I noticed after he opened my door that we were on the back side of a large red-brick building in the industrial part of town. I looked around and saw various warehouses and then I looked at the building again it didn't look like anything out of the ordinary.

He knocked twice on the metal door and a latch opened showing a mans eyes, and I was reminded of the first time Dominic took me out. I was wearing this same dress, and he took me to another 'exclusive' and 'private' place.

"Name," a deep voice asked behind the door.

"Dominic Blackstone, this is Genevieve Carlyle," he said in a very straight-to-business tone.

"Classification," the man asked looking between the two of us.

"Dominant," he pointed his thumb at me, "Submissive."

"Is she yours," he asked.

"Yes," Dominic said and I felt my heart clench.

I was his. I smiled slightly because even though I knew truly that I was, it was nice to hear him say it to other people. Even if it was someone who was used to hearing that people belonged to other people.

"Take this, write your initials on both of her wrists," he held a permanent marker out of the slot and Dominic took it.

He looked into my eyes and I couldn't read his expression. Was it content? Was it curiosity? Was it unsure? Was it worry?

He took my hand and turned it over before delicately writing 'D.B.' on my wrist in cursive. He did the same to the other and handed the marker back through the slot before the door opened and he ushered me through.

After we were down the hallway a few feet out of earshot from the man, Dominic shoved me against the wall and I winced slightly as my ass came into contact with the wall. I quickly composed myself as I would let nothing ruin this night until he finally saw for himself.

"While we're in here you are to listen to everything I say. Do you understand," he asked as he looked down into my eyes.

I nodded, a little shocked by his sudden assertion of dominance. I hadn't felt him push me up against a solid surface in a few days and I was craving this.

"You are not to speak unless asked to do so. Do you understand," he asked again. His hands were on either side of my shoulders and he was leaning down as his minty breath was hot in my face.

I nodded, again, knowing that I would do anything he asked. I always would. I would listen because I wanted to please him, I wanted him proud to have placed his initials on me.

"You are not to look another dominant in the eye. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I whispered.

He smiled and rubbed his fingers gently across my face, "Good, now let's go get that drink."

I bit my lip and smiled as he put his hand in mine and began walking, "Make sure to keep your head down. Act as though I've taught you rules and shit."

I chuckled lightly and turned my gaze to the floor.

"You're doing very well," he whispered as we walked down the long hallway.

I snorted, "We haven't even made it into the club yet, Dominic."

"Oh, that reminds me. Make sure to only use Sir or Daddy, when addressing or referring to me. Do you understand?"

I squeezed his hand lightly and took a peek at him and saw that he was looking down at me and had arched an eyebrow at my defiance, so I quickly shot my gaze back down to the floor again, "Yes, Daddy. I understand."

When we finally came to the end of the hallway the music was loud, almost too loud and I saw flashing lights.

"You may look up now," he said in my ear and I turned my gaze to the room in front of me.

There were people everywhere: Girls dancing in nothing but bikini bottoms in cages attached to the ceiling, a few people strapped to various BDSM furniture on the stage to the far left of us, but most people were watching and dancing.

I noticed another door beside the stage that a few people disappeared through and I was about to ask Dominic what was behind that door when he leaned down and whispered, "Head down, Princess."

I complied and let him lead me to the bar that I had seen across the room. It seemed he was well known everywhere we went because as we walked through the crowd he got several 'Hey, Dom.' or 'Welcome back, Dom.'

I could've sworn I heard the voice of some well-known male celebrity talk to him for a few seconds and I was dying to look up and see if it was who I thought it was, but I fought the urge. We walked a few more feet until we made it to the bar and he helped me onto a stool.

"What do you want," he leaned down and whispered and I could hear the double meaning in the question but decided that I didn't want to act like a brat just yet so I quickly said, "Vodka tonic."

I heard him tell the bartender our order and then sit down on the stool next to mine.

"How are you feeling," he whispered huskily into my ear after he pushed my hair behind my ear.

My sore ass hurts sitting on this bar stool and there's an uncomfortable wetness between my legs, but, "Fine, thank you, Sir."

"Did you like what you saw," I could hear the smirk in his voice and I knew my cheeks were flushed. The club smelled like leather, sweat, sex, and alcohol and I was turned on.

"Yes, Sir," I whispered.

He placed my drink in front of me and I took it from him before taking a sip.

"Where are your manner, Genevieve," he asked sternly.

My eyes widened, "Sorry, thank you, Sir."

I heard him chuckled, "Are you excited?"

I smiled and then nodded, "Very."

"Are you ready to play," he squeezed my knee and I felt my thighs start to shake.

"Out here? Like, on the stage?" I couldn't help the terror that shook my voice. I was fine with public speaking, but public spanking? That was something I probably would never be confident enough to do. Maybe if he really wanted me to do that then I would consider it, but I would make a huge deal about it.

"No, I have a room in the back. Don't worry, Princess, I know you aren't ready for public humiliation just yet, but in time I will have you up on that stage," he nipped my earlobe, "mark my words."

I bit my lip and clenched my thighs together. Knowing that there would be another time he would bring me here excited me but also made an anxiety knot in my stomach. My fingers grew cold at the thought of being the center of attention, naked, upon the stage.

"Yes, I'm ready to play," I downed my drink and heard him chuckled again before getting up and pulling me with him.

I heard a few people catcall Dominic as we made our way to the door at the side of the stage and I felt my cheeks burn, but of course, Dominic's confidence--and steps-- never faltered once.

He pushed the door open and we walked down the hallway for a moment before he stopped in front of a black door and I heard him fish out a set of keys. I heard him effortlessly slid the key into the lock before turning the knob and ushering me in.

"You may look," he stated as he shut the door and locked it.

I lifted my head and saw that this room was almost like his playroom in his house. The bed was to the left against the wall, the dresser to the right wall, all the 'furniture' in the middle.

"Yes," he stated as he shrugged out of his suit jacket.

"Sorry?"

"Yes, it looked like my playroom. I modeled this one after the one at my house. I wanted you to feel comfortable, and since the playroom holds a great significance for you, I figured you'd like to play there again."

And the playroom did hold significance. It was the place I had lost my virginity, it was the place I'd let him first dominate me, It was the first place I gave my trust fully to someone.

"Thank you, Sir, for thinking of me," I whispered and the blush spread to my chest.

He smiled and then it dropped, "Now that we're here and you know the rules, we will begin. Do you remember your safe word?"

He knew I did. I said it to him last Friday and while it broke my heart to say it to him, I was grateful to see that he actually reacted and listened to it.

"Muffins," I whispered.

"Good, let's begin. Head down, clothes off, back against the door."