by Renee Rose
“Are you lost, babygirl?”
Dimitri
She blinks up at me with wide, wet eyes. I heard her talking to herself. The little lamb had been in love with a gay man. I wish I could say her tears move me to pity, but they just make me hard. This is what she’d look like after a good flogging.
I’m getting ahead of myself. Step one: make sure she’s okay. Step two: obtain consent and seduce her. Step three: fuck her blind.
First step first.
“No. I just… needed a moment.” She jerks her head down and swipes at her eyes. The move makes her unsteady on her feet; I reaffirm my grip on her elbows. She leans into me, without seeming to notice.
“Great,” she mutters. “My makeup is ruined. Again.”
“Let me see.” I cup her jaw and raise her face to mine. She stills, letting me maneuver her the way I wish. Good little submissive.
I take my time, studying my awkward angel. She has gorgeous eyes, a light color I can’t make out in the dim light. They’re tilted at the corners. Pale skin, and long dark hair, caught up in that white ribbon. She looks like a Disney princess, if Disney princesses ever have mascara tear tracks down their cheeks. I wouldn’t know; I don’t watch those movies.
“Here.” I thumb away her black tears. “Good as new.”
“Thank you, Mr…”
“Call me Dimitri. And don’t thank me. It was my pleasure.” I keep my hands on either side of her face. “Do you want me to kill him?”
She blinks. “What?”
“The man who made you cry. Shall I make him disappear?”
“Um, no.” She laughs like I made a joke. “That’s okay. He’s my ex.” Her lower lip wobbles. “We broke it off a couple months ago.”
“His loss,” I say softly, and brush my thumb across her bottom lip. Her mouth opens. So fuckable.
“Yes,” she agrees in a breathy tone. Half under my spell. Not that I used any form of thrall with her. I’m just giving her what she wants. What she craves.
“He’s not worth your tears.”
“No. He’s not.” She jerks out of my grip, tossing her head. “I’m not sad.”
“No?” I raise a brow.
“I’m not,” she insists. “I’m pissed at all the years I wasted with him. I knew something was wrong. Things weren’t quite right. I thought there was something wrong with me.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re perfect.”
She shakes her head. “I squandered my youth.”
Her sweet voice is so mournful, I have to turn my head. It’d be rude to laugh right in her face.
But she laughs along with me.
“You’re still very young,” I tell her. Almost too young for a monster like me.
“I know.” She wrinkles her nose. “I’m kidding. Sorta.”
“So you’re all right?”
A firm nod. “I am.”
Step one: check. On to step two. “And you’re not leaving?”
“Heck, no.” Her stubborn chin rises again.
“Good. May I buy you a drink?”
“I’d like that. I’m Gwen, by the way.”
“Good to meet you, Gwen. Shall we?” I guide her forward with light pressure on her back. Her posture is perfect, although she stumbles a bit in her heels. “Easy, babygirl.” I steady her with an arm around her shoulders. She fits neatly in the half circle of my arm. It feels right.
“I’m not used to wearing heels,” she tells me. “These are new.”
With my help, we ease around the dance floor and make it to the bar without incident.
“What are you drinking?” I ask.
“Um,” she bites her lip in that adorable manner, “I don’t actually know. Something fruity?”
Adorable.
“An Arizona sunset for the lady,” I tell the bartender. “Light on the rum. Plus my usual.”
When our drinks come, I hold mine out for a toast.
“I’m Gwen.”
“Dimitri.”
“I’ve always wanted to come here.”
“I know this club well. Allow me to be your guide tonight. I promise to make it a night to remember.” I raise her hand to my lips and kiss her knuckles. She smells like sugar, sweet enough to eat. My fangs sharpen. “We’ll drink, we’ll dance, we’ll talk.”
She giggles, the sound like champagne bubbles. “That sounds good.”
I pull her close, then, and whisper into the silken shell of her ear. “And then, if everything goes well, I’m going to seduce you.”
Chapter 2
Gwen
His voice rolls over me, more potent than rum. I sway on my feet, and he holds me closer.
