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  “Cheers.” I replied. Still shocked by her admission, I put the tumbler to my lips and took a sip. The rich liquid slid down my throat and gave me a warm relaxed feeling. The taste was an explosion of flavours on my tongue, but I could pick out honey and mild spices. I looked back to Izzy. She was obviously waiting for me to make a comment. “You’re a Mistress?” I whispered the word looking round the bar in a suspicious manner.

  She rolled her eyes at me. “I didn’t take you for a prude. Surely you’ve read about BDSM?”

  “Well yes, but I never thought...”

  “Thought what?” Izzy’s eyebrow rose and she smirked at me.

  “I just never thought I’d be face to face with a Mistress.” I whispered the word again and took a sip of my drink. I drank too much in my haste and started to cough.

  She patted my back. “Shit you’re only supposed to sip it.” She rubbed my back until the coughing started to subside. I looked up at her as she continued to rub my back. “Oh, don’t look at me like that. I’m not into women. Well most of the time anyway.” Izzy removed her hand and leaned back casually against the sofa. “What’s your name?”

  “Ella... Ella Blake.” My voice sounded a little hoarse from all the coughing.

  “Well Ella Blake, just so you know I don’t pick up random women all the time. Why were you in Anne Summers?”

  My face flushed again. I looked anywhere but at Izzy “I... well I haven’t been with anybody in three years and I haven’t...”

  “Come?” She blurted out, I’m sure my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and she laughed.

  “Yes. I haven’t…” I can’t say it. “Well what you said, in seven months.”

  “Why the hell not?” She sounded angry on my behalf. I shrugged my shoulders, but she narrowed her eyes at me and I got the feeling she knew I was hiding something. “And the reason you don’t have a man fulfilling those needs for you is because?”

  How could I explain? Only my sister knew that I’d been raped and abused by my ex. Although I had only just met Izzy I felt the urge to tell her. She instantly made me feel like I could trust her. It’s just bringing up those memories took me back to when it happened. I shrank back into my seat and stared down at my hands fiddling in my lap. “I... My last time was non-consensual.” All’s quiet for a moment and when I looked up into Izzy’s eyes I saw concern and sympathy. For a moment she’d lost the hard edge I had seen so far and I think that’s the moment I knew we would be friends for life.

  “I know just how to help you.” She said with a wicked gleam in her eyes. I watched her sceptically. “You should become a mistress.” She said it so matter of fact and looked as though she’d just solved world peace.

  “Excuse me?” I blurted out. I looked at her is disbelief.

  “Trust me Ella.” She said calmly. We continued the night drinking far too many brandies and getting to know one another.

  A knock at my door shakes me from my thoughts. “Yes?” I shout. Alex walks in.

  “Hey.” I turn to him, ready to tell him that everything is in place for tonight, but my words get stuck when I catch sight of him.

  “Wow!” I blurt out. Alex is dressed in a sharp black suit, with a white shirt and his dark hair is just the right amount of smart and ruffled. His blue eyes, so much like Jack’s seem to be jumping out tonight. Especially with the ice blue tie he’s wearing. “You look…” I can’t seem to form a sentence. I have only ever thought of Alex as a brother, but as a woman I’d have to be blind not to recognise the Adonis standing before me.

  /“Why thank you.” He replies bowing at me like a gentleman.

  “Give over Alex. You’re no gentleman.” I joke

  He feigns being upset. “You wound me fair maiden.”

  I chuckle and walk over to him to straighten his tie. “Are you ready for tonight?”

  “It’s not my first time.” He smiles down at me and holds out his arm for me to take. “Shall we?”

  “We shall.” I put my arm in his and he escorts me to the top floor where the auction is being held.

  Both Alex and I oversee the event and it goes very well. Twelve subs went under the hammer, along with nine Dominants. As the event draws to a close I feel a sense of pride for my club. The people who come here are from all walks of life. Doctors, teachers and even regular housewives, but they all have complete respect for one another.

  “Want to go grab a drink or are you still needed?” Alex asks.

