I stared at him in horror, my voice trembling as I screamed.
"What are you doing, lanzo?! Let me go!"
He crushed the cigarette in the ashtray without a word, then slowly stood up, the chair creaking slightly under his weight.
He was standing right in front of me, towering over me, close enough for me to feel his body heat.
In his deep low voice he asked
"What did I tell you last time?"
I looked at him completely mad
I didn't understand what he was talking about.
Why was he so angry? What did I do?
Oh my God, why was he looking at me like that?
I swallowed hard and stammered.
"I don't know what you're trying to say..."
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice grew colder as he said,
"I told you, my name isn't Lanzo, it's either Master or Sir."
I whispered, confused and terrified.
"Lanzo, I-"
Before I could finish, his hand reached out and violently tangled in my hair, yanking my head back with such a sharp pull that I moaned in pain.
His face was so close, his breath hot against my cheek, and he growled "Master."
I trembled, forgetting my pride and whispered fearfully "Master..."
Then he smiled a slow mocking sideways smile that terrified me.
Finally, he let go of my hair letting strands cascade over my shoulders like a waterfall.
I forced myself to breathe steadily even though my heart was pounding.
I mustered what little courage I had left and asked "Is... is this part of training?"
He didn't answer immediately.
He tilted his head slightly as if debating whether to bother giving me a real answer.
Finally, he said, his tone almost dismissive
"Training takes many forms, some...unexpected."
It wasn't a real answer and it was vague, vague like everything about it.
I looked at the handcuffs binding my wrists and ankles to the chair, and I tugged them again, even though I already knew they wouldn't budge.
"When will these be released?" I asked, my voice strained with suppressed panic and he didn't even look at me.
Instead, he began walking slowly around me, his footsteps echoing on the floor and his deep voice cutting through the heavy air.
He said calmly
"The Dom can restrain his Sub at any time. With handcuffs... with ropes... with his hands... in any way he chooses."
He paused behind me for a moment, and I stiffened as I felt his presence behind me.
He continued in a low voice.
"When you enter a relationship like this, you have to expect the impossible. You have to expect anything from your partner."
I shuddered, realizing I had no idea what I'd really gotten myself into.
He moved behind me again, and I tensed as I felt his hand slide around my neck, not squeezing, but holding me tightly.
With undeniable force, he tilted my head back, forcing me to look up.
His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable as he said slowly
"You have to expect... even if your partner turns out to be a sadist."
I swallowed hard, and my throat hit his palm.
My tongue darted out to moisten my dry lips without thinking, and I saw his eyes trail down, following his movement.
I caught a dark glint in his eyes before he finally let go of my neck, letting my head fall forward slightly as he stepped away from me.
He walked over to his desk, deliberate with every step, and sat down coolly on the edge, folding his arms as he watched me.
Then he spoke, his voice calm but sharp
"As I told you last time, I'm not here to be nice to you. You're not some fragile porcelain doll I need to protect."
His eyes hardened, and his tone of voice sharpened.
"I will deal with you as I see fit... whatever it takes... whatever means necessary to teach you."
He said in a deep, commanding voice.
"Understand?"
I quickly opened my mouth, ready to say
"Yes, Lanzo." But the memory of why I was in this situation hit me just in time, and I swallowed his name and said instead.
"Yes, sir."
As soon as the words left my lips, he pressed a button, and the chair began to smoothly lower to the floor.
At the same time, the handcuffs released my wrists and ankles with a gentle click.
Without hesitation, I jumped out of the chair, my heart pounding, afraid that he might decide to restrain me again just as easily.
Then I heard his voice, deep and husky, flowing like silk against my skin.
"Good girl."
The words resonated more deeply with me than they should have.
My breath caught, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a low, involuntary, embarrassed sound escaped my throat, somewhere between a gasp and a moan.
He raised an eyebrow as he watched me, a hint of amusement dancing in his dark eyes.
Without saying a word, he stood up, walked over to the door, opened it and simply said "Follow me."
I swear I caught a faint smile on his lips before he turned around, a sight that only made my flushed cheeks blush.
I followed him, my eyes fixed shyly on his back at the way he walked with such confident commanding stride.
Is it normal for me to notice everything about such a stranger?
No... not strange.
Someone I've officially labeled as... my sex teacher.
Is it normal for me to admit, even to myself, that he wasn't like any of the men I'd ever met—at work, on the streets, or anywhere else?
His aura, his presence... everything about him exuded dominance.
But was this really his true personality? Or was it just a mask he wore to fit his role in this club?
The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed.
Wouldn't he be getting himself into serious trouble simply by running a nightclub like this?
Yet, he not only owned the place, but he was also involved in it, directly providing services to the members.
Felix even said last time that he'd never seen the boss treat anyone the way he did me.
I no longer knew what to think; everything was so confusing.
We were descending a long staircase, so long that it looked like a gateway to hell, its walls painted a suffocating dark red.
Unable to contain my excitement, I finally asked him:
"Why are you doing this... I mean, since you're the manager of this club?"
He didn't stop or even glance at me.
