by Gail DeYoung
“Sir, it’s because…” She couldn’t finish the sentence. Because if she did, she would certainly fail the test and get lost in the sensual pull of his eyes. She was keenly aware of his close proximity. The feel of his strong, muscular body next to hers, the soft, sensuous touch of his hand, his incredibly sexy voice, and his smell of musk and sweat all combined to overpower her will. She could hardly keep from swooning.
The desire to touch him was so strong that she clasped her hands in her lap, trying to remain grounded and concentrate on her reason for being in the room.
Sweat trickled down her neck and into the crease between her breasts. His finger dipped in between them to catch that little drop of moisture and in doing so, brushed against the soft fullness of her breast. Her nipples swelled in reaction. His fingertips followed the path of the sweat trickle upward and with the slightest touch, traced her collarbone over to the edge of her shoulder and down to her elbow. It was the softest touch she had ever felt and goose bumps followed in its wake.
“You’re very beautiful, you know.”
It was a statement, nothing more, but the deep, sensual sway of his voice made her feel as though she was floating on a cloud. She was acutely aware of his intense scrutiny of every little detail of her face. Of all times to look hot and sweaty! Yet, he said she was beautiful. Amazing.
“Sir, I appreciate your comment. I just don’t know what to say, Sir.”
He turned her chin toward him and she was afraid she’d get trapped in those expressive eyes. She felt her whole body turning to mush and knew she was a goner.
“Then say ‘thank you’.” The husky timbre of his voice set off alarms in her head.
Kat licked her lips nervously. Slowly he lowered his head to her, stopping only a hair’s breadth away from her mouth.
She squeezed her eyes shut trying to close out the erotic vision, but it only heightened her desire to feel the soft slide of his full lips against hers. Kat realized she couldn’t stop there. Once they tasted each other, she knew there would be such an explosion of desire that it would overwhelm them both. She couldn’t let that happen. Just before his mouth touched hers, she summoned the strength to pull away. She opened her eyes and saw his fully erect cock bobbing at her. It was time to go…now!
“Sir, thank you, but I really need to leave. Enjoy your steam bath, Sir.”
She jumped up and ran out of the room before he had time to react. She paused momentarily in the hallway just outside the gym, leaning against the glass doors. Her hand went over her mouth, shaking briskly. What had she almost done?
Needing to calm her nerves, she rushed down the steps, passing Corinne without comment, and ran to her room. She noticed the surprised look on Corinne’s face. Kat hoped Corinne wouldn’t go in the gym and find out what just happened. She wasn’t up for another session with the Switch. She threw herself on her bed and rolled into a fetal position, hugging her pillow.
* * * * *
Miss Tiffany was her usual self, cheerful and talkative, but unfortunately, that didn’t help Kaitlin forget what transpired in the steam room. Kat went through the motions of calling off items to create the grocery list, but her heart wasn’t in her work. Once that chore was done, Kat gathered the ingredients for dinner.
“This is your first Friday night here, Kaitlin. It’s going to be interesting to see your reaction when Sir comes down those stairs,” Miss Tiffany said.
“I’m sorry. What did you say?” Kat was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she really wasn’t paying attention.
“I said, you’ll see what happens almost every Friday. Sir steps out with a sub in tow to go to Club Exotica. Tonight, he’s taking Melissa, the girl who dresses in the French maid outfit.”
For some reason, the thought annoyed Kat. It wasn’t any of her business, she reminded herself. She placed the green pepper on the cutting board and began hacking away until the pieces were very small. The loud smacking noises on the wooden chopping board drew Miss Tiffany’s attention.
“Take it easy there, hon. The pepper pieces need to be chunky. That way, those who don’t like it in their chili can take it out.” She gave Kaitlin a quizzical look. “Are you all right? You seem a little tense.”
“No, I’m fine,” Kaitlin answered, pushing aside the green pepper and picking up an onion. She raised the knife high above it and hit it hard. The chopping sound reverberated in the kitchen. Miss Tiffany stilled Kat’s hand in midair on the second stroke.
“Okay. You know what? I’ll cut the veggies, you stir the beef.”
Kaitlin sighed and handed the knife to Miss Tiffany. Stirring the pan of beef was boring, but she was able to let her mind drift, a therapy she needed. She told herself to stop thinking about the Trainer. Miss Tiffany also grew quiet, most likely because she sensed Kaitlin was in no mood to talk. Kat was relieved, as she knew it was best not to say something she’d regret later.
Kaitlin stayed after dinner to help Miss Tiffany clean the kitchen.