  “I’m good to go.” We head down to the main bar.

  “What's your poison?” He asks sitting down at one of the barstools.

  “I will just have a coke thanks. I'm on the clock and will be here late tonight. So how do you think the auction went?”

  “It couldn’t have gone smoother. You worked tirelessly to make it a success and I’m astounded. I think everyone got what they wanted out of it and now you have a good income to better the club.”

  I smile at his compliments. “I’d also like to donate some of it to the local charity we support.”

  “That sounds like a perfect idea. Which charity?”

  “There’s a local safe house for both men and women who’ve suffered abuse in their relationships. It’s close to my heart obviously and I try and help them out when I can.”

  “You’re amazing, you know that?” I smile and squeeze his hand. “Ella I need to ask you something?” He looks at me worriedly and I can’t help wondering what’s bothering him.

  “Of course, anything.” I reassure him.

  “Did you tell Jack about Eric?” Ah, so that’s it. He didn’t want to bring up Eric and risk upsetting me.

  “Yes. He came to see me the day after the opening and it just seemed like the right time to tell him. Why, did he say something?”

  “Yes and no. He came home from yours in a foul mood and said everything had gone okay, but...”

  “But what?”

  “He wouldn’t say and I decided not to interrogate him. I know Jack and any secrets you tell him he’ll take to the grave. I just knew from the mood he was in that you’d told him, as it’s the same mood I was in after you told me. That feeling that you want to punch someone’s lights out. Thing is, I ended up punching his lights out.”

  “Oh no Alex, you didn’t have another fight did you?” Bloody men, why do they feel the only way to solve something are with their fists.

  “No, no, no. We went to the gym to spar and he dropped his guard. I swung and knocked him out. Thankfully we had all our gear on; otherwise I could’ve given him a sweet black eye.” Alex looks proud of himself. If he were a cockerel, he’d be strutting around right now. The thought makes me chuckle.

  “Ah, okay that makes more sense. I thought maybe you’d had another fight.”

  “Nah we don’t usually fight. Guess I had to get him back for that thick lip he gave me though.” We finish our drinks and a sub approaches him. He excuses himself and although part of me is curious to see Alex in action, I’m not sure I’m ready for that.

  I take a walk around the club to check on things; make sure everyone is behaving. When I make my way to the dungeon I can see quite a few people interested in one of the zones. As I move closer I see a sub intricately tied up in a swing and a man slamming into her. Holy shit its Alex. I know I should leave, but I can’t take my eyes off the look on the sub’s face. She seems to have entered sub space and looks like she’s experiencing pure unadulterated pleasure. My eyes drift to Alex who is thrusting into her with precise control. His muscles flex as he moves and I take a moment to appreciate the male form in all its glory. He seems to be talking to her, but I’m too far away to hear what he’s saying. Slowly he pulls on some ropes to change her position. She’s now almost upright and he wraps his hand around her throat, as he continues to enter her. He whispers something in her ear and she lets out a long loud moan as her orgasm throbs through her body. Alex pumps into her a few more times, then stills. The crowd starts to move away and I go back upstairs. Okay that w
asn’t as weird as I thought it would be. I know he’s like a brother to me and seeing him have sex should be strange, but that’s the thing about BDSM. It’s almost an art form to me and I take pleasure in watching other people enjoy it.

  Chapter 9

  Ella

  I wake up Saturday morning feeling restless, so I decide to head out for a run around the green. Stepping outside, I feel the warmth of the sun hit me and I close my eyes and breathe in the fresh air. As I slowly stretch I see a familiar figure heading toward me.

  “Hey, Ella.”

  “Alex. How’re you?”

  “Feeling good thanks. Looks like we both needed to get out this morning then.” It’s more of a statement than a question.

  I crouch down to tighten my shoe laces. “Yeah I need to work off some energy and thought a run would be a good idea.”

  Alex crouches down in front of me, “Well how about I give you another option?”

  “And what would that be?” I say eyeing him suspiciously.

