Bought by a Decena

The scent of kink made her blood thrum with fire. Smiling widely, she excitedly wandered with bare feet inside The Red--an exclusive b**m club that only had guests who were part of the highest social class. None other than those excessively wealthy, awfully influential, inordinately powerful, big-name personalities, and of course, the truest kinky ones can get access to the place. She, Kristina Ivanov, the first born child of the pompous Russian clan that had both legal and illegal business under their name, sauntered about the place like it was hers. The Red is a secluded mansion owned by a young Chinese man named Korbin King who makes a huge amount of money out of turning other people's dark fantasies into reality. The mansion raised five floors high, having the first level as the reception area where the members can gather around and formally introduce themselves with the other members before they proceed to the second level. The second level is where the kink happens openly while the third level consists mostly of soundproof chambers that the members can use if they want to execute their kink privately. It was her first time to be in The Red and she couldn't keep herself from grinning after noticing that almost everything in The Red was in the color of red.  The place lived up to its name. The elegant Rococo-styled ceilings were a rich color of red. From it hung large golden chandeliers that brightened the entire area with beautiful auric lights. The walls that bled the darkest shade of red were adorned with classic erotic paintings that were likely worth millions and beside each mesmerizing art were vintage decor of candlelight sconces that added a picturesque effect to everything around her. Inhaling deeply as she fully admired her ambiance, her bare feet continuously padded on the cold coal black marble tiles as she made her way to the grand staircase that led to the upper floor. She noted that the dusky wooden stairs weren't as cool as the floor and after finally ascending to the next level, she took another sharp intake of breath when her feet made contact with the lush and warm and ruddy carpet that spanned everything she could walk on. Unlike the first level she was from, the second level was a little dimmer because the only bright lights present in the area were centered on the stage where legitimate acts of b**m are committed to entertain the watching audiences. Tonight's theme of the party was a masquerade, the main reason why everyone she encountered wore a mask. She, too, wore one. A sheer dark green lace that masked everything under her eyes.  Everyone may have worn a mask to follow the theme, but they all differed in style. Some guests were clothed in regal attire like they were people from the old world. Some wore modern gowns and suits. There were a few who wore a full body latex suit. Others strutted in their lacy lingerie while some walked with nothing but leather straps on that merely covered anything. Savage members dared to flaunt everything they have and had nothing but their masks on. And then there are those like her who wanted to portray as someone else... She posed as Eve tonight. The first and original sinner according to the bible. Her costume was made of sheer fabric that matched her milk-like skin tone. Shiny bluish grey and dark green threads embroidered in the form of leaves subtly covered the n-pples of her full breasts and the slit of her v****a. Graceful vines and aesthetic flowers of gold, white, red, pink, blue, purple in different species and sizes draped her thin, see-through sleeves and long side-slitted skirt that flowed like water on the carpet. Her long jet black hair of big loose curls freely fell on her back--as Eve's depictions never showed she had any grandeur hair updos--and swayed simultaneously with the natural roll of her wide hips with her every step.  Overall she looked like an alluring goddess of nature instead of plain sinful Eve. Her provocative outfit earned a lot of hungry and lustful glares from all the men she passed which only fueled her confidence to parade herself. She could have entered the place fully naked if she wanted to, but she prefers to keep cover to sustain a little mystery for the curious eyes. Tonight, she was Eve. And The Red is her garden. Walking idly, she sought the crowd to find her friend, Ann. She found her standing on a spot near the stage, busily watching the performing couple.  Compared to her, Ann looked a lot more decent in her sexy white bralette studded with glimmering diamonds that was paired with a white tutu skirt. Her hair was stylishly pulled up and curled on the side of her smooth pale shoulder. The mask that covered her eyes were built from white feathers.  Sa kabuoan ng ayos ni Ann, naisip ni Kristina na malamang ay si Nina, ang ballerina na gumanap bilang puting swan sa Black Swan, ang ginaya nito.  