“Fuck.” Liam shifted on the seat. “Okay, okay. I’ll get a handle on it.”
Braun inclined his head. “Thank you.” The air crackled at his back and, slowly, he turned to look at the walkway. Tension seeped from his shoulders when he spotted Bodie hiding by the door, and he clocked her time as having ten seconds to spare.
Cutting it close, yes, but there’d be no reason to punish her.
“Gentlemen,” he murmured, silencing the conversation around him, “I’d appreciate it if you all kept civil tongues in your heads. We have an easily startled filly in our midst.”
Liam rose. “Opening time awaits.”
The conversation restarted as Liam walked away, not quite as rowdy as before, and Braun tuned back in with one ear. He expected the Masters to behave themselves, at least until Bodie got used to them and their raunchy ways.
Movement to his right dragged his gaze in that direction. Bodie rounded the pit on bare feet, heading for the three short steps set into the edge nearest the stage. Head down, eyes averted, she watched where she placed her feet as though giant cracks might open up in the ground and swallow her whole.
Bare feet branched up into smoothly shaven calves, pretty knees, and onwards to shapely thighs. He’d agreed she could wear something to protect her modesty—for now—but he got the feeling she wasn’t thrilled with the rust-colored lace thong and matching half-cut bra he’d chosen for her.
Tough luck. The color gave her skin an even paler cast, which he hadn’t taken into account, but the cut of the lingerie definitely accentuated her slight curves. That particular issue would be dealt with over the coming weeks.
The lace covering her pussy provided little protection; the shadow of her trimmed pubic hair was visible, as was the outline of her labia.
A thin ribbon of lace hugged her hip bones, easily snapped by hand when he was ready.
From the flare of her hips came a narrow waist, cute indent for a navel, up to her ribcage and the swell of her breasts showcased in that damn bra. A lovely handful for his big hands. Again, the lace disguised nothing. Dusky pink areolas peeked temptingly through the material.
The girl had strong shoulders and a graceful neck, he noted. Both would look good with his hands on them, and he already had a training collar picked out for her. Tagged with his name so none of the club members could touch her...without permission.
Bodie stopped a few feet in front of him, hands locked together over her pussy, and trembled like a leaf in a stiff wind.
Without a sound, aware his friends were growing quiet, Braun twirled his finger in the air and waited for her to obey. Bless her heart, she did, turning slowly until her back was to him. The set of her shoulders and the harsh tensing of her muscles told him she was beyond uncomfortable.
Her ass, bisected perfectly by the thong, was priceless.
“Good girl, little one. Come to me now.”
She completed her turn elegantly and stepped carefully to his right-hand side. Hesitantly, she lowered herself to her knees beside his legs, spine ramrod straight, head down, with her ass perched on her heels.
“Remember how I asked your hands to be?” he murmured in gentle reminder, pleased when she reluctantly laid them palms-up on her thighs. “That’s it, clever girl. I’m very proud of you, Bodie.”
The only response she gave him was a shiver. They’d work on vocal acknowledgement when she wasn’t shit-scared and blinded by crazy thoughts.
“So,” Braun addressed the remaining Masters as though he didn’t have a near-naked woman kneeling by his feet, “are any of you playing tonight?”
“I’m scoping the field,” Atticus said with a shrug. “Matthew offered to cover the security desk for me tonight as he can’t do it on Wednesday. Gives me some free time I wasn’t expecting so I haven’t arranged anything.”
Jasper rubbed his chin. “Tiffany wants a scene later. Asked me to break out the martinets. That girl can take a goddamn lashing and beg for more when I’m done.” He grinned, winked at Braun. “Might want to steer clear of barn three at around eleven.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“Liam and I have a date with Marley,” Loki said, elbowing Atticus in the ribs. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind a third Master joining in if you wanted. We’d just need to renegotiate the scene beforehand.”
Bodie’s head flew up so fast Braun was surprised he didn’t hear vertebrae cracking. He studied her face, observing the range of emotions she couldn’t hide, then—satisfied she wasn’t going to keel over from the idea of one woman servicing three virile men—went back to ignoring her.