  We both stand, “I’m off to the gym for a bit of sparring with Jack. Why don’t you come?”

  I place my hands on my hips, “Boxing?” I put my hands on my hips and cock my head as I consider him. Shrugging, I decide it’s not a bad idea to join them. “I guess I could give it a go. How long have you and Jack been boxing?”

  “We both started it after being in New York for a little while. It was a good way to get rid of our frustrations shall we say.”

  “Okay, I’m in let’s go.” Alex and Jack have no idea I know how to box, or do self-defence. He’ll have a rude awakening if he thinks he can take me down easily.

  When we get to the gym, it’s fairly busy. It’s completely filled with men as well. Oh no wait I see a woman. At least I think it’s a woman. She’s bench pressing a huge weight and her muscles rival some of the men here.

  We find Jack skipping rope, “Hey, look who I ran into.” Alex exclaims, walking past Jack to kit up for the ring.

  His eyes almost bug out as they see me. “Hey, Ella, what’re you doing here?” His eyes drift up and down my body, taking in my tight shorts and top.

  “Alex said he was coming to spar with you and I thought that sounded like fun.”

  He returns his focus to my face, “Well how about you watch me and Alex for a bit and then you can jump in the ring with me if you want. I can show you a few things.”

  “Sounds good to me.” I stand in a corner and watch Alex and Jack go a few rounds. Jesus is it hot in here. They’re both wearing only shorts and are covered in sweat. I spy various tattoos, on each of them, but I’m intrigued by the one I keep glimpsing under Jack’s arm.

  After five rounds they finally stop and Jack motions for me to get a head guard and some gloves. I let Alex help me and pretend to struggle getting into the ring. Jack talks to me as if I’m just a typical woman, showing me how to hold my hands up and perform some basic punches. Alex is in the ring helping out as well, and if I could, I’d knock them both out. After about ten minutes, I’m warmed up and I nod to Jack, indicating that I’m ready to start a little sparring with him. I see Alex standing outside the ring talking to an old man. I immediately recognise him as Max the man who taught me how to box. I hope he doesn’t give me away, but as I look over at him he winks and I know my secret is safe.

  “You remember Max don’t you Ella?” Alex shouts.

  “Yeah, sure.” I wave and smile at him and he returns the gesture.

  I stumble around the ring like a bull in a china shop and every time Jack comes for me I hold my hands up like a girl. I’m waiting for the perfect moment and it comes a few minutes later when Jack drops his guard. I give him a right hook and he stumbles. He shakes it off and looks at me in shock. I’m in a typical fighting stance with my hands up and my chin down. I cock my eyebrow at him and he narrows his eyes at me.

  Alex hoists himself up and leans on the ropes. “I do believe someone has been hiding something from us dear brother.” I dance around the ring like a pro.

  “I believe you’re right.” Jack says.

  “Never underestimate a woman.” I direct it at them both and then head back into my corner where Max meets me and hands me some water.

  “Sweet punch Ella, just like I taught you.” He looks over at the boys with a big grin.

  “What the hell, Max?” Alex shouts to him.

  “Sorry boys. Ella here’s with me and I had to let her teach you a lesson for talking to her like she was a child.”

  “Okay, Jack. Go get her.” Alex pats Jack’s back.

  “What? I’m not going to fight her.”

  I walk up and get in his face. “Afraid you’ll get knocked out by a girl?”

  Jack

  I watch Ella prance around the ring, goading me to fight her. “I can’t fight her Alex.”

  “Come on Jack. Show her whose boss. It won’t be proper fighting anyway. Neither of you have your mouth guards.”

  Max steps into the centre of the ring and I approach him along with Ella. “Okay, three rounds of tag. No full on punches. I wouldn’t want Jack boy here to end up hurt.”

  “Nice, Max.” I mutter.

  “I will be judging alongside Alex to keep it fair. Deal?”

  Ella nods. “Deal.”

  “Deal.” I nod and return to my corner.

