Chapter Two - Sweet Rose

Jayce

I can’t help but smirk to myself because of how susceptible Rose is around me. I knew the second she walked into my office that she wouldn’t be able to resist me. I have a sixth sense for these things. I was intrigued the moment I laid eyes on her. She is gorgeous. The way her dark hair flows perfectly over her shoulders in waves. I like long hair on my women because there is more to grab, and I love to pull a woman’s hair when I have my way with them. It wasn’t what drew me to her the most, though, it was her crystal blue eyes. It isn’t a colour I’ve come across often. As for those damn curves of hers and long legs, those are bonuses.

“I know you said I can interview you later, but can I ask a couple of quick questions right now?” Remi asks, looking up at me with her brown eyes.

She is pretty too, but I prefer my woman dark-haired, rather than blonde, plus I don’t think she would be good with me. Something tells me she is a rule breaker.

“Sure, only two, but you need to make them quick because we will be reaching our first destination in only a matter of minutes,” I reply sternly, making sure she knows no more than two.

“Promise to be quick. First one, how long have you had this place, and secondly, what made you open a club like this one?”

“Three years, but I have been involved in this lifestyle for over ten. I opened the club because I wanted a safe place for people to go without fear and without being judged. I wanted somewhere for people to be who they are and participate in the things they enjoy. Questions answered, don’t ask anymore until I tell you to.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for answering,” Remi says sweetly, smiling brightly at me.

I turn my attention to Rose, beautiful, sweet Rose, and she is looking at the floor, fiddling with the material of her dress.

“Eyes up, Miss Rose.” My words come out firm, the way I intended.

Her head shoots up, making eye contact with me. “Sorry, S-sir.”.

I give her a cheeky smile. “I will forgive you, this time. Next time not so easily.”

Rose lets out a laugh, and oh my, what a beautiful laugh it was. “Thank you, Sir.”

I swear anytime she calls me Sir all the blood runs to my cock. I chuckle and give her a slight nod.

“Sir, sorry for bothering you, but you told me to find you when she was ready.”

I look up and see RJ. “No, you are okay. I would like you to meet a couple of people, RJ. This is Remi and Rose. They’re here for the in-depth interview. Ladies, this is RJ.”

RJ turns his attention to Remi, and I watch her eyes go wide. RJ smiles brightly at her. “Hello, Remi. It is a pleasure to meet you.” He offers his hand to her, which she takes.

“Um-y-you too,” she stutters.

RJ is a ladies’ man. Being Spanish the ladies seem to love his accent. It helps he is handsome. Tall and muscular with dark hair and green eyes. Remi is obviously attracted to him.

He smirks, knowing this before letting go of her hand. His eyes fall on Rose. I watch her closely to see her reaction to him.

“Hello, Rose, it is nice to meet you,” he says, and I catch him look her over.

“Thanks, you too.” She smiles vacantly, not seeming to be as affected by him like Remi.

He was staring at her a little too long for my liking. I don’t like it. I step in front of Rose, blocking his view. He steps back and I raise my brow at him. He holds his hand up, knowing without me having to say Rose is off limits.

“Kitty is waiting for you, Sir, in room two,” he says.

“Thanks. You can leave now,” I state firmly.

He says a quick goodbye to Remi and Rose, heading off.

“What is in room two?” Remi questions curiously.

“Our first stop of the tour. It is one of our punishment rooms.” We have a few, it depends on the punishment which room you end up in.

“P-p-punishment room?” Rose blurts out.

“Yes. Don’t worry, it isn’t anything severe. Room two is for lesser punishments, spanking, kneeling, hands tied, that sort of thing,” I tell her.

Kitty is a frequent visitor to the punishment room. She is a brat after all. She enjoys it. We have a few brats that attend the club. Personally, they aren’t for me. I rather my subs obey me, but a lot of Doms enjoy them.

Rose blushes. “Oh, okay. I am sure I can handle that, um, handle being in that room. I don’t mean I can handle those things happening to me. Well, actually I don’t know if I could, maybe. Oh God, I am going to shut up now.”

I open the door to the room and motion the girls to follow me in. Remi didn’t hesitate, but Rose did for a moment.

“Rose, come in,” I demand.

