(Master Clark pictured above, song is 'Use Somebody' by Kings of Leon)

Chapter 24  Don't Let Go

Chris 

"I'll take a rum and coke," I tell Scotty who looks at me with a raised brow.

"Don't you get into enough trouble when you're sober?" He asks and I laugh sarcastically.

"Don't you know to keep your nose out of people's business? No? Well learn, give me a rum and coke," I repeat making him sigh.

"Fine it's your ass on the line, literally, not mine." He shrugs while quickly making my drink.

"Thanks for your concerns," I reply with a fake smile and take my drink before leaving.

I make my way to the dance floor, joining Tommy and Tai. Looking towards the table, it's not a surprise to see Ashton and Payton just sitting there. They never dance, well Payton sometimes gets pulled along. I haven't seen Ashton dance since that day...a long time ago. He stopped doing a lot of things after that. Shaking my head, I turn back to the person in front of me and continue dancing while sipping my drink. Whoever the hell this is, they know how to shake their ass. I grind my crotch into their swaying ass making them throw their head back onto my shoulder with a gasp. A smirk tugs at my lips as I close my eyes and lose myself to the erotic beat blasting through the speakers.

After what feels like hours, I'm sweaty and in need of another drink. I shoulder my way through the packed dance floor and head back towards the bar. Having already had a few shots and mixed drinks, I decide to get a water if I want any chance of getting laid tonight. It's one of the biggest rules in the club, all parties engaging in sexual activities must be sober and clearly consenting. The fact that everything is starting to spin is a sign that it's time to switch to water. After grabbing a cold bottle of H2O and a glass full of ice, I make my way back to our table.

"Where did they go?" I ask no one in particular when I return to the table that's missing Ashton and Payton.

"Payton is talking to Daddy in his office. He told me earlier he was going to call for Payton tonight and that was almost thirty minutes ago," Lane shrugs, appearing from nowhere, while plopping down and waving a passing waiter over. "Hey cutie, let me get a tequila on the rocks please."

"Sure thing, I'll be right back with that," she nods and walks away.

"No, I don't want anything. Thanks for asking!" I grumble making Lane laugh as I sit down.

"You have a drink in your hand Chris what are you talking about?" He snickers and I look down at the water before shrugging. "You're awfully moody lately, what's wrong?" He asks with an amused smile but I can see worry in his eyes causing me to huff.

"I'm fine," I shrug and he raises a brow but doesn't comment.

"Excuse me Lane, Master Matthias just called for you, he's waiting in his office." The girl getting his drink says while putting it down.

"Oh yeah? He must be done with Payton and needing some relief. See you later...probably not if I have a say in things." Lane winks before taking his drink and leaving the showroom.

I sit back and huff. Now what the hell am I supposed to do? Where the fuck is Ashton? He better not have left early! Knowing him, he probably did. I let my eyes scan the showroom and they widen in shock as I see Payton get led into the room by Master Kael. Fuck, he's so sexy. I follow them with my gaze until they both disappear into the main VIP area where Master Matthias and his group are usually sitting. Fuck! Go Pay! He loses his virginity now he's with a sexy ass Dom. I bite my lip as I shift in my seat carefully reminding myself that my ass is still healing from the punishment Master Lucien gave me.

"Chris, come dance!" I hear and look over to see Jacobi swaying his hips to the beat.

"Yeah Chris, you're looking awfully lonely," Dylan says while pulling me off my chair and onto the dancefloor.

"Where did all your friends go?" Jacobi asks while draping his arm over my shoulders.

"Hell if I know," I grumble while grabbing his waist with one hand and swaying to the beat of the erotic music.

"We'll we're both here so not all his blokes are gone!" Dylan giggles while spinning around and swaying his ass against my hip.

"How much have you had to drink?" I ask amused because his British slang only comes out when he's been drinking.

"Enough to get me into trouble!" He blurts out before bursting out in laughter as Jacobi and I exchange a look.

"I'll be back Chris, Dylan let's get you to your Master before he finds you stripping without his consent," Jacobi tells Dylan who smiles drunkenly.

"Master loves when I give him a strip show, especially when I'm wearing my lace panties and heels," Dylan giggles making me snicker as Jacobi bites his lip.

"That's nice, let's go, I have to get back to the bar anyway, my break is almost over," he mumbles and rolls his eyes at me as he leads Dylan away.

I go to take a sip but see that my glass is already empty. With a groan, I head back to the bar and put my glass down. Scotty sashays over, obviously giving his Dom who is at the bar watching a show as he makes his way over to me. I tell him to give me a Sprite which he happily does as I sit on a vacant stool. This night is turning out to be a bust. My friends disappeared, I'm not drunk and I haven't gotten laid in like two weeks. Master Richard who is also a doctor told me it'd be best not to have sex until I'm completely healed. It's not like my ass is torn or anything. When the cane broke against my skin it sliced open my ass cheek, nothing too serious. I didn't even need stitches and it's healing fine. But when Master Richard gave the suggestion to Master Matthias who was overlooking my care, he made it a point to tell me I'm not to play until Master Richard gives me the all clear. I look at the clock behind the bar seeing it's already past one in the morning. If I don't get moving I'll be going home with blue balls as my only company.

"Fuck it, I'm going," I grumble to myself while getting up and leaving the showroom.

