Chapter Twelve

Grant squeezed Sara's hand when they walked through the door of the club. He knew she was nervous, but he also knew she trusted him enough not to be afraid.

He had gone over a few rules on the way there, and he could see she was already breaking one of them by staring at everyone. He knew if it had been his first time, he'd be doing the same thing, but he cleared his throat. She glanced up at him.

"Eyes down, Little Sub."

She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

He placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Good girl."

"Hello, Tracy. I've talked to the men, and they know about me bringing Sara."

"Is she your new sub?" Tracy asked.

His brows snapped together as his eyes narrowed. "Are you asking me a question, Sub?"

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, Sir. I was just curious," Tracy stuttered.

He tugged on Sara's hand. "Come on, Sweetheart. We need to put your sandals and purse in my locker."

"Why didn't you introduce us?" Sara asked right before they opened the door to the main club.

"Because she's not a nice person, and I doubt she's even a submissive. She likes to make women jealous."

"That's not nice."

He kissed the top of her head again. "No, Sweetheart. It's not."

He opened the main door, pulled her through, and let it shut behind them. He hid a smile when she jumped at the thud of the door closing behind them. She crowded closer to him, and with wide eyes, looked around.

"Little Sub," he warned.

Her head immediately dropped, making him smile. He led her past the long bar and into the sub lounge. He saw Jake with his sub tucked against him. Jake waved when he saw them, kissed his sub's temple, and came to them.

"You have a lovely sub, Grant," Jake said.

If her grip got any tighter, his fingers would fall off. "Yes, she is. Her name is Sara. This is also the first time she's ever been in this type of club. That's why I asked if your sub and the others would help her."

"Absolutely. They are excited to meet her. Come this way."

Jake led them to a small group of women.

"May I introduce them?" Jake asked.

Grant nodded. "Please."

"Sara, I'd like you to meet Janessa, Cat, Hanna, and Bella. Bella is my submissive. They are anxious to meet you and would love to answer every question you have. Would you like that?" Jake asked.

She peeked at Grant, and when he nodded, she said, "Yes, Sir."

"How about you sit with them? I need to talk to a few people, but I'll be back," Grant said.

"But…" Sara said.

"Sweetheart. I would never leave you with anyone I didn't trust. These are nice women. It won't be long. I'll also tell you to stay with them until I get back. No leaving the sub lounge."

She nodded. "Yes, Sir."

He kissed her forehead. "Good. The girls are waiting."

Sara walked to them but glanced back at him a few times. The girls parted so there was space between them for her to sit. Right away, she was engrossed with the women, answering their questions.

Grant checked on her a few more times, but she was always laughing or talking to one of the girls. He planned on showing her around in a bit, but he thought it was more important for her to bond with the other women. He leaned against the bar and sipped a beer, looking at Sara as he talked to Macy.

"Fuck me," Macy said.

Grant glanced at him. "What?"

"Isn't that your ex-wife?"

Grant looked around and almost groaned when he saw her headed his way. "Fuck is right."

"Ohhh, there's my husband. I've been looking for you."

His eyes ran down her body. She was even thinner than before, so she looked emaciated. She'd also gotten a boob job, and it only made her look more fake.

"It's ex -husband. What do you want, Kendra?" he asked.

Her bottom lip came out in a pout that just pissed him off. When she started running her hands over his chest, he grabbed onto her wrist and squeezed. "I didn't give you permission to touch me."

"Oh, poo. Don't be mean. It's been so long, and I miss you."

"No, what you miss is the money. If you had cared about me, you wouldn't have slept around."

"If you had given me more attention, I wouldn't have had to," she countered.

Macy snorted. "Once a whore, always a whore. What the hell did you see in this cunt?"

"I'm not sure," Grant said and smiled at the flush of anger on her face.

"You don't talk to me like that, bastard," she spat out.

"It's my club, bitch. I can do whatever the hell I want."

Grant bit his lip to keep from laughing. "Kendra, leave, and never come back. You don't belong here."

"But I miss you…."

Grant turned to Macy. "Can you have someone throw her out?"

Macy grinned. "I will. It would be my pleasure." He walked around the bar, grabbed onto her upper arm, and started dragging her off.

Grant chuckled as she screeched out in fury. He laughed again when he saw Macy's satisfied expression when he came back.

"That bitch won't be allowed in here again," Macy said.

"I appreciate it," Grant said. He glanced at Sara and saw a few of the women had left with their Doms. She sat with Cat and Bella. He could tell she was getting tired, so he needed to give her a quick tour and get her home in bed.

He sat his glass down. "Thank you, Macy. I'm going to grab Sara and show her a few things before we leave."

