Chapter 3 #2
She nodded and went in. Inside, she marveled.
Calling it a locker room was ridiculous.
The showers faced a mosaic tile mural of enormous roses blooming in pink and coral.
The serpentine counter in the vanity area was beige sandstone.
There were mirrors reaching to the ceiling that were framed in round bulbs.
There was a tufted couch covered in shimmery gold fabric.
In the drawers there were packets of toiletries that included tiny soaps, travel size toothpastes and toothbrushes, shampoos and conditioners, and lotions, all luxury brands.
The stacked towels were fluffy and bright white. Did they have a laundry service that delivered? It was so strange that one part of the the club looked like it belonged to a five-star hotel. Quite a contrast from the industrial row full of cages, St. Andrew’s crosses, and punishment benches.
Her stomach tightened at the thought of being tied down and punished by Master Rory. She wanted him so badly. He seemed interested in her too, which was exciting.
She changed into the slip dress, trying to decide whether to leave her strapless bra on underneath. Her breasts were heavy, so it was nice to have the support, but the slip was so light, the bra’s bones showed underneath.
She left it on for the moment and looked herself over. She definitely wasn’t a ballerina, but the slip dress looked pretty on her. The vibrant blue was a great color. She opened the door and stepped out.
Master Rory walked over. “Go back in and lose the bra.”
“I was trying to decide about that.”
“It’s decided.”
She smiled and did as he ordered.
When she returned, he looked her over. “That’s a good choice for your first night on the floor.”
“What would you have chosen? If you were the one training me?”
“Can’t see how that’s relevant, since he’s not,” Master J said, walking up.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean any disrespect, Master J, honestly.”
“We’ll talk about it later. Where’s your phone?” Master J asked.
“It’s in a lockbox in Shay’s office,” Master Rory said.
“Appreciate the help, but don’t need it,” Master J said evenly.
“I know. Later,” he said, walking away.
“Seems like we have some things to talk about. Let’s take a walk to my office.”
She nodded and followed him around a winding path to a lone door.
He unlocked it and she followed him inside.
He flicked on the light, and she was transported.
The walls were knotty pine paneling and there were exposed wood beams overhead.
The floor had an animal skin rug. A beautiful painting of a dessert sunset hung on the wall across from his desk.
There were a pair of antique guns hanging on the wall behind him.
“Did he put his hands or anything else on you?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“Did you put your hands or anything else on him?”
“No, Master J.”
“Did he tell you to do anything that I’ve told you you’re not allowed to do?”
“No, Sir. He helped me study.”
“He did what?”
She explained about coming in early to review the rules and that Master Rory had offered to help.
“Uh-huh. So let’s find out whether the studying was useful. Tell me what you learned.”
She rattled off everything Master Rory had taught her, including twelve of the club’s bylaws.
“That son-of-a-bitch,” Master J said, laughing.
“Pardon, Sir?”
“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “Master Rory has more than proven that he knows the letter of the law and will abide by it. He’s even taught quite a bit of it to you.
He’s also made it pretty clear that if I leave you unattended, I can expect to find him where he doesn’t belong.
We’ll have to take steps to see that that doesn’t happen anymore. ”
She nodded, really disappointed to hear that.
“That’s a beautiful slip. For a nightclub or a honeymoon, it’d be about perfect. But you don’t need it in here.”
She blinked.
“You heard me. Take it off.”
She’d understood this would happen; she just hadn’t thought it would be quite so abrupt. Kate took a deep steadying breath, then slid the slip over her head and folded it. She set it on the edge of the desk.
He walked around the desk and stood in front of her. “You’re beautiful, Kate.” He cupped her breasts, testing their weight. “Gorgeous tits.” He flicked each nipple, making them sting and tighten. Heat rushed to her face and lower. Being handled roughly and talked to that way was such a turn on.
He took a step back. “Everything off.”
She swallowed and slid her underwear down to the floor and then stepped out of them, her face flaming.
