Risk (BDSM Dominant submissive Romance): Everything to lose. Everything to gain.

by Mia Moore

  She was surprised by her own reaction to the lack of phone conversations this week. They'd only known each other less than a month, but she nevertheless yearned for the sound of his voice.

  She sat down and composed a reply:

  Good Evening Master Craig!

  Didn't get in till after 11:00! Couldn't get a cab after the reception, so OK, no phone.

  Yuk yuk re bocci ball! Your loss, buster!

  Okay, so you don't want to go to cultural events, but are OK with watching men play games with clubs. Anyone ever tell you that you have Neanderthal instincts?

  Don't worry about Brenda and me talking. Sure, she'll fill me in all about your buddy, don't worry; but seriously, what could I tell her about our sex life? Are you kidding? First of all, no one would believe me. Demure Jessica becoming a crazed subbie under Master Craig’s control. And second of all, I would have to censor it so much, that it would become too weird, not hot at all.

  Maybe we can chat on the phone tomorrow? I'm gone all of Wednesday, you see. I'm spending the day at the Russian School of Ballet, then a performance and won't be getting back home till late in the evening, if not early morning, and will probably be exhausted.

  TTFN Jessica

  The next morning Craig read Jessica's email after getting back from the marina.

  “Russia?” He grabbed the phone and dialed her cell.

  She picked up on the third ring. “Hello Craig!”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Right now? Talking to you. I'm fine Craig, thanks for asking.”

  “That's not what I mean.”

  “What, that I'm fine?”

  “Arrrrgh! NO! What the hell are you DOING?”

  “Craig, I don't have a clue what you mean!”

  “YOU'RE GOING TO RUSSIA? TOMORROW? Why didn't you mention this before? You're going to be so jet lagged, there's no way we can go out on Friday!”

  “I see.”

  “You see? You see? What the hell- and why didn't you mention this to me earlier? A trip to Russia's a big deal, you know! And why do they have to send YOU?”

  “Oh, don't think I could handle the assignment?”

  “No! I mean yes! Arrrgh! I mean- have you ever BEEN to Russia? It's a pain in the ass getting in and out!”

  “Hmmm… no, I've never been to Russia. In fact, my passport's expired- I got the new one ordered, but it won't be in for at least a week, now that you mention it.”

  “WHAT!? How the hell are you going to go to this ballet school?”

  “Guess I'll have to cab it.”

  “WHAT?”

  Jessica burst out laughing. “Oh Craig, you really are a Cultural Caveman! The Russian School of Ballet is a school located right here in the city!” She had to hold the phone away from her mouth she was laughing so hard.

  “What?”

  “Again with the what!” She started guffawing all over again. When she caught her breath, she explained that the school was in Toronto, a short cab ride from her office. She would be spending the day doing a tour, then interviewing the Director in the afternoon, followed by a dinner, performance, and a reception into the wee hours.

  “Oh. So no Russia trip.”

  “No.”

  “I see.”

  “I see you're pretty funny when you get worked up.”

  “Yeah.” Craig started snickering at the whole exchange. “It was pretty surreal for me too. And you played me like a five cent kazoo.”

  “Believe me, it was my pleasure,” she said sweetly.

  They chatted for a while, and then both had to get back to work.

  Hanging up, Craig shook his head, still chortling. Let the good times roll.

  ***

  Jessica shopped for her Paradox's outfit after work on Thursday. It was a little odd going into Adult stores. Sure she had been in sex shops before – to purchase gag gifts for bachelorette parties and of course every single woman’s staple, BOB- Battery Operated Boyfriend- but never to buy clothing. When she entered she glanced furtively around the shop. I hope to God I don’t run into anyone I know. The store had lots of gadgets and toys but seemed light in clothing. She skulked back out and walked down the street a few doors and spotted ‘Paradise’.

  Entering, she knew she would find just the right outfit there. The selection was huge and one of the staff, a woman in her fifties, Lisa was very helpful. She told Lisa that her guy liked corsets and bustiers. Lisa helped her pick some from the rack. She tried on a black bustier and skirt. Her breasts were pushed up and spilling almost out of the scant cup of the bustier. And the tight skirt was so short that she wondered how she would be able to move without showing Moon Over Miami. Lisa asked about the fit and she opened the door to show her.

