Melt My Heart

by Marie Tuhart

  “See you around,” he said to Logan as he made his way to Lexi.

  Her fingers clutched the glass in her hand like a lifeline. She smiled and greeted others, but her face was strained.

  Was he the right Dom for her? Yes, he was. He wasn’t going to doubt himself. They’d come a long way in the last two weeks. He couldn’t see himself with anyone else but her. With determined strides, he crossed the room and slid onto the stool next to her. She turned, and her mouth dropped open.

  “Hi, sweet Lexi.” He brushed his lips over hers. Damn she looked so sexy and delicious in the outfit he’d bought for her. The sheerness of the fabric outlined her nipples, and the short skirt showed off her long, gorgeous legs.

  “Gabriel... Sir.” Her eyes widened as she took in the outfit he was wearing. He barely stopped a grin from crossing his face. He’d surprised her. Good. Instead of his normal black leather pants, he wore cotton pants the same red color as her top and thong.

  “Evening, Sir Gabriel,” said the female bartender who was also one of the club’s submissives.

  “Jackie,” Gabriel acknowledged. “I’ll have sparkling water with lime, please.” Then he looked at Lexi’s empty glass. “Another?”

  “No, thank you. I’m good.”

  Gabriel nodded, and Jackie went off to get his drink. Logan never served alcohol unless it was a private party and even then everyone was limited to two. And Gabriel agreed with him. Alcohol and BDSM didn’t go together. One needed to have their wits about them in order to be safe and sane.

  After Jackie delivered his water, he grabbed one of the smaller stools and slid it in front of him, his knees coming on either side of it. “Come sit here, sweetheart.” He patted the wooden seat.

  Lexi slid off her stool and his mouth went dry. Her breasts swayed in the halter top. But the short skirt barely covered the essentials, and the red thong... Shit. His cock twitched, and he tapped down his rising desire. Tonight was for her. Later, he’d satisfy his lust. His concentration would be on her tonight—on her submission—not on himself.

  Gabriel leaned forward, put his hands on her waist, and helped her up onto the stool with her facing away from him. Her spine was stiff. That wouldn’t do. Letting his palms slip around to her belly, he laced his fingers together over her taut abdomen. “Relax,” he whispered, pulling her back against him.

  “Gabriel?” her voice quavered.

  “Lean against me, sweetheart. Feel my skin against yours.” Her frame shuddered then she let her body go lax. “That’s it. Trust me to take care of you and keep you safe.”

  He adjusted his hold so she wouldn’t slide off her stool. Her stomach rose and fell with each breath she took. So far, she was handling him being in control. Gabriel shifted, and Lexi stiffened.

  “Don’t move.” He kept his voice low, but the command was there.

  “I...”

  “Close your eyes, Lexi.” He angled his head so he could see her face and waited until she obeyed. “I won’t let you fall.” Another tremor shook her frame. “Now think about how we were on Saturday night, cuddling on the sofa while watching that crazy disaster film.”

  A chuckle slipped from his lips. She’d surprised him by admitting she loved disaster films as much as he did.

  “That’s it.” Ever so slowly, her back rested against his chest, and her head on his shoulder. “See, was that hard?”

  “Yes, Sir, it was.”

  He let out a soft chuckle, leaving one hand on her belly, he picked up his water and took a drink, then sat it down as a group came into the club.

  Lexi tensed.

  “No, Lexi.” His free hand gripped her shoulder, keeping her in place against him. “Look at them. They’re relaxed, laughing and at ease. Nothing to be worried about.”

  “I’m not worried, Sir.”

  “Then why are you so damn tense?” Damn, he wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding his own frustration. Take it easy, he reminded himself. Give her a chance to find her way.

  “Nerves. Apprehension. Fear. You name it, Sir.”

  “Why?” He wanted to get to the root of this.

  “So many of them were here two weeks ago when I screwed up.” Her voice tentative and halting.

  Gabriel let out a growl. “You didn’t screw up, Lexi. You needed more time. Get out of your head.” He needed to show her how far she’d come in the last two weeks. Hell in the last six months. “Stand up.” He ordered in a soft voice. He loosened his hold until she slipped to her feet.

