Davis stands very close to me so he can talk without disrupting the scene. “So this particular woman is more like Eve than Britney. She really likes to get spanked, but it’s not sexual for her. It’s cathartic. Like a massage.”
I watch closely as the Dom peppers the sub’s butt with a steady stream of swats. He covers every inch of her skin so that a pink glow rises on her upper thighs and all over her cheeks, much like Davis did to Britney after dinner Tuesday night.
The woman is secured to the spanking bench, her wrists and ankles cuffed so that she can’t escape. Her only movement is a slight wiggle back and forth. Her lips are parted and her face is relaxed.
I turn to Davis as he motions for us to step away from the scene.
He leads me to the break room where we sit on one of the sofas and turn to face each other. “Questions?” he asks.
I glance around, but no one else is in the room, so I feel confident I can speak candidly. “Turns out it’s not going to be that way between Eve and me. When she submits to me, it’s sexual. I get that it’s not like that with other Doms for her, but it is when she’s with me.”
Davis smiles. “Have you spanked her yet?”
“No. I wanted to wait until after tonight. I feel like I need to watch several more times and get a better education first.”
“Good plan. How about if we secure a private room for later and then I can go with you and help you the first time.”
“That would be great. If Eve doesn’t mind.”
Davis chuckles. “I can tell you a few things about Eve. One, she doesn’t mind who watches her. She has been spanked in front of the entire club many times. Two, she would want you to have every possible tool at your disposal, including solid instruction. And three…” He wiggles his brows.
I widen my eyes. “What?”
“Based on what you’ve told me, she’s already under your control. Do you really think she would turn down the opportunity?”
I smile, then chuckle. “Good point.”
Roman steps into the room. “Ah, there you are. I saw Eve and Britney in the daycare when I dropped off Lucy, so I figured you two were around here somewhere.”
“Thank you again for allowing me access to the club.”
“No problem. This is important.” He sobers. “By the way, Julius and I looked over the picture Davis sent us. Neither of us recognizes the man.”
Davis nodded. “I showed it to Blade too. He’s never seen the guy either.”
I sigh. “One step forward. Two steps back.”
Davis glances past me as someone else enters the room. He smiles. “Speak of the devil.”
I turn to see Blade coming toward us. The man is tall. Six-three. Dark hair, cut short. Dark eyes. I figure he’s at least partly Hispanic. He holds out a hand. “Good to see you again. Though I hate the circumstances.”
I shake his hand. “Yes. You too. Do you go by Blade in the club?”
His eyes dance. “Nope. Around here, I’m Master Andres.”
I nod. “Good to know.”
“Not a big deal. Most people in all walks of life call me Blade.”
Davis chuckles. “It’s impossible for me to think of him as anything other than Blade. I tend to not notice when I hear Andres.”
I smile. “Trust me, I’ve had so many pseudonyms over the years that I barely know who I am anymore.”
Blade claps a hand on my shoulder. “I’ll be low-key around here tonight, but rest assured I will keep my eyes peeled on everyone who comes through the door. If they even so much as glance wrong at Eve, I’ll let you know.”
“Appreciate it.”
“On that note, just ignore me. I’ll catch up later.” He turns and leaves the room.
I’m glad to have Davis’s boss on my team. Another set of eyes is always welcome. And I know how the man feels about human trafficking. Of all possible crimes he finds himself investigating, that one really gets under his skin. It does all of us.
Roman motions over his shoulder. “You want to see the daycare?”
“Yes. Thank you.” I wipe my hands on my thighs. I hope I don’t appear half as nervous as I feel.
Davis follows us as we head down a hallway toward the elusive daycare all of them have mentioned. I’m stunned and amazed. It’s exactly like a daycare would be anywhere except that everyone in the room is an adult in a role.
The room is large and divided into many sections with a variety of activities. There are three walls. Where we’re standing is more like a fence. It makes up the entire fourth wall and allows people on this side to watch while pretending to keep the occupants safe from escaping.
I spot Eve quickly, and my breath catches in my throat. She’s wearing a lavender dress. It’s very youthful, barely reaches below her bottom, and will flare out like she enjoys if she spins. I smile as I remember her designating such dresses as twirl dresses and wonder what she’s wearing underneath tonight.
She’s sitting at a small table with two other littles. The dress is not tucked under her. It’s hanging off the back and sides of the chair. She has on white knee socks and white patent leather shoes too. Her hair is in the usual pigtails she has worn at home a few times.
The woman across from her is Britney who looks equally young. I’m not sure who the other woman is, but I don’t have to wait long. Roman points toward her and says, “That’s Lucy. My little.”
“Ah.” Lucy is even shorter than Eve and very petite. She’s also dressed similarly. “How long have you two been together?” I ask him.
“It will be seven years in May,” he responds.
“Wow. That’s amazing.”
Roman chuckles. “It wasn’t easy at first.
