by Karen Nappa
After twenty minutes of soaking and reading, the water had cooled off and Suzie reluctantly put down the book she had been engrossed in. Although younger than she was, Suzie could relate to the heroine. After pulling the plug, she stood up, pulled on her bathrobe, and stepped out of the tub. After brushing her teeth and cleaning her face, she was almost dry by the time she finished. She rubbed down her still wet legs and feet, hung her wet towel over the rack and the bathrobe on the peg and went into her bedroom. Her skin didn't ask much, but she sloshed on the lotion with lavender scent, for the comfort and peace it gave her. She pulled on panties and an old t-shirt of Richard's. It was soft from wearing and see-through in several places. She had kept several of his old t-shirts and flannel shirts for her own use.
Suzie turned down the light and nestled in her bed. Her mind wandered off, and she turned over onto her belly. Her hand slipped into her panties and honed in on her clit. She was familiar with her own body and knew what she liked and how she liked it. She pinched her clit between forefinger and thumb, pushed back the hood and exposed the nub to her touch, rubbing ferociously. Her legs tightened, muscles taut, and her breathing became irregular. She kept up a punishing rhythm, until her heart almost beat out of her chest and her upper legs involuntarily clamped together over her rubbing hand. Suzie lay panting for a few moments and turned over to her left side. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought, I had an orgasm. I don't need pain.
Chapter 2
T hings were winding down at Club Indigo, with most of the attendees already gone. James and Laura occupied the main floor. He had placed a spanking bench in the center and Laura was shackled to it. He had warmed her up with a flogger and a vibrator. Kate sat at her usual spot at the bar. Captain Connor stood leaning against the counter next to her, and Chris was standing on her other side, his focus on the scene before them. What had him so entranced by the scene? Granted, Laura was a lovely woman, and the love and power exchange between James and his collared sub was beautiful. Still, Chris looked almost engaged in the scene. Kate mentally kicked herself. She was too focused on the man and needed a diversion. "Done any interesting scenes tonight?" she inquired lightly, turning to Connor.
"Nae," he said. "Can't find a person to suit me. Not a lot of masochists in the club anymore."
Kate nodded. She'd thought about that often. The balance was a bit off, and a lot of members didn't scene as often as they wanted to, from the lack of suitable partners. There were a couple of unattached female submissives and one male, but none of them were truly masochists. Of course, most subs could handle a bit of pain and there was the discipline that kept them on their toes. "Nobody to punish today?" she inquired with twinkling eyes and a smirk.
Captain Connor scowled. His glare had most submissives running and masochists begging, but Kate wasn't fazed by it. Besides, it wasn't focused on her; he was displeased with the lack of play partners and she could relate to that. Unless—her train of thought was interrupted by a movement to her other side and she noticed Chris peeling away from the counter. What?
Chris sauntered over to the scene and bent over Laura. "Are you sure about this, sweetheart?" His normal playful demeanor was gone and he had a serious expression on his face. Laura tried to glance over at James, but Chris took her face in his hands and pulled her attention back to him. "I'll ask him the same later, but first, I'm interested in you. Do you want this, Laura?" A hint of steel crept into his voice.
"Yes, Sir."
Chris smiled and kissed her on the forehead, "You please and honor me, sweetheart."
He raised to his feet and addressed James, "How about you?"
Chris looked at his best friend. He knew James understood his concerns. If something went wrong, it could ruin a lot more than just the scene. James said, "Don't worry, buddy. We've been over this again and again. Let's do it." He tossed Chris a condom from the bowl on the nearest side table. Chris grinned and opened his jeans with a casual pull on his waistband. James petted and stroked Laura's back and fondled her buttocks while leaning over her.
"Hold on to this, honey." James placed a squeaky toy in her hand. "With him in your mouth, you won't be able to safeword."
Chris stepped in front of Laura and ordered, "Open." She opened her mouth, then her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned. Chris looked up, and James was positioned behind her and had penetrated her. Right! He tapped the tip of his sheathed dick to her lips and her eyes opened. She was so open and beautiful in that moment. Chris understood the appeal she held for his friend and felt a small twinge of longing. He didn't move.