Atticus grimaced. “Marley’s a nice girl, but she squeals like a stuck pig when she comes. The first time’s not so bad, I can deal with that. But when she’s coming three, four times on my cock, the noise ruins my own orgasm.”
“That’s what a decent ball gag is for, Atticus.”
The big guy shook his head. “Trust me, not even duct tape can silence Marley at the peak. I think it emanates from her chest more than her mouth, God bless her.”
Braun chimed in with the conversation here and there, keeping one eye on the flow of regular Saturday night members streaming into the room and the other on Bodie. Saturdays were always busy and tonight appeared to be no exception. It served his purpose—Bodie had to get used to being among the members, interacting with other Doms and submissives.
Her social skills in general were sadly lacking.
Half an hour into opening, the seating pit was almost full. The Masters moved closer together to allow friends to join them, and the atmosphere was alive with sexual tension.
Bodie was not the only subbie kneeling at her Dom’s feet, but she was the only one shaking with nerves. He hadn’t missed her inching nearer, her knees shuffling on the pit’s plush carpet, as more people arrived. Her side was now wedged against his leg, her hand gripping just above his ankle as though he might stand up and leave her to the wolves.
Discussions in the circle ranged from discipling errant and mischievous subs with creative yet effective methods to political issues, the upcoming football season, and back to favorite positions for deeper penetration.
Braun rested his hand on Bodie’s nape, gripped it firmly. She stiffened under his hand, resisting his control, then surrendered and laid her cheek on his thigh. He squeezed her lightly in reward, then offered his opinion on the sale of several ranches in the area that had been snapped up by developers.
“I’m not worried,” he told the Dom who’d raised the problem. “Avalon is financially secure. Security is tight and I’ll endeavor to keep it that way. If necessary, if the developers begin encroaching on the club’s privacy, I have first refusal on the fifty acres of land surrounding us. The idea of creating Avalon out here away from the city was to make confidentiality a priority. I intend to maintain that level of privacy.”
“And if whoever promised you first refusal reneges? Sells to the developers for a higher price instead?”
Braun chuckled darkly. “Well then, me and my father are going to go a round or two. The land belongs to the company he and I own jointly; it’s all written in a contract, so don’t concern yourself with that, Rob. Besides, that kind of expansion could take fifteen, twenty years based on my calculations of current developments and expansions. We could all be vanilla by then.”
Laughter rang out, not the first time tonight, and Braun basked in the camaraderie radiating throughout the room. Couples and trios were beginning to split off the main pack gathered around the pit and the bar, disappearing down the walkway into the play areas beyond.
Gently, he stroked his fingertips along the exposed side of his subbie’s neck. Leaning forward, he murmured, “This is good, Bodie. You’re doing very well. Just try to relax a bit more for me, okay? When you’re ready, we’ll take a walk. Let that busy brain of yours have a rest.”
She surprised him earlier by filling in her limits list more thoughtfully. She’d paid more attention to the activities on th
e paper and answered according to her physical reactions to his explanations. As a result, he now had something to work on.
She just had to let the nerves go first.
It took another twenty minutes of petting and stroking before she began to squirm. He was familiar with the way she fidgeted and grinned to himself. Hurdle number one tackled.
Five more minutes passed, his amusement growing along with Bodie’s wiggling, before he heard her whisper, “Yellow.”
“I’m sorry, little one, I didn’t quite catch that.”
Jaw clenched, she lifted her head, blue eyes alive with exactly what he’d wanted to see—need in its purest form. “Yellow, Sir.”
“Who’s my clever girl?” Braun stood and offered his hand to her. She took it after a second’s hesitation and let him draw her shakily onto unsteady feet. She didn’t want to relinquish her grip on him as a few eyes glanced their way. “Follow me, little one. Don’t get lost in the crowd.”
She hissed quietly as the blood rushed back into her feet; an unpleasant sensation, he knew, which was why he led her carefully, slowly, from the pit and toward the walkway. “We’re going to your office?” she asked hopefully.
