by Eileen Green
He wasn’t surprised that electricity shot between the two. Her gasp and widened eyes indicated she had felt the connection also which pleased him greatly. He released her hand with great trepidation, regretting the loss immediately, letting him know with no uncertainty that she was the woman he had waited for, just as Gerard was the man for him.
Eliza introduced the others to Thomas, one by one, so he could shake hands with them. The other woman in the group appeared to be in her mid-thirties, and she tried to flirt with Thomas, but he turned his attention back to Carrie. She held his attention and had a hold on his heart.
“Well, it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope the club meets all your needs, and desires. I’m sure I’ll be seeing some of you in the future.” Thomas picked up Carrie’s hand again, caressed it, and then released it as he spoke, for he did need to get back to his job. Alex, and everyone else depended on him. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to work.”
As Eliza began to move around the room, stopping at each section to explain in what capacity they were used, Thomas couldn’t keep his eyes off Carrie. She was exquisite, and she would be perfect for him and Gerard. It was good that the relationship between him and Gerard was new. That way they could bring Carrie in at the beginning.
After a scan of the room in his usual fashion of monitoring, his gaze slid back to Carrie. The group had stopped to the side of the gyno scene space which was on a corner so two sides were open to voyeurs instead of one. Carrie was standing at the front of the group and was watching intently as Jackson, the assistant manager, and his woman, Abigail, were standing on each side of the examination table. Tinker, their partner, was strapped down to the table with his legs in the stirrups spreading him wide open.
Tinker wore a cage over his dick which had been put on while he was soft, most likely because he had done something wrong. Jackson had asked to use the space for some discipline for the man. If Tinker became aroused, he would be in a lot of pain as the metal entrapped in his normal position.
Abigail was dressed in a cute naughty nurse dress which was ridiculously short. It showed off her ass whenever she bent over, and she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her breasts were exposed also. She had had a baby three months ago, and her breasts were bigger from the nursing she was still doing.
Thomas slid his gaze over to Carrie. Her breasts were large from what he could tell, and he could only imagine what they would look like without her clothes on. Would her nipples be large like silver dollars?
Geez, idiot! You’re going to embarrass yourself with your hard-on!
He looked up slightly and their eyes met. Hers became wider as if she realized he had been watching her, and he could tell her breath hitched. She gave him a small smile as her eyes lowered for a moment before she looked back at the scene before her. She apparently was a voyeur. Hopefully she liked to be watched also. Thomas couldn’t wait to learn all about the woman.
* * * *
Carrie couldn’t believe she was standing in a BDSM club, watching a scene with a totally naked man strapped to a gynecologist’s table except for a wicked-looking contraption on his cock. This was so beyond her normal, but she was thoroughly entranced by the entire atmosphere, and intrigued by the dungeon monitor.
She could feel his eyes on her as she tried to concentrate on what was happening before her. The one man who was dressed like a doctor held up a large bulbous object which Carrie knew was a butt plug from her online studies into the lifestyle, although this one was bigger than any she had seen. The nurse, with her cute outfit that showed off her huge tits and nice ass, was drizzling lube onto the plug. When it seemed lubed enough to the man holding it, he snickered at the man on the table and began to push the plug into his asshole.
Thinking about how it must hurt, Carrie’s ass cheeks squeezed together involuntarily. She had been on pins and needles since she had entered the large room, a bit overwhelmed with all that was going on around her. The aroma of leather, wood, perspiration, and sex permeated the air while sounds of pain and pleasure abounded. And the feeling of being watched by that sex-on-a-stick dungeon monitor had her body tingling all over.
She kept her hair hanging down over her breasts so no one could see her hardened nipples through her dress. Her damp panties were a concern for she certainly didn’t want any wet spots on her dress to appear. She was so out of her element here.
Her thoughts briefly went to the guard. She was still perplexed on why he left so abruptly, but it had something to do with the dungeon monitor. Had he been afraid of the man? Was the dungeon monitor a hard man to deal with, or perhaps abusive to his partner? Carrie had to wonder.