The music is muffled as soon as the door closes behind me. I look up at the bouncer who guards the showroom door and he nods back. He's cute but not my type so I just nod and head towards the locker room. As I pass the lobby, I look down the hall when I hear a door open and freeze. Master Gideon leads Ashton out of his playroom, heavily supporting his weight. Even from down the hall I can see Ashton's legs shaking and if it wasn't for Master Gideon's arm around his waist I'm sure Ashton would drop to the ground. Neither of them notice me watching because as soon as the playroom door closes, locking automatically, Master Gideon swoops Ashton off his feet and carries him down the back staircase that leads to the parking lot. First Tai, then Payton and now Ashton. Yet I'm over here with a severe case of blue balls.

Fucking hell, maybe I should just look for someone at a regular club. Master Matthias never said anything about that. Or maybe...no I can't. I'm in no shape to go down to the dungeon. Master Matthias probably warned them down there anyways. I turn back towards the showroom and bite my lip. I saw Master Clark in there earlier, maybe he's still here. Or maybe he's balls deep in another Sub. My hands curl into fists and I roll my eyes before turning and heading towards the dungeon. I don't have to have sex, I just need to submit to someone. It's an itch that needs to be scratched, badly. I nod at Cindy who is sitting at the desk and she smiles before looking behind me. Jogging down the steps, I open the door and step into the hall lined with more playrooms.

"What are you doing Chris?" I hear as I grab the door leading down to the dungeon.

"What does it look like?" I ask without turning around and pull open the door.

His hand slams it shut and his chest presses me against the cold metal door as he replies, "It looks like you're about to do something very, very stupid."

"So now I'm stupid?" I scoff while turning around and glaring up at Master Clark.

"No, I never said you were stupid did I? No I did not, I said what you were about to do was stupid. Which is a shame because you and I both know you are smarter than that," he says calmly, not at all bothered by the distance, or lack of, in between us.

"What are you? My keeper," I roll my eyes and watch as his jaw clenches.

"No, but I am someone who cares for you and your well being," he replies making me cross my arms over my chest.

"Well I'm fine, thanks for asking," I smile sarcastically before turning around and try to open the door but his hand keeps it firmly shut.

"Actually, I never asked if you were fine or not," he chuckles making me glare at the door.

"Master Clark, I'd appreciate it if you moved your hand," I say as politely as possible.

"Why are you going down there Chris? You haven't been cleared to play," he states in his annoyingly sexy voice. Fucker.

"Nobody is required to play to enter the dungeon. Maybe I want to watch a scene," I retort and yelp as he grabs my arm and spins me around before pinning me to the door.

"You're lying, it's so easy to tell Chris. You don't want to be labelled a liar in this lifestyle. It'll get you nowhere fast," he warns, his face a breath away from mine. "You were going back to them."

I look down at his disappointed accusation and he steps away from me. The warmth wafting off his toned body disappears and I'm left feeling cold. I suddenly feel small as I feel his disappointed gaze burning into me. My hands curl into fists at my side as I bite my lip. He has no right to act all high and mighty, as if he can judge me. He can't, we fucked twice and now he's acting as if he knows me. My fists shake at my sides as I glare down at the ground. He's pacing, even without looking up I can tell. I feel him moving from side to side. Looking up, I see him pinching the bridge of his nose as I stand there silently.

"Come, we need to talk in a more private setting," he says and I raise a brow.

"What makes you think I want to be alone with you?" I ask making him get all up in my personal space again.

"Either you come with me or I let Master Matthias know what you were about to do," he threatens and I swallow my scream of frustration, instead I smile sarcastically.

"Why lead the way almighty Master Clark," I bow dramatically but yelp when he grabs my hand and drags me down the hall.

"You have a mouth on you that I wouldn't mine training to keep shut," he grumbles while pressing his thumb into the scanner of his playroom door.

"I've been trained already, thanks for the offer though," I scoff and he motions me into the room when the door opens.

"Clearly not enough, I wonder why Matthias granted your membership. You're like a spoiled child in the body of a young man. It's quite annoying," he says casually as I glare at him.

"If you find me sooo annoying why the hell am I here?" I ask angrily as he slams the door shut behind him making me jump.

"Like I said, I care about your well-being. Why are you doing this to yourself Christopher?" He questions while stalking forward and I step back repeatedly until my legs hit something and I find myself on a large bed with Master Clark looming over me.

"Doing what?" I whisper warily and he grabs my shirt before literally ripping it apart. "What the hell?!"

"This, why do you put yourself through this?" He asks while pressing his hand over the healing scar from the electroshock Master Lucien did on me.

"Because I like it," I reply while pushing his hand away and sitting up.

"Do you really?" He probes and steps back letting me get back on my feet.

"Of course I do, I wouldn't go down to the dungeon if I didn't like pain." I scoff and grab my ripped shirt. "You owe me a new shirt, this cost thirty bucks."

"Enjoying pain during sex and abuse are not the same things," he states while walking over to the closet and grabbing a shirt.

"I know that," I mutter to myself as he tosses the shirt on the bed.

"Then you know what Lucien and the three others did to you was way out of line. Yet you're ready to go crawling back to them so quickly," he accuses and I look down. "Don't you see what you're doing to yourself Christopher?"

"I'm getting laid, that's what I'm doing. It's something everyone in this club is doing," I reply casually and he grabs my chin before forcing my head up so we're staring at each other.

