Chapter Four #2
“Don’t think tonight, Sir. Just feel.” It was what she
wanted to do. It was the only thing she wanted to do. Tomorrow she would go
into the office and he would be one floor beneath her and so far away it would
hurt. She would watch him from the shadows after tonight, so she wanted to make
it count.
“I’m going to kiss you,” he said, his voice low.
The truth was the words formed a sort of question. They were
a warning so she could use one of those safe words if she wanted to. She simply
lifted her chin and went on her toes, thanking the universe Kenzie Taggart
loved high heels and they wore the same size shoe.
How long had it been since she’d been kissed? Over a year?
Her heart rate ticked up as he lowered his head to hers, and then heat sparked
through her. He was overwhelming. There was no soft, sweet brushing of lips. He
placed his hands on either side of her face and gently held her while he
devoured her mouth.
Longing welled inside her, warring with the outrageous
sexual desire she felt for this man. Her body felt electric for the first time
in…for the first time. She let her hands find his waist, touching the warm skin
covering his muscular body. He was so big. It would be easy to drown in him.
And she would do it willingly.
When he opened the door, she followed him. It didn’t matter
if she was likely making a terrible mistake. She was going to take this time
with him, and then she would be done.
* * * *
Nate wasn’t sure what the dungeon monitor had been on about,
but the mystery of how all the Doms seemed to treat this particular submissive
would have to wait.
He closed the door behind them and watched as she ran a hand
over the big bed in the corner of the room. The instinct to simply throw her on
it and have her was almost overwhelming.
It felt fucking good to feel anything at all. Like someone
had switched him back on the minute she’d walked into the room.
He wasn’t going to question it. If it was a mistake, then he
would make it happily and take it to the outer edges of way too far.
He set his kit on the table by the door. The room had a St.
Andrew’s Cross and multiple hooks and apparatuses to accommodate bondage and
rigging. There was a dresser he was sure was stocked with helpful items should
a Dom find himself ill prepared.
Nate was a freaking Boy Scout.
“Where would you like me, Sir?”
Her every word went straight to his cock. It would be so
easy to do what she said she wanted—keep this simple. Play and sex and nothing
else.
He didn’t want simple. “Tell me one thing about yourself.”
Her eyes widened behind the elaborate mask on her face. “I
thought this was a moment out of time.”
She was wary. He could work with that. “Sure. So in this
moment out of time, tell me something about yourself.”
She bit her plump bottom lip and looked a wee bit nervous.
“What kind of thing about myself? Like where I went to high school or college?
What my favorite color is?”
He rather thought she was trying to point out how silly he
was being when they were here for play. She would be an unconscionable brat.
Perhaps that was what had gone wrong with the Doms here. They couldn’t handle
her. She didn’t have to leave her home club. She’d found the right Dom.
It occurred to Nate how oddly he was behaving. He wasn’t
this guy. He didn’t walk into a room, point to his chosen woman of the night,
and carry her away. He was thoughtful. He planned. He didn’t throw himself into
anything.
But this felt right.
She looked gorgeous, like the sweetest, sexiest treat he’d
ever been offered. She was petite but had solid curves. “Come here.”
She moved across the room, joining him.
“Turn around and place your hands flat on the bench, arse in
the air.”
Her mouth came open. “What?”
It was good to know he could surprise her. “It’s ten right
now. Do you want to make it twenty? I assure you I can spank you for however
long it takes.”
“Takes to what?”
He intended to make things plain to her. “Get you to
understand I’m the Dom in this room and you don’t have to hide behind sarcasm.
I asked for something of you, something that costs you nothing. You could tell
me anything. You could tell me a lie, though I would prefer you didn’t. I asked
you politely.”
“You did not. You didn’t ask at all,” she shot back, and
then her nose wrinkled. “Fine. You want to know something about me? I didn’t
plan on playing tonight. I had to borrow these clothes from a friend.”
She turned and did as he’d asked, leaning over the bench and
placing her palms down on the padding. She wore a pair of boy shorts barely
covering her luscious backside.
His cock tightened, and he moved in behind her. “Why were
you here if you didn’t want to play?”
He let his hand find the curve of her cheeks, running over
them before delving right past the hem of the shorts.
A gasp came out of her mouth. “I spend a lot of nights
hanging out in the lounge or the locker room. My friends are usually here.”
He brought his hand back and then slapped her ass. Hard. It
would be better if she was naked and he could see the way her flesh pinkened
up, but the way her breathing hitched and her hands clutched the bench was more
than enough. “Then why would you leave? If your friends are here?”
“This isn’t fair, Sir. You said one thing.” She’d turned her
face toward him, a stubborn expression in her eyes. “Now I’m getting the
spanking and all the questions.”
He slapped her cheeks again, sending a low groan through
her. “Fine. Ask me something.”
“Why did you leave Australia?”
Another hard smack. She couldn’t know it, but it was
precisely the question he didn’t want to answer. But she’d been honest with
him. “I was in the Army. I thought I would be there for life. It turned out to
not be what I needed, so I worked my parents’ station for a while. You would
call it a ranch. Being a cowboy wasn’t for me either. So why did I leave
Australia? I suppose I’m trying to find myself, though it sounds ridiculous.”
