Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Friday night, Chris let go thoughts of work and a certain Dominatrix as he tapped along with Imany’s Don’t Be So Shy on the bar top. They had decorated Club Indigo in a cheerful summer theme, and he liked the vibe.
The door opened, signaling new arrivals. His eyes widened as they fell on a beautiful, familiar blond woman. He rose from the seat, aware of his wicked grin as he went over to clasp her hand.
“What are you doing here?” They spoke in unison then burst out laughing.
Chris gestured for her to go first. He enjoyed the hell out of the pretty blush on her cheeks.
“Eh… I… um… came with Suzie and Connor.”
After their introduction and Yvonne having overcome her initial shyness, they talked animatedly at the bar. At first, he was taken aback by her family connection with the McGruders.
“I never expected to find a McGruder relative waiting tables at The Sweet and Savory Table,” he confessed.
Her expression blanched. “Serious? Oom and tante aren’t snobs.”
“No, I’m sure they’re not.” He held out his hands in surrender. “But they are part of the local elite. I don’t know many successful Wall Street investment bankers or famous Dutch fashion designers.”
He wasn’t ashamed of his profession or background, but he didn’t frequent the same circles as the McGruders.
James sitting with Laura comfortably in his lap snagged Chris’s attention. Married and collared looked good on her, and he hadn’t seen James this relaxed and content since they’d discovered BDSM.
A pang of envy shot through him.
On the other side of the room, Jackson and his newlywed wife chatted with Kate. The police detective had fallen hard for Paula, but Jackson had almost died in an explosion before Paula accepted she loved him, too.
How would Kate react to Chris landing in the hospital? Would she sit at his bedside with him while he was in a coma and pretend to be his fiancée as Paula had done for Jackson? Chris scoffed. So much for getting your mind off Kate, you moron! He forced his attention back to the people around him.
The McGruders might intimidate Chris, but Yvonne was a refreshingly open girl with long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and blushing cheeks he wanted to bite. Her conversation was entertaining, and though she had an accent, her English was good.
Maybe scening with Yvonne would help take his mind off Kate. She was the first woman he’d been attracted to since his night with Kate, now almost a year ago. He’d done his DM shifts and helped others with scenes, but his heart wasn’t in it, and he hadn’t had sex other than with his right hand.
“So, you’re a masochist?” he inquired.
Yvonne bobbed her head, her eyes wide. “I am. I played with a sadist back home, but I’m also submissive, and he wasn’t very dominant. He just got off on giving pain.”
Chris gripped the hair at the back of her head and tugged; she melted on the spot. Oh yeah, the girl was submissive. He bent forward. “Would you like to do a scene with me?” he whispered in her ear.
“Umm, yes,” she squeaked.
Chris kissed her cheek and released her hair.
Yvonne sighed.
He chuckled. “Since we’ll be doing a short introduction scene, we don’t need excessive negotiations, but we need boundaries.”
More than her decisive nod, her answer showed her experience in BDSM. “My safeword is ‘Appel.’ It’s, umm, it’s Dutch for apple, I don’t know if I’ll remember to talk English, would you recognize it?”
He inclined his head. “Sure. Why apple?”
Yvonne chuckled. “I’m allergic to apples.” She tilted her head. “Very inconvenient, but an easy safeword to remember.”
“What about limits?” Chris inquired.
“I like clamps and clothespins. I’m open to a lot of impact play. No permanent damage, of course. Umm, no knives or burns. Wax play or fire cupping is okay, and I love electrical play. I think that’s about it.” She peeked at him expectantly.
“We don’t allow blood play at the club. A lot of what you describe, I won’t do in a first scene and maybe not ever.
I’m more Dominant and not a Sadist myself.
There are Sadists in the club.” He pointed at Kate, who was wearing a dungeon monitor vest. “Kate is a very accomplished Domme and Sadist. How do you feel about playing with a woman?”
Yvonne chewed on the corner of her mouth. “Umm, I don’t know. I never tried it. I’m more attracted to men, I think.”
Chris smiled widely. “Good to know. How about sexual touching?”
“I… I like sex. Mark, um, my friend back home, had a physical problem, so we didn’t…” She fell silent and sighed. “We didn’t have sex, but I’m open to it.”
“All right. Anything else we should cover?” Chris asked, and Yvonne shook her head. Chris rose, pulled her to her feet and led her to the St. Andrew’s cross in the main room.
“Strip,” he ordered and watched as she shed her clothes with an easy acceptance. Nudity in a room full of people was clearly not a problem for her.
Chris contemplated his options for tonight’s play.
A Dom always had the responsibility for the sub and the scene, but especially with someone new, he needed to pay attention to every detail.
On the one hand, Chris liked the challenge it provided, and truth be told he hadn’t met a submissive yet who’d kept his attention for more than a few play sessions.
