“They do not,” He shot back.
The self-pity she harboured started to slowly burn into something more sinister. Being tied, she really wasn’t in a position to get angry and argue, but controlling her feelings was out of the question. If he wanted to know the truth, then she was damn well going to tell him. “Oh really?” She arched a brow. “Even you, Julian, have completely ignored my advances.”
“I have not,” he shot back, his tone defensive.
“Don’t you dare deny it. For three years, we’ve worked together building our business, and for three years, I’ve done quite a few things to get your attention. Not once did you notice anything I did.” That admission stung more than it should, but there was no escaping the fact that attractive alpha men didn’t find her appealing.
To keep from losing complete emotional control, she continued, “When I started having all these fantasies and desires that fell out of the norm, I decided that maybe it was for the best that we hadn’t gotten together. After all, with us working in the same office, our personal lives and professional lives were bound to clash. I didn’t need anybody knowing about the twisted desires I had going on inside my head.” Heat crept up her neck and she let her gaze fall away from him. “I thought if I found a safe, private place to fulfil those desires, I could do that without feeling embarrassment or guilt. Now I’m not sure.”
“Why not? One of the great things about this place is what goes on here stays here,” he said, the concern and understanding clear in his tone.
If she was to have any credibility with him, she couldn’t lose her nerve now. Never blinking, never shifting her gaze, she replied, “And that would be true if I wasn’t looking at you right now.”
Several long seconds passed as he appeared to consider her words. “It could still be true, Maggie.”
“How?”
“Did you have any idea that my sexual preferences lay more towards the kink?”
“Of course not.” To say she was shocked to find Julian here was probably the understatement of the year.
“Then why should anybody besides me have to know? We both want the same thing, hon—to keep our fantasies out of the work place. Even if you and I share them, I don’t think there’s any reason why we can’t be adult about this and keep it private.”
Now it was her turn to contemplate his words. As much as she didn’t want to admit it, he was right. Nobody but she and he actually needed to know what went on when they were off the clock. Maybe it was her desperation to salvage something from the night that swayed her thoughts, but she’d come here to explore her forbidden desires, and damn it, was it fair to let unfounded worries ruin it for her?
“Okay, let’s say I suspend reality for a moment and agree to move forward with this evening.” Even saying the words sent a giddy chill crawling up her spine. “Are you going to have a problem giving me what I want, because my wish list is a bit bizarre.”
His rich laugh warmed her from the inside out. “Honey, you’re talking to someone who lives for bizarre. Why don’t you give me some examples of what you’re talking about and let me decide if they’re too strange for even me to handle.”
Nervous, she licked her lips and began ticking off her list. “First of all, I want to know what it’s like to have kinky sex, to be ordered around and do as I’m told. Second, I want to try out some of the sex toys I’ve seen in catalogues and read about in books.” She could feel the heat flooding her face with her admission, but there wasn’t any turning back now. He’d asked, and by God, she was going to tell him everything and let the chips fall where they may. If he wasn’t man enough to handle it, better to find out now. She ticked off her third item. “Eventually I’d like to have a threesome with two guys who are willing to screw my brains out and not feel bad about doing so. So you see, for a woman like me, those are pretty bizarre requests. Now if you don’t think you can handle that, then maybe it would be best if you left and brought back the other guy, because I don’t want you doing it out of pity.”
Anger flared in his eyes as he leant forward and planted a hand on each side of her pillow. His face mere inches from hers, he spoke. “Let’s get some things straight right now. I do no pity you, Maggie, and I’m not going anywhere.”
She felt the weight of his words and knew he spoke the truth, yet she wasn’t quite ready to let the situation stand. While moving forward with him would probably allow her to fulfil a lifetime of fantasies, it would also no doubt set her up for heartbreak. She would no doubt get attached to him and the simple fact was men like Julian didn’t stay with women like her. “What if I don’t want you as my Dominant?” she challenged.
“Then in the morning you can request a change, but for tonight, you are mine.”
Already feeling her heart clench at what the future held, she shook her head. It would be best for her to do this with a stranger and salvage what was left of their partnership. “I can’t do this with you, Julian.”
“Why? Because come Monday morning at work you might have to look into my face and know that I was the one who gave you the best sex of your life?”
What an arrogant ass! “That’s an awful big assumption for someone who has never shown any interest in me before now.”
Julian snorted and eased off the bed. “You think I haven’t noticed you? Hell, Maggie, you star in my deviant little fantasies all the time.”
Her eyes widened with his admission and she barely kept her jaw from falling open. He’d dreamt about her? “You never—”
“Said anything,” he finished her sentence. “You’re right.” He held his hands up and motioned to the room they were in. “This, my dear, is my sexual domain and I wasn’t going to drag you down into it.”
“I would have understood.”
“I know that now, but from an outside vantage point, you’re nearly untouched, almost innocent when it comes to sex and I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for this.”
“And now?” she asked, her breath slightly more husky than she liked as hope broke through like a ray of sunshine.