  “Wow! Very hot! He’ll love it!”

  “Yeah, it’s nice but I think the skirt’s too short. And do you think I need a bigger cup in this bustier?”

  Lisa returned to the racks and brought a couple of more skirts and another bustier. When Jessica tried on the second bustier, she was satisfied that the girls wouldn’t be able to jump ship. One of the skirts Lisa brought her was slightly longer yet still form fitting and flattering. But not Northern Exposure.

  On her way to the cashier, there was a selection of adult toys on display. There were huge fat dildos, long slender ones, strap-ons, anal plugs, and Bumblebees. She hesitated. What was this Bumblebee thing all about? It was a flat bit of latex about the size of a dollar coin with a vibrator inside. It was designed to lie over a woman's crotch, secured by straps looped around the upper leg.

  The box description read ‘Imagine, giving her a thrill from across the room, at a crowded party, as you control the vibrator speed and intensity remotely.’ Oh my! THAT could be interesting. She paid for her outfits and left in search of the final item, the shoes.

  She entered a shoe store, tried on a few pairs of black stilettos and bought a pair with a five inch heel on a one inch platform.

  On her way home on the bus, she imagined Craig knocking on her door and her greeting him wearing this outfit. She’d have to be careful that Mrs. Vaughn wasn’t lurking about. The poor lady would have a heart attack. I can see it now. The police arriving and arresting me for involuntary manslaughter with my killer outfit. With the wrong victim! Smiling, she pictured the expression on Craig’s face – a mixture of arousal and surprise.

  Chapter 12

  At eight on Friday evening Jessica’s buzzer rang. She hurried as much as her heels would allow, letting Craig in. What is with me? I’m nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof. I haven’t seen him all week and here I am in this outfit, going to a SEX club!! Oh my God.

  Craig tapped softly at her door and she opened it, peeking out from behind, hiding her body. Her eyes widened in appreciation at how handsome he was. Standing in his dark sports coat, over a crew neck shirt and black leather pants, he was a vision in black. His beard gave him an almost sinister look. But it was softened by those deep brown eyes and crooked smile. Jessica’s knees turned to jelly.

  “Come in.” she whispered loudly.

  He stepped inside and she hurried to shut the door. She stood before him, with a self conscious, shy smile.

  “Wow. I’m tempted to just stay HERE. You look fabulous.” He stepped forward to fold her into his arms, kissing her long and passionately. There was a jolt of pleasure that shot through her.

  “You’re pretty hot stuff yourself Mr. Forsyth.” She murmured as she ran her lips over his cheek to his ear, nibbling the lobe gently. His hands roamed over her naked back above the bustier and then lower over her waist, hugging her tightly against him. If there was much more of this she knew she’d have to sit down. He was making her so hot.

  “Would you like a glass of wine before we go? I’m on my third glass of liquid courage.” She offered.

  ‘Sure. I’ll join you. I hate to see you drink alone; especially since it’s my fault you need a drink. And just for the record, if you’re having second thoughts, we can bail right n
ow. Stay here and play Scrabble.”

  “What’s a three letter word for what I want?” She joked, heading to the fridge for the wine.

  “Hmm…I can think of some four letter ones. Three eh?”

  “And this is why I cream you in scrabble. How about fun? Sex? Wow?” She handed him his wine.

  “A toast. To a walk on the wild side at Paradox's.” He raised his glass.

  “As long as it’s just walking.” She answered, gently clinking her glass to his, smiling. They stood in the kitchen, sipping the wine.

  “I have something for you.” He smiled mischievously, reached into his pocket and withdrew a red velvet pouch.

  She took it from him and reached inside.

  “Oh my God! It’s the Bumblebee!” She explained to Craig that she had seen it in one of the boutiques during her shopping trip. “It got my attention and I pictured us using it!” She looked at him quizzically, “How did you know?”

  “I guess great minds think alike?” He nodded to the bathroom, “Go try it on.”