On the other hand, after seeing his closest friend James fall in love, he wondered if he could find that special connection.
But am I a ‘one-woman man’? And if not, why do I have this yearning inside?
He forced himself to focus on the woman at hand.
He’d warm her up with a heavy flogger, paddle her a bit, and try taking a cane to her ass and upper thighs.
He wanted to find out if she really was a masochist. She wouldn’t be the first person to overestimate her pain threshold.
If she needed more, he would introduce her to a member with more sadistic tendencies.
He wasn’t opposed to using a single tail, like James, but electro play wasn’t his kind of scene.
Kate, on the other hand… Chris stopped his train of thought.
Why did his mind always wander to her? She was a Domme and a sadist and clearly not interested in him. When she couldn’t avoid him, she was distant and painfully polite. He hated it!
Chris still wanted to investigate his submissive side, but not tonight. He tied the now naked Yvonne to the cross and stroked her back and shoulders.
He pressed his chest against her back, giving her his weight and adding to her sensation of being restrained. She let out a shuddering breath.
Nice!
“Ready for the flogger?”
“Please, Sir.”
Good enough. Chris took the multi-strand whip and alternated light strokes with caresses of his free hand.
When her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed into the touches from both the leather and his hand, he ramped up the pace and intensity.
When he reckoned she was warmed up, he pressed into her back and touched her pussy.
Not completely dry but not dripping. He looked at her face. Calm, no signs of pain.
All right.
Chris resumed the flogging, hitting harder and faster. The world narrowed until only he and his sub remained as he slid into Topspace. Her skin now glowed hot and pink. He paused. Yvonne’s face was lightly flushed now. He checked her pussy.
Better!
He put away the flogger and selected a narrow wooden paddle.
Having returned behind her, he checked her shoulders and hands.
Still relaxed. He walloped her ass four times in quick succession, not using all his strength but not holding much back.
This time, when he touched her, she had a soaking wet pussy.
It gaped open, the labia swollen with blood and her clit peeked out from under the hood.
Masochist, indeed!
He gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail and bent her head to the side and backward. He took her mouth in a demanding kiss, and she leaned into him and gave it her all.
Submissive as well!
“What’s your safeword, sweetie?” he inquired next to her ear.
“Umm.” She swayed a bit. “Appel.”
“Good, girl! Use it when you need it.” He let go of her, and she leaned against the cross.
Time to send her flying. Chris took the cane to her upper legs and had her dancing around in no time.
He grinned, happy with his decision to leave her legs free.
He wasn’t certain if the pain had been enough for her, but he was about at the limit of what he was willing to dish out.
He put back the cane and returned with the vibrator he had selected.
He hadn’t used any clamps on her. He could find out with his mouth and teeth how sensitive her nipples were.
Wasn’t it nice he was a breast man, and Yvonne had a beautiful pair?
He suckled and bit at her areolas and nipples while pressing the vibrator on her clit.
As always, when playing with a new person, Chris was hyper-alert.
The blush had spread from her face to her breasts, and she was sweating and bucking.
Chris pressed the vibrator harder against her clit, and Yvonne keened her orgasm.
The satisfaction of bringing her over the edge waned as he became unsettled by the guttural sounds she made.
Was she choking? How? He started untying her, but she kept gurgling.
He glanced around, alarmed, and made eye contact with Kate, who walked over immediately.
“What’s wrong?” A concerned frown marred her forehead.
“I don’t know,” Chris replied. “Listen to the noises she’s making. I was afraid she was choking, but her breathing seems okay.”
Kate helped him lower Yvonne to the ground and put her in the recovery position. She positioned herself behind Yvonne, hand to her back to monitor the girl’s breathing.
“Sweetie.” Chris knelt before Yvonne, stroking her arm and shoulder. “How are you doing?”
Yvonne mumbled something he couldn’t catch.
Kate leaned in. “Angel, can you hear us?”
Yvonne made a few nonsensical sounds.
“That’s not English.” Suddenly Kate grinned. “Isn’t she from the Netherlands? I bet she’s speaking Dutch.”
Chris gave her a befuddled look. “That’s a language? With all those gargling sounds?” Chris mimicked the sound she made.
The next moment Yvonne opened her eyes and exclaimed, “Geweldig!” before dissolving into giggles.
What?
Chris and Kate looked at each other and back to Yvonne. She was utterly oblivious to the language problem and snuggled backward into Kate while gripping Chris’s arm and pulling at him.
Kate’s laugh rang through the room. “Let’s get close to her and coax her back from subspace. When she’s running on all cylinders again, we’ll make sense of what she said.” She stretched out on the floor behind Yvonne. Chris followed her lead, slid to the floor, and cuddled Yvonne to his chest.