“Is that all right, little Gwen?”
I duck my head to the side. “I’m not that little,” I mutter, to stall.
“You are to me.”
The DJ changes the song to a new sexy single, and the bass throbs through me. I tuck myself closer to him. And, just like that, we’re dancing together, as natural as anything.
“Are you supposed to tell me you’re going to seduce me? Aren’t you supposed to just do it?”
He cocks a brow. “Is that what you’d prefer?”
I’m about to say hell yes, when I catch sight of Chad and his new lover talking to two tattooed bouncers in the coat check area before disappearing.
Dimitri twists to follow my line of sight.
“Where are they going?” I ask. “Is there a gay bar down there?”
Dimitri chuckles. “So innocent. Something like that.”
“Can anyone go down there?”
“No. You have to be invited.” His dark gaze entices me. “Do you want me to invite you?”
My hands tighten on his arms. “Can we?”
“Are you sure? There are some things you can’t unsee.”
“Yes. I want to see.”
“You’ll need to stay close to me. And do as I say.”
“Okay.”
“This is important, little one. I need you to promise to be good.” His finger traces my lips. It should rub me the wrong way, his possessive touch, but I love it.
“I’ll be good.” I whisper.
“Good girl. Come.” His hand slides down my arm and grasps mine. “Stay close.”
We’re halfway down the stairs when I think of something.
“Dimitri?” My voice comes out small. “Are you gay?”
“No,” he turns toward me, and I can tell he’s smiling in the dark, “I’m not. This isn’t a gay club.”
“Then what is it?”
“Wait and see.”
I feel like Alice following the white rabbit. Except Dimitri is no rabbit. More like a demon from the dark, come to lead me straight to hell.
There’s a red glow at the bottom of the stairs. I halt. Dimitri stops with me, waiting politely for me to gather my courage.
“Ready?” he asks, his deep voice caressing my raw nerves.
“I’m ready. I can do this.”
“Good girl. I’ll take care of you.” His thumb rubs the back of my hand, promising all sorts of things. I’ll take care of you—quite the double entendre.
Yes, please.
We reach the bottom step and emerge into the reddish light. This part of the club looks totally different from the dance floor and bar and booths upstairs. The first thing I see is a man in a suit lounging in a large leather chesterfield. He holds out his hand, and another younger man approaches and drops to his knees in front of the man in the chair. The younger man is totally naked. My mouth drops open.
Across from them, another couple sip from wine glasses and chat like nothing’s weird. The man in the suit leans back and pulls the naked man between his legs.
I gasp.
“You’re staring.” Dimitri chuckles.
I realize I’m clinging to him, but when I go to step back, he drapes an arm across my collarbone, turning my back to his front.
“Look all you want. They’re all right with it. If they didn’t wa
nt you to look, they wouldn’t be out in the open. There are a few private rooms available.”
I look long enough to see that the naked man kneeling on the floor is doing exactly what I guessed he would be, his head bobbing over the seated man’s lap. The man in the suit leans back, his eyes closed. “Oh. Oh my.”
“My goodness.” Dimitri loosens his hold enough to tuck me into the curve of his arm and see my face. “I don’t think I was ever so innocent.”
“I’m not that innocent, I’m just surprised.”
“Mmm.”
“I am,” I insist. “Chad and I did all sorts of things.”
“Did you?” Dimitri puts a finger to my cheek, turns my face to him. He studies me for so long, I flush and drop my eyes. His chuckle makes my belly flip. “My sweet innocent, lies will get you punished.”
I bite my lip, shocked at the flare of arousal singing through me.
“Would you like that? Or do you want to see more?”
“I want to see,” I say, though I’m curious about punishment. I want to see. I want to experience punishment. I want it all.
Dimitri tours me through hell. There’s a huge wooden cross in the shape of an X. As we watch, a woman in red leather sashays towards it, leading two curvy subs on a leash. I tear my eyes away from them to a table where a naked redhead is strapped down and being worked over by two men. One is flogging her pussy. The other is dripping red wax over her breasts. As we watch, the man drops the small flogger and kneels. The table is the perfect height for his mouth to reach her sex.