Trying to ignore her feelings along with the ever-watchful eyes of the monitor, she watched the scene before her. Flogging was next on the list for the man on the table as his cock strained in its cage. The man who was administering the whipping was telling the man how he had been bad by putting himself in a precarious situation which should have caused the other man to be crying out in pain. However, the other man was writhing on the table, smiling up at his partners.
Carrie was able to observe a ménage relationship and the closeness of its members. Even in his punishment, the man looked at the other man and woman reverently, love abounding between the three of them. She had to wonder if she could possibly even have anything like this trio.
* * * *
For the second time in six months, Gerard thought he was going to lose his job, this time because he jumped to conclusions and took off while on the clock.
Shane Owens, his boss, had called to the front desk and asked that Gerard meet him in the small dining area inside the main room. Thomas had promised to speak with Shane when they had arrived back at the club about what happened, but what if Thomas wasn’t able to convince Shane that it wouldn’t happen again?
Anton, another guard that had been switched from the security monitor room, was now sitting in Gerard’s seat, causing Gerard’s worries to spike. With trepidation coursing through his body, Gerard slowly made his way into the main room of the club. Letting the door close behind him, he slid his gaze around the room and zeroed in on Thomas. The man was talking to the mystery lady from the lobby earlier, and Gerard felt his cock growing in his slacks.
The woman had a beautiful ass. Her dress was pulled tighter to outline her luscious curves, making Gerard want to grab hold of those glorious globes and take a bite or sink his dick between them.
As if the man could feel eyes on him, Thomas looked directly at Gerard. A smile lit up Thomas’s face as he said something to the lady, causing her to turn her head. Her eyes met Gerard’s as a blush stole across her face and her lips twitched in an attempt not to smile.
Gerard felt discombobulated as the duo looked at him, and as much as he wanted to join them, he knew he needed to address the other reason for his anxiety.
He couldn’t help the tight smile that formed on his lips, but as much as he wanted to stand and stare at his man, and hopefully woman, he turned and made his way over to where Shane sat.
Several tall tables sat around the dining area with barstools along with a couple regular height ones. Shane sat at a tall one tucked in a corner. Apparently, he didn’t want their conversation to be overheard, and Gerard probably didn’t either.
It seemed like the longest walk to where the boss sat even though it really wasn’t. As he made the trek, he wondered if he got fired, would he still be able to play at the Tiger’s Lair, or would his membership be revoked? If he couldn’t come here anymore, Thomas would most definitely drop Gerard because of his job status.
Get a grip! Don’t let Shane see you fall apart!
Once at the table, Gerard took a seat across from Shane. Over the few years he had worked for the man, Gerard had never been able to read his boss. Shane sat there stone faced for a few moments, looking at his cell phone before he acknowledged Gerard.
Shane owned Owens’s Rocky Mountain Security and provided security for the club, so he was ab
le to have his phone while inside the club so he could keep in contact with the guards and with other aspects of his business.
When Shane finally looked at Gerard, Gerard couldn’t judge what the man was thinking, which made him even more nervous.
“Gerard, I understand you took off earlier because you made an assumption about a situation.” Shane cocked a brow as if he was challenging Gerard to respond. Gerard felt it best to let the man have his say. “You know what they say about assuming, don’t you?”
A question. Keep it simple. “Yes, Sir.”
There was a moment of silence, as if Shane was studying Gerard. Shane continued. “Relationships can be difficult, especially when they are in the ‘getting to know each other’ stage. You never know where you stand. Do they really like me? Are they just using me until something better comes along? Why is he looking at that other person? Do they like them?”
He hit that one on the head.
“What’s the most important rule about BDSM, Gerard?” Shane asked as he tapped his fingers on the table.
Gerard cleared his throat. “Communication, Sir.”
