WindSwept Narrows: #22 Erika & Vianne

by Diroll-Nichols, Karen

  “Why…you didn’t like the idea of taking me to the club,” talking, she told herself, the hardest thing to do with a man delighting in arousing you.

  “I’ve been to them, Vianne. I know what I’ll see and what I’ll expect from you.”

  “Tell me,” she said quickly. “I can do it.”

  The fact that she hadn’t laughed or even grinned when he’d given her instructions told him she took it as seriously as he did. He pulled in a long, slow breath.

  “It isn’t a game, Vianne. It isn’t something you play at unless you’re serious, especially inside one of the clubs I’d take you to,” he watched her face.

  “It’s something you have to want to be,” she recited from words the domme had said to her. “I understand.”

  “Have you ever been to a club in full swing, Vianne?”

  “No. The people I interviewed wouldn’t let me inside since I was unescorted. They were very conscientious of their privacy,” she answered.

  “You’re a journalist, pet,” he grinned at her. “I wouldn’t have trusted you, either. People go to and belong to private clubs for a reason and the confidentiality of their patrons.”

  “Tell me about them. I’ve been to a lot of off places in my life, Tanner.”

  “One of the first protocols is names. It would always be Sir or Master at a club, Vianne. Ma’am or Mistress for the domme’s and you will recognize them from the subs, believe me. The subs always wear far less clothing,” he saw the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. “Could you handle being dressed like this in a club? Walking around? At a bar sipping a drink? Or even less clothing than this.”

  “Umm…less…in public?” She cleared her throat, wishing the squeak hadn’t happened.

  He drew one finger along her throat, the thumping of her pulse speeding up at the ideas he was laying out before her. Very different than his hard as nails journalist.

  “In public of a private club. Believe me, you wouldn’t be the only one. Even nude, if punishment is meted out,” he drew his finger down her throat to the nipple he was toying with. “There might be times you wear nothing but a pair of cuffs and my collar,” he reached up and stroked his fingers along the red velvet collar she’d added to her outfit around her throat. “This is a nice touch, but if we go out in public, you’ll definitely be marked as mine and only mine. Something I don’t have at the moment.”

  “In front of others,” she repeated more to herself than him, her head nodding slightly. She’d been in cultures where clothes were less than important for certain rituals and events. She could do this.

  “Some even have decorations,” he closed his fingers around her nipple and tugged lightly. “Dangling gems right here…and other places.”

  “Punishment and gems?” Vianne swallowed, the breath she had been taking halted mid inhale when his finger trailed down the center of her bustier and onto the small and very damp satin triangle over her pussy.

  Tanner dragged his finger around the crease where her thigh met her pussy, sliding beneath the tiny scrap of red satin and over the swollen lips. His voice was a velvet murmur when he spoke.

  “Now this is a surprise, Vianne…something in our discussion has certainly had an effect on the female in you,” he caressed over her clit and then back to slide his fingers to the very end of the cleft, spreading the heated moisture over her anus. “Does the idea of punishment or gems arouse you more? Or is it the excitement or fear of both? I’m going to definitely have fun finding out the answer to that one.”

  “I don’t know,” she whispered, genuinely surprised at the way her mind and body reacted to him.

  “Give me your hands, Vianne,” Tanner held both his palms out. He looked at the small hands in the middle of his, carrying them both to his lips for a long, slow kiss to each center. “We don’t have to do this, Vianne. I don’t need it. I’m not the insecure kid I was when I went exploring that part of me.”

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  He met her eyes. He wouldn’t lie to her. “Yes. Knowing the heights that passion can build inside you is amazing. But I’ve discovered it’s there with you because I’ve never loved anyone like I love you.”

  “What would it be like together?”

  “Do you believe you could surrender that much control, Vianne? Once we open that door, I’m not sure we could go back.”

  “The door was opened the night we got married, Tanner,” she said with a little smile. “Things are fuzzy, but I do remember it. I don’t know what it is or why we’re so wonderfully aligned, but I know there are times I…I could just listen to you talking to me and I’d be wet.”

  “Before we met?” He pulled her against him, his hands going to her ass and holding her pussy against his cock.

  “When we would chat, yes,” she breathed raggedly, moaning softly while his hands rotated her clit against the front of his jeans.

  “No coming without permission, pet,” Tanner stopped manipulating her hips, the abrupt look of dismay on her face making him laugh. “Did you think it was going to be easy? If you agree to give yourself over to me, I control when you have an orgasm. All the choices are removed from you for that time frame.”

  “I…and if I can’t?” The hitch and tiny squeak definitely wasn’t her voice, she thought frantically.

  “That’s what punishment is for…” his palms stroked softly over her behind. “Somehow seeing this pretty ass all pink and hot from a bare handed spanking just makes me a little more determined to see how long you can hold out.”

  “That’s torture,” she mumbled testily, yelping at the palm that struck one cheek.

  “And that’s considered back-talk. A punishable offense,” he said simply.

  “I need a list.” She frowned, licked her lips and swallowed at the expression in his eyes. “I need a list, Sir.”