"Sir," Laura inquired with a small voice. Oh, hell, he hoped he hadn't zoned out for long. Had he? He smiled fondly at her and nodded. This moment was for her, but it wouldn't mean less enjoyment for him. He slowly inserted his dick into her mouth and threw back his head at the first feeling of her hot mouth around him. Chris kept his hand at the base of his cock. This way, he could control how deep he was going. He loved to deep throat, but he didn't want to overwhelm Laura. After a few slow and measured pumps from his hips, he made eye contact with James. James knew his submissive through and through, and Chris would take pointers from him about how she was doing, rather than trying to figure it out on his own.
James mouthed, "Breasts."
Chris smiled widely. Yes, please. Laura's sizable breasts were dangling down. Chris bent over her to fondle them. Although his position was a bit awkward, he enjoyed the feel of the soft rounded globes in his hand. As James had told him, her breasts were very sensitive. She moaned around his cock, sending pleasurable waves that went up to his spine. He continued his ministrations, while James prepared the waiting vibrator. Laura was too engrossed with the sensations to notice.
"Ready?" Chris looked over to James. His friend's face mirrored his own, he guessed, with lust filled, hooded eyes and mouth in a firm line of concentration and devotion. James nodded again while gripping Laura's hips. Chris reluctantly let go of her breasts and straightened. James started to hammer into her. Chris timed his thrusts with him, still taking care not to go too deep. His balls drew up and he gritted out, "Now."
James stilled his movements, let go of Laura's hips and switched on the vibrator. He pressed the buzzing head to her entrance and wiggled around. Chris moved his hips a couple of times more as he spilled his seed into the condom. Laura kept licking and sucking as he came down from his orgasm. As soon as the moans from Laura changed to a higher pitch, Chris grinned as he pulled back. James embedded his shaft fully into Laura's convulsing channel as she screamed her release. He leaned in on her and used the hand without the vibrator to fondle her breasts. Laura bucked against the restraints, the sensations overloading her system.
Chris had discarded the condom in the discreetly placed bin and turned back to give Laura a long and deep kiss. He smiled into her drooping eyes. "You're not done, sweetheart." He went down on one knee and took the nipple of her neglected breast into his mouth. He took over the vibrator from James. James was still behind Laura and fully inside her. While Chris busied himself with the vibrator and alternated between Laura's breasts, James hammered into her from behind. His face and neck muscles were visibly strained as he held back his orgasm. When Chris pushed the vibrator harder against Laura's swollen clit and she screamed another orgasm, James roared his own release. He and Laura slumped over the bench as Chris made quick work of the restraints. He kept stealing sideways glances at his best friend and the woman in his arms. Laura had been sweet and giving. He didn't begrudge James his happiness, far from it—he wanted something like that for himself. His eyes wandered away from the couple deep in aftercare and found a particular redhead with perfect posture. Not happening. Deliberately, Chris returned his attention to Laura and James. After the scene, James had gathered Laura into his arms and had settled them on the red sofa near the scening area. Chris caught James' eye and he gave a tiny nod. Some people might have missed it, but Chris knew. He sauntered over. He might not have a woman of his own, but he would partic
ipate in aftercare tonight.
Kate and Captain Connor had sanitized and cleared away the spanking bench, while James and Chris took care of Laura. When they had finished, the five of them were sitting in the lounge area beside the main floor, waiting to either be kicked out or put on clean-up duty. Music was still playing in the background. Connor grinned as he recognized Sucker for Pain by Imagine Dragons. The song wasn't written with BDSM in mind, but the chorus was apt, in his opinion. Laura looked radiant after their scene, but her reactions were still a bit sluggish. She was bundled up in a warm and soft blanket, her butt planted on James' lap and her feet in Chris' lap. "Did you know Suzie and I did a scene last week?" Kate asked Laura and James.
James answered, "She told Laura. I believe she's considering a profile on Fetlife."
