Safeword Interrupted (The Cattail Club Book 1)

by Trace, Dakota

  “So what it is? Are you having second doubts?” He pulled her back against his hard chest. “I know you don’t think you’re ready for this, but I do.”

  She sighed and relaxed against him, trusting him to hold her weight. “You just want to show off your newest sub, Sir.”

  He gave her another squeeze. “Damn straight. I’m proud to call you mine, Bethany. Going to the club will only cement your place in my life. The other members won’t look down at you – in fact, the other Dominants will respect you even more.”

  She turned her head to look up at him. In the shadows of the doorway, his gaze seemed shuttered, but she sought out his assurance anyways. “Because it takes a strong woman to submit?”

  He brushed his lips over hers. “Exactly. No matter what happens tonight, I want you to always remember that – you are so tenacious and determined you can do anything.”

  “I will.” She promised, but couldn’t help but tease him. “No matter how rough it gets.”

  He chuckled. “It almost sounds like you want it to get rough.”

  She batted her eyelashes at him. “Now, I wouldn’t say that….”

  “Come on, imp. Let’s go…” He gave her a gentle nudge toward the door. “…before I’m tempted to stay here and christen the bar.”

  * * * *

  Driving down the graveled road toward the Cattail Club, Deacon kept glancing at his sub out of the corner of his eye. Luckily, he knew this route like the back of his hand – as many times as he’d travelled it. Other than some washed out ruts from the last storm, nothing on this trek had changed in the past ten years since his first trip. And much like the first time, his cock was a steel rod in his pants.

  And this time has nothing to do with unknown pleasures I would find. This time it’s all about her.

  He knew Bethany thought he was rushing, but under that uncertainty she wore like a cloak, he could tell she needed more than the time spent at his house. She needed the BDSM community to recognize her role in his life.

  Too bad that that specific need scares the shit out of her.

  Keeping his grip loose on the wheel, he finally broke the silence. “Do you remember the rules, Bethany?”

  She bit her lower lip, then sighed. “Yes, Sir. Once we enter the club, I become your exclusive property. I will stay at your left, two steps behind, unless you place me in front of you. Everything I do reflects upon you as a Dom, which is why I am not to meet any of the other Dominant’s gazes, unless directed to do so.” She shifted against the leather seat. “I am to obey instantly and without question.”

  “Very good. And the last thing?” The club’s rules for claimed submissives may have seemed harsh to the untrained, but they were for the protection of the sub. Too many dominants took a direct gaze as a challenge to master the sub in question. A harsh reality, but an honest one. By adhering to the rules, it cut down on the fights between the Doms. However, he didn’t want her to forget the real reason behind their trip.

  Her lips quirked up. “I’m to enjoy myself – immerse myself in the pure pleasure of submission – as my master says.”

  He almost laughed at the way she threw his words back at him. More than anything he wanted to see her lost in her need to submit – to please. In Puerto Rico, her submission had been beautiful, but almost dreamlike with its intensity because of the time limitations of their short vacation. However, he now wanted the reality of experiencing it with his friends present when she gave over to him. While he wasn’t yet at the point he’d be comfortable physically sharing Bethany, he had a feeling their presence would only push his sweet little sub higher. “That’s right. I need you to submit to me – completely. It’s been too long since we’ve done this.”

  She nodded. “It’s been a long six weeks – with everything that happened from your uncle’s heart attack and your mom’s cancer scare.”

  He sighed. He didn’t want to think about the stress of his mother’s very recent bout with Stage 1 breast cancer, or the fact his uncle had proved how mortal he really was when he’d collapsed at his store due to a blocked artery. Right now he needed to focus. Tonight was all about Bethany’s sweet submission. “It has been, but I don’t want to talk about LeRoy or my mother right now. I need to forget for a little while and just enjoy your body.” He rubbed his fingers over the top of her leg, then turned his attention back to the road – their turnoff was coming up. “Just remember when we get to the club, you’re to remove your shoes, skirt, and top. I want you in nothing but that sexy thong. Understand?”

