Chapters One & Two

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Chapter One

“Hya, Joe.”

Stepping into the new club’s location in Seattle’s Queen Anne district, Lilly paused on the threshold to get the feel of the place. “Long time no see.” Then went to the bar counter.

“From Halloween ‘till after Easter!” The handsome young man grinned broadly before wiping another glass. “Who’d have thought it would take Kelso so long to open at the new location?”

The bartender was tall, with a mass of light-brown hair that shone every time it caught the glitters from the crystals lined up in a shelf above the sink.

“You know he had no choice. Not after the fire…” One giant inferno was more like it. “Wiped out his old place.” And on Halloween night, too.

“Kelso was lucky no one died on his hands.” Joe sounded bitter. “Or he’d have never gotten permission to reopen.”

“But he had to change neighborhood.” From Capitol Hill to Queen Anne—it was quite a move. “And name.” She remembered seeing a different one above the front entrance. “It’s not the Reckless Dom. It’s…” Only now she couldn’t quite remember what it was.

“We’re The Dungeon now.” From Joe’s assured tone, Lilly knew he liked the new name.

Then again, it couldn’t have been more appropriate. Dark, murky, sinister—the place already looked Count of Monte Cristo style, straight out of Victor Hugo’s famous prison tale.

The Bastille also came to mind, the place where Louis XIV jailed his opponents, then threw away the key.

At The Dungeon modern-day club, small gray bricks made up the walls, with attachments for shackles positioned every few feet at varying heights. It was so impressively similar to those medieval detention centers that the walls gave the sensation of exuding non-existent humidity. Just like in a French stronghold. Torches furthered the illusion, also ‘cause illumination was too low to tell the difference. At least until someone turned it up all at once.

Shifting her gaze, Lilly noticed an elegant archway separating the bar and entrance from the large play chamber, where a couple of housekeepers were giving the finishing touches. “It’s twice the size of what the other was.”

With lights fully on, it didn’t give the impression the name suggested. Still, The Dungeon Club was pure BDSM. No doubts about it.

“Yeah, and better equipped, too.” Joe glanced at the huge floor.

There was plenty of space for members to play their scenes. And for everybody to watch from the couches and private spots, which looked a lot cozier than in the last location.

“Now we got the Pen, too.”

“The Pen?” Puzzled, Lilly followed Joe’s gaze to the opposite side of the chamber.

A Saint Andrew's cross. A sling. A metal cage. A restraint system for crouching positions. A more rudimentary one for lying positions. Also smotherboxes and queening chairs for long sittings of Dom’s oral stimulation. Plenty of chains and shackles to strap subs in. Not to mention an abundance of ceiling hooks. And of toys lying on a very long table to a side.

“You mean that area over there?” She indicated the array of furniture, gadgets and toys.

“Yeah.” Joe nodded. “That will make The Dungeon Club really famous.”

“Why, isn’t it already?” To her knowledge, Kelso’s establishments had the best reputation in the Seattle area. “Does it still have the private rooms, too?”

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