Tinanggal niya ang manipis na telang nakatabing sa kanyang mukha bago niya ito lapitan. Dahan-dahan siyang lumapit saka ito hinalikan sa pisngi. “Hi,” nakangiting bati niya. May pagkagulat sa mga mata ni Ann nang harapin siya pero kaagad din itong ngumiti nang makilala siya saka nito mabilis na itinaas ang mga braso para bigyan siya ng malaking yakap. Ginantihan niya ang yakap nito. "How do you find the place?" she asked with a friendly smile. "Oh, I f*****g love it here!" Ann squealed happily. Her voice was a little loud, but just loud enough for only the two of them to hear. "Even with their masks on, ang dami kong nakilalang sikat na mga celebrities! I even recognized a few big-shot politicians! Kung sino pa 'yung mga hindi mo mapagkakamalang makamundo, sila pa pala talaga ang may kakaibang trip, 'no? Ang dami rin palang kinky sa Pilipinas." Hindi na nito hinintay ang sagot niya dahil sabik nitong itinuro ang entablado. "And look! That's f*****g hot! Nasty, but still hot. Mukhang sarap na sarap pa si girl. I think I want to try that too." On the stage was a blindfolded woman chained to Saint Andrew's crucifix. The woman wore nothing but the purple corset on her waist. Her t-ts and c-nt exposed to everyone in the area, her arms and legs beautifully decorated with red and purplish welts. She screamed, grunted, and whimpered after every sharp crack of her dominant's whip on her skin. Then she moaned in great pleasure after she gets her reward for enduring the pain. The reward depends on the number of beatings she could take. A kiss from her dominant for a few beatings. A suck on her hardened n-pples for a few more. If she can please him more with her endurance, he may slide a finger inside her. And the best reward she could get is his cock... If, and only if, he would let her have it. "You can find someone here you can do that with," she tells Ann. "Korbin--" she mentions the owner of the club "--told me that there are many singles here who participate in casual hook-ups, but of course, they don't want to f-ck in a vanilla way. If you ever find someone here you want to hook-up with, you won't have to worry about contracting venereal diseases. Just like you were asked for your medical records, all members here undergo strict monthly check-ups to ensure that they don't have any transmissible diseases or infections." "That's great because I don't want condoms used on me. I want to feel whoever I'd f**k with raw." Napahagikgik si Kristina sa sinabi nito. "Just remember, you signed a confidentiality disclosure agreement. Everything that happens here, stays here. Or else, parehas tayong malalagot kay Korbin." "Of course. Wala naman akong mapagsasabihan ng mga ganitong bagay bukod sa'yo. When will I ever get to meet that Korbin guy anyway?" "I'll try to get you a meeting with him when he and I are both here in the Philippines." "I'm looking forward to that." Ann nodded cheerfully. "Thank you sa pagsama mo sa akin dito." Kristina smiled prettily. "You're welcome." Ann was a bastard daughter from the Syvil clan. Her family may have have the wealth and the power and the influence, but Ann didn't because she was considered an outsider to the Syvils. The only reason why she got inside the club was that Kristina tagged her along. Bukod sa pagiging parte ng alta sociedad, malapit na kaibigan din ni Kristina si Korbin King, ang may-ari ng naturang b**m club. She vouched for Ann. Korbin allowed her to bring a friend. They both watched the performance on the stage in silence. Few minutes later, they got to the part where the dominant f-cked her submissive and the area was filled with moans. Moans that were not only from the two f*****g on the stage but also from the other members who were copulating in the background. Kristina scanned the people in her environment. Other than the people f-cking and clusterf-cking around her, there were dominants who simply watched others and submissives who comfortably and quietly knelt or sat next to their master's feet on the carpet like loyal dogs. They had collars around their necks, some with a chain leash attached to it. In the b**m world, collars have different types and different meanings. A play collar has no significant meaning. Posture collars are used to restrict the wearer's neck during acts. Protection collars mean that the dominant don't want others to touch his/her submissive. Training collars wordlessly say that the submissive is still in training, while consideration collars symbolize the intent of the dominant to be in a long-term relationship with his/her sub. And the ownership collar, the most valuable of all the collars, has an equal value to a wedding ring. Kristina had always wondered what it would be like to be in a D/S relationship. To trust someone with your life that you'll let them inflict pain on you, put a collar on your neck, and obey all their whims. Sa tagal na niyang mulat sa mundo ng b**m, kahit kailan ay hindi pa niya nasubukang makipagtalik na may bahid niyon. Sa pagpunta niya sa mga b**m clubs, madalas ay taga-nood lang siya. Bakit? Dahil hindi niya kayang ipagkatiwala ang sarili niya sa iba. There was once a time when she foolishly thought she found someone she could trust her life with. A man she deeply loved. She thought all her affection would be reciprocated, but she was severely disappointed when she found out he did not felt the same way for her.  