"If you simply wanted to get laid you don't have to go down to the dungeon for that. Chris, you aren't a hard-core masochist. You may like some pain, but you don't like the shit those four do to you," he whispers and I pull back while pushing him away.

"How the hell would you know that?! You don't fucking know me! You don't know what I fucking like or can handle. All you want is to fuck me, you've said so before. All I'm good for is a quick fuck, I'm not worth the headache! Remember telling me that?" I shout and he frowns.

"You have me mixed up with someone else because those words never came from me. I respect my partners, I'm not the type of man that has to degrade others to feel secure and comfortable in my own skin," he spits out as if I offended him which I definitely did. "If you liked what they did, you wouldn't hide your body. Masochists proudly show off their bruised and beaten bodies, they are slaves to their Master. They wouldn't dream of hiding the evidence of their Master's dominance. So why, when you're always shirtless, have you been wearing a shirt since those four punished you? To hide your healing wounds, to make sure nobody can see what they did to you."

"You don't know anything. I'm not ashamed of what they did, I'm not ashamed of my wounds. I loved it, I loved the feel of that cane breaking against my skin, of the shocks running through my body," I grit out as he steps closer.

"I do know something. I know that I miss the crazy, loudmouthed young man that used to run through the showroom as if it were a playground," he whispers and I roll my eyes that begin to burn.

"You don't know me," I mumble and turn around but his arms wrap around my waist and keep me pinned to him.

His lips press against my shoulder blade where a healed whip mark lays embedded in my skin forever and I feel his lips move as he whispers, "I want to though."

My chin quakes and I suck in a sharp breath as my eyes fill with tears that quickly spill over my cheeks. I cover my face with my hands as a sob breaks through and more quickly follow. My legs crumble beneath me but Master Clark catches me before I can fall. His strong arms keep me from falling and I feel him pick me up before I'm placed on his lap. He guides my face into the crook of his neck and I wrap my arms under his armpits and over his shoulders as he hugs me to him tightly. My body shakes with sobs as his hand glides up and down my back soothingly, his whispered words of comfort calm me slowly. It was all a lie, he does know. He knows me so well already and that terrifies me. How could he see me so easily?

"Just let it out, I'm here for you Pup. I won't let anyone hurt you," Master Clark whispers softly as I hiccup into his neck and despite my awful mood, a smile pulls at my lips at the pet name.

"M-Master Clark, may I ask you a question?" I ask and since my lips are brushing his neck I feel him swallow.

"Yes of course Pup," he replies as I close my eyes.

"Is your last name Kent? It'd be fitting since you're like my Superman tonight," I whisper and smile as he bursts out laughing.

"No my last name is not Kent. My last name is Duval, though I wouldn't mind being your Superman tonight and tomorrow night, the night after that," he chuckles as his hand continues gliding up and down my spine.

"I guess Superman got a pup," I mutter with a sigh and soak in the feelings of his lips against my skin when he presses a kiss to my temple.

Ashton

"Aren't you even a tiny bit nervous?" Chris asks as I step into my boots and I shake my head.

"Should I be nervous?" I question while looking at him making him roll his eyes.

"Master Gideon invited you to dinner after practically fucking you unconscious the other night. He's most likely going to bring up a contract, that's something to be nervous about," he says, but I shake my head again.

"No, it shouldn't be something I'm nervous about. I have no reason to be nervous around Master Gideon. I'm comfortable around him, it's something that I think is very important in this type of relationship. How can you give someone control over your body and mind if being around them makes you nervous? You can't, it wouldn't work. So no, I'm not nervous. You can say I'm a bit excited," I reply and he snickers.

"The excitement is all over your face," he tells me, sarcasm dripping from his voice and I sigh.

"Tell me why you're here again?" I ask while sitting on the edge of my bed and tying the laces of my boots.

"As your best friend, it's my duty to see you off on your first official date with this guy," he scoffs and I decide not to comment about the fact that this is like the fourth time Gideon and I have gone out together.

"Whatever you say Chris," I mutter while standing up and grabbing my sweater.

I pull it over my head and walk into the tiny bathroom. Running my hand through my damp hair, I stop only when it's perfect in that messy way. A sigh escapes me as I look at myself in the mirror. All day people have been looking at me differently, as if they know what I did. James actually said I have a 'twinkle' in my eyes and an extra 'pep in my step'. I didn't have a pep, I was limping because my ass, back and legs were sore and they still are. Reaching up, I pull down the neck of my sweater and gaze at the large hickey Master Gideon left on the base of my neck. I skim my fingers over the mark and can practically feel him sucking on my neck harshly. Closing my eyes, I think back to last night and the immense pleasure that man brought upon my body and mind...

"Show me, please," I beg shamelessly while he presses his front to my hips, letting me feel his exposed cock, hot and hard against me.

"I will, be patient boy," he whispers before his tongue sweeps over my earlobe.

I bite my lip as he begins to pepper kisses down my neck. A gasp escapes my lips as his teeth nip at the skin just above my collar bone before he begins to kiss his way down my neck, his hands groping my ass repeatedly. I drop my head back against the cross as he toys with my nipples until they're hard as rock under his talented tongue and hand. With the blindfold covering my eyes, I can only imagine the way Gideon looks as he kisses down my torso until I feel his breath fanning my throbbing cock.