“Not tonight, Bodie. Tonight, we’re going to play in barn two where I can close the curtains if I desire and we can still be part of the scene.” He offered her no negotiation. “There are rules in here, for everyone’s safety. The monitor on duty this evening is Travis. He’s not a Master but he’s a skilled and experienced Dominant.”
He felt her fingers slip into his waistband but didn’t admonish her. Making sure she felt safe, letting her experience the second barn without fear, was his goal for tonight. The scene he had in mind could be classed as tame; he didn’t give a shit.
They strolled steadily down the walkway, Bodie shooting his office a wistful look he didn’t miss as they passed, before she began to lag behind. Steps turned into shuffles, and she drew back from him as they approached the heavy swing doors into barn two. “Stay with me, little one.”
He pushed through the doors, all but dragging his wide-eyed subbie behind him. “Welcome to Avalon, Bodie.”
Her sharp intake of breath was lost in the snap of a flogger connecting with flesh. She winced, bravely steeled herself, and sidled up to hide behind him. “This...this is all consensual?”
Braun tried to see everything as a novice would for the first time. Through her eyes. Submissives—male and female alike—were strapped down, tied up, suspended from rigging, and shackled to giant wooden X’s. The spanking horses were popular tonight, several bare bottoms upturned awaiting the next kiss of their Dominant's lash.
The air was alive with screams and whimpers, thuds of wood on flesh, the savagely beautiful crack, snap, and pop of floggers and short-tailed whips. It reeked of sexual tension and anticipation, a heady combination of sex, sin, and sanctuary.
“Like we did earlier, every subbie you see here signed the same forms, completed their limits list. Consent is established from the very start.” Braun pried her fingers from their death grip on his pants, lifted them to his mouth and kissed each one. “Some of them are in committed relationships with their Doms, others are unattached and simply come here to play with whoever is available.”
“Like Atticus and Loki?”
Braun cleared his throat. “Little one, what did I say about showing respect in Avalon?”
Her shoulders sagged. “Respect must be shown to Dominants and Masters at all times.”
“Mmm-hmmm. And that includes?”
“Addressing and referring to the Masters with their titles and calling Dominants Sir or their preferred honorific. Oh,” she exclaimed quietly as the lightbulb switched on in her head, “I’m sorry...Sir. I should have said, like Masters Atticus and Loki.”
She’d grasped the concept, Braun thought with a smile, but the execution required work. They’d get there eventually, especially if she continued to show a willingness to learn quickly. “Very good, little one. Keep that in mind in future, yes? Now,” he murmured, releasing her hand. He noticed how she reached for him again, then drew her hand back and protected it between her breasts. “How do you feel about sexual contact, Bodie?”
He guided her through the barn with only the lightest touch at the base of her spine to the play area he’d reserved and prepped that afternoon. He required perfection for tonight, for her, and everything had to run smoothly. It had taken him almost two hours to think through the scene and provide equipment for every possible thing that could go wrong.
“Sexual contact as in...”
“Fingers and mouth, little one. I’m not sure you’re ready for my cock just yet.” But when she was, his cock was more than ready to claim her.
“On me?”
“On you. In you.” They almost bumped into a Dominant leading his crawling submissive with a collar and leash. Braun and the other Dom exchanged a pleasant, “Excuse me,” while the sub barked happily and wriggled her butt in excitement.
Bodie’s eyes were as round as saucers when they followed the wagging white puppy tail back to its origins. “Is that...she has a...oh fuck, hell no.”
She jumped and yelped when Braun’s palm cracked down on her ass as reprimand, then took a step away. Her resistance was adorable as he tugged her back to his side and anchored her firmly in place with his arm around her waist.
“Boadicea, this is Jonas and his sub, Melody. They’ve been members for a few years now and Melody enjoys pet play, as you can see by her very cute tail.” Melody yapped in response, was quickly hushed by her Dom. “I hope that plug’s seated deep, Jonas; the way her ass is wiggling, she’s liable to wag it free.”