She does what I tell her. I close the door and turn around. Kitty is sitting in the corner of the room. She doesn’t look up, and she won’t until I tell her to.

“Kitty.” The second her name comes firmly from my lips her head shoots up.

“Come here.” She rushes over and stands in front of me, eyes to the ground. I place my fingers on her chin, tilt her head back, forcing her to meet my gaze. I can tell she is trying to hold back a smirk. “Will you ever learn to behave like a good girl?” I ask.

“I am sorry, Sir. I am trying,” she says innocently.

I grab her face. “I don’t think you are. I believe you enjoy disobeying your master and misbehaving.”

“I am, Sir.” Her eyes and smile tell me a different story.

“No, you are not. Get on your knees.”

She nods eagerly and drops to her knees in front of me. “See, you can be a good girl.”

Kitty glances up at me. “Yes, Sir. I am sorry.”

I walk around her. When I arrive behind her, I divert my attention to the girls. Remi seems intrigued. Rose meets my eyes, her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are filled with excitement and curiosity. I smirk at her. She is enjoying watching me being dominant.

“Hands behind your back, Kitty.”

She does what I ask. I walk over to the hangers on the wall and take one of the ropes from it. I stroll back over and bend down behind her. I skilfully tie her in a matter of seconds. I am a pro, after all. I tug on it and make sure it is tight enough. Kitty moans. She always loves to get tied up. I feel Rose’s eyes on me the entire time.

“You will stay in this position until your master or I tell you otherwise. Do you understand?” I hiss in her ear.

She shudders at my words. “Yes, Sir. I understand.” She pants.

I stroke her hair and praise her. “Good little.”

She whimpers. “Thank you, Sir. I promise to be good.”

I stand up straight and head over to the girls. “Time to leave.”

I open the door and hurry the girls out, closing it behind me.

“Damn! That was hot!” Remi blurts out.

I am not surprised by Remi’s reaction. She has been eager since she arrived here.

I smile at her. “You can always try it for yourself. Our community is very accepting and willing to help new people.”

“Maybe…” she trails off. I believe she is seriously considering it.

I turn to Rose. It is only when I am close to her again that I realize how heavy she is breathing. How much darker her eyes seem to be. “Tell me, Rose, did that scare you or turn you on?” I know the answer, but I am curious to hear how she will respond. If she even answers. I close the gap between us and wait for her reply. She swallows hard and struggles to keep eye contact with me.

“I-I-I don’t know,” she stammers out.

I place my hand on her arm, and she shivers. “Yes, you do. You just aren’t ready to admit it.”

Her eyes go wide, and she swallows hard. She opens her mouth to speak but then changes her mind and closes it. I wait patiently for her to talk. After a moment, though, she suddenly stands up straight and pulls herself together.

“You don’t know me or my thoughts,” she states firmly.

It would seem she has found her confidence or is at least pretended she has. I move my hand from her arm to her cheek. I stroke it with my finger.

I chuckle. “It is cute you think I’m going to believe you.”

Rose rolls her eyes at me, pulls away and goes to stand next to Remi. I laugh to myself and stroll over to join them.

“What’s next on the agenda, Sir?” Remi questions.

“You have an interview to do with one of Dommes. Rose is coming with me for a drink.”

I came up with the plan in my head a moment ago. I wanted time alone with her. Rose seems surprised then panics at my decision. Remi looks from me to Rose and smirks.

Rose huffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “Excuse me? I did not agree to this.”

“I wasn’t asking, beautiful.”

Rose goes to protest, but I give her a firm look, instead, she mutters under her breath and glares at me. Remi finds the entire thing amusing.

I give Remi directions on where she has to go. It is only down the corridor, and Roxy is waiting for her.

“Come with me, Rose.”

I offer her my hand. She eyes me suspiciously but takes it. I lead her back to my office. We can have a drink in there, where it is more private. I can feel the sweat on her palms. I wonder if she is always this nervous.

We enter my office, and I close the door behind us. Everyone knows not to disturb me if my door is closed.

I nod to the leather sofa in my office. “Sit. Do you want scotch, vodka, wine, or a beer?”

Rose does what I told her. “Um, a small white wine, please.”

I nod and pour her a glass of wine and myself a scotch from my bar. Yes, this is better, just her and I.