My stomach clenches as I feel his tongue lick the bead of pre-cum on my cock. His lips close around the head and my nails dig into my palms as he begins to suck me off. My head smacks against the cross and I groan as he practically sucks my soul out through my cock. His hands pin my hips back when I try to thrust into his mouth. The grip is tight, a silent warning not to do that again and I grit my teeth as he quickly bobs his head up and down my shaft. His tongue licking it like a dripping ice cream cone and with the heat of the room, I feel like a melting one. His teeth gently scrape down my cock as he pulls back and a shiver runs through my body at the feel.

"Sir, please," I gasp and my back arches when he nips at the tip of my cock.

"You have such a nice cock Ashton, such a nice color and the perfect size for you. Your balls are heavy and hard in my palm. You like me playing with your balls don't you? Yeah you do, I can tell because your breathing hitches and accelerates whenever I grab them." He chuckles while fondling my sac and I moan with no shame.

"Fuck, yes Sir I love when you play with them," I mumble before groaning when he takes one into his mouth.

I feel drunk off the pleasure, my mind is beginning to get hazy as his hands and mouth work me closer to the edge. It's been so long since I've been the bottom, I forgot how amazing being teased and played with can feel. This is my first scene with a Dom, I can't wait for more as long as they're with Master Gideon. I feel his large hands glide across my chest as he leaves open mouth kisses up my torso and all over my neck. His hand grips my chin and cheeks before turning my head to the side as he nips all over my neck. I can feel his hard throbbing cock against mine and grind to get some form of relief but he pulls back.

"No, no, have patience my boy. All in good time," he chuckles as my body shakes in anticipation.

"Please Sir," I plead with him as his hands squeeze my ass before he smacks it making me moan.

"Call me Master," he growls into my ear causing me to suck in a quick breath.

"Please Master, I want you. I need you," I beg before his lips crash over mine.

His kiss is hard, fast and dominating from the start. Master Gideon's hands grip my hips with bruising force as he kisses me as if the world was ending around us. I gasp into the kiss as he grinds himself against me letting me feel the full length of him. Kissing him back, our tongues tangle around each other but Master Gideon quickly takes control of the kiss once again. I submit with a needy whimper, he's turning me into a needy bitch in heat. His hands glide up my sides then my arms before I feel the cuffs unlock. My arms drop around his shoulders and I pull him closer as we continue kissing.

"I'm going to guide you to the bed now to start the sensory play Ashton. How are you feeling so far?" He asks after unlocking my ankle cuffs.

"Needy and wanting," I admit shamelessly and hear him chuckle softly as he grabs my elbow.

"But you're comfortable with continuing yes?" He questions further.

"Yes Master, without a doubt," I reply quickly and he stops before grabbing my face, his lips pressing against mine gently.

"Good boy," he whispers making me smile as he takes my hand.

I get pulled down and muffle my yelp of surprise when I find myself bent over what feels like his lap. His hand caresses my ass and I feel my face turn red at my current position despite my earlier pleads for him. Master Gideon gives my ass a gentle smack before rubbing it again. The next smack comes down harder but not enough to hurt at all. It becomes a quick pattern: rub, smack, rub, smack. Each one comes down harder and in a different spot. Soon my ass begins to throb and I let out a strangled moan as his hand slams into the lower part of my ass, part of his hand getting my balls making a sharp pain shoot through me.

"Your ass is a beautiful bright red Ashton. Just looking at it makes my mouth water. I can feel it throbbing against my hand. Fuck, I can't wait to feel it as I pound into you." Master Gideon moans as his hand soothes away some of the pain.

He tells me to stand up and I do so on shaky legs but I'm quickly laid out on the bed. My hands and ankles get tied so I'm spread eagle, open and ready for him. My chest heaves and my cock aches in need. Master Gideon kisses all over my body, his lips leaving heated trails over my flushed skin. His lips skim over my crotch and I bite back the shout of frustration as I pull at the cuffs around my wrists. His nails dig into my thighs making me hiss as his beard rubs against my oversensitive appendage. My ass is still throbbing so when he grabs it and squeezes I moan at the pain but pleasure it sends through my body. I can feel him straddle my waist, his large balls resting over my cock as the head of his presses against my stomach.

"You're being such a good boy Ashton. I'm so proud," he whispers while kissing up my chest.

"Your good boy Master, I'm your good boy," I reply and gasp when he bites down on my nipple.

"Yes, all mine," he says possessively before something clamps down on my hard nipples. "Now, let's begin shall we?"

Begin? If he didn't start yet what the fuck was all that? Pre-foreplay?! I lick my lips quickly as sweat dots my forehead. Something soft glides over my flushed skin making me gasp in surprise. It runs down my arms, chest, to my legs and back up. I bite my lip to keep from laughing at the tickling sensation because I'm ticklish just about anywhere. My body begins to jerk as I bite down on my tongue and my jaw clenches. But the soft material disappears just as fast as it appeared making me sigh in relief yet disappointment. Master Gideon shifts forward, his cock rubbing against my stomach and my ass clenches just thinking of that heavy hot cock deep inside of me.

"Where are you Ashton?" Master Gideon asks suddenly and I lick my lips before answering.

"I'm ready for more Master," I tell him knowing he's asking where I'm at mentally and emotionally, not physically.

"Good boy," he whispers before pecking my lips as my chest swelling in pride. "We're going to move onto the ice play now."