  “Much better. You are a quick learner,” he complimented, returning to massaging the full globes in his palms. “You know you’ll be leaving yourself open to being touched as well as admired, Vianne. No one will touch you without my permission. Had you thought of another man touching you…stroking your breasts…even suckling them…”

  “I…why would…”

  “It’s considered part of the eroticism, pet. Part of the play. Watching you pleasured by another would be an amazing aphrodisiac.”

  “Be…” her head shook slowly. That wasn’t something she thought. “I don’t want to share…or be shared…I…”

  “Never thought about two men at once? Or another woman joining your bed?” he saw the answer in her eyes and was oddly relieved. Sharing Vianne was not something he’d ever be comfortable with. She was his, finally and completely. “Then that is something we both agree to, Vianne. I’m a selfish man where you’re concerned and our negotiations are important to us both.”

  “Thank you,” she whispered breathlessly.

  “It isn’t a dictatorship, Vianne,” his features softened. “It’s something for us both. And it’s all agreed upon. I’d never use a cane or whip on you, but I think a flogger or paddle or my bare hand would bring a rosy glow and arousal to you beyond what you already know. The jewelry…a definite yes and I know some very nice pieces I can’t wait to see you in,” he drew his finger around her waist. “A gold waist chain that comes down here,” his fingers scraped over the satin of her panties. “And attached to it is a piece of etched gold that frame the full lips to perfection and the chain goes between your ass cheeks and joins the waist chain in the center of your back.”

  Vianne shivered as she pictured what he was describing to her. “How…”

  “It also has a tiny little vibrator…” one finger tapped her clit over and over. “Right there…and you’ll wear it all night and I’ll control the vibrations.” He managed to keep his groan inside when she moaned softly, her pulse thumping wildly.

  Keeping her mouth shut was going to be the most difficult, she realized as the comments piled up inside her head. Then her mind focused on one thing he’d
said.

  “But not…” her head shook. “No piercing.”

  “Unlike some I know, I prefer these natural when I suck on them,” he leaned forward and drew one of her nipples between his teeth. “No extra holes, love. Agreed. I’m not partial to piercings other than your ears and no tattoos, although I find the one on your lower back fascinating.”

  “White and gold roses,” she murmured, panting and thinking of not coming. Oh, yeah, that’ll work.

  “I know…I’ve had my hands there several times over the last week. It’s just not something I would have thought you’d do,” he continued licking and playing with her nipples.

  “I had a rant a few years ago,” she admitted sullenly. “I got tired of listening to the poor male minorities gripe about discrimination so I did up a piece on sexism and the oldest form of discrimination on the planet and ended it with…the tattoo,” she sighed. “You do know what it’s called, don’t you?”

  “I do,” he chuckled. Her passion for life and inequalities was something that had always shot right to his heart.

  “Yeah, well…another set of discriminations. Males get tattoos everywhere on their body, but let a female get one there and right away it has a derogatory name attached to it.”

  “It won’t bother you for it to be seen at the club?”

  “People saw me getting it done two years ago,” she inhaled sharply when his teeth nipped at her breast. “Besides, I know I’m not a tramp.”

  “Better still, I know you’re not a tramp and I love the tattoo,” he murmured, one hand up and pulling the band from her hair before sinking his fingers into the soft gold and pulling her mouth to his. “Another negotiation completed…”

  “There’s more?” She breathed when his mouth moved to her throat.

  “I’m pretty sure I know what will work for us. Public display,” he punctuated each word with a nibble along the underside of her breast. “Sex…”

  “In…with people…they’ll see?” She blinked to clear her head and saw humor in his gaze. “And that doesn’t bother you? I mean…inhibit…”

  “By the time we get to the penetration part,” he whispered in between licks over her nipple. “You’ll have had so many orgasms, you won’t care who’s watching us.”

  “Oh, god…”

  “Light spankings…I don’t like leaving marks…just a nice rosy ass to stroke…”

  “Maybe…maybe I won’t make mistakes,” she said hurriedly.

  “That’s very true,” he chuckled and switched to the other nipple. “I think playing here arouses you, too,” he slid his fingers down the cleft between her ass cheeks and ran a fingernail around the puckered rim, satisfied at the thumping pulse and rapid breathing. “I thought so. And we have erotic clothing and jewelry…and definitely some bondage.”

  Vianne knew she was losing the battle. Between his words and his mouth and now his fingers were back pressing over her clit.

  “Tanner…please…”

  “Is that the right address, pet?” He moved his thumb over her slit, stroking the hot dew upwards and onto her clit before sinking two fingers inside the hot, tight opening.

  “Sir!” Her hips shot forward and she bit her lip.

  “Very nice…watching you ignite is amazing…” but he pulled his hand away and slid her onto his thighs, his hands quickly opening his jeans and lifting just enough to free his cock. He lifted the foil packet from the sofa and quickly sheathed himself, her gaze never leaving hers. “Ride me, Vianne…easy…” he ordered gruffly, groaning as she raised herself to her knees and slid over him.

  She rotated her hips, the blunt, weeping head begging for entry as much as she was begging to be filled. Then she knew she’d caught him and relaxed, her cry loud and unrestrained as she captured him completely.