“Master, please,” she cries. The man at her pussy doesn’t stop eating her. The man with the wax pauses to run a possessive hand over her breast. “Not yet, pet. Not until I say.”
A shudder runs through me. I curl into Dimitri, and he holds me close.
“Seen enough, little Gwen?” Dimitri’s arm is a steel band tightening around my waist.
No. I want more. The redhead’s cries reach my ears and I peek out. The man between her legs stands now, and slowly fucks her. Her head turns to the side and her mouth opens to accept her master’s cock.
Need flashes through me and my knees buckle. Dimitri reacts like he was waiting for this. He scoops me up, easily breaking into a stride. When I can face him again, we’re in a comfy chair in a quieter corner by the bar. There are a few murmurs over my head, and a server brings him an unopened bottle of water.
“Drink, little one,” he commands, and I do.
“What is this place?” I ask when I catch my breath.
“It’s a club. A place for deviants like me to give in to our perverse desires.” His tone is mocking.
“I think it’s wonderful.” I raise my head. I’m sitting in his lap, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Maybe it is. It certainly feels right. To our left, the couple sits a bit closer, their wine glasses empty and set aside. The man in the suit and his naked sub are gone. “I want to do it.”
“All of it?”
“Y-yes.” But there’s a wobble in my voice.
“My sweet innocent. Exploring this world can take a lifetime.”
“Really?”
“Really. There are more things in heaven or earth, Horatio. I can give you a taste—a starter course, if you will. That is, if you want to start tonight.”
I nod so eagerly, he laughs. “All right, my darling. Promise me you’ll let me know if you want to stop.”
He studies me for a moment, then straightens, his features hardening. “Stand up, Gwen. Closer. Yes.” He positions me in front of him. It feels weird to stand at attention in front of someone like this, but as his eyes roam over my face, my neck, my breasts and my hips, I feel his gaze like a touch. My toes curl in my uncomfortable heels.
“Turn around,” he orders. I face away. His hand touches the back of my thigh—under my dress—and I almost jump, reining it in at the last. He strokes my bare skin, up and down, up and down, his hand lingering at the back of my knee. Who knew my leg could be so sensitive?
He lets go and smooths my dress over my bottom.
“You’re a good girl, Gwen,” he soothes. “You’re doing well.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
A pause. “Call me Sir.”
“Sir. I think—” I stop and bite my lip.
“Yes?”
“I think I’ve been good too long. I think tonight, I want to be bad.”
His hand rubs my bottom like he’s petting me. “My darling Gwen, that is music to my ears. Now, hush. No more talking, unless you need me to stop.”
And he draws me over his lap.
Dimitri
Gwen follows my lead perfectly, balancing over my knees. Her head hangs down, her dark hair tumbling loose from the ribbon’s hold and brushing the floor. I tug out the bow and tuck the ribbon into my pocket as I consider the buffet of delights before me. Her long legs stretch out and her dress rides up, leaving her thighs deliciously bare. That’s where I rest my hand.
“You want to be bad tonight.” I stroke her softly, enjoying the little tremors running through her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“If you want to be bad, you must suffer the consequences,” I say with mock severity. “Good girls gone bad must be punished.”
A flare of arousal in her scent. Perfect.
All around us, couples and triads engage in kinky actions of their own. The air is thick with the scent of sex and desire. But we’re in our own little bubble, just the two of us, entwined in a perfect dance of dominance and submission.
I clap my hand down on her bottom, over her dress. A few spanks to warm her up. Then I draw up her dress and hiss at the sight. She’s wearing a thong. White, of course. The thin string disappears between her cheeks, leaving the fleshy globes bare. I explore her thoroughly, my cock impossibly hard.
She clenches her cheeks, well aware of what I’m seeing. The thong’s gusset is now see-through from her juices.