Macy smiled. "I see she's not used to the nightlife."

"No. She was probably up at six this morning to go to the ranch where she volunteers to clean stalls."

"That's a good woman you got there, buddy."

"Oh, I definitely know that," Grant said.

Grant walked over to the women and held his hand out to Sara. "I'm taking my sub, ladies. Thank you for staying with her."

He tucked Sara against his side.

"It was our pleasure, Sir," Cat said. "She already fits in."

"That's good to know. I want to make things as easy as I can for her."

"We'll be here for her," Bella said.

"Good night," Sara said to them as he turned them to walk away.

"Do you want a quick tour of this floor before we go?"

"Yes. I'd like that."

A lot of people had already left, but there was still enough to entertain and show Sara some aspects of the club. He stood behind her and set his hand on her stomach as she watched each show to determine which turned her on the most.

The one where the man was taking his sub from behind made her pulse race. The woman was draped over a padded table, so she was comfortable as the man fucked her hard.

"Do you want me to do that to you?"

Sara pulled her eyes away from the couple and then up at him. "He's … in her bottom, isn't he?"

Grant smiled and nodded.

"I don't know, Sir. I've never done any of that."

"You've never had even a finger in your ass?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No. My husband was very traditional."

She didn't have to say more. He understood that she probably only had missionary sex with her husband. It thrilled him because he would be the one to teach her everything else.

"I guarantee you'll love everything I do to you."

Sara glanced at the couple and then back at him. "But he looks like he's hurting her. He's being a little violent."

Grant pointed at the woman's face. "Look at her and tell me what you see?"

The woman's face was toward them, and he could see her heightened desire and her begging for more. He waited for a moment.

"It looks like she likes it?" Sara murmured.

"I can guarantee she loves it. Those two have been together for over a decade, so he knows what she needs to get the most pleasure. The majority of Doms I know work hard to make their subs feel as good as they can. They want to give them everything."

"What about the Doms? What do they get out of it?" Sara asked.

"They get their pleasure through their submissives. It turns me on when I see how hot you are for me. I want to make you feel good over and over again and find everything that pleases you."

She leaned back against him. "Can we go home, Master?"

His breath caught in his throat. Sara calling him that made him feel even closer to her. He knew as time passed, the more they would bond, the better.

"Yes, Little Sub. Let's go."

He led her out to his truck, lifted her in, and buckled her seat belt. They were both quiet on the ride home, but they never let go of each other's hands.

"Will you stay with me tonight?" she asked.

"Yes. I'd love to."

She smiled and looked out the front window.

They pulled into her driveway and parked. He looked at the dark house. "I want you to turn a few lights on when you leave the house."

She nodded and leaned against him as they walked up to the door. He took the key from her, unlocked the door, and handed it back.

She turned the kitchen light on and chuckled when her dogs came running to say hi. Sara petted them for a moment.

He rubbed a hand up and down her back. "Come on, Sweetheart. You're about ready to drop."

"I want a quick shower before bed. Is that okay?"

He nodded. "Of course. I'll take one after you."

Grant sat on the bed to pull his boots off as she started to strip out of her outfit. She came over to him and lifted her hair.

"Can you unhook this for me, please?"

"Sure."

He tossed the bustier off to the side and watched her walk into the bathroom. "Keep the door open."

She paused, nodded, and released her grip on the knob.

He watched her put her hair up in a messy bun and step into the shower. It didn't take long before he heard the water turn off, and she was walking out with a towel wrapped around her torso.

He stood and pulled the black shirt off and then went for the zipper to his black leather pants.

"No, you don't need a nightgown or panties. You never will when you're sleeping with me," he told her when she walked to her dresser.

She nodded and turned to go back to the bathroom to brush her teeth. He watched her pull the band out of her hair and run the brush through it a few times before walking into the bedroom.

He stripped off the rest of his clothes and stepped into the shower. The water cascaded down his body. He didn't take a lot of time because he knew she'd be too tired to make love, but he needed to hold her all night. In the morning, he'd wake her up with some kisses and have her satisfied before they got out of bed.

After brushing his teeth with the new brush she set out for him, he turned off the light on the nightstand, pulled off the towel, and slid into bed.

He smiled when he saw her asleep already. He maneuvered her on her side and back against his chest. He nuzzled the side of her head and smiled when she mumbled something in her sleep but didn't wake.

As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted to take care of her even more. It occurred to him that he was already head over heels in love with her. On the one hand, it thrilled him that he found a woman for whom he could feel strongly, but the lie about the ranch still hung over him.

He'd be at peace when she finally knew, and they got over the fight he knew they'd have. He just had to suck it up and get it over with as soon as possible because the more time that passed, the harder it would be.