  Tanner gripped her hips, stopping her from moving. The last hour of talk had broken most of his threads of control.

  Vianne framed his face with her hands and covered his mouth with hers, their tongues crashing together, sweeping and delving until both broke breathless.

  Then he allowed her to move.

  Vianne knew it wouldn’t take long. He’d been driving her right up to the edge since he’d found her in the bedroom. Dressed in red and hotter than any fire around.

  His hands pressed against her behind, pulling her down hard over and over until he felt the muscles begin their clenching; he felt the soft, hot walls closing in on him, twisting and squeezing, and watched her body surrender a shudder that rocked him to his toes. Heavy breathing, cries of pleasure and names filled the condo and echoed over the dark expanse of beach outside.

  “Oh, god, I hope I had permission,” Vianne snuggled down against him, the deep laughter telling her she’d skated the edge this time in their new play. She had no earthly idea she could be so wildly aroused or so madly in love with someone.

  Chapter Thirty

  Vianne had set up a plan when she stood in the door to her office the next day. Begin at the door and work your way around the room. Shredding, boxing, sorting. Basically dehumanizing the room for her next week departure from the station where she’d worked for almost eight years. She had a box of old folders containing all the past stories she worked on from as far back as college, condensed and…why had she saved them?

  Vianne carried the box to her car and went back for another before heading home. A few things a day, she told herself. By Thursday, she was pretty sure she’d be shredding everything just to avoid carrying it into the condo until she could really sort and maybe move some things to the new office.

  On Wednesday she was glad to get the text from Tanner that he’d met with Ryan and wanted to hire him on as the official in charge of the camera area of their department. He’d also met with Charity Setopolis and won approval from her. A relief, Vianne knew, since they hadn’t settled on an official way of documenting things at the resort yet.

  She sat on the floor in front of her desk on Thursday afternoon when she heard Tanner coming through the door. Her head was barely visible so she raised her hand and waved until she heard the laugh. If she stopped and thought about how easy they had settled into each other, it might frighten her. She’d expected to wake up from a dream and have her world return to normal. But she didn’t and time with Tanner was anything but normal, she mused with a contented sigh.

  “Chairs broken?” Tanner sat on the edge of her desk and watched her sort through photographs, breaking them down into piles or shredding some.

  “Just easier down here. How did the admin interview go?”

  “You made it easy,” he told her, setting the boxes on the desk and waiting for her to look up. “Your research assistant will be perfect.”

  “Good. That just means…” she looked from the small boxes to his face and back. “What did you do?”

  “That is an accusation. I heard I got a girl who has a birthday coming up and bought her a few things for tomorrow night and her debut,” Tanner watched her eyes widen at his reminder and her pulse skitter at the memory of what he hinted at.

  “I…umm…things? What kind of things?” Oh, god, why did the unknown with him turn her girly bits into demanding hot lava?

  “Hmm…should we test them out?” But he stood up and took the boxes from the desk, heading to the bedroom. “No. It’ll keep until tomorrow. I brought Thai food for dinner and I scheduled with an agency to find us a housekeeper and cook.”

  “A…hey! Wait a minute,” Vianne was up and dashing barefoot down the hall after him, skidding to a halt when she realized he was in the running path. “Isn’t that something we discuss? As a couple?”

  “It’s part of the whole deal. One, we can afford it, which puts money in the pockets of a local person. Resort philosophy, remember? Two, having someone do the basics like laundry, cleaning and cooking, frees our time for things you really enjoy, like the shopping and working,” he stuck one finger down the front band of her jeans and gave a sharp pull. “And the really fun things…”

 
; “Tanner…you’ve brought a few things into the condo that might make a housekeeper run for cover,” she said, choosing her words carefully.

  “Not to worry, my sweet innocent,” he took a step forward and then another until her knees struck the edge of the bed. “I have friends with connections. We’ll find one familiar with the lifestyle. The club offers a list of members with local businesses and encourages members to use it for that very reason.”

  “You’re a member of the local club?”

  “I’m actually one of the partners,” he leaned in and kissed her. “Let’s eat before it gets cold. You can quiz me over food.”

  Vianne had spent almost two hours reading various websites and blogs, trying to get a more lucid idea of what to expect come six when they go to the club, Independence. She thought it was an interesting name. The theme beneath it being: Find your Independence and soar.

  She was too familiar with butterflies in her stomach. But never had they wandered lower on such a regular basis as with Tanner claiming her as more than just a wife. Every day it felt like more and more. It had a complexity that she’d never imagined possible in a relationship.

  They didn’t agree on everything but the debates and arguments hadn’t slipped into anger or name calling. She’d lived through too many of those with friends and the occasional lover. Usually it revolved around her rushing off or being late for things, or on the regular occasion, absent. Understanding seemed to be expected from the male when such things happened, but she discovered more and more that women weren’t granted those same pardons.

  When she’d called Wednesday and told Tanner she’d be late, his voice told her it was shrugged off as he assured her he would fix dinner and for her not to worry. It had been a surprise. A relief, when she was honest with herself on the way home.