Texas Blaze

by Cooper McKenzie

  “While we’re waiting for the ladies, put on your jeans for the drive then take your bag, and the red bag sitting by the front door, out to the truck,” Wyatt ordered once the collar was in place. “That way we can go straight home from the club.”

  “Yes, Master.” Levin rose gracefully and went to do his master’s bidding.

  Chapter Five

  Blaze looked around with interest as Levin drove their truck, following Gunnar from the McNeils’ home to Club Esoteria Texas. Despite her injuries, she was looking forward to seeing how this club compared and contrasted with the original Club Esoteria back in North Carolina. She refused to name her interest as excitement, despite the butterflies that flitted around her stomach.

  The men of the Rocking JT Ranch had talked her into riding with them instead of with Jillian and Gunnar. She sat between them on the bench seat instead of taking a spot in the back seat. It wasn’t so much that they’d said anything to convince her. Wyatt simply took her hand as they exited the house and didn’t release it until he had helped her into their truck. He then climbed in behind her while Levin settled into the driver’s seat.

  A small sign on the tall privacy fence to the left of the single car entrance was the first difference. The letters of “Club Esoteria Texas” were spelled out in black wrought iron on a white board. Looking around as they waited for Gunnar’s vehicle to pass through the fence, she noted that the wire fence was even taller than the truck they rode in. She also noted bushes growing inside the fence, blocking the view of anyone driving by on the narrow country road. She didn’t recognize the variety of bushes, but she knew that Gunnar would not plant something that would lose its leaves in the winter.

  As Levin drove up to the gate, she noted the guard stand was much larger and had windows on three of the four sides. Two men stood inside, and as soon as Levin stopped, one waved him through while the other made a note on a clipboard. No doubt recording their presence on the club’s property.

  “How does he know you belong to the club?”

  Her curiosity won out over her stubbornness. She had always been curious about the workings of the New Bern club but had never felt comfortable asking all the questions that her busy brain came up with. Since she was only a visitor, maybe she could get answers without offending anyone.

  “Besides the fact that we’re following Gunnar inside well before the club officially opens for the evening, there’s a sticker on the front bumper that discreetly announces we are members,” Wyatt answered.

  “Plus the guy with the clipboard works on our ranch,” Levin added with a grin.

  “Ahh,” Blaze said, trying to brace herself as they bumped their way down the graveled driveway.

  Finally, Levin pulled off the gravel road and parked in the grass next to Gunnar’s SUV. The men climbed out, and then Wyatt held out his hand for her. She slid across the seat before taking a hand and sliding out of the truck. She landed with a small oof of pain. She ignored Wyatt’s frown when she released his hand and walked away as she continued to look around.

  The original club in North Carolina had been built in an old four-story warehouse. This building was a newly built, oversized barn of modern design. Though she couldn’t wait to look around, Blaze forced herself to take a breath and wait. Surely Wyatt and Gunnar had rules for her behavior they wanted to lay down before they went inside. She hoped they hurried up. She wanted to get away from the mosquitoes that had apparently decided she would provide a tasty meal.

  Gunnar began. “Jillian, I’d like you to show Blaze around, but I want you both inside before opening time so I can put a club collar on Blaze. Once people start arriving, you’ll hang out in the corral while I get security situated and so forth. Later, you and I will be scening on the back patio, so no alcohol until afterwards.”

  “Yes, Master,” Jillian answered, looking pleased and at peace.

  Then Wyatt took over. “Boy, you’ll stay with them, and once Blaze has a collar, you two will join me down in the gazebo.”

  Levin nodded, looking properly submissive. “Yes, Master.”

  Finally, Gunnar turned his attention to her. “Blaze, if you have any questions, we’re always available. Same rules here as in New Bern. Two drink maximum, preferably after scening, red is the club’s safe word, and submissives will be barefoot once they’ve checked in. I’d like you to wear a club collar tonight to be on the safe side. With the club only open a few months, we have a lot of new members that we haven’t had a chance to fully evaluate. Stay with Jillian and Levin and try not to piss any of the dominants off tonight, okay?”

