Free Zeck by Khloe Wren Page B

How’d you know this place was here?”
    “How you think?”
    Before he could explain more a tall, curvy woman
strolled straight up to him. I stood mesmerized as she gracefully fell to her
knees in front of the Russian.
    “Evening, Sir. How may I serve you?”
    A grin curved my lips as excitement buzzed through my
veins. Jas was a fucking Dom, and he’d brought me to a kink club. I wasn’t so
naive to have never heard of BDSM. After overhearing my sister wax poetic over
some book she’d read, I’d secretly borrowed it from her to see what all the
fuss was about. My curiosity was piqued, but I hadn’t taken it further. I could
just imagine what Phillip, our manager, would do if I was caught whipping some
chick. It would make Dillon knocking up Ashlyn seem droll.
    I chuckled when the woman preened and purred as Jas
ran a hand over her head.
    “Rise, myshka .”
    As the woman rose, I spoke to Jas.
    “What did you just call her?”
    “Little mouse. Endearment in Russian.”
    A soft smile formed on her face. Apparently, she liked
the name.
    “Follow me.”
    I had no idea if Jas was talking to me or his little
mouse, but I didn’t know what else to do so I followed him over to a couple of
low couches surrounded by large floor cushions.
    “Sit, Zeck . Observe for
while.”
    He whispered into the woman’s ear, and she trotted off
toward the bar as I sat down.
    “You’ve been here before haven’t you?”
    “Paris is not so far from England. Whenever in town I
come. Jane is American, so she like Dom who speak English.”
    I had to laugh.
    “But dude, you’re Russian!”
    With a low chuckle, he shrugged.
    “She like Russian accent.”
    Jane returned with two beers and handed us one each.
As I took my first mouthful, she lowered to her knees again and leaned against
Jas’s leg. Jas started up with the petting thing he’d done earlier, and Jane’s
body relaxed as she sighed. Pulling my focus away from her I glanced around the
large space to see what else was going on. My attention caught on a beautiful, lush
woman wearing only a lacy blue g-string over her curvy body being tied up. Her
Dom was wrapping golden rope, which matched her hair color, around her nude
body with precise movements and tying knots faster than a Boy Scout could. Her
arms were behind her back and her large round breasts were thrust out as her
Dom framed them with the rope. I moved my pelvis trying to give my dick more
room. Damn, but that woman was hot. My mouth watered as I imagined what it
would be like to suckle on her pretty pink nipples.
    “Evening, gentlemen. Welcome back, Jas. I see you
brought a guest tonight. Mind if I join you for a while?”
    My mind cleared of lust, and I focused on the
newcomer. I was a little stunned at the man’s flawless English. He had only a
slight accent. He was clearly French, but at a guess he’d spent at least a
couple of years in the UK, or maybe the US.
    “Of course. As we discussed, I brought Krys to come see if he like.”
    I smiled as Jas called me by my middle name. Another
part of the disguise. The man let rip with a loud burst of laughter.
    “I’ve missed your sense of humor, Jas. My club is
filled with beautiful submissives being pleasured by
their Doms . What’s not to like, my friend?”
    Smirking, I relaxed into my seat, instantly liking the
club owner.
    “It’s a great looking club you have. What do I call
you?”
    I didn’t want to break any Dom code or anything. I
already liked the look of this place and really didn’t want to get booted out
the door.
    “My name is Brian, but mostly I am called Monsieur
here. So, you think this is something you’d like to learn more about?”
    “Definitely. To be honest I’d gotten interested in
BDSM a year or so ago but didn’t want to risk the publicity of looking into
it.”
    Brian nodded toward me.
    “That I can understand. My club here is exclusive and
private. Everything that happens beneath my roof is consensual, and there is
also a