Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
Club Indigo was quiet late on Friday night, and the few attendees gathered in the main room socializing. Scott and Chris had gone upstairs, and Chris let his gaze wander over the equipment in the medical room. A prickling at the base of his scalp signaled his unease, and he tamped down the feeling.
Don’t be ridiculous. This is Scott. It’s just a scene, no sex, and you trust him.
“Are you sure you want this?” Scott studied him, his arms crossed over his chest.
Chris nodded, more for his own benefit than to convince Scott. “Yes, I am.”
Scott raised an eyebrow. Shorter and with fewer muscles than Chris, Scott nevertheless oozed dominance in his expression and stance.
“Yes, Sir,” he amended as he stood straighter.
“Good.” Scott walked in a circle around him. Unlike his night with Kate, submitting to Scott felt awkward and strange. Chris’s fingers flexed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed for what seemed like the tenth time in the past ten seconds.
“How are you feeling?” Scott looked him in the eye.
Another swallow. “Good, excited, and a little bit nervous, Sir.”
“Do you remember your safewords?”
“Yes, Sir. ‘Yellow’ to slow down and talk and ‘Red’ to end it all.”
They had discussed limits—no sex and mild BDSM—and decided to use the club safewords.
“Take off your shirt,” Scott ordered.
Chris obeyed quickly, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it over his head.
Scott walked around him again.
“So, today, I’m going to use my hand and a flogger for impact play only.
I may tie you. Underwear stays on. No touching genitals and no penetration.
” Scott reiterated the boundaries they had negotiated earlier.
“I’ll ask you about consent and comfort level throughout.
I want you to use a one-to-ten scale. One indicates you’re comfortable.
When you reach six or seven, I expect you to use ‘Yellow’ and ten would mean ‘Red.’”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Take off your jeans, socks, and shoes.” Chris did as ordered and handed his clothing to Scott, who put it on a chair in the corner of the room.
Dressed only in black boxer-briefs, he waited in the same spot for Scott to return.
Scott stood in front of Chris and looked him over with obvious enjoyment. A pleasant warmth spread through Chris’s body at Scott’s open appreciation. Anticipation had replaced his earlier wariness. He wasn’t aroused, but he wasn’t nervous anymore, either.
“Where are we on the scale?”
Chris didn’t hesitate. “One, Sir.”
“Let’s move on.” Scott placed his hand on his hips and widened his stance. “Turn around and present your ass to me.”
Chris turned, and Scott pushed him forward to the medical table.
“Grab the edge, and don’t let go.”
Chris bent at the waist and grabbed the table.
“Legs wider.”
Chris obeyed.
“Number?”
“Two, Sir.”
“Arch your back and push out your ass.” Scott gave his buttocks a few quick swats.
It was disconcerting to submit to him, and if Chris was honest with himself, he didn’t like it.
The one time with Kate, he had enjoyed giving himself to her and he had been hard as day-old concrete.
Tonight, his dick lay flaccid with no signs of stirring, and he didn’t get any pleasure from obeying Scott’s orders.
“Yellow.” The word fell from his lips before he consciously decided to safeword, and Scott squatted beside him.
“I’m not feeling it,” Chris admitted even before Scott could inquire.
“Okay,” Scott conceded. “Do you want to change something and keep going or end things and discuss?”
Chris pushed himself away from the table. “I think I’d like to stop.”
“It’s your scene. Put on your clothes while I clean the equipment.”
Less than five minutes later, they were downstairs holding fresh beers.
“Do you want to stay at the bar, or shall we move to the barrels?” Scott indicated the old barrels, converted into high tables, and surrounded with barstools.
“Let’s sit there.” Chris headed for the table near the end wall.
Both men sat, and Scott broke the silence. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, but I wasn’t into it,” Chris answered. “Maybe submitting isn’t for me after all?”
“Let’s not jump to conclusions. Submitting to me might not be your thing, but you liked it with Kate.”
Chris scrubbed the back of his head. “Yes, I did.”
“So, what was different?”
Chris shrugged. “You’re not Kate.”
Scott laughed out loud, and Chris grinned.
Stating the obvious, always one of my strong suits!
“I wasn’t having fun, and I wasn’t aroused. I just wasn’t into it,” Chris said.
Scott nodded. “Did you trust me?”
Chris didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I did.”
“So, apparently, you need more than trust to submit,” Scott stated. “Could it be you need to be sexually involved to enjoy it?”
Chris made a thoughtful sound and rubbed his chin, his fingers rasping over his beard stubble.
He’d forgotten to shave before coming to the club.
“Could be. I guess I need to think things through some more. Thanks for the scene and the talk. I appreciate the help, although I think I have more questions than answers. Is that the way therapy works?”
“Frequently.” Scott picked invisible lint from his sleeve. “If I’ve helped you think about your issues in new ways, then this has been worthwhile.”
Both men fell silent. In the back of his mind Chris realized Scott was content to let him ponder.
With no need for small talk, Chris let his thoughts wander to Kate and what it had been like to submit to her.
Meanwhile, club life continued around them, the music switching from a pounding techno beat to the seductive sounds of Enigma.
He barely noticed when Scott went to get them another beer or how Mitch took one of the newer Doms through the paces of some intricate bondage.