  Her breath came fast – her braless nipples pebbled against the thin cotton of her shirt. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.” He navigated the sharp right turn, then pulled into a huge pasture next to the massive white barn that housed the Cattail Club. Choosing a spot a bit further from the barn for a little extra privacy, he shifted the SUV into park, then unbuckled his seatbelt to settle comfortably against his door. He stared at her, loving how every inch of her was his. With her blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail, her collar was a stark contrast to the honeyed hues of her skin. The sight of it not only drew him, but made him harder than hell. “Before we go in, I need to make sure this is what you want.”

  “Sir?” She looked up at him, confusion in her expressive eyes.

  “Spread your thighs.” He kept his tone firm, almost cold – noting that it had its usual effect on her. All he had to do was speak as if his blood wasn’t boiling with lust – that he was in total control of both himself and her - and the sweet submissive side of his lover appeared.

  She gave a soft moan, obeying his command – but not fully. After unbuckling her seatbelt, she drew her skirt up to mid-thigh and parted her knees about six inches – then stopped, her gaze daring him to object. That little bit of defiance would have made him smile if he knew she wasn’t watching him from under those hooded eyes. At times, it seemed as if Bethany wanted him to force her obedience. Nothing brutal as rape, but just enough roughness to get her hot.

  “Wider. I want to see how wet my pussy is.”

  A soft whimper teased his ears, before she shifted a bit more. Still not enough for him to see her sex, but enough to glimpse the damp flesh of her inner thighs while sending the heady scent of her desire into the close confines of the vehicle. No doubt about it, his little sub was aroused – to the point her juices had eased past the damp confines of her thong. Whether it was due to the anal plug he’d used on her earlier or the immediate situation – it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she was dripping for him.

  He made a sound of impatience, and pulled on her knee, while using his other hand to shove her skirt higher. “I said wider.”

  Her fingers curled against her thighs. Her breath grew raspier as she struggled to withstand her own desires. She wanted to submit – but at the same time draw it out.

  “That’s one, sub.” He pressed a bit harder, loving the way gooseflesh rose on her flesh at his touch.

  “One what, Sir?” Her legs shifted further apart.

  “Trip to the spanking bench.” He nodded toward the backseat. “I have a flogger back there with your name on it, Bethany.”

  Her eyes fluttered shut, and another whimper escaped her. “Really? You’re going to flog me in front of your friends?”

  “If you don’t do as I say, I’m going to do more than warm your ass in front of my friends.” He leaned closer, close enough his lips almost touched hers. “After turning your ass cherry red, I’ll pull that plug out and ass fuck you until you’re begging to come.”

  “Shit….” Her legs fell all the way open and her chest heaved. “I…”

  Whatever she’d been about to say turned into a groan, as he took advantage of her splayed legs to cup her wet pussy. Giving it a good squeeze, he grinned as her eyes flew open. “You’re definitely ready for your first adventure inside the Cattail Club.”

  Her white teeth scored her lower lip. “Or hot at the idea of being disciplined again.” She took a deep bre
ath. “It’s been so long since I’ve felt the lash against my skin.”

  He cupped her cheek with his free hand. He knew the past few weeks had been hard on her. While most of the town had accepted the fact that they were dating, they had both retained their separate homes. Then she’d come down with a nasty case of the flu. She’d no sooner gotten over her bug, when his mom’s breast cancer had reoccurred, and LeRoy had had a minor heart attack at work. She’d been a real trooper – going to the first sessions of chemo with Deborah while he ran roughshod over his uncle to convince the man he needed to change everything from his eating habits to exercising. He could never thank her enough for putting his family’s needs before her own. “Agreed. It’s been entirely too long since I’ve watched your ass redden.”