“And yet you decided not to communicate with Thomas in the lobby earlier.” Gerard felt his stomach twist into knots as Shane spoke. “Relationships are like BDSM. Communication is key to any relationship. I think you’ve seen enough ménages around here to know that no one involved in one can be jealous. If we were, that would mean we aren’t true to each other.”
“But what if you don’t know the other person wants a ménage? We haven’t known each other long enough to discuss those things. I panicked when I saw him checking out that woman.” Gerard realized he was making excuses, which were valid, but they wouldn’t fly with Shane any more than they would with Thomas. He should have asked questions first. “I’m sorry, Sir. I shouldn’t have spoken back to you.”
Remorse filled Gerard even though he was certain it wouldn’t help the situation.
Shane sighed. “Gerard, when people enter into a new relationship, there is an uncertainty for everyone. If we don’t ask questions, we’ll never learn. It’s better to ask than assume, and believe me, I have learned that the hard way with my partners. I have been in the doghouse a few times myself. Like I said, communication. If you want me to beat it into your head, I can,” Shane said with a chuckle. “You know, at the gym.”
A gym had been set up at the office, and there was one in the basement of the club. For him, and several other guards that worked at the Tiger’s Lair, they had their pick of where to work out. Gerard chose the club because it was closer to where he lived.
Gerard had heard from some of the other guys that Shane could spar. He didn’t think that going up against his boss was a good thing. But then again, perhaps he could pick up some pointers.
“I’ll think about it, Sir.”
Shane laughed again. “All I’m doing is offering you some advice. What you do with it is up to you. However, Thomas wants you to know up front that he will not tolerate you sabotaging the relationship. He has requested a disciplinary scene towards the end of the evening. Will you accept his punishment?”
Okay…but wait!
“Does this mean I’m not getting fired?” Gerard asked, hope blossoming in his chest.
“You’re one of my best guards, Gerard, but I will not put up with you walking out again. Understood?”
Relief flooded Gerard as the breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding whooshed from his lungs. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now, what about Thomas?” Shane asked
“I accept.” What else could Gerard say? He didn’t want to lose Thomas.
“Good. I’ll let him know.” Shane stood. “Now, you’re off for the rest of the evening. Go spend time with your man, and by the looks of it, woman. And, don’t call me Sir. It’s Shane.”
“Thank you, Si…I mean, Shane.”
Standing also, Gerard shook hands with Shane before his boss made his way towards the lobby. Looking around, Gerard spotted Thomas on the stage where he normally stood while working. The man was scanning the room when his and Gerard’s gazes met. Gerard gave a slight nod, and Thomas nodded back. It was in that moment that Gerard fully entered into a ménage relationship, and he was going to do everything he could to make sure it was a success.
Chapter Five
The crack of a whip sounded through the air, sending chills across Carrie’s skin. Her body was so aroused, she felt as if she might come just by watching some of the scenes going on in the club. Even though she was a virgin, she had experimented with a clitoral stimulator before and had climaxed.
After watching several scenes before going back to the classroom, Carrie felt oddly at home at the Tiger’s Lair. She threw herself into the lesson from a male teacher who spoke more about rules of BDSM.
Safe, sane, and consensual were only the beginning. Communication, honesty, trust, and respect, which were key in any relationship. The only thing different really pertained to what each person was wanting out of their life, and what they wanted from each other.
He briefly spoke about contracts, but that would be in a longer lesson further on in class for those who knew they were serious about the lifestyle.
By the end of the evening, the remaining students had been filled with plenty of information that they would need to process before the next class, and if they were wanting to partake in this lifestyle.
Carrie knew what she wanted, but she was overwhelmed. Thomas, the dungeon monitor, had asked her to stay after class let out, and now, she was standing in front of a scene space where Thomas was standing with a whip in his hand. The red-headed guard from earlier was strapped to what they called a Saint Andrew’s cross, naked, his back to the crowd that had gathered. This was Carrie’s first lesson. Communication.
