The Dungeon
The Dungeon is a fictional club that shows up in several of my stories. The first time was in BOUND, and then again in TROUBLE, and WICKED, which is Karl’s story and won’t be out until 2008, The Dungeon will again be a setting for several scenes.
However, here on THE DUNGEON on my website, you will get sneak peeks, behind the scenes interviews and research links that have helped educate me.
FROM BOUND:
“Pear cider, right?” Karl handed me a chilled green bottle, and dropped into the chair next to me, pulling my attention away from the small brink building across the street.
“Perfect.” I smiled at him. “Thank you, for the ride… and the drink.”
“Happy to oblige. I have to admit, I was pretty surprised you actually called, Caitlyn.”
“Hey! That could’ve been my full name. I just choose to go by Katie.”
He chuckled and slung an arm casually around my shoulders. “Yeah, right. It had nothing to do with being in a wet t-shirt contest right?”
“Nothing wrong with a girl wanting to play it safe while she…played.”
Karl took a swig of his beer and set it back on the table. Then he focused all his attention on me. “And what do you want to do now? Play? Or play it safe?”
The band inside started to play and the music spilled out onto the patio as I considered my options. Karl was a very sexy man, and my body was already humming with the need for some action.
“What’s over there?” I asked, nodding my chin towards the brick building, and the well-dressed man standing guard in a small doorway. There was a simple sign over the door that said The Dungeon.
Karl glanced across the street and when he looked back at me his eyes had a speculative gleam in them. “It’s an underground club.”
The air between us shifted, tightened. He hadn’t said it was nightclub, just a club. My pulse jumped. I had a good idea of what it might be…but I wasn’t sure. “What kind of club?”
He lifted his beer to his lips and took a slow pull from it before setting it on the table and shifting to get a better look at me. “A BDSM club.”
Heat swept through me. “BDSM as in domination and submission?”
His head cocked to the left. “D and S is part of it yes. Does that interest you, Katie?”
My cheeks warmed as I remembered the way I felt when I was with Joe. The urge to do whatever it took to please him. The pleasure I got from submitting to him. I shifted in my seat and squeezed my thighs together.
“Yes, it does.” The words were firm and I met his gaze squarely. He had that lazy arrogant look that had caught my attention that first night and a light bulb went on in my brain. He was a Dom. That was why I’d been so attracted to him in the first place.
Heat simmered in his chocolate colored eyes and I felt it coil low in my belly. It was as if he were stripping me naked and getting ready to introduce himself to my body right there and then.
“Do you have experience with D/s play, Katie?” His tone turned into a seductive purr, and all the background distractions faded away.
“A little bit.”
His eyes shone and his voice was pure seduction. “Do you want more?”
FROM TROUBLE:
Samair reached the bottom stair and stood in font of the linebacker in a business suit stationed there. She met his eyes and flashed a naughty smile as his eyes ran over her from head to toe with appreciation before he looked over her shoulder at Val.
“Guests of Karl Dawson.” Val said from behind her. His voice was strong, his hand at her back solid.
The doorman checked his clipboard before holding the door open. “Welcome to The Dungeon, Sir.”
Samair passed him and started down another set of stairs. These ones were a bit steeper, and difficult in her heels so she went slowly. The music got louder with each step and by the time she reached the bottom, and another linebacker, she was feeling sultry, seductive, and ready for anything.
“Master Dawson is along the back wall, sir. Second booth to the left of the bar,” said the linebacker as soon as Val stood next to her.
Val thanked him for his directions and steered her deeper into the cavernous room. Blue lights, low ceilings, and chains along the walls made it resemble a real dungeon. It was only Wednesday night, but the place was packed.
Packed with people dressed in leather, latex and silk. Some had masks on that brought Mardi Gras to mind, others wore less than her corset and coat. Val steered her through the crowd silently, letting her drink in her fill.
Everything looked so … erotic. Always a tactile person Samair had to fist her hands at her sides to keep from reaching out to touch everything and everyone they passed. She wanted to get a closer look at the latex bodysuit. Or the contraption made of leather straps crisscrossed over one shirtless guy’s chest and back that blended into a leash held by the woman seated next to him.
Glad for Val’s guiding hand she followed him blindly while her head swiveled constantly taking in the whole experience.
When Val stopped in front of a circular booth occupied by a couple, it didn’t phase her that the aroused expression on the woman’s face insured there was some obvious fondling going on under the table. Instead the first thing Samair noticed was that the white dress she was wearing was completely see thru and her nipples were painted or tattooed or something. Then she noticed that both of the guy’s hands were on the table top and the woman was playing with herself, in full view of him. Putting on a show for him.
Val grinned and shook his head before speaking loudly. “Karl, this is Samair. Samair, my good friend Karl.”
Samair gazed at the man lounging in front of her. Blond curls and brown eyes did not make him look soft or innocent, despite the fact that he was dressed simply in a black t shirt with no leather or studs in sight.