He moves off me and I immediately miss his weight pinning me down. I take a calming breath, but it does nothing. My heart is practically slamming against my ribcage as I wait with baited breath. Ice play is something I've always wanted to try. It looks so sensual and so sexy, I'm glad it's what Master Gideon suggested. We had talked about what I wanted to try in conversation before and I had mentioned ice play. Is that why he suggested it? His warm lips press against my stomach, just under my belly button and I sigh at the warmth coming from his mouth. He leaves open mouthed kisses around my navel before his tongue dips into my belly button making me gasp. Fuck, that tongue of his will be the death of me!

Suddenly, an ice cube gets placed directly on my belly button making me gasp loudly. It's so fucking cold especially after Master Gideon warmed the area with his mouth. It's so cold, it burns. I grit my teeth as he begins to drag it around my lower stomach with his mouth. His warm lips guide the ice cube around and I feel my eyes begin to get heavy. I pant in need, for what I don't even know anymore. My body goes lax against the bed as my mind blanks out and I give into the feelings Master Gideon is bestowing onto my body. I'm hot and cold all over, his warm hands trailing after the ice that leaves trickles of water all over me. It spills over my sides and onto the bed, it spills down into my pubic hair and pulsing erection. I feel ready to explode yet I feel as if I don't even have the strength to cum. The blindfold suddenly gets pulled off and I gaze into Master Gideon's dilated eyes, the black almost completely shadowing the hazel.

"Ashton, are you okay?" He asks as he hovers over me and I glance down to notice he's stroking himself, his cock glistening with lube.

"I need you inside me Master, please," I beg softly while looking up at him. "The need I have for you hurts, it's an ache only you can soothe. Please Master, I'm begging you."

"I'm going to take care of you Little One, don't you worry," he says before kissing down my body.

Master uncuffs my ankles and pushes my legs up until they're resting on his shoulders. My jaw goes lax as he practically dives into my ass like a man starved. His tongue thrusts inside me causing a moan to escape me as he begins to nibble, suck and fuck my ass with his mouth. He nips at my entrance and my back arches off the bed as I look down, only seeing his shoulders and hair as he continues. Master begins to kiss his way back up my body until he reaches my neck. With my legs still over his shoulders, it's easy for both of us when he lines himself up at my entrance.

"Are you ready Ashton?" He asks while peering down at me and I nod slowly.

"I was ready the second I dropped to my knees before you Master," I reply and without warning he slams into me balls deep.

My eyes widen at the sudden hard intrusion and a strangled cry escapes me as Master begins pounding away. I curse loudly as I clench around him. He's thick and long, I can feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me. The head of his cock slams into my prostate with ease and it makes my eyes roll back as I drown in the pleasure Master is giving me. It hurts, he's snapping his hips forward with enough power to make my ass cheeks begin to throb again as they meet over and over. I gasp when his hand wraps around my throat and squeezes, my eyes snap up to his worried. Despite the aggression of his thrusts and the tightness of his hand around my throat, his eyes are resilient, calm and in control. They pierce through me and my slight panic melts away at the reassurance that appears in his eyes.

"I won't hurt you Ashton," he whispers as his hand leaves my throat and glides down my body before wrapping around my cock.

He shrugs my legs off his shoulders and I wrap them around his waist as he holds himself up on one hand. Master continues ramming into me and a painful knot forms in the pit of my stomach. His hand strokes my cock quickly as his lips slam onto mine. He completely takes control of every part of my body and all I can do, all I want to do is submit to my Master. My eyes close as I give into him completely, my tongue submitting to his, my walls milking him further into me and my cock leaking in his hand. Master lets out a low sexy growl as he bucks against me. I can feel the vein going down his cock pulsing against my inner walls as his lips leave mine and he attacks my neck in a series of heated nips and sucks.

"M-master, oh fuck. I n-need to cum!" I moan as my toes curl and my stomach tightens.

"Goddamn Ashton, you're so fucking tight. I never want to leave you. Nobody else can ever have you again. Your ass is mine. I'll never get used to this, tired of this," he rambles off quickly as I stare up at him, his face flushed with pleasure and his eyes shining as he gazes down at me.

"Please Master," I beg and he slams against my prostate making tears spring to my eyes as I fight off the need to release.

"Cum now," he whispers the command and I fall apart beneath him.

"Ashton, Gideon is here!" Chris knocks on the door snapping me out of my thoughts and I put my shirt collar back into place as I take a steadying breath.

Stepping out the small bathroom, I grab my phone from him and look at it. A message from Master Gideon says he'll be here in less than five minutes not that he's here. I sigh and give Chris a look which he ignores and just smiles. Well, I guess it's okay. I can wait for him outside so he doesn't have to wait for me. Sticking my phone in my pocket, I tell Chris I'm going to wait outside so he grabs his coat and we leave my room. Chris rambles on and on about the fact that Master Gideon will be my Dominant by the end of the night. He seems really excited, more than me. I'm excited, doesn't mean I'm going to go bouncing on the walls like he is. I look at him from the corner of my eyes as he practically bounces with each step next to me.

"Did you get laid or something? You're awfully bubbly, something you haven't been in the last few days," I mutter while sticking my hands in my pockets once we get outside.

"Sadly no! But I'm just in a good mood," he smiles and I look him up and down.

"Have you smoked anything?" I ask making him punch my arm.