  She took the Bumblebee to the bathroom, removed her panties and slipped her legs into the straps. She placed the silicone vibrator 'just so', and adjusted the straps to ensure it stayed in place. The Bumblebee began to vibrate first slowly and then quickly. Craig!

  She walked slowly back to the living room enjoying the sensation. She looked at him and purred. “I like it!”

  He turned the switch off. “From the look on your face, I can tell. Okay. Now or never. You ready?”

  She took a deep breath. “Promise me you’ll stay be my side all night.”

  “Just like glue. I promise.”

  She got her long overcoat to conceal herself. This outfit’s definitely not ready for prime time.

  Craig held it for her and they left her apartment.

  Fifteen minutes later they pulled up to a stately brick and limestone mansion. Jessica stepped from the car. There was a black, wrought iron fencing around the property. Her eyes were drawn to the brightly lit building and she tilted her head back, peering up the height of the three story building. On each side of the main section was a side building at right angles. Light glowed from the many ornate, leaded glass windows. Craig took her arm and escorted her up the wide stone steps to a set of double doors inlaid with beveled stained glass.

  The door was opened by a man in a tuxedo. “Good evening Mr. Forsyth. Welcome to Paradox's. How are you?”

  “Good Evening, Major, I've been well, thank you.” Craig handed him a small admittance card.

  Turning to Jessica, the Major said. “May I take your coat Madam? We have a selection of masks, if you wish to wear one.”

  A pretty woman, wearing a low cut, short, navy blue uniform, appeared. She held a silver tray containing an assortment of masks - some were plain, just dark eye coverings, others were feathered and bejeweled, glittery, some birdlike with prominent beaks, others white and ghostlike.

  “Thanks Major, we will.” Craig replied.

  He selected a dark mask for himself and a glittering green one for her.

  She smiled at him as she slipped the mask over her head, grateful for the anonymity, but wishing it were slightly larger to cover more of her face.

  “Please follow me” the Major said.

  Music and laughter drifted from the large ballroom he led them to. Crystal chandeliers hung from a high domed ceiling, flooding ribbons of warm, golden light into the room. Columns, edged in gold gilt arched up from each corner. Waiters in tuxedos carrying glasses of champagne on silver trays, circulated among the thirty or forty guests already there. She looked about the room at the people while Craig took two glasses of champagne from a waiter who appeared before them.

  There was a portly man wearing a dark suit and eagle mask. Beside him, stood a raven haired woman, her eyes concealed behind a feathered mask. She wore a low cut bustier, a black leather thong with thigh high stockings and stiletto boots to her knees. Around her neck was a leather collar, from which a chain dangled. Jessica’s eyes were wide with surprise behind her mask. The woman was gazing down at the floor while the man’s hand held the end of the chain.

  Whoa. A collar? And I’m guessing that it isn’t to keep her from running out into traffic. A collar! Craig never said anything about that.

  She sipped her wine and continued scanning the room. To her left, stood a statuesque woman, in a cat mask, dark hair pulled into a high, tight ponytail. The curves of her body reflected the light, bouncing off the tight slickness of her vinyl body suit. She wore impossibly high heels. Kneeling, next to her leg on his hands and knees, was a man wearing a mask, similar to a dog’s snout. He panted, rubbed up against the woman, licking her leg. The woman stroked his head and he licked at her fingers. The ‘dog man’ wore only a small pair of bikini briefs with the leather studded collar around his neck.

  “Craig, what’s with all of the dog collars and chains?” She leaned close to him, whispering.

  “It’s common for a sub to wear a collar. Actually it’s a sign of affection, and part of the claiming process. Subs can be hurt, offended, if the master doesn’t collar them. It also helps get them into the head space.”

  The sound of a hard slap, to her right, caught her attention. A tall imposing man, in his early forties, was raising his hand to once again deliver a stinging swat to his lady’s bare bottom. His submissive was an attractive, mulatto woman in a black lace gown. She held the gown’s skirt up around her waist, thrusting out her bare bottom for her Dom’s hand. She looked at Jessica and smiled.

  Jessica was agog. What a beautiful woman! The handsome Dom turned to look at her and Craig; peering almost behind their masks. His face lit up in a smile of recognition.