“Thank you, honey. Look, I don’t know what’s bothering you, but I hope you’ll be okay. If you ever want to talk about anything, I’m here. I promise I’ll never tell anyone what you say. It will be between us girls.”
“You’re a dear, Miss Tiffany. Thank you. I’m sorry I was such horrible company tonight, but I just wasn’t in a talkative mood. I think I’m going to go to bed early, but I’ll take a rain check on your offer for another time.”
“You’re welcome.” Miss Tiffany glanced at her watch. “Oh my! It’s eight o’clock. I have to pick up my friend from the airport.”
Kat walked Miss Tiffany to the door and gave her a hug.
“Good night. I’ll be here tomorrow at four. Oh Kat, would you do me a favor? When the groceries arrive tomorrow morning, please put them away. I’d really appreciate that.”
“Sure. Goodbye.” Kaitlin smiled and waved as Miss Tiffany departed. She watched as the cook’s red Ford Mustang pulled out of the driveway. Still wrapped up in thoughts of all that had transpired during the day, Kat closed the door and turned around, bumping into the solid wall of Sir Damien’s chest. She hadn’t heard his approach. Shocked, she forgot the protocol to bow and lower her gaze.
Her mouth dropped open. Dressed in a tuxedo, the man looked so incredible that he would have made a room full of women faint just looking at him. Stunning was the only word that Kat could think of to describe him. He looked even better in clothes than he did without them, which seemed contradictory. Yet, there he was, living proof of the dichotomy. His eyes bore into hers momentarily and she thought she saw a touch of disappointment in them. She gathered her senses and lowered her head.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I should have been watching where I was going.” He stood before her without saying a word, tapping the toe of a highly polished black shoe on the tile floor. It ranked up there as one of the most awkward moments of her life.
“Yes, you should have. You also didn’t ask permission to speak. Now find Melissa and tell her I don’t like to be kept waiting.” His voice had a harsh edge to it and she knew she deserved his scorn. After all, he probably never got turned down when he tried to kiss a girl.
She nodded and backed away, turning on the balls of her feet as she had observed the other girls doing. Her movements were not as graceful as theirs were in the high heels, but she did her best. She ran into Melissa in the hallway, just coming out of her bedroom. The sub was dressed in a long, black satin cape and black fishnet body stocking with black stilettos.
“He’s waiting for you at the door and not too patiently.”
The young sub looked at her in shock. Kaitlin realized that she broke another rule by speaking to the other girl, but it was Sir Damien’s order, so she wasn’t going to worry. Melissa nodded her understanding and rushed down the hallway. Kaitlin stood in the shadows watching the sub bow to Sir Damien and accept a leash being attached to her collar. A pang of sadness clenched her heart. How she wished she had been chosen to go to the club with him. The club’s
name intrigued her. She wondered what went on there.
Kaitlin walked slowly to her room. She plopped down on her bed and closed her eyes. Though she desperately wanted to fall asleep and forget the entire day, her conflicting emotions made it impossible to get rest. Attraction equals distraction. I am supposed to be learning something here, not falling for the Trainer.
Chapter Five
Damien spent the night in distracted frustration. Though he was at his favorite nightclub showing off his fine accomplishment, he couldn’t concentrate very long on any conversation. Melissa stood in perfect submission dressed only in a fishnet body stocking and heels, her head bowed, accepting his tugging on the leash and obeying his every command. Within the first hour, he already had three new clients and their subs would be arriving in the next few days for continued training. Other single Dominants had given him their business cards and asked to be invited to his next party.
He should have been happy that he and his sub were garnering all of the attention in the room. It was everything he had hoped for. Yet he was miserable. And it was all Kaitlin’s fault. Damn her for turning me on and leaving. He had stayed in the steam room for a half hour after she left, waiting for his hard-on to subside.
Tonight, Club Exotica was filled with patrons sporting their favorite fetish clothing. A tall, ugly man dressed in a red wig, a woman’s knee-length dress and heels stood midway between the men’s and women’s restrooms, looking back and forth between the signs. He finally chose the women’s restroom and Damien chuckled.
A dark-haired male sub around forty clothed in a little girl’s dress was bent over the end of the bar, a dolly clutched in his arm, accepting a sound spanking from his Mistress.
An obese female sub was being whipped on a St. Andrew’s cross by her skinny Dominant. TVs in all four corners of the room played constant videos of submission and Domination. The one showing now was of a slave being whipped while hanging upside down. Yep…it was a usual Friday night.