"No dumbass!" He scoffs while rolling his eyes and I shrug, with Chris you never fucking know.

"Well you're really excited," I sigh as I look down at my boots and bite my lip nervously.

"Well one of us has to be excited for you! Seriously Ash, you have a sexy older Dominant Doctor after you yet you look as if you're off to your first day of boot camp. Smiling won't kill you and will probably get you laid." He huffs making me press my lips together.

"I already got laid and I wasn't smiling before," I shrug, headlights shine in my eyes as a car turns into the parking lot and drives towards us.

"That's your man, I'll head home now. Smile goddamn!" Chris hisses before walking away as Gideon parks in front of me and gets out the car. "Hello Master Gideon!" Chris greets while waving as he walks away.

"Christopher," Master Gideon nods back with a smile before turning to me. "You look amazing, but where is your coat?"

"I don't like coats," I shrug making his eyes narrow.

"You'll get sick if you don't wear a coat. Get in the car," he demands while opening the door and I climb in without argument or comment.

I pull the seatbelt across my torso and snap it into place as he closes the door. The heater is on so I close my eyes and soak in the warmth of the car. Master Gideon climbs into the driver's seat and looks over at me, checking to see if I'm wearing my seatbelt before pulling away from the curb. I gaze out the window at the star filled sky. It's not late, barely passed six o'clock but the sun has already set and the moon is sitting high in the sky. I look over at Master Gideon and just scan him quickly as he focuses on the road. He hasn't shaved giving him short sexy stubble which makes his tan skin look even darker. He glances over, giving me a glimpse of his bright hazel eyes.

"How are you doing Ashton?" He asks with a smile before looking back at the road.

"I'm doing good Sir, you?" I counter as he reaches over and grabs my hand.

"A lot better now that I have you next to me," he whispers as he presses a kiss to my hand.

"Okay," I mumble and look back out the window.

"You're not comfortable with small talk are you?" He chuckles while brushing his thumb over my hand.

"I'm not a fan of it, no," I admit without looking over.

"So you do plan on giving me short replies all night?" He questions and I detect annoyance in his voice making me bite the inside of my cheek.

"No Sir, I'm just," I sigh and mentally roll my eyes because I was fine before Chris mentioned me being nervous."I'm just nervous is all. I don't do well with being nervous," I admit as I look at him through the corner of my eyes and he frowns.

"Why are you nervous? There is nothing to be nervous about around me Ashton," he reassures with a squeeze of my hand.

"It's not being around you that makes me nervous. It's what will come out of tonight that makes me nervous," I tell him making him hum.

"Well, we're just going to go eat and talk about some things. Just like we've done before, then I have a surprise for you," he smirks and I mentally groan.

"I hate surprises," I mutter causing him to laugh.

"Hate is a strong word Ashton," he replies while stopping at a red light.

"I know, which is why I used it," I respond as he looks over with an amused smile playing on his lips.

"You're a lot different outside of the playroom, I like that," he states and I look out the window quickly. "Hey, don't turn away from me. I love watching your cheeks flush and your eyes shine when you blush. It's really a beautiful sight to see."

I look back over at him and he smiles while brushing his thumb over my heated cheek. We simply stare at each other until the light changes and he turns his focus back onto the road. I rest my head back and lick my lips while closing my eyes. The song on the radio is a classic one which I'm sure everyone knows, Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix. My dad is obsessed with him so I grew up listening to him as well as Prince, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, The Beatles, and so many more amazing artists. It's sad that we don't have that great of music today. I'm glad Master Gideon has good taste in music, being in a car with him would be torture if he didn't.

"You seem to be in your own little world over there," Master Gideon says and I look over to see him watching me with a smile.

"I was just silently appreciating your taste of music," I reply making his brows raise slowly.

"You like Hendrix?" He asks so I nod while giving him a small smile that causes his eyes to brighten.

"He's great, I grew up listening to him," I admit causing him to hum while nodding.

"Interesting," he mumbles under his breath. "The restaurant we're going to is just around the corner, so here."

"Oh Sir, I don't need it," I say as he takes off his coat.

"Yes, you do so take it," he demands while giving me a warning look so I just take the coat and put it on.

"Thank you Sir," I reply as he starts driving again.

I lift the lapel of the pea-coat and take a sniff. It smells just like Master Gideon. A smile tugs at my lips as I sit back and relax. When the car stops, I look up and frown when I see we're in front of a fancy looking restaurant. I'm not really dressed for this type of place, seeing as there are people in suits and dresses. I'm just in black jeans, boots and a sweater. He could have told me we're going somewhere nicer. I look back over only to see his seat empty. My head snaps over when my door opens and Master Gideon holds out his hand. I take it and climb out of the car before he places my hand on his bicep. I follow him into the restaurant and my stomach growls loudly when the smells drift up my nose. He looks down at me with a raised brow and I just shrug in response.

"Reservation under Callaway," Master Gideon tells the hostess.

"Right on time Mr. Callaway," she smiles as I look over at her.

"Doctor Callaway actually," he corrects making me raise a brow at her when she looks at me confused.

"Of course, my apologies Doctor. May I take your coat?" She asks and I nod while shrugging off Master Gideon's coat.