  “Craig! How are you?” The Dom and his lady approached Craig and her. “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you here. Who’s your lady? May I speak to her?”

  Craig smiled in return and introduced her. “Kevin, Annik, this is Jessica. This is Jessica’s first night at Paradox’s.” She shook hands with them.

  “No collar? She IS a sub, right?” Kevin directed his question at Craig.

  “We're just beginning, Kevin, and-”

  “Craig is training me in D/s. I must be almost house-trained. No collar. He’s confident I won’t run away. I can’t. He drove and I need a ride home.” She interrupted, smiling at Kevin and Annik.

  Kevin smiled at Jessica before saying to Craig “Sam huh?”

  “Oh yeah.”

  “Nothing wrong with that! I like Sams! They lighten things up!” Kevin’s partner, Annik commented.

  “What’s with the Sam? That’s the third time I’ve heard that term.” This must be some kind of private joke.

  Craig turned to her and smiled. “Smart Ass Masochist.”

  She looked at Craig. “Okay. Maybe the smart ass. Although I’m not sure I’m all that masochistic. You and Kevin aren’t wearing masks, Annik. Are the masks more a newbie thing?”

  “In a way maybe. We’ve been here lots of times and are comfortable with the level of privacy. For your first time, a mask is a good thing. The anonymity often is liberating.”

  “Yeah, I'm working on that- a liberated libertine.” Both women chuckled.

  “Jessica, would you please get me another glass of champagne from that waiter across the room.” Craig asked.

  Jessica glanced at him with a question in her eyes. Is this part of the D/s thing? I serve him? Oh well, I could use a drink and I’ll be able to check out some more people; not your Mother’s usual cocktail party!

  She walked away, excusing herself as she edged by people chatting. People were openly appraising her and smiling invitingly, both men and women. There was a mix of costumes and age ranges in the crowd. Some were in their twenties and some were in their seventies. This was surprising. She had thought that the people would all be in their thirties and forties.

  Suddenly the Bumblebee began to buzz under her panties, causing her to stagger a bit. Craig!

  Recovering, she
approached the waiter and the buzzing ceased. She wasn't going to give him the benefit of her looking around. So there!

  She got the two glasses of champagne and returned to his side. She looked at Kevin and Annik, admiring Kevin’s rugged good looks, grey streaked hair and solid athletic body. Annik’s skin was an olive shade complimenting her, dark, almond shaped eyes. She had full red lips and Katherine Hepburn cheekbones. Her dark hair hung in ringlets over her shoulders and the black, demi-bra barely contained her breasts.

  Smiling, Annik looked at her and softly asked, “What do you think of Paradox’s so far, Jessica?”

  “This is a whole other world for me; I didn't even know it existed! It's not what I expected a sex club to be at all! To be honest, I expected it to be more on the sleazy side. I had some preconceived notions and they've been blown away.”

  Annik nodded, smiling, “Yes, Paradox's does that to most first time guests.”

  She looked around the room, the décor, lighting, and furnishings. “This is elegant. I’m surprised at the age range and the sense of decorum. When I walked across the room to get our drinks nobody groped or made a pass at me. They just seemed friendly and relaxed, having a good time. Kind of like a cocktail party, but without the clothes.”

  “And there’s not the gossipy thing happening here. No wives worrying about their husbands getting drunk and making a pass at someone. Here, it would more than likely be the woman making a pass.” Annik grinned.

  “Yeah. I caught more women checking me out than guys. I didn’t know how to react. Should I smile, say 'Hi, what’s your sign, come here often baby?” She laughed, trying to cover her nervousness.

  “Well, what is your sign? I know you don’t come here often.”Annik smiled.

  Her eyes opened wide. Was Annik hitting on her? When Annik laughed, she was relieved and laughed too.

  Craig and Kevin had been listening to Annik and Jessica’s conversation. “Would you and Annik care to join us at dinner?” Craig asked.

  “Sure. That'd be great! I'll set it up with The Major.” Kevin and Annik left, looking for the Maître’d.

  Craig put his arm around her and kissed her lips softly.