What happened in her past was an ugly history and the experience dealt trauma enough to leave a scar on her heart that still hurt sometimes. So not wanting to dig up bad memories, she smiled bitterly then shook her head.  "I need booze," she declared. "I'll be back in a minny." She needed a drink to swerve her mind off of depressing thoughts. Making her way to the bar, she spotted a waiter serving wine in the distance. There was only one goblet left on his tray so she made fast steps to get it before anyone could. Aabutin na niya dapat ang kopita pero bigla iyong umangat nang kuhanin ng kung sino. She had to look up before she could throw sharp looks on the asswipe who snatched her drink. A man with an intimidating height over six feet with broad shoulders and muscular physique cladded in white shirt with a black tie under a black vest and a black shiny tailcoat tuxedo stood before her. From head to toe he exuded darkness. His slacks and leather shoes were black too. The upper half of his face was covered with a black Venetian mask accentuated by a few gold lines. He had a heart-shaped face, a long black hair curled at the tips that reached his thick neck, a perfectly chiseled jaw with a scruff beard, and beautiful dark grey eyes.  Those eyes had a hard glare on Kristina and she had to wonder why. But then she felt his eyes raking over her body and she instantly knew.  It was lust.  It made her blood red lips curve a seductive smile. Doon lang niya napansin na wala nga palang takip ang mukha niya. Cellphones and other objects with cameras are strictly discouraged inside the club so it's safe to reveal faces. The masks were only props for the theme. And she highly doubt anyone can recognize her in the place except for Ann. She lives in Russia now and had stayed there for many years. Paminsan-minsan lang siyang bumabalik sa Pilipinas para bisitahin ang ilang kamag-anak. Matagal na niyang pinutol ang lahat ng koneksyon niya sa mga taong labas sa pamilya niya na nakilala niya sampung taon na ang nakakaraan maliban kay Ann. She's confident that no one other than Ann would recognize  her in The Red. Nakadalawang linggong vacation leave lang siya sa trabaho para bisitahin ang mga magulang niya sa Pilipinas. Kinuha niya ang isang araw para makabisita sa club ng kaibigan. Pagkaraan ng ilang araw ay babalik na rin naman na siya sa Russia. Kung sakali man na may ibang makakilala sa kanya, na malabong mangyari, ay hindi na rin mahalaga dahil lalayas na rin naman siya sa bansa pagkaraan ng ilang araw. May mapang-akit pa rin na ngiti sa mga mapupulang labi, ibunuka niya ang mga labi para magsalita. "I would die for a glass of wine right now," she purred at the tall man. "What would I get if I give you this?" the man croaked in a deep sexy British accent. Her smile widened. She tiltled her head a little to observe his face with amused eyes. "You get nothing." Tumaas ang sulok ng labi ng lalaki. Sa ngiti nitong ibinigay, kaya nang sabihin ni Kristina na nuknukan ng gwapo ang kausap sa likod ng suot nitong maskara.  "Ah. That's unfortunate," he said. "How so?" "Because I want you in my bed. Tonight. Or maybe forever." That made her crack a short smug laugh. Bumaba ang tingin niya sa hawak nitong kopita na nakapwesto sa gawing ibaba ng tiyan nito. Long, thick fingers held the glass goblet. The wine in it was reflecting like a luminous dark red apple with the littlest light it could catch. She was Eve tonight and she thought she had just found her forbidden fruit. Dumampi ang mga daliri niya sa kamay nito para kuhanin ang kopita, na hinayaan naman nitong mapunta sa kanya. "You need more than wine to lure me in your bed." Slowly, she raised the glass to her lips and took a small sip. Then she did a curtsy and said "Poka," in her Russian accent, meaning goodbye. Turning her back, she walked her way back to Ann but stopped immediately on her feet after seeing that her friend was being 'friendly' with a man. Seems like her friend found someone. Ayaw niyang makaabala kaya hindi na niya ito nilapitan.  