Kate nodded. "I'm convinced she's a submissive masochist. Sadly, she isn't interested in women. But there are a couple of sadists that would fit nicely with her. I enjoyed our scene, and I think Connor would enjoy her, too." She looked over to the stoic Scotsman.
"Aye," he said. "She's appealing, and I'd love to explore her craving for pain. Tell her she can look for me the next time she visits the club." Laura stirred at his remark. James smiled down at her and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
"Craving for pain? I don't know about that." Laura looked dubious. "Are you sure, Kate? I know she enjoyed your scene, but how much can she take? She was quite upset by faint cuff marks on me when I first started seeing James. I can't imagine her submitting to a cane or a whip."
Connor grinned, and his fierce and stubborn face transformed to ruggedly handsome. "We'll ease her in, lass. Don't worry."
James kissed his sub on the creases that had formed on her forehead and she relaxed. Connor watched Laura with James and Chris. She and her sister weren't very much alike. Where Laura was tall, with a beautiful hourglass figure, Suzie had a more angular build. Even their coloring was different, with Laura being much fairer than her sister. Only their hair color was the same—although Suzie had a short hairstyle, and Laura had shoulder length hair. They looked different, and Laura wasn't much into pain. Suzie, on the other hand, seemed to crave both dominance and pain. He was itching to give her pain until she was squirming with lust and then fucking her in complete submission.
A week later, Suzie prepared for a visit to the Club Indigo. She had talked about it with Kate, and the Domme would meet her at the entrance. She drove the children to her father and Mary's house, where they would spend the night.
"Granddad! Miss Mary!" Abby exclaimed as she bolted out of the vehicle. Tim followed more slowly, but he had a big smile on his face, and his eyes shown with love for both his sister and his grandfather.
Dan and Mary got up from the porch swing to greet Suzie and the children. Mary bent down to engulf Abby in a hug, and Dan swung his arm around Tim's shoulders.
"Hi, guys," Dan said. "Are you ready for your first sleepover in my new house? It's new to me, at least. Mary's lived here since she was about your age, Abby."
"Really?" Abby exclaimed. "Was the house new then?"
"Not quite, dear," Mary answered. "I think the house was about thirty years old when we moved in." Mary's house was a weathered bungalow. The paint on the porch was chipped in places, and the color was more gray than the blue it might once have been.
As Tim came up on the porch, he asked, "Granddad, how come you moved in here instead of Miss Mary moving in with you, like Aunt Laura and Uncle James?"
"Miss Mary has a lot more room in her house than I did in my apartment, Tim. Plus, there's a nice backyard where we can have a garden next summer. She also has half the basement waiting for all my trains. I was hoping you and Abby might be interested in helping me unpack them and start setting them up?"
Both children nodded. "Can we start right now, Granddad?" Abby asked.
"You might want to wait on getting started with the trains, Abby," Mary said. "I've got cookies fresh from the oven waiting for you. Suzie, are you in a hurry to get going, or do you have a minute to come in?"
Suzie let Mary talk her into coming in for a few minutes. Inside, she could see the care Mary had taken to keep the house in good shape on her tight budget. The house was so much brighter than her father's old apartment. Everything was cozy and neat, although the couch was threadbare. A coat of paint would brighten the place up quite a bit. She hoped Dan and Mary would let them help.
"Suzie, I didn't get a chance to thank you for all your help in moving Dan in here last month," Mary said.
"It was our pleasure. With James, Chris, and their trucks, it took hardly any time at all. I didn't realize how little you wanted to move, Dad, besides all those boxes of train equipment, of course. I feel like I hardly helped at all."
"Aside from my recliner, the furniture I had wasn't worth keeping. I wasn't attached to much else there. I was glad Goodwill was willing to come and pick up the rest of the stuff."
Once in the kitchen, Mary poured glasses of milk for Tim and Abby and put a plate of chocolate chip cookies between them. "Would you like some, too, dear?" she asked Suzie.
"No, thank you, Mary. I really have to get going." She turned to the children. "Tim, Abby, I expect you to behave for Grandad and Miss Mary."