  He moved the stool out of his way, stood, and then stepped in front of her. “Let’s walk around and see what is going on.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Gabriel took her hand and led her away from the bar. Several of the stations were already busy. He guided Lexi over to the first scene. A spanking scene. Perfect. He kept her in front of him, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to him. “Watch the scene,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Gabriel shifted his stance slightly. “Do you know who the pair is, playing together?” His fingers trailed up from her waist to below her breasts.

  “Sir Ryan and sub Louise.”

  “Very good.” His lips brushed her temple He slid his hand over her breasts and up to her neck. “See how pliant sub Louise is for Sir Ryan as he helps her onto the spanking bench?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “She’s giving her Sir control.” His fingers found the clasp of the halter top. “She’s letting him take care of her.” He undid the clasp and lowered the material.

  Lexi started to raise her hands then put them back down at hers sides and blew out a breath.

  “Very good, Lexi. I will take care of you.” He cradled her breasts in his palms. “Tell me about the spanking bench sub Louise is being tied to.” He wanted to keep her talking as he played with her breasts, to keep her distracted from noticing the looks of appreciation from the others in the club.

  “It’s one of the nice leather-covered ones. It has full leg and arm rests running the length of the bench. Sir Ryan has put sub Louise lengthwise on the bench, she’s lying on her stomach, knees and elbows on either side.”

  Gabriel ran his nail over her nipples making them hard. “Tell me, Lexi. How would you like to be tied up on the spanking bench?” She sucked in a breath and her body twitched in his hold. “Does that excite you?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She let out a whimper when he pinched her right nipple.

  “Very good. Let’s move on.” He released her breasts and took her hand.

  Lexi almost stumbled when Gabriel led her to the next scene. Her mind was twirling with conflicting messages. Fear and excitement warred in her. Her breasts were aching and heavy. And it didn’t help that her pussy pulsed with anticipation.

  He did that to her. He made her aware of her body, of her wants, of her needs and of him—his domination. Her heart pounded. She was naked from the waist up, yet no one leered at her or made any snide comments. There were a few smiles and nods, but those were in appreciation. Maybe letting her control go wouldn’t be so bad after all.

  Gabriel escorted her to an empty scene area toward the back of the room. Well, not empty. There were no people there, but an X frame stood there, along with a table covered with a cloth and a chair.

  This was it. Their scene.

  Her heart leaped in her chest, and he led her up to the scene area. What was under that cloth? He’d told her he was going to tease her and flog her, and she’d agreed with it all. But she trusted him. Her submission to him was something he didn’t take for granted. A sense of peace settled in her mind. Heat flowed through her veins, straight to her clit.

  Gabriel guided her to the frame. “I’m going to remove your skirt as well as your top.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  Within seconds, he had her clothing off and hanging over the back of the chair. When he turned to face her, she gave him a smile. Without hesitation, she marched over to the X frame and placed herself facing it
.

  She jumped as Gabriel traced her spine with his finger tips. “Such a good little sub,” he whispered.

  She shivered when he raised her right arm then bound it with a scarf. He did the same with her left arm.

  “Legs apart.” His hands were at her waist holding her while she positioned her legs. “Can you hold that position? I don’t want to bind your ankles.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her tongue darted out and wet her lips. Anticipation hummed beneath her skin. So far, so good. She wasn’t fighting him.

  “Good.” His warm breath brushed her cheek. “I love your hair.” He ran his hand over her tresses, pushing it over her shoulder and out of his way.

  She turned her head, her lips grazing the back of his hand.

  Gabriel’s gaze met hers and he grinned. “Close your eyes and just feel, sweetheart.”

  Lexi pulled in a calming breath and closed her eyes. The sounds of the club teased her ears. A moan, the slap of a paddle, the snap of a whip, laughter, talking, and most of all, sighs and moans of pleasure.

  Gabriel’s fingers traced her neck, and she took a shaky breath as his fingertips followed her shoulders, down her sides to her waist, and then slid south. His touch was soft, sensual, and arousing.