  Max blows the whistle and Ella comes out fighting. She’s damn quick and manages to tag me on my left ribs, but ducks out the way when I retaliate and I end up chasing her around the ring for the rest of the round. When Max blows the whistle, we retreat to our respective corners.

  “Man she’s good.” Alex mutters in my ear. “You didn’t even get chance to tag her.”

  In the next round I decide to let her chase me for a bit. She manages to tag me again, but I catch her twice, so we’re now even. At the next break I’m struggling to catch my breath. I’d already done five rounds with Alex and Ella is certainly making me work for it. Last round sees us both tag each other one more time, but in the final few seconds she catches me and also trips me up. She falls down on top of me and we’re both panting heavily. “I think you’ll find that’s a foul.” I say as her sweet aroma fills my nose.

  “Get up pussy.” She winks at me and stands, stretching her hand out to help me. I brush it away.

  “Hell no, I can stand up by myself.” I laugh.

  Max comes back into the ring and holds mine and Ella’s arms like they do at the end of a real fight. “I announce that the winner is...” Alex does a little drum roll on the floor. “Ella.”

  “What the hell, that was a foul. That should’ve been a draw.”

  “She tagged you fair and square before the whistle went I’m afraid.” Alex shouts from the ring side.

  I take off my glove and throw it at him. “Whose side are you on anyway?” I jest. “I’d like to see you come up here and fight her.”

  “Boys... there’s enough of me to go around. It’s your turn next time Alex.”

  “Anytime Blake.” He winks at her.

  We leave the ring and head outside. Alex deciding to head back home, while I walk Ella back to her apartment.

  “So where’d you learn to box?” She asks. We’re walking side by side and I want to hold her hand. Feel her palm in mine and her pulse against my skin.

  “My coach at school knew someone and introduced me to him. I tried it out and was good at it, so Alex and I used to go every week.”

  “Alex said you used to do it to help out with your frustrations. What did he mean?” We’ve stopped by a bench on the green opposite her apartment and she reaches up to touch the scar above my eye. Her touch is gentle, but I feel it all throughout my body. I gesture for us to sit before she has the chance to notice my cock hardening at her touch.

  “When we got to New York, it was crazy. I thought London was fast paced, but New York is something else. We were ushered straight into College life and away from home for the first time. I meant to contact you more, but there was so much to do.” I take a dee
p breath and look out over the green to see family’s enjoying the sunshine. “I went home one weekend to find my dad in the arms of another woman.” Ella put her hand on mine. “Turns out the move was more about Dad being able to spend time with his mistress than because of work. I went completely off the rails and had it out with him, but Mum came home in the middle of the fight and overheard.” I close my eyes remembering her standing in the doorway, shock and hurt etched on her face. “That’s how she found out that he’d been cheating on her. My Dad left to be with his mistress, so it was just me, Mum and Alex. It was too late to come back home; we were already enrolled at College and she’d found a nice job that she liked, so we stayed. I got into lots of trouble though and fights at College - almost got me kicked off campus that’s how I got this scar.” I say pointing to the one above my eye. “I was at a party one night, chatting to some girl, when her jock boyfriend who thought he was the bee’s knees decided to pick a fight. We had it out and he caught me, but I won. That’s when my coach spotted my talent and decided to channel it correctly. I took up boxing and it really helped me. I missed you like crazy, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it. The more time passed, the more I thought you’d be better off without me.” I looked over at her and was shocked to see her tears. “Why are you crying?” I wipe the tears from her face.

  “Because I wish I could’ve been there for you.”

  “Just like I wish I could’ve been there for you.” I reply. I let my hands glide from her face down to her neck and pulling her to my chest. “Please don’t. I don’t like it when you cry.” She hugs me tightly and I tilt her face up to me, our faces close; I’m desperate to kiss her. Her arms wrap round me tightly and I run my hands up and down her spine. She looks at my lips and as she does she catches her bottom lip between her teeth. I inaudibly groan and use my thumb to gently pull her lip free. I lean in to kiss her when I hear a dog barking and Ella let’s go of me. The spell broken, we sit side by side in silence.