  He gave her pussy one last squeeze, before pulling his hand free of her thighs. “In fact, I think that will be the first item on the agenda tonight.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  With her stomach in her throat, Bethany followed her master into the misleading building that housed the Cattail Club. From the outside, it looked innocent – one of the many barns that dotted the Iowa countryside. Inside, however, instead of hay, stalls and a loft, was a well-appointed BDSM club. Instead of stalls for horses or pigs, there were roped-off demonstration areas. She could see an empty sex swing in one area, while another boasted the possibilities of a St. Andrews cross, while yet another had a bondage bed complete with stirrups. As she followed Deacon further into the dark recesses of the barn, the unease in her stomach warred with her desire. Without thinking, she pressed her hand to her stomach.

  “Evening, Master Deacon.” A familiar voice registered at the same time she caught sight of a bound woman riding…was that a Sybian machine? She could only imagine the power of the machine between her own thighs – the thick dildo fucking her until she was screaming to come while Deacon handled the controls. Her already primed body hummed with lust. Would Sir place her on that? She clenched her thighs together, more than aware of the fact she wore only the skimpy thong and nothing else.

  “See something that catches you eye, little one?” Deacon questioned her softly.

  She wet her lips, then nodded to the vibrating machine. “I never thought I’d ever see one of those in real life, Sir.”

  Deacon looked to where the sub was begging her master to let her come, her chest already flushing with her imminent release. Then he turned that all knowing gaze back to her. “Hmmm, perhaps next time I’ll have to reserve some special play time for you. I’m sure the other Doms would love to watch you ride it.”

  Her breath grew faster at the idea. Would he really expose her for all his friends? Make her come in front of them? She nearly sank to her knees under the unrelenting force of her desire. Her Sir suddenly invaded her personal space, closing the short distance between them.

  “Hold it back.” As usual, Deacon seemed to know when she was on the cusp of coming and was just as determined as always to control said release. “You haven’t earned your pleasure yet.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She shoved at the desire, trying to bury it under an avalanche of bookkeeping figures. So far, it had been the only way she’d found to stave off her need for release. Even thoughts of how pleased Deacon would be that she controlled herself were counterproductive. In fact, they would send her over the edge even faster.

  “Good girl.” He brushed his fingers over her cheek. “You’ll be rewarded for your self-control – after I see to your punishment.” He eased back, then led her to the back of the barn.

  She kept her gaze adverted from the people, but still managed to sneak covert looks around her as they passed several spanking benches, a set of stocks, and various other furniture she had no idea what erotic uses they were designed for. If it weren’t for the fact she trusted Deacon with everything, she might have been scared. She had to remind herself that her Dom would never break her trust - or push her past her hard limits.

  “Here we are, Master Deacon. Mistress Annie made sure that your favorite horse would be available for your submissive’s introduction to the Cattail Club.”

  “Thank you, Master Timothy.”

  At Deacon’s gratitude toward his fellow Dom, Bethany finally placed the voice from earlier. Her cheeks pinkened. Just her luck, Deacon would plan her first visit for the exact same time their bartender happened to be there. It made her wonder if Mistress Annie was someone she knew. Living in a small town, where most everyone knew everybody else, she could only think of two ‘Annies’ – with one being only twelve, that left their local librarian. Unease pooled in her stomach at the thought of shy Annie Levitson actually being a Domme. While not a close friend, the librarian was normally a person that Bethany saw at least once a week when she visited their local library.

  Through the fan of her lashes, she scanned the surrounding area and prayed that she wouldn’t see the diminutive woman who more than once had checked her out. Relief surged through her. Maybe she’d just have to deal with Tim being the only witness to her submission. And despite her unease, fresh desire consumed her sex. She needed Deacon’s touch. It had been too long.

  “Straddle the horse, little one. I want you face down with that ass in the air.” Deacon’s voice broke through her conflicting thoughts. Her head jerked up in surprise, and she focused on the padded saw horse/bench in front of her. Dark leather, accented by silver rivets, it seemed almost innocent in its construction, if one discounted the heavy-duty rings attached to each leg. Each was positioned at the perfect height to aid in restraining a sub.