“You naughty, naughty girl,” I purr. My hand claps down on her right bottom cheek, hard enough to leave a pink print. Gwen makes a soft sighing sound. I spank her left cheek. Must keep things even.
I pick up the pace and swat her bottom, giving equal attention to her left and right cheeks. Her sit spots darken to a rare pink and I switch it up, catching my palm on the bottom part of her buttocks, enjoying the way they bounce. I beat a tattoo on four quadrants of her derriere—high right, high left, low right, low left. Everything, even my breathing, falls into a rhythm. I enter that rare air of dom space where I’m aware of Gwen’s every move, every quiver, every trembling breath and muscle twitch.
I stop when the canvas of her skin is a nice light pink. She marks so nicely. I run my hand over her glowing ass, enjoying the heat.
“You like this?” I find the string between her cheeks and tug on it lightly. Gwen whimpers. It’s music to my ears. “You naughty thing, are you enjoying your spanking?”
“Yes…” she warbles. I smack her bottom harder, a sharp, stinging flurry. She wriggles on my lap, massaging my cock. Sparks burst behind my eyes.
“Be still,” I order, and she obeys. “Now, I asked you a question. Are you enjoying your spanking? Answer properly.”
“Yes, Sir.” She sounds appropriately meek and chastised. I brush a finger over the gusset. She’s soaked.
“I can tell.” I chuckle. “My sweet pet.” I add a second finger and stroke between her labia, teasing the wet folds. After a while, she can’t stay still anymore. I tsk and punish her for disobeying. I spank her bottom and the tops of her legs, pausing to check her soaking slit after a minute.
“Let’s try again.” I run two fingers up and down her labia. I can feel her holding her breath. “You’re doing so well. But you must hold still,” I explain patiently. The tip of my finger finds her clit and circles it. Her bottom clenches.
“No, no, no.” I return to smacking her bottom hard enough to make it bounce. I squeeze her cheeks, roughly. The pink color is darkening nicely. When I touch her between her leg
s, she groans, going limp over my lap.
Spanking, then rest, and stoke the submissive’s arousal. Round after round; I could do this all night.
I tap a finger against her panties, right where they stretch over her clit, then it happens. Gwen tenses, her inner thighs quaking. A low moan escapes her. I stroke the side of her clit with light come-hither movements. I imagine her orgasm spreading, white hot pleasure obliterating all thought. Her limbs twitch, her muscles fluttering. How delicious it would be to be balls deep inside her. Her pussy would clench around my cock as she comes.
Step two: obtain consent and seduce her. Then comes step three.
“Good, good girl,” I soothe. I rub her bottom and smooth her dress back down. After a minute, I gather her in my arms and tip her up to sit on my lap, supporting her carefully. Her face is flushed from hanging upside down, but so is her chest.
“Did you enjoy your orgasm, pet?”
She nods. Her face is pink and her eyes wide. With her long hair mussed and falling around her face, she looks like a Disney princess woken from sleep—with an orgasm. I lift my hand to my mouth and lick her essence off my fingers. I do it slowly, giving her time to notice and understand what I’m doing. She flushes darker and looks down. So adorable.
“Did you enjoy your first taste of kink?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I stroke her tangled hair back from her face. “You did so well. You were lovely.”
“Thank you.” But she looks troubled. Her hand flutters to her chest. She bites her lip, looking young and achingly vulnerable.
“What’s wrong, Gwen?”
“I didn’t know it could be like this.”
I lean closer. I think I know what’s going on here. “Did Chad ever—”
“Never,” she answers before I can complete the question. “We never messed around like this.”
Warning bells go off in the back of my head. “What exactly did you and Chad do?”
She doesn’t answer for a long minute. When she does, she mumbles, “We just kissed a lot. I’d get excited, and he’d back off.”
“Oh, pet.” I rub her back, inwardly cursing myself. She’s completely inexperienced. Typically, someone I’d avoid. I should get rid of her as quickly as possible. And yet… I’m still entranced with her. The innocence is part of the appeal. The sweetness.