  “Yes, Master Gunnar,” Blaze answered, feeling her submissive side strongly push forward for the first time since before Master Z’s death.

  Could she do this? Could she bow to someone else’s will without arguing or showing her bratty, sassy side?

  “Good girl,” Levin said from where he stood beside her.

  That soft praise sank in, and her eyes filled with tears. She blinked quickly before turning to Jillian. “Okay, let’s see if this club you’ve built out here in the wilds of Texas is as good as the original.”

  The women giggled as they walked away, Levin following like six-foot-four-inch shadow.

  * * * *

  By the time they walked around the various semi-private garden areas for outdoor scenes, the secluded area with a half-dozen tiny houses for weekend guests, and finally wandered back toward the main building, Blaze was ready to sit down. It may have been more than two weeks since her beating, but she was still in recovery mode.

  “How about a ride, short stuff?” Levin said as he swung her up with an arm around her back and one under her legs when she paused to rest for the third time.

  She looked at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck with only a slight wince and smiled. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome. Now, what are your absolute hard limits? Mine include bodily fluids, blood, and fire near my balls.”

  Blaze couldn’t help the giggle that escaped even as her legs squeezed together in sympathy. “Master Wyatt set your balls on fire?”

  “No, he’s not that sadistic. A Domme who asked to play with me decided to wax my balls. Problem was she was a true sadist. She held the candle too close, and the wax was too hot when it hit my skin. I couldn’t wear pants for two weeks and couldn’t ride a horse for a month.”

  Both women gasped, and Blaze asked, “What did you do?”

  “Duncan loaned me one of his utility kilts until mine came in. After that, I made Master promise never to allow that Domme near me or fire play close to my bits and pieces again,” Levin said with a grin. “Since we couldn’t play for a month, he wholeheartedly agreed.”

  Blaze couldn’t help but giggle then dropped her head to his shoulder as her ribs protested the action. “Please, don’t make me laugh. It hurts,” she said as they moved onto the large patio at the back of the barn.

  “But I like your laugh,” Levin said as he carried her through the door Jillian held open. They entered the air-conditioned building and crossed the open space toward the bar.

  “Blaze? Are you okay?” Master Wyatt hurried toward them.

  “I’m fine, Sir. Just a little tired. I didn’t realize how much of a walk it would be to see everything,” Blaze said as Levin set her down on a bar stool.

  The two men exchanged a look before Wyatt turned his attention back to her. “Does this mean you’re too tired to hang out and watch?”

  “No, Sir. I just won’t be participating in any 5K runs any time soon, if that’s all right with you,” Blaze answered with a tired grin.

  Wyatt nodded and then waved the bartender over and asked for three ginger ales.

  “Hold your hair up, pet. I want to put this on you.” He held up a pink leather strip with a tag on it. Blaze did as she was told, knowing this was the club collar Gunnar wanted her to wear for the evening.

  Once she was properly adorned with the equivalent of the club owner’s protection, Levin held
out his hand. “Hairband and comb, little one.”

  She pulled the hair supplies out of the chest pocket of his shirt and handed them over then turned so her back was to Levin. Closing her eyes, she relaxed as he carefully combed the tangles out of her long blonde hair before dividing it into sections. By the time other people began arriving and things started happening, he had braided her hair into a long rope down her back.

  Once he finished, she pulled her hair over her left shoulder and examined the weave. “How do you know how to do this?”

  “I’ve been braiding horses’ tails since I was ten and showed my first horse for my daddy,” Levin answered.

  “You do great work,” Blaze said, a little awestruck. “You can braid my hair any time you want.”

  “Very nice,” Wyatt added his praise as he looked over Blaze’s hair. He then looked them both over head to toe. “But you’re wearing too many clothes. And you still have shoes on. Take care of that, boy.”

