumming her like she was a guitar and he was playing her chords.

He gave a light tug on the delicate chains connected to the clamps on her nipples and pussy lips, and the woman whimpered, her back arching beautifully.

Then, he added a fourth finger, his hand disappearing into her cunt up to the knuckles. The sight of it, of her cunt stretching to take four of his thick fingers, made my own pussy clench in a desperate ache.

A faint, glowing red line was painted on the floor, circling the entrance to the alcove like a barrier. I saw similar lines around other intimate posts and scenes scattered throughout the arena. I had no idea when my feet crossed over them.

"Breathe through it," Gideon commanded the woman, his voice a low, hypnotic growl that vibrated through the floor and up my spine, then dove straight back to my clit.

"You can take more. Give me more."

"Yes, sir," The woman panted, writhing, her head lolling forward, her body slick with sweat.

She was deep in it and lost while his sharp eyes were constantly monitoring her every twitch, every gasp.

My body came alive, a flush of heat blooming across my skin. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be the one strung up for him, the one he commanded, the one falling apart under his touch.

I had no idea I was moving until the cool air of the alcove brushed against my bare arms. I was inside the red line, my breath coming in short pants, my eyes fixed on them. I bit my lip, trying to swallow back the moans that threatened to escape me.

Gideon’s eyes snapped to mine.

The world fell away, and it was just us. His gaze pinned me in place, scanning my face before sliding down the rest of me. Without thinking, I dropped my head.

Please don’t recognize me. Please don’t.

His eyes stayed on me as he continued his ministrations, pushing his submissive right to the edge. He curled his fingers inside her, his thumb working her clit in relentless circles.

I was so close now, standing just beside the suspended woman, that I could see everything. I could see her pussy gushing around his fingers, her arousal coating his hand.

The submissive’s eyes, glazed and unfocused with pleasure, drifted towards me. The moment she registered my presence, the bliss on her face shattered, replaced by panic.

"Red!" she cried out, her voice thin and reedy. "Red!"

The moment the safe word left her lips, Gideon’s entire demeanor shifted. He straightened, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and began to murmur as he unstrapped her wrists.

"Shhh, it’s alright. You’re alright."

Relief washed over me, followed immediately by a hot, petty wave of jealousy. This woman wasn’t Tatianna, so that meant he and Tatianna weren’t exclusive.

I bit my lip hard, watching as he freed the woman. She fell forward, and he caught her in his arms, snatching a plush silk robe from a coat stand nearby and wrapping it around her.

I stood there not knowing what the hell I was supposed to do and just watched as he guided her past me, out of the alcove to a chaise lounge in the corner, speaking to her in low tones, his focus entirely on her, pressing a bottle of water into her hands and making sure she drank.

How could a man be so formidable one moment and so incredibly caring the next? The contradiction was so dizzying and such a huge turn-on. And this man was supposed to be a ruthless devil?

When he was sure the submissive was settled, he straightened up, eyes zeroing on me, and my stomach dropped. Shit, I had definitely done something wrong.

I need to get the hell out of- too late! He was coming back into the alcove! I swear his presence alone was filling the space with crackling energy.

He stopped before me, his tall frame blocking out the light, and nodded curtly towards the red line on the floor.

"Watchers stay outside the red line."

My gaze dropped to the glowing circle. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. "I-I’m sorry," I said, pitching my voice higher, making it soft and breathy so he wouldn’t recognize me.

I didn’t win the best drama-kid award in high school theatre for nothing now, did I?

"I didn’t know. I was just... mesmerized."

My eyes drifted down his body, and a thick lump formed in my throat at the sight of the hard, thick ridge of his cock straining against the fabric of his tailored trousers.

My own body pulsed in response, a deep, throbbing need that stole my breath. I wanted it. I wanted him so bad it hurt.

"Are you new?" he asked in the flattest, driest tone I had ever heard.

I nodded meekly.

"Regulars know you don’t interrupt a scene. Be more careful next time. Other Doms may not be as forgiving. They might see it as a reason to punish you."

My breath snagged in my throat. He turned to leave, and the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them.

"What... What if I don’t mind getting... punished?"

Gideon stilled, then slowly turned back to me. His eyes scrutinized me, hot and intense, from behind the black mask. "Is that what you want?"

This was it. There was no going back. I licked my lips, gliding my tongue over them slowly, pleased when his eyes followed the movement. Then my head swayed in a nod.

"Are you aware of what it means to be a submissive?"

I didn’t know shit. Once I left this place, I was going back to binge on Fifty Shades of Grey. "I am more than willing to learn," I gazed up at him. "If you will teach me."

He reached out, his fingers cool against my heated skin as he tilted my jaw up, his gaze assessing the line of my throat.

"Go to the counter. Change your mask to gold and come back to me."

Amen, Daddy.

My legs were shaking so badly I could barely walk. I made it back to the counter on unsteady feet, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The woman from earlier gave me a knowing look and handed me a delicate, frilly but snug gold mask. I secured it over my face, my fingers trembling.

When I returned to the alcove, Gideon was waiting with his arms crossed over his huge chest. Blue eyes flickered with surprise. Was he expecting me to run away?

The flicker disappeared once I stood in front of him, and the blank look in his eyes was back.

"Strip," he commanded.