Her head dropped forward when he smacked her right cheek.
“No, it doesn’t. It sounds real. Thank you for sharing with me, Sir. I’m
leaving the club for the same reasons. I thought I could find what I needed
here, but I didn’t. All I found was frustration.”
He didn’t get it. She was fucking gorgeous. If he’d taken
her into the club in Sydney, he would have to fight to keep the damn Doms off
her. “You’ll find frustration tonight, but I want you to trust it’ll pay off. I
promise. You can curse my name, love, but you’ll be calling it out by the end
of the evening.”
He peppered her ass with three quick slaps, moving them
around.
“It already is better than anything I’ve had, Sir. I
didn’t…I didn’t realize how much I needed this,” she said, her voice shaky. “I
haven’t gotten spanked since my training, and it didn’t feel like this.”
The only reason to come to a club like this was to serve a
need deep inside, to find acceptance inside a community of like-minded people.
What had happened to Dee? He wanted to push her, to figure out her situation,
but that served his needs, not hers.
If he gave her what she required, would she dismiss him at
the end of the night? Or would she take the mask off and get real with him.
Was this feeling what he’d been chasing all his life?
Another two smacks. He kept a careful count. “I’ve had a sub
before, but it was more about training. I was the one being trained, of
course.”
Her lips curled up, and then she huffed out a laugh as he
spanked her again. “I like how open you are. Sometimes Doms don’t admit they
need any training at all. Like they were born knowing how to spank a girl.”
“Or a guy.” He slowed down because they were approaching the
end of her punishment. One more smack, and this time he held his hand to her
cheek, feeling the ample curve of her arse. “I trained with her for six months
and then I bounced around. Being in the Army isn’t conducive to having a D/s
relationship in a long-term sense. One more, love. Are you ready?”
“If I say no, will you keep going?” she asked.
He smacked her pretty cheek hard, sending a shiver through
her. “No, because there’s something else I need. I want you naked and bound. I
want to frustrate you in the sweetest way. You say you haven’t experienced what
you should have. Well, I’m going to change that tonight. Stand.”
She raised herself up. Her skin was flushed, and her hair
mussed. She looked like sex to him. “You’re a bossy man.”
He wasn’t. He was an easygoing man. He’d learned from a
young age his size alone intimidated people, so he had to carefully control
himself. He kept his anger in check along with all those other pesky emotions.
He was the guy who never let anything shake his calm. Calm was getting boring.
“You remember what I said. Turn around and I’ll get you out of your corset.
Unless you want me to cut it off you. I’ve got a wicked-sharp knife. It would
be quicker.”
She seemed to take the threat seriously, turning and holding
her arms out so he could easily get at the stays. “Not my corset. I’m already
going to have to have it cleaned. I would prefer not to have to replace it. I’m
afraid things haven’t been easy on the job front.”
He quickly worked the ties, a skill he’d learned at the
hands of his training sub. She’d been slightly older and kind. He’d enjoyed his
relationship with her, including some fairly filthy sex.
But nothing had ever sparked him the way Dee did.
“Then I’ll be careful.” He wanted to ask her about her job,
but he’d pushed her enough on the question front. It was easy to see the woman
was wary. As he had no intention of this being some damn moment out of time, he
needed to show her what he could offer.
Pleasure.
She wanted D/s sex, he could give it to her.
He eased the corset over her head and set it aside. He
pushed her hair back and did what came naturally, running his hands along her
shoulders before lowering his mouth to kiss the nape of her neck. “You are the
most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen. You walked into the room and there was no
one else in it for me.”
A slow breath shuddered through her. “Thank you, Sir. I’m
afraid I haven’t been my normal, confident self lately. Thank you for giving
that back to me. If it helps, you should know when I saw you in the lounge, I
knew you were a tree I wanted to climb.”
The words sent a chuckle through him, and he allowed his
hands to move around her torso, cupping her breasts. She leaned back in against
him.
He went to kiss her cheek, but the mask was in the way. “Can
we get rid of these masks, Dee? I don’t think we need them.”
She went stiff in his arms. “It’s not allowed.”
“We’re alone, and the rules are adaptable.” It was the
nature of D/s. They made their own rules.
She stepped away from him. “I want to keep mine, Sir. I’m
playing a part tonight, one I don’t ever get to play.”
“It’s not a role. It’s a part of you.”
“It feels very much like a role. I can’t…” she began.
He was pushing when she needed his patience. “Put your hands
in front of you. Clasp them together. Like a prayer.”
She hesitated. “Sir…”
“You want to play a role? You’re my sub for the night. I
won’t touch the mask. I’ll leave mine on, but it’s nothing more than a flimsy
piece of armor, love. You keep it on all you like, but I’ll get underneath your
skin. I don’t think you need another club. You simply need the right top. Do as
I asked or it’s twenty this time.”
She looked so fucking innocent standing there with her
pretty tits on display, still wearing white boy shorts and those fuck-me heels.
How did she manage to look like a fucking angel? Her arms came out, and he knew
they’d passed the crisis. Now all he had to do was convince Dee.
He took out his rope and began to bind her.