  Tiny shivers of excitement swept through her veins. He cupped her ass then slapped it. She drew in a breath as pleasure swept through her nerves. With each caress of his hands on her body, her breathing deepened and her body became more pliant.

  “Safeword?” he asked.

  “Purple.”

  “Good.” Then his touch was gone.

  Lexi fought against squirming. She turned her head and saw a crowd had gathered. Her spine stiffened, and she shifted her position. A murmur went through the crowd.

  “Are you in pain?” Gabriel was there, his hand on her hip, his leg between hers.

  She shook her head. No pain, only pleasure. Now if she could just forget there were people watching them…

  Gabriel caught the subtle tightening of her muscles. But he suspected soon she’d be more relaxed. He went to the table and snagged the small suede and rabbit fur flogger. He ran the tails from the top of her shoulders down to her ass. Goosebumps rose. “Rabbit flogger, soft like your skin.”

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “I can’t wait to turn your ass rosy.” He heard the crowd’s whispered excitement. He continued to trace her body with the tails.

  “I love her paw print tat,” someone said.

  Her hands clenched into fists.

  “Are you in pain?”

  “No, Sir.”

  He frowned. “What’s going on in that pretty head, sweetheart?” He continued to caress her with the flogger.

  “Nothing. I’m just waiting.”

  “For what?”

  “For the kiss of your flogger, Sir.” Her voice was breathless, but also controlled.

  “Soon.” She was still a little too stiff. A little too much in control.

  “Now, Sir.”

  Gabriel froze. Damn it. “Did you forget who is in charge?” he whispered in her ear.

  “No one, Sir,” she whispered back.

  “Me.” He slapped her ass with his free hand.

  She let out a moan. Oh, he wasn’t going to let her get away with topping from the bottom, not after all they’d been through. She needed to be reminded of his control. But there was something else. She’d been fine until someone had spoken and reminded her of the audience.

  Gabriel stepped back. Her head was turned toward the crowd and held his hand up, signaling he wanted quiet. An idea snapped into place. He marched back to his bag and pulled out a blindfold.

  “Lexi.” He positioned himself in her field of vision. “We didn’t discuss this, but I want to blindfold you.”

  Her eyes closed and then opened. “Okay, Sir.”

  “That’s my girl.” He brushed a kiss across her lips before he placed the blindfold over her eyes.

  Her reaction was immediate. Her body went slack. He stepped back and picked up two of the feather teasers. He ran them up and down her back, her arms, her legs, her sides. He even managed to use them on her breasts.

  Within minutes, Lexi was squirming. Her muscles tensed, but in a good way, as they waited for his next attack.

  He picked up the rabbit flogger once again and brought it down lightly on her ass with one hand while using the tickler over her shoulders and neck with the other.

  “Oh, my God,” she said.

  He knew he was creating two very different sensations for her one with the tickler and one with the flogger. He continued for a few minutes until Lexi’s body quivered. She was ready.

  He set aside the rabbit flogger and feather teaser and pulled out the longer buffalo flogger. He’d had this one specially made. It wasn’t as stingy as some of the buffalo floggers could be. It had a more thuddy feel, which is what he wanted.

  His heart swelled. Her body was resting easily against the frame; she was no longer tense, her skin rosy with excitement and her breathing rapid. She was letting go of her control and giving it to him. Her submission was a beautiful and wonderful gift. He really didn’t want their time to end. Maybe he could convince her to extend their contract or get rid of it all together.

  He shook his head and pulled his mind back into the moment. Gabriel took a breath then let the flogger swing. The impact of the tails on her ass had her rising on her toes, then back down. Satisfaction filled his blood. She was accepting his control and enjoying it. With precision, he began an intricate dance of pleasure. He wanted to hear her, to have her voice her pleasure.

  Lexi moaned as the flogger hit her ass again. Oh God. The sensations running through her body. Heat followed by lightning traveled along her skin. Each stroke made her clit pulse, her core clench, and her mind cleared of all thoughts except the way Gabriel made her feel.