She hangs it up in the closet before motioning for us to follow her. Master Gideon holds out his hand and I take it without hesitation before letting him lead me along. People give us second glances but I don't bother to care what they think as Master Gideon gives my hand a squeeze. We enter a private dining room and are led to the lone table with a tall lone candle burning at the center of the table for two. Master Gideon pulls out my chair and motions for me to sit down. I thank him and sit as he pushes in my chair before sitting across from me. The hostess puts the menus down before bowing and leaving the room.

"Since you're underage you'll stay away from any alcoholic drinks tonight," he states while scanning the menu.

"You're driving so you will too right?" I suggest with a raised brow and he looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"One glass of wine won't do anything to me," he tells me and I decide not to comment against him and just nod.

"Do they have soda here? I can go for a large glass of Dr. Pepper," I admit making him chuckle as he looks over at me.

"I'm sure they have soda here," he says so I nod because that's what I'm getting.

"How was work this morning?" I ask curiously as I scan the menu that shows overly expensive food.

"It was as good as it can be when you're working with sick children," he replies and I look over at him with a worried frown.

"Everything okay?" I ask because his tone was kind of sad.

I sit back and listen to him talk about this one little girl that was really sick and didn't seem to be getting better. He looks worried as he talks but when he finishes, he smiles at me reassuringly and says that she'll be fine. The waiter arrives and takes our drink and food orders before bowing out the room. Master Gideon turns the conversation onto me and I tell him about Gizmo getting adopted. I'm happy he's got a home with some kids that will play with him, he doesn't have to live in a cage anymore. But, I miss the crazy cat. There was actually quite a few adoptions over the last week or two. Five dogs were adopted and a few cats as well. Ozzie is still at the shelter though and the greedy bastard in me is happy I still get to see him. The waiter arrives with our drinks and appetizers that Master Gideon chose. My brows furrow as I look at it.

"What's wrong?" He asks while picking one up and taking a bite.

"What is this?" I question and take one before sniffing it.

"Food," he states with a 'duh' tone in his voice that makes me look at him with narrowed eyes.

"Wow Sir, thanks for enlightening me on that. I would have never guessed since it looks like something Gizmo would have purged out," I say sarcastically before paling as he gives me a look to tell me he's not impressed.

"It doesn't taste as bad as it looks. It's sliced cucumber with salmon mousse as a topping finished with a piece of dill," he explains so I shrug and toss it in my mouth.

He watches me as I chew and the flavor bursts in my mouth. I lick my lips after I swallow it and grab another one. Master Gideon smirks at me knowingly but I just toss the second one in my mouth. These are actually really good. I take a sip of my drink and watch Master Gideon take another one. My eyes follow his hand and the parting of his lips as he opens his mouth and eats another cucumber salmon thing. He sticks his finger in his mouth and slowly pull it out as I stare unashamed even though I feel him watching me watch him. As he chews, his strong jaw flexes and I swallow as he swallows and chuckles. Looking up at his face, his eyes are shining with lust and amusement. The waiter arrives rather quickly and puts our plates down, steam rising steady and the smell is enough to make my mouth fill with saliva. I jab my food with my fork before stuffing it into my mouth. My eyes close and I mentally groan as the food practically melts on my tongue.

"So Ashton, I'm sure you know why I wanted to have dinner with you," he starts off after we eat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes and I nod knowingly.

"Because you know my love for food is greater than anything else and you're a nice guy so you wanted to feed me and I'm awesome so you also wanted to spend time with me. Thank you Sir," I reply seriously making him chuckle.

"You have that sarcastic sense of humor not many Submissives risk showing," he notes as I take a sip of my soda.

"I wasn't being sarcastic," I tell him and he throws his head back with a loud laugh making me smile slightly.

"I like you Ashton," he says seriously making me sigh.

"I'm glad you do because," I say before looking down as I feel my face flush, "I like you too Sir."

"Ashton," he calls and I look up to see him smiling at me. "The other night was one of the best nights I've had in a very long time. I'm not talking about the countless rounds of sex either even though they were all mind-blowing."

"Then what are you talking about Sir?" I ask confused as he reaches over and grabs my hand.

"I was with you and I genuinely enjoy spending time with you because you're an interesting person. I wanted to know if you'd agree to being mine," he admits and I bite the inside of my cheek.

"A contract?" I question even though I already know and he nods.

"Yes, I've wanted to call you mine for months. Since the night I caught sight of you and you stared at me like I was politics on television," he raises a brow as I groan while running my hand through my hair.

"If it means anything, politics were the last thing on my mind," I reply with a sheepish grin making him chuckle.

"I'm glad to know. So what do you say? Do you want to be mine?" He asks with a hopeful smile and happy glint in his eyes.

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have submitted to you. I want to be your boy Master Gideon," I confess and his hopeful smile melts into a seductive smirk as a predatory look enters his eyes making me shift in my seat as my pants start to tighten.

"Perfect, we'll discuss the contract more into depth another time as I didn't want this dinner to be all business," he says before lifting his glass of wine and I grab my soda.

We do the cliché tap of our drinks before taking a sip. The rest of the dinner wasn't talk of the contract or about our new-found arrangement. Master Gideon tells me more about his practice and I talk to him about school and my classes. He gets this look in his eyes when he's talking about his work, he's passionate about it. That's good because I remember my doctor was a miserable old woman when I was a kid. She didn't even give me a lollipop after a shot, I'm not over that and never will be I'm sure. After we finish our dessert, Master Gideon pays the bill and leads me towards the exit. He helps me into his coat that's a bit big on me before leading me outside. The valet soon pulls up with his car and he opens the door for me so I climb in with a quick thank you.

