Headmaster

by Tara Sue Me

  There had been no way in hell Lynne would want to go to Anna Beth’s club. Instead, she had gone home and joined an online BDSM group. From there she’d met Simon. She supposed she had Anna Beth to thank, and she hated feeling like she was indebted to her.

  “Actually,” Lynne said, “I broke up with my Dom. I’ve moved to Delaware and didn’t want to do a long-distance thing.”

  It wasn’t the truth, but she wasn’t about to say Simon didn’t think she was submissive, and besides, Anna Beth would never know any different.

  “Delaware?” Her nose wrinkled. “Why the hell would you move from New York City to Delaware?”

  “The firm let me go, remember? I had to go where I could find work.”

  “Too bad you don’t work in IT like I do. Two words: job security.” She cocked her head to the side. “So, why are you here today?”

  “I’m taking classes this summer.”

  Anna Beth’s eyes rolled. “Not here in the city, doofus. Here in this store.”

  Why was she still standing there, letting Anna Beth talk to her like she was? Because she was too damn nice—that’s why. “I’m just looking.”

  “Me too. I’m looking for something my Dom will like.”

  The bitch had a Dom. Lynne almost felt sorry for him. “That’s nice.”

  Apparently, that was all the encouragement Anna Beth needed. “We haven’t been together long. We’ve played together a few times, but Saturday he came in and sat at the bar like he was looking for someone. Then he looked at me and said, ‘Come here, girl’ in this sexy-as-fuck voice.” She stopped talking for a minute and fanned herself.

  Lynne really didn’t need or want the play-by-play. “Good for you. I’m glad you found someone.” And may the Lord have mercy on his soul.

  Anna Beth nodded. “Rumor is he’s hung up on his last girlfriend, who must’ve been a real bitch, but after that scene? Let’s just say it’s time for him to forget her, and I’m the one who’s going to see to it that he does.”

  Lynne had no doubt she could do it. She remembered her as stubborn as all get out in the office, never taking no for an answer. Glancing at the black lace corset in the other woman’s hands, she didn’t think any man alive would stand a chance against Anna Beth. Putting the corset and Anna Beth together was a deadly combination. “I’m sure you’ll have him on his knees in that corset.”

  But Anna Beth shook her head. “I’m not about to have him on his knees. That defeats the purpose. As long as I’m on my knees, that’s all I care about.”

  Lynne didn’t bother to tell her it was a figure of speech. Instead she decided she’d been friendly enough and could leave without seeming rude. “Good luck with that. I hope it works out. See you around.”

  Anna Beth’s eyes lit up. “The thing is, he’s a sadist.”

  She paused as if waiting for Lynne to show some sign of shock, but it didn’t come as a surprise to Lynne. She’d been around the Wests, as well as their friends, long enough that she knew BDSM was practiced in many different ways.

  She’d heard Nathaniel once talk about a submissive he’d played with before he met Abby. That relationship hadn’t lasted long, he’d said, because the woman had needed more pain than he felt comfortable giving. Lynne respected him for that, though she always wondered about the sub. What exactly were her limits? How far did she want to go?

  And sometimes, in the dark of night, she wanted to taste that world.

  “Nice,” Lynne said.

  “It’s beyond nice. It’s incredible.” Anna Beth’s eyes grew dreamy as she talked about the scene. “He was so careful. First, he used a flogger, and from there, he went to a whip. Damn. Just thinking about it makes me horny as hell. Of course, it hurt, too, but that made it so much better. Because the pleasure that came after was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.”

  Lynne believed her. It was easy to tell from her blissed-out smile that she was telling the truth. Seeing Anna Beth so happy and content made Lynne just the tiniest bit jealous. But she stuffed that inside, refusing to let it take hold. One look at Anna Beth made it clear she wouldn’t have noticed anyway. She was too lost in her memories or, by the way she fingered the corset, her future plans. She snapped back to the present and looked irritated that she’d said so much.

  “Not that I expect you to understand. I mean, seriously, you’re basically still a newbie. A sadist would eat you for breakfast.” Anna Beth laughed and turned to leave. “See ya!”

  After Anna Beth left with her purchases, Lynne wandered around the store, not as excited as she’d been before. She didn’t want to look at the corsets, and the bra and panty sets now seemed boring. She blinked back tears. Shopping for lingerie was stupid anyway. No one would ever see it on her. What did it matter?

  She couldn’t hold back the memories of the few times she’d undressed for Simon. The way his sharp eyes had traveled up and down her body, taking her all in. At the time she’d felt as if he were memorizing her. Had he? Did he ever think back to their time together . . . and if he did, would he remember how she’d stripped for him?

  No matter how many times she told herself it was time to move on, she found she couldn’t. She’d tried pursuing a vanilla relationship after Simon, and halfway into the date, she’d known it wouldn’t work. Though she knew numerous people in BDSM circles who would jump at the chance to set her up with someone, her heart wasn’t in it if it wasn’t Simon. Instead, she’d settled for neither kink nor vanilla. Anytime she felt lonely, she’d remember how it all started.

  They had chatted online for two months before she’d agreed to meet him in person. Even then, she’d met him in a public place and had a friend go with her. Most people she’d mentioned her meeting to had told her she was out of her mind to meet a guy she knew only from the Internet.

  At times before they first met, she’d thought she might be crazy to have said yes. She only had to watch the news to hear all about how easy it could be to open yourself up to danger. But she didn’t feel in any danger with Simon. Ever. He had a calming presence about him that immediately set her at ease.

  The day they’d met in person, finally, he’d asked her to dinner, and though her friend had gone with them, she’d ended up leaving before the entrées arrived. Simon had been kind, and later, when they’d progressed to where they’d talked about BDSM, he was patient and gentle.

  Which was why it had come as such a surprise when he’d broken up with her.

  She often thought back to their time together, trying desperately to figure out what she’d done wrong. He’d known from the beginning that she had no experience as a submissive. They had even gone to Nathaniel and Abby’s Hamptons estate to watch a scene. She had been mesmerized by the two of them. And when it was over, Nathaniel had carried Abby out of the room and Simon had taken her out to their pool and they’d talked.

  It was that day that she’d finally begun to understand and accept that she was a submissive at her core. She’d told Simon the same thing and he’d looked so happy.

  Yet it wasn’t but a few months later that he’d left.

  “Lynne?”

  She looked up. The saleslady was watching her with worried eyes. “Are you okay? Do you need help finding something?”

  Lynne looked around. Somehow, she’d made it to the pajama section. Strange. While she loved pretty undergarments, she’d never bought fancy pajamas before.

  Suddenly, she knew exactly what she was going to buy. It was time for something new. Time for her to leave the past behind and move forward. It was time for a new Lynne. And New Lynne wore naughty pajamas to bed.

  She turned and smiled at the saleslady. “Actually, you can help me find something.”

 
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