Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
She hung her work clothes in the garment bag and then locked it in a locker and slipped the key into the small pocket at the side of her dress. Now she was ready to play—or at least to watch others play. And who knew, she might get lucky. Tonight might be the night she met the Daddy Dom of her dreams. A girl could hope, after all.
Addison walked into the main part of the club, with no idea that she was being watched and followed.
4
ADDISON
The Torture Palace was basically a huge sex dungeon divided into different rooms. The main area was two stories high and built like a dance club. There was a long, sleek, brushed steel bar at one end, and an open area for dancing and mingling in the middle. Neon lights provided most of the illumination, making the club a dark cave lit with flashes of blue and pink, purple and green.
Around the main area were the separate rooms for different kinks. Addison normally headed right for the spanking room, but tonight she decided to get a drink at the bar first.
“Shirley Temple, extra maraschino cherries,” she told the bartender, when he raised his pierced eyebrows at her. It was her usual drink when she was playing this age—a sweet, non-alcoholic drink that a little girl would order when she was pretending to be grown up. It got her in the mood to be her little self and gave her time to observe the room and see if there was anyone she might want to play with.
Down at the end of the bar, she saw a Dom she knew dressed in a black leather vest. He was nice enough, but he already had two female subs hanging off his arms. Both of them were so skinny she could see their hipbones poking out of the torn lace body stockings they wore.
Addison sighed. That was another one of her problems—a lot of people seemed to think that a little ought to be, well, little. And though Addison was petite, she was also extra curvy. Some Daddy Doms didn’t like that—they wanted a pocket princess they could lift easily and carry around. Addison didn’t really fall into that category.
Commander Courick didn’t have any problem lifting you and holding you—remember how he caught you when you fell? whispered a little voice in her head. He’s so strong he could probably hold you all day.
Addison pushed the thought away and sipped her bright pink drink. The bartender had added extra cherries, just as she requested, and she took her time biting them off their long stems and letting their sugary syrup run down her throat. It didn’t matter how much she wanted her big Kindred boss to be her Daddy Dom—it was never going to happen, she reminded herself. So it was probably best to stop fantasizing about it.
After finishing the drink, she left the empty glass on the bar and wandered over to the far back of the club. She passed the DJ station, pumping out loud, thumping music and the Leather Lounge area, which was mostly for gay men—Tops and their twinks.
There was a couple in there now—a big, hairy man in his forties with a beard down to his chest and fur on his shoulders and broad back. He had a thin, pale man who looked to be no older than twenty, bent over a padded leather bench. The twink had his leather shorts around his ankles and the Bear was fondling his balls while the twink made high-pitched moaning sounds.
Addison passed them by and poked her head into the room on the far right. This was an area the club had only recently created and it was one reason she had joined. The Age Play room was made up like a little girl’s bedroom—in fact, it didn’t look that different from Addison’s bedroom in her apartment.
There was a twin bed with pink sheets and a lacy coverlet. There were even a few bedtime stories scattered around that a Daddy could read to his little. Opposite the bed was the punishment corner—a broad leather chair without arms was set up next to a rack of instruments including hairbrushes, paddles, and riding crops. Here a stern but loving Daddy Dom could take his little over his knee and spank her to make her behave if she was acting bratty.
Addison stood there for a long moment, looking at the Age Play room with longing. There was no one in there at the moment—there rarely was. She wished she could find a Daddy who would be willing to tuck her into bed and read to her and also to spank her when she was naughty. But since there was no one here, she might as well move on.
With a longing sigh, she left the empty room and made her way across the club to the spanking and punishment area, which was much bigger. There were several St. Andrew’s crosses set up on either end as well as some leather padded spanking benches. There were rows of implements hanging all over the walls from riding crops to floggers to canes.