"Yes, Mom," Tim said with all of the enthusiasm of a jaded twelve-year-old. Abby promised, too, and with that, Suzie left them to their cookies, milk, and trains.
Chapter 3
S uzie's gaze wandered around the place. Club Indigo was busy, but most of the people were together, either engaged in a scene or talking. Suzie didn't feel comfortable breaking into a conversation. She smoothed down imaginary wrinkles in the black dress she had changed into upon her arrival. Chris hadn't shown up. She didn't know if he would be here. If he was, would she want to see him? If she scened with him, would he expect sex? Kate was one of the Dungeon Monitors tonight. The Domme told her she would be on duty until 10:00 pm. It wasn't even nine o'clock. Why had she come? She sighed. Right, she had made the decision to explore this strange, new world, so she would walk around and have a look. She was here and had paid the fee. She'd better make it worthwhile and satisfy some of her curiosity. Kate had told her she was under her protection. She could wander around and not be bothered by any other Dom(me)s. She also knew that if she interfered with the scenes, she would be punished. She wasn't sure if she feared punishment or she wanted to experience it. But her 'good girl' nature was in charge tonight and she would behave.
Suzie took a fortifying breath and started climbing up the stairs to the second-floor theme rooms. She almost jumped out of her skin when the third step creaked and then realized how silly she was being. The first room she came to had a realistic looking gynecologist's chair with a lucky sub having a full body exam by a delicious doctor. She pressed her hands to her warm cheeks. She remembered a scene from one of the books Laura had loaned her about a new submissive and not one, but two Doms in a similar setting. She peeked around. Luckily, nobody had seen her reaction.
She hurried over to the next room. A man who looked like Mel Gibson in Braveheart , with loose long hair and a kilt, stood over a padded table. In the corner of the room, a gorgeous African American man with a goatee sat on a comfortable office chair at a small desk. Wow, Mel Gibson and Shemar Moore in one room? They were completely focused on the person on the table. Suzie followed his gaze and saw an older man tied to it. He was covered in—what, exactly? She squinted her eyes to get a better look. Suzie saw a flickering of light and heard the bound man hiss. Was the Highlander, as she mentally named him, dripping hot candle wax on him? Her thoughts went back to when she had been eight or so. Her mother was still alive and they had made these little Christmas arrangements. Suzie had played with one of the burning candles once she was alone. She had dipped her finger in the wax, fascinated how the wax would sting, cool down and become hard around her finger.
While Suzie had been lost in her memory, the young man had risen from his chair and was leading the buck-naked guy o
ut of the room. He was covered in a stunning pattern of wax in different colors and sported a large erection. She tore her gaze away in embarrassment and her eyes wandered back into the room. The Highlander was wiping down the table. He had an impressive display of muscles. Suzie was mesmerized.
"I know you're there, missy." His voice startled her, and she jumped. He slowly turned and she stared into a strong masculine face. Forget Mel Gibson , she thought. "Hi," she replied and lifted one hand limply. When he didn't react, she let her hand drop.
A slow smile appeared on his face and he crooked his finger. She obeyed and stepped into the room. His hands encircled her waist as soon as she was close enough. They were so big, there was maybe an inch of space between the tips of his fingers at her back. He swung her around and placed her on the table. She let out a startled, "oomph," as her butt landed on the table.
His smile widened. "Laura's sister." His Scottish accent was pronounced as he asked, "What brings ye back to the club?"
Suzie swallowed hard. "Er, I, um." She pulled herself together and said, "I was curious and want to find out more about BDSM."
He nodded thoughtfully. "I saw you with Kate on the night of the collaring. Are ye gay?"
She was taken aback. "That's a bit blunt, don't you think?"
He chuckled. "No reason for beating around the bush, missy. You're in a private sex club."
She arched an eyebrow. "BDSM club," she corrected.
He looked about to smile for an instant, then his serious expression was back. He inclined his head. "Yes, BDSM Club, but the members do have sex as well." She nodded. "Well?" he asked.