She strongly believes that the place is under an excellent security system as there is nothing less to expect from any establishments owned by the notorious Korbin King who handles many illegal businesses in and out of the Philippines that had never come to light in the public eye. She and Ann and so is everyone else in the club are safe. Hindi man niya napapansin, pero tiyak niyang maraming surveillance cameras at security guards sa paligid. Wala rin siyang dapat ipangamba sa mga kasamahan nilang naroon, lalo na sa mga dominenteng lalaki na miyembro roon. Everyone has been thoroughly background checked and oriented before they could step in the place. Also, Ann wore a white velvet bracelet on her wrist which was a symbol that she's knew to the place and that everyone should handle her with much care like she was a newborn baby. In The Red, you can do whatever is frowned upon by the society. But never that is frowned upon by the management. No one wants to piss off Korbin, the king, because his anger is one big f*****g hell of a fit to deal with. So no... She didn't have to worry about members disobeying the implemented rules in the club. Ann wouldn't be in danger with a stranger. Napag-isipan muna niyang maglakad-lakad. She thinks she's going to fall in love with the structural and the interior design of the mansion. One thing she admired about Korbin was his great and rich taste for things, especially in art. Art was the reason they found each other. It was their similar taste and the compatibility of their demons that made them close friends.  Pagkalipas ng ilang minuto ng paglalakad at pagmamasid sa paligid, nakaramdam siya na parang may sumusunod sa kanya. Akala niya ay imahinasyon niya lang iyon pero napatunayan niyang hindi iyon guni-guni lang nang makita ulit niya ang lalaki kanina na ngayon ay  nakatayo ng ilang metro mula sa likuran niya. "Where have you been?" the tall man in the black Venetian asked in a half smile. "I've been looking for you all my life." That earned a sultry laugh from her. "That's the shittiest pick-up line I've heard." "Ah. Well it's not a pick-up line." She makes a little sway with her hips as she crossed their distance. "You've been following me." "I am." "Why?" "Because you have something that is mine." "This?" Itinaas niya ang hawak na kopita. Pagkatapos ay nilagok niya ang lahat ng laman niyon. She licked her lips after and saw that his grey eyes followed the movement of her tongue. "Ah." That ah was starting to turn her on. "You're a f*****g tease. Maybe I should drink whatever's left from your mouth then." "Oh, aren't you ambitious?" He puts her hand on her waist, he does it softly. She inhaled his scent and was bewitched by how delicious he smelled. Expensive, woodsy, fragrant perfume. His scent was intoxicating. "When I said you had something that's mine, I didn't mean the wine. I meant this." He suddenly claimed her mouth  in a possessive kiss and when the surprise made her gasp, he took the opportunity to invade her mouth with his tongue. The kiss was so good that it influenced her to kiss him back with the same intensity. His mouth expertly delved in her mouth and he tasted  like honey and wine, it was addicting. They didn't stop eating each other's mouth until both their lungs begged for air. Kristina hadn't been kissed like that for years.  "I am Eve," she managed to introduce herself between labored breaths. "That's not your real name." Again, she laughed. "I am Kristina Ivanov. And you are?" She expected him to say his name but he did not. "Are you the forbidden tree? The forbidden fruit? Or perhaps, the serpent?" "Hmm," he hummed. "Didn't the kiss bring you down the memory lane?" Her smile became smaller. Confused and curious, she asked, "What memory lane?" "Ah. You don't recognize me." "Ah," she imitated him. She reached to his face to remove his mask, which he allowed her to do.  She was right. The man was handsome. Very handsome.  But her world stopped spinning when she recognized who the man was. Her body froze. Her blood ran cold. He laughed. "You look like you saw a ghost." Gusto niyang umiling pero hindi niya magawang gumalaw. No. Not a ghost. A devil. Tonight, she was Eve. And the devil  found her. When she recovered from the surprise, she instantly pulled away like she was burned. She also took a few steps back. It was him. André Decena. The one she loved. The man who broke her heart and spirit a long time ago. "Tina," he says her name in a serious tone. The roll of her name from his tongue made her shiver. No. Umatras pa ulit siya ng ilang hakbang. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. All her red flags rose when he took a step towards her.  Like a child trying to run away from a monster in her nightmare, she ran as fast as she could. The mere sight of his face burned and tightened her chest and she couldn't breathe. Tears, which she didn't let him see, streamed down her face as she fled away from the person who had severely hurt her ten years ago. As she ran away crying, the only things that were in her mind was the pain, the fear, and the word no.