13. Taylor
Taylor
“ W ho was that you were playing with?”
I looked up as my friend April sat down on the stool next to mine. She was in full dominatrix mode, dressed head to toe in shiny black latex. I didn’t know how she wore that shit – it made me sweat buckets. I preferred corsets and leather miniskirts or form-fitting black dresses, both paired with high heeled boots.
“That was Aubrey.”
“The girl who got you arrested?” she asked. “You’re still doing scenes with her?”
“It was only our second time,” I said.
The slight defensiveness caught her attention, and April gave me a long look.
“Wait. You have feelings for her, don’t you?” she asked. “I knew there was something there.”
“There’s nothing there,” I denied. “I just gave her a spanking and got her off.”
“Did you kiss her?” she asked. “Make her get you off too?”
“No, I’m not crossing that line with this one.”
“Interesting.”
My friend took a long drink of the beer that the bartender Kristina had set in front of her while I tried not to squirm.
“I thought you said it was hot when you two kissed before?” she finally asked.
“It was, but that doesn’t mean I have to do it again.”
“But you’re going to fuck her, right?” April asked. “Eventually?”
“No, I’ve decided that I’m keeping things platonic with her.”
I’d made that decision the minute I touched her pussy and realized that there was no way I could keep my boundaries around her if I let myself relax around her.
“And I’m definitely not going to kiss her again. Ever,” I added emphatically.
“Ah.”
“Ah?” I repeated.
April took another sip of her beer then looked around the bar, her gaze landing on a shy looking submissive in the corner before returning to me.
“You think if you don’t kiss her you’ll be able to keep your feelings in check,” she accused. “Oh my God, you’re like that billionaire in Pretty Woman who thought kissing was too intimate but was really hiding his feelings.”
“I’m not hiding my feelings,” I said hotly.
“Feelings for who?”
My head whipped around as a voice came from behind me. Lauren, one of the most senior dommes at the club, gave me a smile before leaning across the bar to share a quick kiss with her wife Kristina.
“Taylor has feelings for her new sub but she’s pretending not to,” Kristina said. “She thinks not kissing her will keep them from falling in love.”
When I glared at her the pretty bartender shrugged. “When you’re a bartender you hear everything.”
“What’s wrong with your sub?” Lauren asked. “Why don’t you want to act on your crush or whatever this is?”
“We hated each other when we were younger and she was my archrival in high school,” I said, using my fingers to tick off my points. “I ran into her recently and she accidentally punched me then got me arrested. I’m picking up trash on the side of the road because of her. And she’s straight…”
“Except when you’re getting her off,” April reminded me.
“And I’ve been burned before with women who were experimenting.”
Lauren gave me a long look. “In fairness, most of us were experimenting at some point. It’s how we realized that we like vag more than dick. Or that we like both. Or whatever it is we end up liking. You can’t hold that against her.”
That was a fair point. And April was right. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about that kiss a couple of weeks ago, and playing with Aubrey here at the club had only intensified my attraction for her. Receiving the gift of her submission was like a shot of adrenaline.
Yet I couldn’t help but think that if I let myself go I’d end up hurt. I couldn’t handle getting my heart broken again because some baby lesbian went back to her ex-boyfriend. Been there, bought the tee shirt. Twice, in fact.
I needed to keep the distance between us. It was all new and shiny and exciting for her now but sooner or later Aubrey would move on, and I didn’t want to be nursing a broken heart when she left. I’d promised myself that I wasn’t making the same mistake again.
And yet I did…
***
Four weeks later…
“Why haven’t you kissed me again?”
Aubrey hit me with the question as soon as we were alone in the private room at Club Surrender. It was the sixth Saturday in a row that she’d come to the club to scene with me. We’d finished our community service, yet neither of us seemed to want to end our weekly sessions at Club Surrender.
Why would we? They were hot as fuck for both of us, even if only Aubrey was getting off. It had been getting harder and harder for me to keep my distance though. Aubrey’s submission was a beautiful thing to see, and the way she responded to me getting her off – the way the pain made her let go and take the pleasure I was giving her in a way I suspected that she’d never had – it was a huge turn-on.
Tonight she was wearing a cute white slip dress that would have looked almost virginal if it wasn’t for her bare nipples pressing against the thin fabric. And the fact that the dress barely covered the lower curves of her ass.
“What?” I asked, stalling for time.
Aubrey took a deep breath, gathering her courage, then her words came out in a rush.
“I’m confused. That day we went to court, you kissed me in the car. It was great and you seemed to enjoy it too and I thought... well, I thought you were attracted to me. But when we’re here at the club, you’re always so distant. Like we’re strangers. I thought maybe you were trying to get me used to BDSM first, and I get the impression you’re enjoying our sessions, like maybe they’re exciting for you too, but you never… well, it seems like maybe there’s another reason you’re keeping a wall between us.”
When I didn’t respond she added, “I’ve loved what we’ve done. I’ve learned a lot from you about this world, and you’ve given me the best orgasms of my life, but I’d also like…”
“What?” I asked when she stopped talking.
I knew, but I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted something to give myself permission to let myself off the leash and do what I’d been fantasizing about since the day I woke up cuddled in a jail cell with her.
“I want you to kiss me again,” she whispered, staring at the floor as a pink flush rose across her cheeks. “I want to… reciprocate when you make me come. I want some real intimacy. I want to touch you. Taste you. And I want you to teach me what you like, how to give a woman pleasure.”
A rush of arousal hit me like a wave, soaking my panties. I was strong, but how could I resist that kind of invitation?
“Sex isn’t always a part of a scene,” I said.
She nodded. “I know, but when two people are attracted to each other, it can be.” She looked up to meet my eyes, her gaze earnest. “And you are attracted to me too, right? The way I am to you? I’m not just imagining it?”
“No, you’re not imagining it.” My voice sounded like I’d swallowed gravel.
Aubrey gave me a radiant smile that made my breath catch. In that moment, I knew I was totally fucked.
“Then maybe we can try something different tonight?” she asked tentatively. “Maybe tonight both of us can get off. Or just you. You can teach me what to do. And if things work out, maybe we can try seeing each other outside of the club. Hang out. Maybe go on a date?”
My heart pounded in excitement as images of farmer’s markets and cooking dinner and snuggling in bed on a rainy Sunday played in my head like the most romantic movie ever. I took a slow breath to calm myself.
Clearly Aubrey was feeling the same strong emotions as I was. But could I trust myself – and her – to take things to the next level? I wasn’t sure. But I was having a hard time remembering why it was a bad idea to get involved with her.
I made my decision, but I’d make her work for it.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I said, affecting a stern tone. “Let’s see if you can do more with that mouth than talk, then we’ll go from there.”