He pinned her with a stare that would melt steel. “Now, my sexy little vixen, I’m about making both our fantasies come true.”
Chapter Three
Before she could reply, he moved back to the bed and leant over her. “That is, if you still want to go through with this, Maggie.”
Still bound to the bed, she looked up at him. Desire and nervousness waged a vicious war in her eyes, yet she held up her chin. “What if I still said I wanted somebody else?”
“Not gonna happen, sweetheart. If you think for one nanosecond that I’m letting another man in this place guide you through your initiation, then you’re out of your mind. This…” he reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, drawing a quick gasp from her, “belongs to me tonight.”
Staring up at him, Maggie’s eyes were wide as saucers. Julian saw the fear hiding behind her chocolate irises, but he also detected the desire. She wanted this night as much as he did; only she had yet to come to terms with the consequences tomorrow morning would bring. From the moment he’d spotted her sitting in that room, he knew and accepted the shift in their friendship this encounter might cause. That acceptance wouldn’t be as easy for her.
“I could use my safe word and then you’d have to let me go.” Her tone remained steadfast and defiant despite the desire now streaming from her like tap left running.
So she still wanted to challenge him, huh? He felt like yelling ‘bring it on’, because he would enjoy shooting down her excuses, just as he was about to do again. “True, but you know as well as I that the damage has already been done. We’ll never be able to look at each other the way we did before.” He dragged a knuckle over her panties, his flesh dampening with the moisture seeping from her core. The resulting flare of passion in her eyes made his cock twitch with need. And whether she knew it or not, she’d actually spread her legs wider for him. God, he wanted this woman like he’d never wanted anyone before. If she backe
d out now, he’d cry like a baby.
“Besides,” he slipped his fingers beneath the lacy thong and delved between her folds, “you can’t tell me that you’re not even a little curious to see what it would be like between us.” He punctuated the last word by sliding two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. A moan, throaty and deep, tumbled from her lips as her back arched, begging him not to stop, begging him for more. That’s right, baby. Feel what I can do for you. “Tell me you want me to stop, Maggie. Use your safe word and I’ll walk away.”
Yes, he was playing dirty, and no, he didn’t feel even the slightest of repentance. She’d come here for a purpose and he wasn’t going to let her back out now, simply because she was afraid.
“Tell me, Maggie. This is your chance.”
“I…I can’t,” she sobbed while her head thrashed from side to side.
“You can’t what? You can’t do this, or you can’t tell me?”
“I can’t t-tell you.”
“I know you can’t because I can feel how wet you are for me, honey.” He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her snatch, sending her spiralling deeper into her desire. “Whether you want to believe it or not, you’re excited about this situation. Say the words, Maggie. Tell me you want this, that you want me.”
“I want this, Julian. I want it to be with you. Please don’t stop.”
A growl, low and feral, tore from his chest. Tonight, she was all his. He pulled away, and she cried out in protest. “Julian?”
He moved to her side. “I’m not stopping, sweetheart. We just have to set some ground rules.”
Her passion-glazed eyes focused on him. “What kind of rules?”
“Rules that will keep you safe and secure during your time here.”
“Okay, that makes sense. What do I need to know?”
“You’re here to learn how to be a submissive. That means you do as I tell you without question. Do you understand?”
She nodded. “But what if I’m not sure about something?”
The initiation process was tough for a reason. If a potential sub could take everything handed to them during the first night and still want to stay, then they would make a good sub. The process was designed to weed out the weaker people, the ones just curious and not really serious about the lifestyle. Still, this situation fell outside of the standard. He wanted Maggie to stay. The only way for that to happen was to take it slowly and build her trust. Tonight, he would throw out the rule book and carve his own path. “Tonight, I will allow you to ask permission to speak and then ask your question. I will answer it if I can. In the future, you will have to learn to trust in the fact that I would never cause you any serious harm.”
She nodded. “I understand. What else?”
“There’s the issue of protection. The club has strict rules about turning in yearly physicals. If a member contracts an STD, they’re banned until they provide medical proof that the infection is gone. That being said, some people are still more comfortable using condoms. How do you feel about them?”
He could only hope that she’d chuck the idea of using condoms. Pumping into her with no barrier in between would be the ultimate fantasy come true.
“I think condoms have their place, but I’m guessing that wasn’t the answer you were looking for, right?” A slight grin tipped her lips as she spoke, reminding him of all the times she’d been able to climb into his head at work and finish his sentences and thoughts. She knew him pretty well before she’d walked through the club doors. If they connected on that same level during sex, he’d be sunk, ruined for any other woman.
“Correct.”
“I’m on the pill, Julian, and we both are clean so why don’t we save them for the people who really need them?”
His entire body clenched with her admission. She’d not only come prepared but was also willing to take all the necessary steps to make the night the best it could be for both of them. God, she was amazing. How easy would it be for him to fall in love with her?