"So, are you ready for your surprise?" He asks as he drives away from the restaurant and I mentally groan at that, I forgot about this 'surprise'.

"Yes Sir," I say instead of complaining and he smiles as he focuses on the road.

It doesn't take long before we pull into a packed parking lot. A frown tugs at my lips because I can't really see anything that would cause this much attraction. Master Gideon climbs out and I stay in knowing he likes opening the door for me. When his hand appears I grab it and he helps me out of his car. He closes the door and leans down before pressing his lips to mine. I kiss him back quickly as his hands cups my face and my hands fist his sweater. Master Gideon pulls back all too soon and I try to follow him but he tsks making me take a deep breath. I look up at him and he smiles before closing his eyes, his lips pressing against my forehead. My breath hitches and I tense momentarily remembering 'him'. Shaking it away, I relax and place my hands against Master Gideon's chest, feeling his heart racing in his chest.

"Your heart is racing," I whisper as he pulls back.

"You do that to me," he whispers back making me smile as I look down. "Come on, let's go."

"Yes Sir," I agree and he grabs my hand before leading me across the parking lot. "Oh hell no," I say when we get closer and I see what this 'surprise' is.

"Are you not a fan?" He asks worriedly as I bite my lip nervously.

"I've never been," I admit and a bright smile appears on his lips.

"Don't worry, I'll teach you," he says reassuringly before going to the counter.

I look over my shoulder and sigh heavily. This man is trying to kill me. Master Gideon nudges me and I answer his question that I'm sure he thought I didn't hear. A few minutes later, my shoes are off and I'm trying not to break my neck in ice skates. Jesus, is this what it's like for girls when they learn to walk in heels? I'll never make fun of Emma for stumbling again. My eyes drift over to Master Gideon, as I cling to the pole for dear life, who is standing perfectly fine as if he's still wearing his shoes. He motions me over and I take a deep breath while slowly letting go of my safety net. I walk over to him, my knees shaking and my legs unsteady.

"You're better than you think you are," he says when I reach him and I grab his elbow quickly.

"I feel like I'm going to break my neck," I mutter making him snort.

"As if I'll ever let that happen. Now that you're good on your feet, let's get out on the ice," he encourages and I feel the blood leave my face.

"Um, I'm fine here. Thank you though," I chuckle nervously but he just smiles and leads me towards the ice rink.

"You'll be fine Ashton. If you fall, just get back up and try again," he tells me making me look at him with wide eyes.

"Aren't you supposed to say you'll catch me if I start to fall?" I ask and he laughs.

"That would be a lie. I'm not the type to catch people before they fall. You'll never learn that way." He shrugs before stepping out onto the ice and just drifting away backwards. "Well, come on then," he smiles as he holds his hand out.

"I can't reach," I whisper to myself nervously as I stretch forward trying to grab his hand but getting nowhere.

"You'll have to step onto the ice first Little One," he states the fucking obvious making me groan loudly.

"Sir, I really don't want to fall," I say and wave him back causing him to laugh but he skates over.

"Grab my hand," he orders so I quickly latch onto his hand and he pulls me onto the ice.

"Oh fucking hell!" I shout when I step onto the ice and slip backwards straight onto my ass.

"Well, there you go. See, it wasn't that bad right?" Master Gideon smiles while pulling me back to my feet that quickly take on a life of their own and I just throw my arms around his neck while clinging to him tightly.

"Don't let me go," I plead into his neck as my legs continue shaking under me and his arms wrap around my waist.

"You'll never learn that way Little One," he whispers before slowly pulling away but grabbing both my hands. "I'll pull you around slowly until you get the hang of it."

"J-just don't let go," I repeat making him smile.

"I won't," he promises softly so I sigh heavily and nod.

Master Gideon slowly starts skating backwards while pulling me along. I listen to what he tells me, how to move my feet and how to center myself so I can get my balance faster. When I feel like I'm not going to land on my ass, I nod so he goes from holding both of my hands and skating in front of me, to holding one hand and skating next to me. As soon as my one hand is free, I feel off balance and stumble but regain my balance quickly. Master Gideon praises me making me smile as I relax slightly. This isn't so bad. Suddenly a tiny green thing zooms past us scaring the shit out of me and my feet go faster than my body. I start to fall and tighten my hold on his hand. My ass hits the cold ice and I grunt when he lands on top of me.

"I'm so sorry Sir!" I apologize quickly but he just laughs and gets up before pulling me back to my feet.

"It's fine, we all fall now and then. That little boy sure knows how to skate though," he says making me look over to where he's pointing to see a little boy in a green sweater zooming over the ice on one foot.

He can't be older than six, at most. Well, that does wonders for my pride and ego. I huff but Master Gideon pecks my lips making me smile as he starts pulling me along again. My grip on his hand and bicep is tight and I know it must be bothersome but he doesn't complain and just smiles at me. True to his word, Master Gideon let me fall a total of...I lost count and my ass, that was finally healed from our play is sore once again. But as we glide over the ice slowly hand in hand, I find myself relaxing. This isn't so bad.

As long as Master Gideon is next to me and doesn't let go. 

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The next Sub Club chapter will be posted January 9th as we're off next Saturday.  Happy New Year!!