Although shorter than Braun, Jonas was still an imposing figure. Boxer’s build, dark hair, eyes bordering on black. His stringent attitude toward his sub made him the perfect owner for her playful puppy. They’d been married for almost a year. “Not likely, not after last time she expelled the damn thing. Learned our lesson, didn’t we, DeeDee?” he crooned to his wife, then stroked her head when she rubbed against his legs. He gave Braun a wicked grin that had Bodie shuddering against his side. “Found my pup a tail with an inflatable plug. The air pipe runs along the inside of the tail and the fur conceals the valve.”
Impressed, Braun answered the grin with one of his own, and this time Bodie tried to slip through his arm. “Inflatable, huh? That might be good for an anal virgin.”
“My pup loves hers,” Jonas replied. “You’re welcome to take a look at it later on if you’re interested. I don’t allow others to handle it, even after it’s been thoroughly cleaned, but I’d be happy to demonstrate how it works.”
His own subbie was about to have a coronary, Braun thought as she clawed his arm. “Thanks, Jonas, but I think I get the gist. Have a good night, both of you.” He waited until Jonas strode away with his puppy at heel before he turned Bodie into him, pinning her head to his chest with a light hand until she stopped fighting him.
“I don’t want—”
Oh, it was clear what she didn’t want. Unfortunately for her, she was now in his possession and... “Which box did you check next to anal play and anal sex on the limits list, little one?”
She tipped her head back, eyes blank. “I-I don’t remember.”
Luckily, he did. “Both are down as soft limits, Bodie. Which means I can test just how opposed you are to experiencing them, and hopefully show you how incredibly good they can feel. Do you recall me explaining hard and soft limits?”
Bodie nodded, but she didn’t seem thrilled.
“Until we return to the social area, I have to insist you vocalize your answers, Bodie. Your voice tells me what I need to know, more than the words.” He kissed her forehead, her nose, and finished with a long, slow melding of lips that forced a groan from his lungs. “Fuck me, this mouth is lethal, little one.”
She whimpered. “Yellow.”
Okay then, showtime. Gripping her hand in his, Braun pulled her along quickly to the corner space h
e’d reserved. A track rail ran from the left wall to a post and cut over to the right wall. Both curtains were pulled shut, signifying the space was taken, forming a square area big enough for them to play in comfortably. Normally he would pull the curtains back fully to allow for full, unobstructed viewing, but tonight he only shoved each one a few feet, maintaining a small amount of privacy.
She followed him into the play area like a child, those blue eyes of hers full of trepidation as she gaped at the equipment.
Braun’s initial thought had been to use the custom-made pivotal Saint Andrew’s Cross across the room. He liked the idea of being able to tease her standing up and laying down if he so wished, but he was opposed to restraining at her this point. The incident with her mother might have left her with an aversion to being tied down—something she’d hesitantly denied when he asked her earlier.
With that in mind, he’d decided on the medical play table. Liam had been kind enough to give him a hand carrying the spare one from storage.
The stirrups were folded neatly beneath the table itself, out of sight, and he’d set the head end to reclining for now. The best benefit of this equipment was that Bodie could watch what he did to her...and he could see what effect he was having on that curious brain.
“Doing okay, little one?”
“I...yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Strip off your underwear and sit right here.” He thumped his palm down on the cool black leather before turning to wheel a metal table into position. The implements he’d gathered earlier were lined up on the top shelf. A brand-new subbie blanket—timber wolf gray, plush velvet on one side and faux fur on the other—was folded neatly underneath.
Braun was pleased to see Bodie’s ass perched exactly where he’d requested. Tiny tremors rippled over her skin. “No one’s going to hurt you, Bodie. You’re safe here with me.” He skimmed his palm down her back. “What color are you now?”
“Um...orange?” she whispered, twisting her fingers together in her lap.
“Let’s see what I can do to get you to green.” Braun tugged gently on her hair, admiring the plait she’d formed from the silky strands. “You didn’t give me an answer when I asked how you feel about sexual contact, little one. I’d like you to give me one now.”
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