Gerard, Thomas had informed her of the man’s name, had made an assumption, and that’s why he had taken off while she was in the lobby. In all actuality, she was the reason Gerard had done so, and guilt filled her as she felt she was the reason he was up there.
Thomas had explained that she wasn’t to blame, that Gerard had let his feelings lead his decision. Everyone has the ability to act correctly, and when it comes to a Dom and a sub, the Dom needs to lead the sub to understand their actions and to correct their errors.
Carrie was surprised when Thomas also expressed his and Gerard’s interest in her. She wasn’t pretty enough for men like Gerard and Thomas, and when she tried to inform Thomas of this, his facial features indicated she not say any more. Now, as she watched red whelps develop on Gerard’s back and glorious rounded ass, she knew not to repeat her feelings towards Thomas.
She was aware of a woman coming to stand next to her as she watched the scene. Turning, she found it was Mistress Eliza, who smiled knowingly at her. A bit unnerved, Carrie returned her gaze upon the scene before her, which continued for another five or ten minutes until Gerard sagged in his bondage.
Thomas and another dungeon monitor removed Gerard from the Saint Andrew’s cross and walked him down to a group of couches in a corner. Carrie followed them to where curtains had been pulled back to open to the seating area, but it looked like they could be closed for privacy. Baskets of blankets sat under the end tables, and bottles of water stood on the tables.
Sitting, Thomas helped Gerard to lie out on the couch, so his head rested on Thomas’s lap. Thomas looked at Carrie and nodded his head as if to request she go to him. Unsure of what to do for she hadn’t processed what he had told her earlier, she looked around. Mistress Eliza was next to her again.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” the Domme asked her. “Didn’t Thomas talk to you?”
Whoa! She knows what Thomas said to me? Who all knows?
After a quick look around, Carrie realized that nearly everyone in the room knew that Thomas was interested in her. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. She hadn’t come to the Tiger’s Lair looking for someone to play with, but it would have been inevitable that she find someone. Wasn’t th
at the reason for coming to a club?
Remembering there was a question on the table, she replied, “He did. But I thought he was joking.”
“Why do you think that?” Mistress Eliza asked, her brows furrowing.
Distressing the woman was something Carrie didn’t wish or intend to do. She was the reason Carrie was here, and Mistress Eliza had expressed an interest in Carrie’s experience and education here.
“Look at him,” Carrie practically shouted before becoming embarrassed and lowering her voice. “He’s gorgeous. Gerard is too. I-I’m not. I’m plain. Why would he…they want to be with someone like me?”
Shaking her platinum blonde head, Mistress Eliza looked sad. “Do you own a mirror, sweetheart?” she asked.
Cocking her head to the side in confusion, Carrie didn’t know where the woman was going with her question. Mistress Eliza must have read her body language for she went on. “You are a beautiful woman, Carrie. I don’t understand how you can’t see that, but you are, and those men see it. Everyone around here sees it. That is why they are interested, silly.”
“I don’t see what you see,” Carrie said as she looked back at Thomas.
She couldn’t deny she was interested in him and Gerard. Both were handsome, but they also spoke to her body. Right now, her breasts were heavy, and her nipples were hard. She could feel her pussy quivering just from Thomas’s glare. Was this something she wanted to explore? But, most importantly, did she have time for two men in her life?
“How can you say that?” Mistress Eliza asked quietly. “You’re beautiful. I find you wildly attractive, but I know you aren’t into women. One of those men got jealous because of you. Doesn’t that tell you something?”
“Listen to the lady,” another woman behind Carrie whispered. “She knows what she’s talking about.”
Carrie turned to look at the woman who spoke and found herself face-to-face with a beautiful woman with short coal-black hair, but the ends were magenta. She appeared to be in her forties, and she was naked except for a leather collar around her neck and a leash that was attached to it. A tall muscular man with light brown hair highlighted with blond tips was holding the end of the lady’s leash. He smiled at Carrie and nodded his agreement with the conversation.