  Levin nodded. “Yes, Master.”

  Reaching down, he slipped Blaze’s shoes off her feet before turning and heading toward the front door. Blaze watched him go, enthralled that a man that big could move with such grace. At the reception area, he must have asked for a basket. A moment later, the woman working the front desk placed one before him. He laid her shoes in the basket then added his sneakers, followed by the jeans he had put on for the drive over.

  When Levin turned and began to make his way back to them, the rest of the club receded until it was just the three of them.

  “He is beautiful, isn’t he?” Master Wyatt asked softly, his breath caressing her ear.

  “Yes, Master Wyatt, he is. Very beautiful,” Blaze responded in an awe-filled tone.

  “As are you, pet, as are you,” Wyatt said softly.

  * * * *

  Walking across the club wearing only the black boxer-briefs Master had chosen as tonight’s club wear, Levin wondered if his cock was ever going to go soft. Maybe, after Master finished whatever scene he was planning. Levin knew better than to question the man’s plans for the evening. Levin’s easy-going personality made him the perfect man to deal with horses, who were often temperamental and stubborn, but it also made him the perfect slave to a man who needed to control everything within his grasp.

  With Blaze still recovering from her injuries and unable to actively participate in many of the evening’s activities, he wondered what Master had planned. But then again, whatever Master Wyatt did to him, Levin was certain to enjoy.

  He always did.

  He only hoped Blaze enjoyed their evening as well.

  Chapter Six

  Once Levin rejoined them, Wyatt studied the two submissives for a moment before checking his watch. He had agreed to give a Knots for Newbies demonstration in an hour, so they had little time to get to know Blaze and allow her to get to know them. They would also discuss the possibility of starting to build a long-term relationship with the pretty little subbie.

  “Let’s go out to the gazebo so we can talk uninterrupted,” he suggested.

  “Yes, Master,” Levin agreed immediately.

  “Yes, Master Wyatt,” Blaze added a second later. She sounded tense.

  There was something going on with the woman, but he couldn’t tell if it was regrets about coming to the club tonight or something bigger that had nothing to do with BDSM, or them.

  Stepping close enough to her chair that he forced her knees apart to bracket his body, Wyatt slid a hand under her braid to cup the back of her neck. Using that to control her, he forced her to look up at him. Their gazes met and locked, and he knew he had her total attention. Levin moved in to stand beside them, his taller, broader body shielding them from the rest of the room.

  “What’s your safe word, pet?”

  “Red, Master Wyatt,” she answered, sounding a little breathless but still tense.

  “And when do you use your safe word?”

  “When I need a break, whether it’s from too much pain or fear,” she answered automatically, sounding as if her answer had been well rehearsed over the years.

  “Good girl,” Wyatt said before dropping a kiss on her forehead. “Now, would you be willing to spend some time with me and my boy, talking, getting to know one another, and maybe relieving some of that stress that’s got you tied up in knots?”

  Blaze blinked and slowly nodded. “I think I’d like that, Master Wyatt.”

  “Very well. Instead of going out to the gazebo, there’s a seating area upstairs that’s fairly secluded, yet visible from the rest of the room. Will you come up there with us?”

  Blaze took a deep breath before nodding as she said, “Yes, Master Wyatt.”

  “Good girl,” Wyatt said as he helped her down from the barstool. Taking her hand in his, he waved toward his toy bag, knowing Levin would grab it before following.

  They were halfway across the main room to the wide staircase that led to the second floor when a leather-clad man stopped him. Anderson Finch was a good, solid Texas man outside the club, but here, he was known to be a true sadist and hard on the submissives he played with. “What’s this? Your boy not enough for you, so you’re now beating on sweet female subbies, Jackson? From the looks of her, she’s had enough already. If not, I’d be happy to join you and show her what a true Dom is all about.”

  Feeling her tremble, Wyatt released Blaze’s hand and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “I don’t think so, Finch. She a rope bunny, not one of the pain sluts you prefer.”