“I like your glossy dark hair,” he said, looking at her pussy. “But that bush hides too much. You’ll be shaved or waxed by next week.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get on my desk.”
It was so unreal to be ordered to strip and move around on command. Like a puppet. No, like a submissive, she thought, reminding herself that this is what she’d signed up for. This was what she wanted.
It was hard though because she didn’t want to submit to Master J, no matter how handsome he was. Not because he wasn’t great. A few days earlier she’d have been thrilled to have been assigned to him. Now though, things felt different.
Still, she needed to behave. She wanted to be a good submissive, so she needed to allow him to train her.
Kate sat on the edge of the desk, steadying herself.
“You all right?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Lie back and lift your legs so your feet are on either side of your ass.”
Kate’s legs shook as she lifted them. She knew in that position she’d be completely exposed. It made her want to run from the office. It also excited her.
“Good girl.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. She loved hearing a Dom tell her she was a good girl, even if it wasn’t the Dom she wanted praise from the most.
A fingertip slid between her lower lips. “Slick as spilled motor oil.” He massaged the moisture around her clit, making her pant. “You’re a really good little submissive, aren’t you?”
“I’m trying to be.”
“Except when you’re bad.”
She stiffened.
“You can put your legs down. And sit up, Kate.”
She did so, afraid to meet his eyes.
“I hear you’re a very smart girl. You made it all the way to the Ivy League, right?”
She nodded.
“So a little bit of the blame for my finding you with Master Rory falls on you, doesn’t it?”
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
“Most of it is on him. I hear he’s a real badass. I’m sure he’s used to doing whatever he wants. But I know something about beautiful, smart girls. And that’s that inevitably they learn how to shut down guys who hit on them, even the aggressive ones. I’m betting you’ve had to do that, haven’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“You guess so? Or you know so?” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes, I have, Master J,” she admitted. His scrutiny made her nervous, but she liked that he was firm. She felt like that was the way a Dominant should be.
“Did you try tonight to remove yourself from Master Rory’s company?”
“No.”
“Do you think you should have?”
“Probably.”
He chuckled. “Not sure, huh? It’s a good thing you’ve got me to help you figure things out. I think it’s time I got a good look at your ass, Kate.”
She shuddered.
“Turn around and bend over the desk.”
She felt a little light-headed, but did as he commanded. She turned and leaned over the desk.
“That’s it. You’ll be all right,” he said, putting a reassuring hand on her back.
In her fantasies, no one comforted her before a scene. She wanted the Dom to be rough-edged, like a certain guy with tattoos. She bet Rory wouldn’t sweet talk her before a spanking.
Still, at the moment, she felt shaky and nervous, and it was reassuring for Master J to tell her she would be ok.
“Don’t be afraid to let the desk take your weight. Its legs are going to hold up better than yours by the time I’m done.”
Kate held onto the edges of the desk because she was afraid that if she didn’t, she’d shake herself right off.
Master J opened a drawer and took out a wooden paddle.
“I’ve got this giant desk, but I’ve only got about three or four things in the whole damn thing. I should probably either get a smaller desk or more stuff to put it in. Rise up on your toes, sweetness. There you go. That’s a gorgeous ass. Time to warm it up.”
“Master J?”
“Yes?”
“I can use my safeword if I need to in here?”
“Of course. You can use your safeword if you need to anywhere. Always.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding to herself.
“Do you need to talk to me some more before we start, Kate?”
“No, I—I did feel like you might not approve of my studying with Master Rory. I think—” She had to swallow first before she could say the words. “I think I do deserve a punishment. I’m ready.”
“Good girl. I’m proud of you.”
The night dragged on until Rory began to pace circles around the Club, criss-crossing up and down the aisles. Where the hell were they?
He couldn’t touch Kate, but he was damn well going to look at her. He imagined that J would at least strip her down to her panties. Even if she was skittish, he’d go that far. Maybe not punishment the first night, but he’d bind her, surely.
