Sonja Madden felt out of place as she sat alone on the edge of the scening area while the celebration at Club Indigo continued. As the place where the local BDSM community gathered to play, it was her favorite hangout, but tonight, she wasn’t feeling a part of things. Something about the way the people around her kept falling in love was throwing her off balance. Sonja studied the proud and possessive way Jim was watching Paula, his new wife and submissive. She had never thought she needed a partner, but after seeing them together, Sonja wanted someone who couldn’t take his eyes off her, too. She longed for a soulmate, someone to share her life with and somebody who cared about how her day went. As she watched, Paula turned her head in Jim’s direction. Sonja loved how the newlyweds seemed to have an entire conversation with just a look that spoke of love, devotion, and promise. At that moment, nothing existed for the two of them except their connection.
That’s what I want! Why can’t I find it?
Sonja sighed and wondered if she should go home. It would be cold and empty since Snuggles was at the vet. He had been losing weight the last few months, and the doctor had found an abscessed tooth. Her black sweetheart had been operated on this morning. and because he was sixteen, they were keeping him for observation. Going home held no appeal but staying didn’t, either. For someone as goal-orientated as she was, it was strange to feel this indecisive.
Movement from the bar caught her eye. Chris was getting up from his barstool. Sonja had once lusted after the playful and handsome dominant, but it had never sizzled between the two of them and she had crossed him off her list for everything except occasional play. Now he led Yvonne to the St. Andrew’s cross in the main room. Yvonne had been helping out at The Sweet and Savory Table, the cafe Sonja owned with fellow club members Suzie and Connor, and Sonja naturally felt protective of her. Her mind drifted to her absent business partners and their relationship. After a couple of punishments at the club, Sonja had avoided the Scottish sadist. However, he was a great accountant and an unexpected bonus when she’d partnered up with Suzie. She was the most skilled baker Sonja had ever met and their business was doing better than ever.
The sounds of a flogger hitting flesh drew Sonja’s attention to the scene before her. She watched with rapt attention as Chris worked over the bound woman before him. He had taken off his shirt and his well-developed muscles flexed and tensed as he wielded his tools. The man had worked construction all his life, and there was nothing artificial about his physique. Sonja watched as Chris pressed his body against Yvonne’s back and snaked his arm to her front.
Is he fondling her breasts or stroking her pussy?
She couldn’t see from her position, but both thoughts made her hot. Knowing the blond hunk of a man, he was probably whispering something wicked in Yvonne’s ear that would heighten her arousal.
Chris stepped to his gym bag and retrieved a cane. Sonja winced. She enjoyed watching lighter impact play with floggers and even crops, but whips and canes were too much.
As Chris started to land measured strokes across Yvonne’s buttocks and thighs, Sonja looked away from the scene. It didn’t matter that subs had a safeword and the dominants here, even the sadists, would never break the skin, she’d rather not watch a caning or whipping, let alone receive one. Sonja was more into erotic play and D/s. She allowed her gaze to wander over the crowd. The festivities had not only brought Yvonne to the club but three other newcomers—a small woman whose outfit screamed Domme and two tall men, one dark and the other red-haired. From their dark slacks and dress-shirts, she suspected they were dominants as well. Ordinarily, she would be among the first to introduce herself, but she didn’t have the energy tonight. When was the last time she didn’t want to meet new people?
A keening cry followed by a commotion had her turning back to the scene as Kate, the dungeon monitor for the evening, rushed past her to assist Chris. Sonja went from mildly interested to deeply worried as Kate helped Chris lower a now limp Yvonne to the ground and turn her on her side. Her stomach dropped as she recognized the recovery position from her high school first aid classes. This would make breathing easier for the girl, and it would still be possible to monitor her.
What the hell is wrong? Should I call 911?
That was a stupid thought since the club didn’t allow cell phones in the play areas. She had to do something, though. Sonja surged to her feet, intent on helping. Before she managed to take more than three steps, she was halted by a firm hand on her shoulder. Sonja turned around to give the man, whoever he was, her patented death glare and came face to face with one of the new guys. Serious hazel eyes and a strong, unyielding jawline confirmed her earlier suspicion; at least, this latest addition to Club Indigo was as dominant as they came.