  “She can’t speak for herself?” The other dominant sneered, causing Blaze to press closer into the side of Wyatt’s body even as her trembling grew stronger.

  “Not while under my control, she doesn’t. Now, if you’ll excuse us,” Wyatt said as he guided Blaze around the other man.

  Gunnar joined them just before they reached the staircase. He exchanged a glance with Wyatt before turning his attention to Blaze. “You okay, subbie?”

  Blaze looked into his eyes as she answered softly. “Yes, Master Gunnar. We’re going upstairs to talk.”

  “What’s your safe word?”

  “Red, Master Gunnar,” she answered with a smile.

  The big blond Viking studied her for another moment. He then nodded and looked at Wyatt. “I’ll send someone for you in about forty-five minutes.”

  Wyatt nodded. “Where do you want us?”

  “I was thinking the back patio. Show off some of the outside features,” Gunnar answered as he looked around the club. “Or we can set up the inverted U in front of the stage. Whichever you prefer.”

  “Outside sounds good. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I want to get to know this little subbie a bit better before I tie her up,” Wyatt said.

  * * * *

  Tie me up? Blaze froze inside as Master Wyatt’s words bounced around her brain, silencing every other thought she’d had to that point.

  No one had touched her in that way since Master Z had died.

  Taking a deep breath, she did not fight for her freedom when Master Wyatt tightened the hold around her. Instead, she went along passively as they headed up the wide staircase to the second floor. She looked around, intrigued by the areas on the second floor that had been set up similar to, yet very different from, the private themed rooms in the North Carolina version of the club.

  Here the rooms appeared to be more like stalls. They had back and side walls, but instead of a wall and door, the fourth wall was a curtain, which could be closed for privacy. Like the original club, each area had a different theme. She smiled, seeing Jillian’s hand in some of the choices, like the room painted bright peachy-pink and powder blue with a rocking chair, a spanking bench shaped like a horse, and an adult-size crib for those interested in age-play. Another area contained nothing but a large pile of pillows in one corner with a portable pillory on the other. These walls were painted to simulate an old-time Middle Eastern harem. She did notice that each room had built-in cupboards, no doubt to hold the condoms, blankets, and other s
upplies, just like the armoires in the original club. The thing she didn’t see were private bathrooms. That was when she noticed an area at one end of each side of the balcony that had full walls around them with open doors. Peeking in the one they passed, she saw it was a full bathroom, with shower facilities large enough for several people to jump in together.

  At the opposite end of the building from the top of the stairs was the seating area with leather couch and two club chairs set around a large wooden coffee table that Wyatt had talked about. She could almost see herself stretched across the low tabletop while one man fucked her mouth and the other filled her pussy.

  Her pussy dampened to overflowing at her mental musings. She froze in place when Wyatt released her and stepped away. She wasn’t sure what to do, so she remained frozen where she was, though she did lift her arms and wrap them around her middle, giving herself a gentle hug of reassurance. Whatever was about to happen, she could handle it.

  She would handle it.

  After all, she was Blaze Richards, the feistiest of the submissives at Club Esoteria.

  She watched Master Wyatt move to a shelf on the nearby wall. He pulled two blankets from the pile there and tossed them into the middle of the coffee table. Then he pointed at the fluffy mound. “Kneeling slave position, pet.”

  As Blaze crawled onto the table and took the proper position with her knees spread wide, hands face down on thighs, back straight, and head tilted down, she watched out of the corner of her eye as Levin settled on the couch in front of her.

  “Very nice form, pet, but I prefer eyes on me at all times. When in a group with other dominants, I may call for high protocol, which means no eye contact and no speaking. When we are alone like this, I want to see your eyes, hear your words, and know your thoughts. Especially until we get to know each other better,” Master Wyatt said.

  “Yes, Sir,” Blaze answered softly, lifting her gaze to his.

  “I understand from Master Gunnar that you are not new to the lifestyle and not new to bondage, is that correct?”