Club Wonderland by Christine d'Abo Page A

sudden change of events, Alice stumbled as Mistress Red took her by the hand once more and led her around the club. “I pride my club on its simplicity. There are other places in town that are more specialized, more gimmicky. Wonderland is about the fantasy, meeting others with similar interests and then disappearing to explore the dreams with your chosen playmates.”
    “Like a speed dating bar?”
    “A kinky one. We have the playrooms where people can try things out. Masters and students can work together on techniques. Dominants and submissives can be as they are in a public setting. It’s relaxing.”
    “Submissives?” Alice’s gaze slipped to the men and women on their knees on the floor, splayed over laps, getting spanked and flogged. “They choose that?”
    “Oh yes. They get off on having their Masters take control, push them to the limits of what their bodies can take, and then push them over.” Mistress Red leaned in and bit down on Alice’s earlobe. “A good Mistress can make her sub come hard. ”
    I’m not a lesbian. I’m not even bi. I’ve never been attracted to women ...
    “Now, our boy Gael is not a sub.” She laughed as she tugged Alice in the direction of the stairs. “Can you imagine? It makes me want to fall down laughing with just the thought.”
    No, of all the men of her acquaintance, Gael was the least submissive. It was one of the things that attracted her to him, that unwavering confidence and his ability to get everyone to do what needed to be done, regardless of the circumstances.
    “So he’s a dominant. That means he likes to hit his partners?” It wasn’t something Alice would have ever considered. Gael, although not a soft man, never seemed to have any issues with women. If fact, whenever an abuse case would come in, he was the first to double-check to ensure the accused wasn’t guilty. If things didn’t look right, he’d fight against the firm taking the client on.
    “Gael only hits people if that’s what they ask for. He’s a very conscientious bastard. This way, princess. Let’s go find our boy.”
    Each stair up that Alice took, the more nervous she became. Although the thought of catching Gael’s attention had been the catalyst for her coming in here, now that she had a clear picture of what went on, Alice was beginning to believe this was an even bigger mistake than she’d originally realized. This was discovering a part of him that she had to imagine he wanted to keep as private as possible. How could she face him every day at the office now, knowing what he did after hours? It would be better if she disappeared now and he didn’t learn of her presence.
    But as she crested the top of the stairs and Mistress Red tightened her grip on Alice’s arm, she realized it was too late for second guesses. The second level was another open-concept floor. A series of couches, beanbag pillows and benches were strategically placed around the area. Gael and the two men were sitting on three chairs all facing each other, close to where Alice and Mistress Red now stood.
    There was a naked woman standing in the middle of the trio. The two men were running their hands over her hips, down her thighs and along her ass. One of them forced the woman to bend over and he gave her ass cheek a hard smack. Alice jumped at the sound, but couldn’t look away from the expression on the woman’s face.
    Holy shit, she looked like she loved it.
    Gael wasn’t looking at the woman or his friends. His gaze was roaming over the rest of the room and the various groups in different positions. He actually looked a little bored, as though he were being forced to sit through another rundown of corporate office procedures.
    “Fun, fun, fun.” Mistress Red chuckled before she tugged at Alice once more, sending her stumbling after her.
    Shit, this was such a bad idea. Gael must have sensed their approach, because he turned around to look at them before they got more than a few steps from the