“I like your thinking, pet. Now where’s your wish list?” He turned to scan the room. Part of the application process for Club Exotica was completing a sexual wish list, and while he wanted nothing more than to sink his hard-as-a-baseball-bat cock into her sweet pussy and fuck her until they were both sweaty and exhausted, he had an obligation to her to fulfil her desire.
“On the table.”
Using every bit of strength he had, he pulled away from the bed and gingerly walked to the table. He picked up the paper, unfolded it and began to read. Spankings, clamps, forced and anal sex, ménage and bondage—a veritable feast of deviant sexual behaviour that had him primed and ready to come at just the thought of doing half the things on her list. One thing was for sure, they both would be good and sore by morning.
Even seeing the evidence in black and white didn’t make the moment feel any more real. How could he have worked so closely, so diligently next to her over the last few years, building up their business, and not know about this side of her personality? Imagine the possibilities if you had. He wouldn’t have needed to whittle away his time in this place with all those wannabe women who didn’t quite fit the mould.
There wasn’t any use in wondering about the what-could-have-beens when the real thing was laying nearly naked and primed right behind him. They would forge their relationship from this point forward. Maybe she didn’t realise yet that he was in this for more than one night, but that situation would soon change, or at least he hoped it would.
Julian turned back to her and paused to once again take in the luscious sight of her body open and ready for him. He tossed the paper back on the table and slowly began to undress. The white skin-tight t-shirt he’d been wearing slipped over his head and landed without ceremony on the floor.
“One last thing,” he said as he continued to strip, making sure to give her a show. “Inside the club and in all sexual situations, you will refer to me as ‘Master’ or ‘sir’. I prefer you use ‘Master’, but ‘sir’ will be acceptable. For just about every situation, there are only two responses you need to remember. ‘Yes, Master’ or ‘Yes, sir’. Do you understand?’
Still on her back and tied to the headboard, she’d been watching, her entire being focused on Julian as he undressed. She nodded, her eyes still glassy with desire.
He reached his black pants and stopped. “What do you say, Maggie?”
Her gaze drifted up to meet his stare. “Yes, Master.” The ardour in her words nearly brought him to his knees. Never, in all the years he’d been a Dom, had he heard those words spoken with such sweetness, such desire.
The sound of the zipper lowering echoed through the room and he had to remember to swallow. How long had he dreamt of this exact situation? He paused with his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his pants and smiled, enjoying the opportunity to drag out the anticipation just a little longer.
He needed to take the edge off if he had any chance of surviving what lay ahead for both of them. What better way than to feel her sweet lips wrapped around his cock? “We’ll start with something simple.”
Simple? He nearly laughed out loud. There wasn’t a single thing about this situation that was simple, yet by the intense look in her eyes, he knew she understood the words as a warning of things to come.
He worked the snug leather over his narrow hips until the pants finally rested around his ankles. He kicked out of them, then proceeded to walk towards her, his weeping member leading the way.
She turned her head towards him; the look of anticipation on her face nearly had him coming on the spot. She not only knew, but wanted what he was about to have her do.
Fuck! He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had him ready to blow his load like some hormonal teenager. He mentally counted backwards from twenty in an attempt to regain some control. With his climax sufficiently at bay, he wrapped his fingers around his length and gave one long, slow pull upward, drawing out the bead of pre-come sitting just inside his slit, enjoying the mo
mentary feel of skin against skin.
“Suck me,” he commanded, his tone gravely and hoarse.
The rough command caused Maggie to jump, sending pleasure racing through her system with unimaginable speed. Her pussy constricted, begging for fulfilment. It wasn’t like she hadn’t sucked a man’s dick before, but for some reason, being bound and ordered to do so made it feel different, carnal. The fact that it was Julian’s prick she was about to devour only upped her fervour.
She never would have imagined herself in this exact situation, yet when she finally saw Julian naked, all she could think of was how wonderful this night would be. Doing this with a stranger would have been a challenge, but she could have managed. Doing this with someone she knew would be just as challenging but in a different way. Maybe it was the long-standing friendship they shared. Maybe it was the years of working side by side to build their business that put her at ease, but somehow, deep down she knew he’d do everything he could to satisfy her curiosity while providing her the safety she might not feel with a stranger.
There would certainly be repercussions for their actions come morning, but to deny him or herself the pleasures that lay before them simply because she feared the unknown wasn’t fair. Right now, in the height of the moment, she couldn’t think past having him ram that thick, full stick into her mouth and pump.
“Yes, Master,” she replied in a bold tone that surprised even her. His growl started low in his chest and barrelled through the room, sending a new shot of anticipation skittering through her system.
He leant forward just slightly and rubbed his cockhead over her lips. She darted her tongue out to meet him, swiping a wet trail over the tip. Without the use of her hands, she finally began to experience the helpless feeling the information packet had mentioned. Loving nothing more than to wrap both her hands around his cock and pump, she now understood she’d have to settle for what she could get. She pressed her lips to the swollen head and licked away his salty essence, swirling her tongue around the flared edge as though she were licking a lollipop. The heady combination of man and leather had her head spinning and her cunt flooding with cream.
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