  She rubbed her suddenly damp palms on her thighs. “Yes, Sir.”

  * * * *

  Deacon waited impatiently for Bethany to obey, reminding himself not to push. She approached the padded sawhorse with hesitant steps. He couldn’t wait to see her straddling the bench, with an arm and leg on either side and bound to it. He would make certain the leads on the arm restraints were shortened to the proper length, to keep her tipped forward with that delightful ass high in the air.

  He crossed his arms over his chest as she awkwardly flung a leg over the horse and used the small footrests on either side to balance her weight. She fumbled a bit before grabbing at the horse, her balance off kilter.

  “Sir?”

  The uncertainty in her tone, as she struggled with how to actually do as he asked, drove him crazy. She was trying - even though she wasn’t entirely sure how to accomplish his request. “Yes, little one.”

  Her fingers dug into the leather. “I need…can you help me, Sir?”

  His heart melted in her timid request. It was the first time she openly acknowledged her need for him in public. “With what?”

  Her cheeks reddened again. “I want to do as you have ordered, but I’m scared I’m gonna fall on my face, Sir…”

  Moving to the horse, he held out one hand, allowing her to balance herself against his arm. She gave him a grateful smile and quickly arranged her body in the position he requested. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “You’re welcome.” He crouched down next to where her cheek rested on the black leather. “What is your safeword?”

  She gave a soft sigh before the word passed her lips. “Red, Sir.”

  He nodded as he began securing her arms to the horse. “You will use it if this becomes too much. Or yellow if you need me to ease off.”

  “Of course, Sir.” Her breath came faster. It seemed his little sub was getting off on the idea of being bound in public.

  After checking the tightness of the wrist restraints, he moved to her legs. “Straighten them, little one. I want your ass in the air, but don’t lock your knees.”

  She obeyed, and it was all he could do to keep from groaning. The beautiful swell of her bottom had both his palms itching. Whether it was for the kiss of the flogger or the calloused touch of his hand, her ass begged to be used – and use it he would. But in a way, he was sure his little Bethany would never expect. He had a surprise for her. The little black remote in his pocket assured
him of that.

  It took less than a minute to secure both of her ankles, then he shoved a u-shaped wedge under her stomach – to help her keep her ass in the air. Eventually he would test her control by flogging her without it, but for now it would keep her ass where he wanted it while keeping her wet little pussy from rubbing against the leather. She got off when he said, not before.

  “Damn, if that isn’t hot.” Tim rested his shoulder against one of the support beams, taking in Deacon’s handiwork. “You think she’ll fly?”

  “Like an eagle.” Deacon assured his friend and protégé. “She loves the kiss of leather against her skin, and having you pervs watch will send her even higher. Just watch.”

  Then Deacon retrieved the flogger he’d used on Bethany in Puerto Rico. After a few warm up swings, he approached the bench. “What level are you at, little one?”

  “Green, Sir.” Her voice was clear and concise.

  “Good. But before we can get to playing, I believe I have a punishment to dole out. Why are you being punished, Bethany?”

  “Because I disobeyed a direct order, Sir.” She turned her head to look at him. “You asked me to show you my pussy - and I refused.”

  Deacon arched a brow at her. “You did something worse than refuse, didn’t you?”

  Her gaze darted from him to Tim and then back. “Yes, Sir.”

  He nodded. “Tell Master Tim what you did.”

  She bit her lip, but kept her eyes on him as she explained. “I teased you, Sir. Opening my thighs just enough to get you hot and bothered, but not enough to show you what you wanted.”

  “And why did you do that?” Tim asked softly. “Especially when you know how strict your master is?”

  She looked away from Deacon to focus on Tim, her cheeks bright red.

  “Answer him, Bethany.” Deacon was curious himself. “Or risk the punishment being twice as bad.”

  Her eyes darted back to him. “Because he shoved an anal plug up my ass.”

  “Then you’re going to hate this.” Deacon reached into his pocket and flipped on the remote to the plug.