  “So beautiful,” he whispered. He’d stop every five or six strikes and rub her ass or her shoulders, and then he’d start all over. Each time he praised her.

  Her body didn’t feel like hers anymore. It wasn’t. It was Gabriel’s canvas to do what he wished. He was in control, and she didn’t care. Her mind quieted down, and all she could do was feel, no thinking, no anything. She’d never had this total sense of peace. A smile curved her lips. She didn’t have a care in the world.

  It was so nice. She was floating on a sea of pleasure from top to bottom. She never wanted it to end. Another caress of the tails had her crying out with the pleasure. Her knees started to buckle as her entire body went limp.

  “Easy.” Gabriel was there, his leg between hers, his body against hers. His finger trailed up her arm, caressing and massaging before his fingers loosened the scarf and he lowered her right arm to her side. He did the same with the left. Then he removed the blindfold.

  “No,” she murmured, blinking.

  “Yes, sweetheart.” His palms smoothed over her arms to her waist. Curling his arm around her waist, he took a step back, pulling her with him.

  “Gabriel,” she whispered.

  “Right here.” His strong arms lifted her and carried her away from the scene. Gabriel strode to one of the small loveseats and sat down, cradling her in his lap.

  “Why?” she asked, laying her head on his shoulder. She didn’t want to move from this position ever. Her body hummed with satisfaction and peace.

  “Lexi, you hit subspace.”

  “Huh?”

  Gabriel shook his head, wrapped a blanket someone handed him around her body as she started to shiver. Then he held a water bottle up to her lips. “Drink.”

  She grasped the cold bottle and tilted it up. She downed the entire bottle before laying her head back down on his shoulder.

  “God, Lexi, you were so beautiful in your submission,” he whispered. “You gave me a gift I can never repay.”

  His words penetrated her fog filled brain. Pure happiness filled her veins. She’d done it. She’d given up her control. “I never knew it could be like t
hat.” She snuggled deeper into his embrace. Her heart fluttered.

  “Be quiet for a minute and listen.”

  Lexi closed her eyes and listened.

  “I’ve never see someone give up control like that,” a female said.

  “Prefect submissive,” a male said.

  “Did you see her face? The pleasure, then absolute bliss,” said another female.

  “What I wouldn’t give to have a submissive like that,” said another male.

  Lexi opened her eyes and found Gabriel watching her. “I did it.”

  Her heart pounded in her chest. She’d let go of her control. Joy filled her body. Gabriel was the right man, the only man, she wanted to give her control to.

  “Yes, sweetheart, you did. I’m so proud of you and so humbled by your gift.”

  “The blindfold helped. How did you know?”

  “You only stiffened when the crowd reminded you they were there. You were fine at the house, so I figured I’d try the blindfold and see what happened.”

  “It worked.”

  “More than you’ll ever know. You hit subspace, Lexi.”

  “You said that before, I didn’t realize...” She shook her head. She was still trying to process everything, but her mind was beginning to function once again. “I just remember floating in a sea of pleasure.”

  He dropped a soft kiss on her lips. “You’re remarkable.”

  “Is subspace why I feel as limp as a noodle?” She’d only heard about subspace but never experienced it.

  “Yes.” He picked up another bottle of water. “Drink this down and, we’ll go home.”

  Lexi drank the bottle then Gabriel stood with her in his arms.

  “Leaving?” Logan stood off to the side with Gabriel’s duffle bags.

  “My clothes,” said Lexi.

  “I’ll get them,” Sheri said.

  Lexi rattled off the combination and Sheri ran off.

  “Come on. I’ll walk you out,” Logan said.

  “Thanks,” Gabriel said, cradling her against his chest in a tender embrace.

  Lexi didn’t even think about asking to walk. She wanted to stay in Gabriel’s arms as long as possible. He was so special to her. Her heart froze. He was special. He’d worked through her fears, pushed her just enough to break through and took sweet care of her both inside and out of the club and... She realized she was falling for him. And that didn’t scare her at all. He really was the right Dom for her.