Rory’s balls ached just thinking about having Kate tied up and helpless.
Which brought him back to his original question. Where the fuck were they?
Kate lay sniffling across Master J’s desk.
She’d never been paddled before, and it was both fantastic and devastating.
He had paused on and off to massage her wounded ass and to massage her throbbing pussy.
He’d walloped her until she was clenching and pushing her ass up for more.
Then when she was aching and desperate for sex, he fucked her with his fingers until she came.
And all the while she’d closed her eyes and fantasized that it was Master Rory doing things to her.
“All right, little girl, come here,” J said, pealing her off the desk and carrying her to an old oversized Adirondack chair in the corner.
He sat with her on his lap, rubbing her arms and back.
He murmured to her in a low voice, reassuring her that she was fine as she cried.
He pulled a blanket down from an overhead hook and wrapped it around her.
After a while, she settled. “What does the J stand for, Master J?” she asked, sniffling.
“Thomas.”
She chuckled. “Seriously?”
“Well, yeah. My first name is Thomas, but I didn’t like that when I was young. So I added a middle initial and had my friends call me TJ. Then in high school I just started going by J, and it stuck.”
“Do people here know?”
“A few.”
They sat together in companionable silence for awhile.
“I feel bad,” she said.
“Oh yeah? About what?”
“A few things.”
“Tell me.”
“I’d expect that punishing someone excites you, too.”
“Sure.”
“But you didn’t get to—”
“To come?”
“Yes. I thought you might want me to take care of that.”
“You weren’t in a state to suck my cock. You needed to feel safe while you were coming down.”
“Do you have a girlfriend to sleep with when you get home?”
He laughed. “You really are a sweet little sub.”
“Is that a stupid thing to ask you?”
“No. You’re brand new to the club. You’re trying to figure out how things work.
And I’m your training master, so you should be asking me anything and everything.
I want you to do that. If you ever hit on something that’s out of bounds, I’ll tell you.
With regard to my personal life outside the club, it’s been about a year since I had a girlfriend, but I don’t miss it much.
The club has a big membership and if I choose to, I can do enough scenes to get off as many times as I can get it up.
I just have to choose the girls who want to have sex as part of the scene. ”
“You didn’t ask me if I wanted to have sex.”
“I don’t have to ask you. You’re learning how to submit to a master. That means I decide what happens to you during a scene. And I decided by the way you were moaning and crying out that you wanted the release of an orgasm.”
“I guess I did. Thank you. But what if I decided I didn’t want sex and used my safeword?”
“To keep me from making you come? Not really appropriate under the circumstances.”
“When I’m done with training, I might be one of those girls who doesn’t have sex during scenes.”
“That would be a shame since punishment makes your body really want to have sex.”
“But what if I just wanted to learn to be submissive in all the ways except that during my training? Do some submissives get trained without having sex?”
“Sure.” After a beat, he added, “Wanna talk about what’s really on your mind?”
“What do you mean?”
“Rory knows the score, Kate. He’s not your college crush.
He’s a Dom in a BDSM club, and you don’t belong to him.
He wants to have scenes with you himself that include sex, but the next best thing will be seeing me do it.
Trust me, he’ll be jealous, but he won’t be angry.
And it won’t make him want you any less.
You know what will piss him off? Not seeing you out there tonight. ”
Kate sucked in a breath. “That’s why we had the scene in your office? So you could punish him, too?”
“Technically it’s not a punishment.”
“But you did it to get back at him?”
Master J smiled. “He’s not the only one who knows how to follow the letter of the law, rather than the spirit of it.”
“That’s a little low, Sir.”
“No, it’s just giving him a taste of his own medicine. And you don’t need to worry about it. Master Rory and I will settle this between us. You just concentrate on your training.”
“Am I doing okay so far? Was I okay in here, I mean?”
“You’re doing great. One of the most natural submissives I’ve ever trained. Now, up you come. Let’s get you home, so you can get some sleep before class.”