The Hostage

A Pit of Vipers

The party was located in the exclusive club called 'Fullmoon Bella', a club where the most influential people would go for a good time in a graceful yet seductive environment. Shamir had worked there for five years so when he got the invitation and Eileen needed help, he knew that it was the only opportunity for her to go undercover. That night, Shamir helped Eileen get ready and, with the help of a few gadgets he had in his house, made sure Eileen was properly equipped. 

They stood in line waiting to enter the building. Eileen wore her hair down in relaxed waves that fell over her bare shoulders. Her dress was a strapless blood red dress that reached below her knees. On her feet were red high heels that made her hold onto Shamir's arm for balance. On her neck was Shamir's collar he gave her years ago.  It was a red leather choker and attached to it was a silver heart pendant. Eileen knew that at such parties, it was compulsory for all submissives to wear their collars. It showed other doms that they were taken and also by whom. 

Shamir leaned close to her ear "You sure you are okay with this? You can always fake an illness." Shamir asked in his smooth yet concerned voice as his hand reached out and comforted Eileen's shaky hand.

"Shamir, it's either now or never. As long as there is a safe escape in case something goes wrong then we can leave." Eileen replied back before realizing as she turned to reply, her lips almost brushed his lips. 

"Not now Eileen..." Shamir spoke as the two approached the door where Shamir's ID was checked before the two walked in. As the two walked in with an air of elegance a few people began looking at Shamir, wondering how he got his former sub back.

"They will be asking. Have you got a back up story?" Shamir whispered to Eileen before they headed to the bar where Shamir ordered a daiqiri for Eileen and a martini for himself. 

Shamir sat next to Eileen and noticed how quiet she was as she was looking around. He knew she was looking for a lady dom, or a dominatrix as they are called. The only problem was, so far, a lot of women that entered were wearing collars as well. This meant they were subs and they never wandered far from their doms who eyed them from a distance. He studied Eileen and could see she was tired for some reason. 

"So how is everything going?" Shamir asked Eileen, breaking the uncomfortable silence

"Okay I guess. My story would be simple. I broke up and needed pleasure only you could give me. Details I don't know. I'm nervous about all this." Eileen spoke as she saw Shamir chuckle before he took a quick sip of his martini.

It wasn't long before Shamir was approached by Imran, his work colleague who had twin women on each arm. The women both had blonde hair and green eyes, with one twin wearing a black halter dress that reached her calved while the other wore a black one shouldered dress that had a slit up the right side. Imran whispered in each ones ear and they both walked off to join the other subs.

"Shamir! Long time no see and you have...Eileen back?" Imran asked as he nodded at Eileen and shook Shamir's hand.

"Imran hey. Yeah well, can't miss a party and my sub came back to me." Shamir chuckled before adding "Once I got em, they can't  leave their sexy Shamir alone."

Imran laughed "That's why you being all secretive lately? Man, this is quite a surprise. She still looks fine as ever." 

Eileen felt Imran scan her with his dark brown eyes, inspecting every feature on her body. The way Imran and Shamir had looked at her lately made her feel desired for the first time. Sure Samson had done so in the past but with Raymond, there was no desire for him to be near her, only his computer screen. Eileen looked at Shamir who looked at her with approval, calming her jittery nerves. 

"She still fine as ever...she still submissive as well?" Imran asked Shamir curiously

"Oh yes. She is still getting back into it as, well, her ex has made her be dom like a few times." Shamir replied and gripped Eileen's hand, which was a way to tell Imran that he had no intention of letting Eileen be shared. 

Imran nodded and with this walked off. Shamir loosened his grip on Eileen's hand and looked and her dead in the eyes "I'm keeping you by my side. I'm not letting you out of my sight tonight."

"You would risk it all..." Eileen asked before Shamir kissed her forehead.

"I said I would." Shamir whispered in her ears as he saw his boss, Shaquille

"Shamir! Nice to see you here and...Eileen?" Shaquille greeted them both, startled at Eileen's presence. 

"Pleasure to see you again." Eileen nodded and looked at Shamir, who placed his hand around Eileen's waist, possessively.

Shaquille chuckled "Always getting your pretty women back. Eileen was always the one you spoke about getting back and now you have her back."

"Naturally. As soon as I was losing hope I got her back." Shamir spoke with a soft growl in his voice

"Easy! Man you are as vicious as that dominatrix Bella back there. She came from interstate a couple of days ago. Friend of a friend, she states and who am I to deny? She's a beauty I wished she was a sub." Shaquille chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe I can introduce myself and perhaps get some tips on...pleasure making and have a look at her subs. I may want to know in case I meet new women who are doms themselves and need some help." Shamir spoke and with this leaned near Eileen's ear "I'll find what I can. I promise."

Eileen nodded before she walked her way to the bar and ordered a margarita. As she did she heard a familiar voice. A small look over her shoulder and a glance in the direction of a familiar man made her heart freeze.

David? Oh no, Eileen thought before she turned to Shamir who looked at David's direction. 

Shamir then looked at Eileen "Did he know you were coming? Did he tell you?"

"No sir! I had no idea. I was thrown off the case remember?" Eileen spoke as she unconsciously gripped Shamir's arm. She looked around and saw men with masks in different shades of icy blue looking around. Women, whom Eileen admitted were drop dead gorgeous, were throwing themselves at these men and those with their matching blue collars were enjoying playing with them, teasing to get looks of envy from other subs.

"Those are the Ice Vipers. Rumour has it they heard that there was going to be an infiltration in one of their clubs. Be careful and stick with me tonight. Don't go and see David. Not yet." Shamir spoke, startling Eileen whilst holding onto her scared hand.

Eileen nodded and began to stay close to Shamir. She never knew how much Shamir cared. He never did things without consent and was always protective of her. One day, she hoped that she would at least get a memorable date with Shamir but she knew that was nothing but a fantasy. Shamir didn't seem that kind of person and Eileen knew that it was safer he stay in the distance for now since she was still in a relationship. 

Her thoughts got interrupted when a gunshot was heard. She turned to see David down, still breathing but bleeding in the shoulder.

"Think we got the infiltrator, heh..." One of the Ice Vipers strided down off his lounge, running his hand through his sandy blonde hair before straightening his mask "I'm sure if anyone wants any fun we'll get him ready."

"Shamir." Eileen started trying to hide her gasp.

"No. Not yet. David will have to wait for a bit. You're in an extremely delicate situation and you know the rule, how you act is a reflection of how your dom, me, is seen. You cannot see him by yourself...but I may try to help." Shamir spoke before he looked around "Stay near the banquet table an be cool. I'll be back in a few."

Eileen nodded and with this, strode delicately to the banquet table and had a small cocktail whilst watching the room. She scanned the party goers to see little to no dominatrix and even then her worries were now on David. What was he doing here?