Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3)
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Authors: Layla Wilcox
Club Manhattan
(Club Secrets USA Book 3)
Layla Wilcox
Club Manhattan (Club Secrets USA Book 3)
Copyright © 2014 by Layla Wilcox
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, places, organizations, or persons, whether living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
David’s first day at Columbia med school was like kindergarten compared to his first day at Club Manhattan BDSM training school.
He cursed himself as he crossed Sixth Avenue, heading west. It was stupid not to have done a trial run or asked for directions. The subway ride took way longer than he expected, and he’d gotten off at the wrong stop. Now, his pace was slowed as he had to check street numbers while navigating the rush hour crowd on the sidewalks.
David saw the address he was looking for above a black metal door three steps down from street level, and he rushed toward it. The entry was locked. He looked around frantically and found a doorbell. Seconds later, a face appeared behind the small window in the door. David flashed the card he had been mailed, and a buzzer went off as the lock was released.
He entered a dark vestibule and took several steps to a second door. Inside, he saw an empty nightclub, similar to the ones he was familiar with in Florida. He turned to the security guard that let him in.
“Hey, do you know where the class is being held?”
The guard stepped forward into the space of the open door, filling it. “Go to the right. Follow the hallway to the end and go downstairs.”
“Thanks, man,” David said, and sprinted in the direction the guard pointed.
David didn’t see stairs, but there was another door at the end of the hallway. He opened it to find a dark, narrow stairway leading down. Holding on to the rail in the dim light, he raced down two steps at a time, landing in another dark vestibule with two doors. Both were closed and without markings on the outside.
David stopped briefly, took a deep breath, and opened the door on the left. Four women faced him. They were kneeling and had their arms behind their backs. Not one raised her eyes to look at him. A woman was standing in front of them, and she turned and gave David an icy stare.
“Wrong room.” And she turned back as if he didn’t exist.
“Sorry,” David said. Before he turned to leave, his eyes swept across the faces of the four kneeling women. One raised her eyes to meet his, but only for an instant, which was long enough to engage David’s senses. He felt an immediate pull in his groin in the blink of an eye that it took him to take in her silky raven hair and startling blue eyes.
Her gesture did not escape the eyes of the instructor, who immediately stepped in front of the woman.
“This is your one and only warning. Raise your eyes again without being told and you will be punished.”
David quickly stepped back into the hallway and closed the door quietly. He didn’t want to be responsible for any punishment that would be bestowed upon someone else.
He grasped the knob of the only other door. Three men sat in chairs facing him. A fourth chair was empty.
David took in the back of the man standing before them. Unlike the instructor in the other room, this teacher did not turn around, but continued to address the group of men. Observing the man’s stance and the muscles in his arms and neck, David knew he was looking at a former military officer.
With a sinking feeling, David suspected he was the one who would be on the receiving end of punishment in this room. He stood in the doorway, waiting for a break that would allow him to enter and sit without interrupting the class.
He started to make a break for the chair during a lull in the man’s talk, but wasn’t fortunate enough to have his tardiness go unnoticed.
“Impeccable punctuality is a condition of the program. This is a warning. If you are late again, you will be expelled.”
David looked into the eyes of Master Tyson McVeigh and tried to hide his dismay.
“Yes, sir,” he said, and nodded solemnly.
“Do you think that’s a severe penalty for not adhering to rules?”
David took a deep breath and decided to be honest. “Yes, sir.”
“You are here to learn to be a good Dom. Doms set the rules for subs and enforce them. Mistakes by subs are tolerated with a warning. If their disobedience occurs again, there is punishment, and a third time results in dismissal. If you are to be a rule maker, then you must learn the importance of obeying rules. Doms are not punished. So in this program, a mistake will elicit a warning. If the act is repeated, the student Dom will be expelled.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Do you still think expulsion is a severe penalty for making the same mistake twice?”
“No, sir. Not in this program.”
Tyson nodded.
“All right. Let’s continue. Today we’re going to cover the basic terms, behaviors, and equipment of BDSM. You’ll be paired with a sub for the purpose of practice. Our next session will cover the dynamics of the Dom-sub relationship.”
In the course of the next hour, McVeigh lectured and gave a tour of the room, which he called the Dungeon. There wasn’t enough time to explain the use of all the equipment, but he explained the set up of stations where Doms and subs played.
“All of this is off-limits to you until you’ve been trained in the proper usage. One of the prime responsibilities of the Dom is to ensure safety for the sub.”
He looked at the group. “Let’s take a five-minute break. When you return, we’re going to enter the room of subs, and you’ll select your partners for this program.”
The three other Dom trainees took off. David waited to see if McVeigh was staying in the room. When the Master did not leave, David approached him.
“I missed the opportunity to introduce myself earlier. I’m hoping I can do it now.” He put his hand out. “I’m David Hauser.”
The older man shook his hand. “Tyson McVeigh.”
“I also want to thank you for accepting me into this program on the recommendation of Dirk Jessup from Club Secrets.”