In his dee incomprehensible voice he said
"How long will it be before you stop asking questions that have nothing to do with the nature of our professional relationship?"
I felt like a scolded child, shrinking inside.
"I-I'm sorry," I stammered quickly "I was just curious."
We passed a group of guards standing stiffly near the lower door.
While I was still stumbling over my words, he said calmly,
"Next time you come to the club, show the guards the card I gave you."
His voice was calm almost detached.
As if all the tension between us meant absolutely nothing.
But for me... it was impossible not to feel every little thing.
Finally, we arrived at our destination.
Is this... the leader's room, his room?
The private floor he'd mentioned earlier in his office, the one completely designed to suit his taste?
Oh!my!God...!
Because what I was seeing now was nothing compared to the second floor I'd visited before.
There, it was sinful, yes... but here, it was a completely different world.
Almost everyone was naked, their bodies shamelessly intertwined, openly having sex without the slightest concern for who was watching.
The room was filled with moans and groans, mixed with the rhythm of slow erotic music playing overhead.
The air itself was thick with lust.
Girls danced provocatively in the middle of the room, their bodies moving like liquid seduction.
Men lounged in their plush chairs, their arms wrapped around women who either straddled their laps or knelt between their legs sucking their cocks.
Cash fluttered in the air.
A girl walked gracefully around the room carrying a clear glass box into which men dropped bills without hesitation, their eyes half-closed in pleasure or ecstasy.
The scene was almost overwhelming.
I couldn't believe this was real in front of me.
I'd probably seen things like this before on videotapes or in movies, but seeing it in real life and inhaling the heavy, mixed scents of sweat, perfume, and harsher odors of sex made my stomach churn uncomfortably.
I felt... a little disgusted by the sight.
At the same time, I felt embarrassed. How could they do all these things so openly and enjoy them as if they were the most natural thing in the world?
A strange unwanted curiosity ignited inside me.
Before I could think much further, lanzo's large, steady hand suddenly grabbed my waist and pulled me with him as he headed toward a room in the middle of the hallway.
His fingers wrapped around my waist, almost claiming space he didn't have permission to occupy, and I stumbled to keep up.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of several women looking at him... then back at me.
Their gazes were sharp, almost hurtful, filled with something between mix of annoyance and disgust or hate.
My heart tightened in my chest. Why were they looking at me like that?
Oh my God... had they done that before with him?
No, no, disgusting! Don't think!
I quickly shut the thought down.
I didn't want to imagine it, not now, not with him.
Trying to ignore my discomfort, I looked at him and asked, both playfully and nervously "Don't you want to take me on a tour of the place first? Maybe show me around?"
He gave me a sideways smile without slowing down.
"Judging by the expression on your face the moment you entered this room," he said in a playful deep voice "I don't need to imagine how my little trembling bunny would react when she looked closer."
I blinked at him, startled. "Bunny?" I repeated like an idiot.
He didn't reply.
Instead, he opened the door and gently pushed me inside before following me and closing it with a quiet click.
"The real tour," he whispered close to my ear "is what you'll have to get used to here."
I turned around and surveyed the room.
It was surprisingly normal compared to the chaos outside, almost eerie.
A large bed dominated the center, carefully draped with dark sheets.
Two deep, plush sofas were arranged on either side, looking oddly out of place.
But what made my skin tingle with anxious curiosity were the mirrors.
There was a huge mirror hanging above the bed, another directly in front of it, and two more on either side, as if no matter where you looked, you couldn't escape the reflection of what was happening there.
And nothing else.
No tools, no strange furniture.
He looked at me, and I caught a flash of amusement in his eyes.
"Were you expecting something?" he asked, his voice low but filled with undeniable intensity.
For a moment, I didn't know how to answer.
I was so engrossed in everything, the overwhelming atmosphere of the place and the strange, exciting tension between us, that I didn't realize my breathing had quickened as he approached, his presence suddenly filling the room like a shadow.
His gaze never left me, sharp and calculating making my heart beat at a rate I couldn't fully comprehend.
"You look like you're waiting for something." he continued, his voice trailing off into a whisper.
"Do you want me to show you what happens when curiosity goes unchecked?"
His words remained laced with innuendo. He hadn't touched me yet, but I could feel his closeness and the heat radiating from his body, as if he were daring me to take that next step.
I swallowed, my pulse pounding in my ears, unsure if I wanted to take that step or if I was too afraid of what would happen if I did.
He reached quietly for a button by the door and pressed it with deliberate ease.
A soft click echoed throughout the room and suddenly the elegant simple décor transformed before my eyes, the walls transforming dark leather belts and chains now hanging from the ceiling.
A variety of tools, whips, and handcuffs were neatly arranged on nearby shelves, their presence impossible to ignore.
The bed remained, but the chains now hung ominously from the ceiling above it swaying slightly in the wind.
I froze for a moment turning to face him, my breath caught when I felt him behind me.
He whispered in my ear, his voice soft and caressing, eerily soft.
"I don't show my cards first, Bunny."
His words hung between us like an exciting promise that simultaneously excited and terrified me.
I didn't know what he intended to do to me next, but I was sure it would be something I couldn't deny enjoying.