Chapter nine: BDSM Club
Chapter nine: BDSM Club
Adriano
Knocking on my brother's office window, I pulled his attention away from his computer over to where I was standing.
"Hey, how did it go?" He asked.
"Domenico is still downstairs questioning him but he claims to be completely unaware of where Lucas is. My guess is another dead end."
"Hmmmm," that was his only response before resuming back to his computer.
"Come here, I want to show you something."
Entering his office, I moved beside him and there was an image pulled up on his screen.
"What am I looking at here?"
"Well, I have been thinking, we have spent almost one and half years trying to locate Lucas and so far every time we have come up empty handed."
"Okay and?"
"I was thinking that instead of trying to find him, we should be looking and exploiting his weakness so he will come to us instead." That is not a bad idea.
"Everyone has something that makes them vulnerable like love, money, addiction, revenge, no matter what it is, we just have to figure out what Lucas Brown cares about enough that when put at risk, he will bring himself out of hiding to protect it."
Like I said before, Gregorio is the brain of our group.
"Okay, so what does that have to do with what I am looking at here?"
On the screen, there is an image of a picture frame with a woman inside who looks to be in her mid twenties or so. Maybe she is his daughter.
"This picture we found in that abandoned house we suspected once belonged to Lucas. We sent a few men to go check it out earlier this week but they said this was the only thing they found."
"Is she his daughter?" I asked.
"No, I thought the same thing first but the date stamp on the back said that it was taken in the 80s and this makes the woman to about forty or so. I did some digging but was unable to find any copy of a marriage certificate. My guess is that this woman is likely Lucas's lover but he just never decided to put a ring on it."
"It is possible." I pondered on his words.
"Any other relatives you could find?"
"None that are alive. I was however able to find the death certificate of his parents and grandparents. He is the only child with no children of his own and that makes this woman…" he taped on his computer screen.
"The only known person alive who is connected to Lucas Brown."
"Therefore making her our bait." I finished his sentence, already knowing what he was going to say.
"Yes, making her our bait." He said with a grin on his face.
Now all I need is the location and I will have found myself a new job.
"Good work, brother. Let me know when you need my help. Right I am going to head to the club, feel free to join me if you want."
"Sure, I was just about rounding up for the day anyways. You go shower and then we can go."
Completely forgotten about my current state, I looked down to see my red tank top covered in Jacob's blood and sweat. I definitely don't want to leave the building looking like this.
"You go ahead, I will meet you there later." I said to him before walking up to the stairs.
I needed to wash off all this blood from my body. Gosh, I really needed to find myself a good lay tonight. I was tense from work, more especially from our father constantly being on my ass about every single thing I do. I am going to take over his place one day but he seriously needs to lay off the whole concern father act.
I took a quick shower and I found myself dressed and was already on my way to the club. The most exclusive nightclub in the whole country. It is also the business that the three of us co-own with each other. We designed it ourselves and it is one of our greatest accomplishments.
The building is split into two sections. The main floor is just like any typical night club. As long as you are on the guest list, you will be able to get the memorable experience that Gravity has to offer. Our layout allows the general public to enjoy themselves while remaining sheltered from the more exclusive section.
The basement is still a club per say, it is intended primarily for our VIP members. It is a secret that it is there, what most people don't know is that it is a BDSM club. There is a separate entrance to get to that section and it works out great for us. The general public is left clueless about what is below them and the three of us make w shit ton of money from serving both crowds. Both of the world if you ask me.
Despite us not having submissive ourselves, there is always a large selection of women for us to choose from each night. A lot of time, we will even do teaching demonstrations in the front of scenes on stage and engage that way. That is most of the members know us apart from being the owners of course.
It was about a twenty-five minutes drive to Gravity from the main establishment but I managed to get there in half the time. What can I say? I like to drive fast. It might be dangerous but I am probably not going to die at the age of thirty-five anyways.
Parking in my reserved spot, I walked towards the club's entrance, giving the bouncer a small nod in hello. They don't question me or bother with the usual formality of a list check, already being well accustomed with who I am.
The second walk through the door, I was greeted by the familiar electric feeling of the nightclub. Everyone is feeling off the best of music and the smiles on people's faces, dancing that has their heart racing. It is at full capacity as always.
Moving through the crowd, I made my way to the VIP entrance. There I saw two of our bouncers, making sure no outsiders got in.
"Greetings, boss." They greeted me, stepping aside from the door to allow me entry.
I walked straight through and soon found myself in the front desk where our receptionist stands. For newcomers, it is the place where they can create a membership and meet with one of our service providers for a rundown of the place. This is also the checkpoint where you have to prove that you are following the dress code and sign in with your ID.
"Welcome back, Mr. Jaxson." She addressed me politely.
"Thank you." I am not in the mood for chit chat right now.
Moving through yet another set of doors, I am led onto a large platform that overlooks the main portion of the club. The faint murmurs of conversation and the sound of quiet music fills the space.
Leaning against the railing of the platform, I observe the crowd, scoping out my options for the night. I spot a lot of our regulars and the odd newcomers but there is nothing out of the ordinary. Same old things but I still need someone to be my prey tonight and then my eyes landed on a pretty blonde hair woman.
"Oh fúck, yes, umm, that feels so good! Don't stop sir, don't stop!" The woman was moaning excessively, gosh she is annoying.
With a tight grip on her hips, I aggressively pounded into the nameless girl from behind over and over again. The slapping sounds of where my hips meet her ass fills the air. Come on, Adriano. Just cum so this can be over with.
Trying to drown out her forced screams, I pick up my speed, desperately to feel something, just anything.
"Hmm, you feel so good in my tight little pússy. I am going to make you cum so fucking hard." The girl squealed from beneath me.
Gripping the back of her neck with one hand, I used the other to push her back into a deeper arch. She is now angled so that she is laying face first into a pillow with only her knees and my new grip on her wrists to keep her steady.
Increasing my pace, I did everything that I could to get myself to cum. It helped that her over the top cries were now being drowned out but it just wasn't happening. Fúck, I am so done with this.
Needing to be over, I reached around her small waist, guiding my hand down and connecting my fingers to her clit, moving my hand in fast small circles. I instantly feel her walls tighten around my dick. She let out a muffled scream and I had to tighten my grip as her climax overtook her shaking body.
She continuously moans into the pillow with every thrust I deliver, dragging out her orgasm for just a few more seconds. My pace only slows when she is completely spent of all energy and slumped over.
Pulling out, I removed the condom, tossing it into the trashcan in the corner. I zipper up my jeans before turning back to see the now satisfied girl laying naked on her back.
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