McVeigh’s grey eyes bore into David’s. “Another applicant had his session postponed to fit you in, young man.”
“Yes, sir. I promise to show you that my participation here will be exemplary.”
“I expect it to be, David.”
The others filed back in. McVeigh turned to address them before anyone took a seat.
“Let’s go into the other room and select your subs.”
David jockeyed himself to the front of the line. He was going to take advantage of his earlier error and make sure he selected the woman he saw before anyone else had a chance.
When the door opened, the four women were on their knees. This time, however, their arms were raised, hands behind their necks. Their shoulders were pulled straight back and chests protruded. They looked ahead, but didn’t make eye contact with anyone.
David walked in and stood in front of the woman who had caught his eye earlier. The others filed in after him and each stood in front of a sub. It wasn’t like there were any bad choices. Each woman was exquisitely built and beautiful to look at.
McVeigh stood with the female instructor. “Now that you’ve been paired, here’s how it’s going to work.
This coupling is for classroom purposes. You are not required to have a relationship outside this program, although it’s not uncommon for that to happen. The Dom-sub relationship is complex, and not easily turned on and off.”
McVeigh turned to the woman next to
him.“Dr. Sydney, do you have anything to add?”
“Does anyone have any objections to the partners that have been chosen?” she asked.
No one spoke or motioned in any way.
“All right. You have thirty minutes to practice what you’ve learned today,” she said.
* * *
“Look at me, please,” said David. He smiled as the woman raised her head. “Tell me your name.”
“Jessica Richmond.”
David was lost in her eyes once more. Something about her spoke to his core.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m David Hauser.”
Jessica smiled, but David noticed her arms wavering.
“You many lower your arms and stand, Jessica.”
He held his hand out, and she took it as she rose to her feet. They were standing only inches apart. She kept her eyes lowered.
“Jessica, look at me.” And again, David felt himself swept away by her eyes. He took a step back to look at the full length of her. Shiny sheets of black hair fell around face, down her shoulders and back, almost to her waist. It was magnificent.
Jessica stood perfectly still while David let his eyes travel down to her chest. She was clad only in her bra and panties. Her breasts were not large as Andrea’s, but they were perfectly shaped. He could see the outline of her pink nipples through the while lacy cups of her demi bra. The more he stared, the more her nipples began to protrude through the fabric.
His gaze continued down over her flat abdomen and the curve of her hips. She wore thong panties that were little more than a lacy triangle in the front held in place by the thin elastic band that stretched across her flat stomach.
David walked around to view Jessica from the rear. Her hair covered most of her back. “Bring your hair to the front, please,” he said sharply, and she complied immediately.
Jessica’s back was perfect. She had broad shoulders and smooth, tanned skin that showed no straps marks across her back or shoulders. David was almost able to encircle her tiny waist completely when he put his hands around her there. He let his hands slide over her hips, bringing his thumbs down across her bare cheeks. The thin thong strap appeared to be cutting into her, probably giving her a painful wedgy. David pulled it lightly, hoping to relieve her discomfort.
Jessica giggled. “Thank you,” she whispered.
David saw the disapproving looks of the instructors. Evidently she wasn’t supposed to do that. But he was the one making the rules here, and he didn’t mind a bit.
David continued to circle around her, returning to his original spot. He let his gaze travel down her long legs. She was barefoot and her toenails were painted pale pink. Once again, she stood with her hands behind her waist, palms out, eyes downcast.
“Jessica, look at me.”
He smiled as her blue eyes engulfed him. “Your body pleases me.”
“Thank you. How would you like me to address you?”
Drawing from the lessons he had just learned, David responded. “While we are in this place and anytime we are alone, you may call me Master. When others are present outside of our circle, call me David.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Davis was mesmerized by her stare. He closed his eyes for a moment and reviewed the protocols he had just learned. There were specific procedures that were generally accepted, although a Dom could improvise. For now, though, he knew he’d be evaluated on getting the basics right, so he decided to review everything he’d just learned with Jessica.
“Please raise your arms for me.”
Jessica stood before him, arms raised, wrists together as if they were bound and connected to the ceiling. The movement pressed her breasts together and created a pleasing cleavage.
David stepped in closer and found himself looking almost straight across into her eyes. He put his hands on her waist, thumbs pointing down and pressing on her abdomen.
He ran his hands up her sides until they reached hers. They stood perfectly still, bodies only centimeters apart, looking into one another’s eyes.
The bulge in David’s pants grazed against Jessica. Although she struggled to keep a solemn face, he saw a flash of excitement in her eyes. He hesitated. His driving impulse was to lean in and kiss her, but he wasn’t sure that was permitted at this stage. He decided to chance it.
“That’s it for tonight,” McVeigh called out. “For next time, read the material you received this evening and fill out the necessary paperwork. Parts of the assignment will require you meet with your partner. All forms are required to be submitted at the next class, or you won’t be able to continue.”