A Devil Boss

Chapter 11.1

Doubting, Sera stood outside the Sanctuary Studios Lax club. This was where Belials wanted to take her out? All the women in lacquer and leather seemed repulsive at first glance, and Sera didn't really know what to make of this atmosphere.

But at the same time, she was curious to have this experience. Whether she liked it or not would be seen afterward.

"Nervous?" asked Belial amusedly, standing next to her and apparently eyeing her.

"And how," Sera admitted quietly, wanting to know how it would go.

"It's basically that you fill out a questionnaire with your preferences," he explained. "Also with experience and things like that. Then you'll be matched with someone who has similar preferences," Belial informed her.

What kind of questions would really be asked, she could not guess. To Sera, it sounded like Belial was talking about an average s*x club.

Together they went inside, and Sera looked around. The hallway was dark and was not that inviting at first glance.

They were met by a young woman who had curves in all the right places and was dressed in red lacquer. "Welcome," she greeted, making a welcoming gesture before the woman led them into a room. It was comfortably furnished. Primarily in red and gold.

Somehow, at that moment, Sera felt like she was in a whorehouse. She had never been in one, but that was how she imagined it.

Uncomfortable, Sera rubbed her arms, settled down on the leather couch, and looked questioningly at Belial. "You really come here often?" she asked doubtfully.

"Yes, it's fun to meet new people and things," he explained, leaning back.

Sera, however, was presented with a sheet of paper.

The questions on it were initially what Sera had expected. But when asked if she had any experience in being tied up or tied down, she frowned. Also, whether she preferred being a dom or sub. "What the hell does that mean?" she asked Belial quietly, not wanting others to catch on to her ignorance. Yet they were alone in the room.

This seemed to surprise Belial. "Sub is the passive part—the one who allows himself to be tied up. Dom the opposite," he tried to explain. "However, the sub is the one who restricts how far both partners go."

Sera hesitated to check the box. She was neither, but there was no third option, so she chose sub. The questions got pretty bizarre and ranged from whippings to real injuries. Who would want to do something like that to themselves voluntarily?

Finally, Sera finished filling it out and handed the paper to the woman who had led her here.

She thanked her sincerely and then left the room. Sera stayed behind and waited.

Nervously she looked around and hoped that she had not made a mistake in coming here. Probably she would not have agreed at all, but now she was here and could not leave so quickly. If only because she wanted to thank Belial somehow for helping her.

The woman came back holding two eye masks. "If you would please follow me," she said, addressing Sera.

Hesitantly, Sera stood up and gave Belial a questioning look. "Where are you leading me?" she wanted to know from the woman. Why did she have two eye masks in her hand? She quickly wised up as the woman handed one to Belial and the other to Sera.

"To a room," the woman said softly, almost amused.

Sera's heart skipped a beat as she followed the woman, and she wondered why Belial didn't come along as well. Wouldn't they be together?

She felt like saying that she would prefer to move back after all, but at the same time, she was curious about what kind of scene this was. Afterward, she could still say that she didn't like it.

Instinctively, she put on the mask that fit her perfectly and let herself be led into a room that had a large four-poster bed in the center. There was an armchair and more footstools. Everything was upholstered in red fabric.

Then she heard the door close behind her. It was a strange feeling to suddenly be alone. While she thought all the red was pretty tacky, somehow, it fits this club.

Then another door opened, and a man entered, wearing only black leather pants and an eye mask. Sera recognized how he eyed her, and she, in turn, watched his bare, muscular chest.

She winced at the thought that this man was really very attractive. However, she swallowed and did not know what to say. His appearance had simply left her speechless. Therefore, she did not utter a greeting but moistened her lips, which had become dry.

"Hello, little mouse," he said in a low, raspy voice. "It has been brought to my attention that you have never tried this before," he said quietly.

At the salutation, Sera raised her eyebrows. Little mouse? Somehow the language didn't match the man's demeanor at all. "No, I haven't," she chirped like a church mouse.

"That's good. I like playing with newbies," he said, coming toward her. As soon as he was in front of her, he raised his hand and took one of her strands, twisting it slightly.

This prevented Sera from backing away. Heavens was his figure intimidating. Whether it was the leather pants or the muscular torso, Sera couldn't tell. "What do you mean play?" she asked in a whisper, not trusting her voice.

"What do you think it means?" he asked in a raspy voice, gently stroking her cheek but not letting go of her strand.

Helplessly, Sera shrugged her shoulders. She was visibly overwhelmed. "I don't know," she murmured, trying to meet his gaze. "I don't know this scene, and I don't know what playing means with you guys."

"Very interesting," he breathed, running his hand over her neck.

Immediately goosebumps spread over Sera's fair skin. At the same time, she shuddered, for her gentle touch was not what she had expected.

"Don't be afraid," the man said gently. "I won't do anything you don't want me to."

Plaintively, Sera replied as she stood there quietly, not knowing what she actually wanted.

"Then we'll find out," the black-haired man said, continuing to caress her skin before he began to slowly circle her like a predator.

This caused Sera to get goosebumps all over again. She felt like a sitting duck for the man she couldn't gauge at all.

Did it feel that way because she didn't know him? Because she was sure, he wouldn't hurt her here? Sera was not convinced.

Words couldn't always be trusted, and she also didn't know how far people here would go and if they would actually stop.

"Before it starts, we're going to set a word that you name, so I'll stop if I go too far," he explained, now standing in front of her again.

"W-what word?" asked Sera indecisively. Was something like that actually enough?

"One that you're fixing now," he said calmly.

Overwhelmed because all the words had suddenly slipped her mind, she stared at the man. Only after a few seconds did she quietly bring out the word "kitty."

That made him laugh. "All right. As soon as you say that word, I'll let go of you right now and free you," he promised.

"Free you?" squeaked Sera in horror. Was he locking her up and taking a whip?

The man laughed. "Don't be afraid, little one. I'm gentle."

Sera jerked away as the dark laughter filled the room. "All right," she muttered, taking a deep breath. "What do I have to do?"

"Nothing. Relax and enjoy yourself," he said in a raspy voice.

Doubting but also expectant, she looked at the man with a mask. Was she supposed to relax and enjoy? Somehow she didn't quite understand what was so fascinating about it right now.

Again, he began to caress her. "Close your eyes," he whispered, moving behind her. His fingers gently ran along her arms.

Almost obediently, she slowly closed her eyes but couldn't stop her breathing from quickening. Her head was buzzing because the man's gentleness didn't really want to match the atmosphere in the room.

Sera turned her head to the side with her eyes closed as if she wanted to see what he was doing.

She heard soft rustling and then a click. It irritated her because she couldn't place it. "Don't be startled," he breathed and took her hands behind her back, where it clicked again.

Sera felt a slight tightness around her wrists, holding them in place. Had he just cuffed her with plush handcuffs? To find out, Sera opened her eyes and squinted backward, but she couldn't see anything more than red plush.

"Don't be afraid," he said softly, stepping behind her so he could wrap his arms around her and pull her against him. Then he seemed to wait to see how she reacted.