Sir Timothy slid in next to him at the bar and smiled. Damien glanced his way briefly and arched a brow.
“You’re late. I expected you a half hour ago.”
The young Dom frowned at Damien’s brusque tone. “I’m sorry, Sir. I got held up by an accident on I-95. I apologize if my arrival has put you in a bad mood.”
A bartender dressed in a bowtie and diaper greeted the newcomer.
“May I offer you something to drink, Sir?” Though no hard liquor was served, sodas, tea, water and non-alcoholic drinks were available.
“No thank you. Nothing right now.” The bartender nodded and backed away.
Damien assessed his apprentice. Though nothing would help his baby face, Tim was now sporting a neatly trimmed mustache in the same light brown as his short hair. It gave the appearance of a few extra years, but Damien hoped he would soon bulk up following his personal Trainer’s diet and exercise regime. Having a larger physique would give Tim a commanding appearance, which would complete the look.
“It’s all right. You’re here now. I brought Melissa with me tonight. She’s been training with me for about a month. I think the two of you would work well together.” He softened his approach, realizing that he should focus on his reason for being at the club rather than the person who caused him such irritation.
Damien tugged gently on the leash and Melissa came around to stand beside him.
A smile lit Tim’s face and Damien was pleased. He was quite good at matching personalities and hoped that by the end of the night, they would have hit it off.
“Turn around, girl, and let me have a look at you.”
Damien nodded his approval of Tim’s request and the young sub obeyed, twirling slowly for inspection.
“Mmmm, very lovely.”
“Good. I’m glad you approve. I see an empty table in the corner. Why don’t you two take some time and get acquainted? I’ll join you soon. In the meantime, I see an old friend who I’ve been remiss in contacting for a while. Excuse me.”
Damien handed the leash to Sir Timothy and headed toward a tall, bald gentleman. Though the place wasn’t as busy as usual, Damien still had to skirt around small groups of people before he could reach his friend.
“It’s about time you showed up here,” Damien teased. The man turned around, draped his arm over Damien’s shoulder, and pulled him into his circle of friends.
“I’ll be damned! Damien. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from you. I thought maybe you found yourself a little piece of heaven and disappeared with her.”
Kaitlin’s face popped into Damien’s mind at that comment and he groaned inwardly. He was trying hard to forget about her, but she seemed to surface no matter what he did. “I’ve been extremely busy and time slipped away. I meant to be in touch.”
“Yeah? Well, being busy is a good thing, right? Everyone, I’d like to introduce you to Damien, probably one of the best damn Trainers you’ll ever meet.”
Damien shook each person’s hand in the group. “Pleasure to meet you too.”
“Hey, we’re going to have a special guest at our next meeting of the East Coast SMers. He’s coming to demonstrate a new Japanese bonding technique. Thought you might be interested,” his friend said.
“Thanks, Jason. I would like to see that. Always interested in advancing my knowledge, you know.”
“Absolutely! And then, of course, you have to go home and practice with someone so you don’t forget it, right?” Jason poked him in the ribs.
Damien nodded. “That’s right.” Once again, an image of Kaitlin emerged, this time she was tied in a way that made him hard just thinking about it. Damn.
“Ah, here she is. Damien, do you remember Cynthia? I bought her training package from you at auction about three years ago.” A tall, blonde sub walked toward them carrying two sodas.
Damien smiled. He never forgot a face. “Of course I remember her. She was in my first batch of trainees. How’s it working out?”
“Oh I tell you, we couldn’t be happier. Hey, you want a blowjob? She’s got a fabulous tongue that’ll drive you crazy.”
The thought of having oral sex with anyone other than Kaitlin didn’t appeal to him. He wanted her hands and tongue on him and no one else’s. But he had to be careful in turning down his friend’s offer.
“Perhaps another time. I’m here with one of my subs and a Dom in training and I told him I’d be back soon. But thanks for the offer.”
His friend shook his hand. “No problem. I understand. I’ll send you a notice of the meeting.”
“I appreciate that.”
Tim and Melissa were engaged in a serious conversation by the time Damien arrived. He had to clear his throat to get their attention.
“Damien! Sir, please join us. Here, have a seat.” Tim pulled out a chair next to his.
He looked back and forth at his sub and apprentice. They both appeared relaxed and happy. “So, how’s it going?”
Tim looked over at Melissa and smiled. “We haven’t covered everything, but I explained that I’ve been studying the manuals you recommended and watching movies on techniques and now I’m ready for some hands-on experience.”
Damien nodded. “That’s good. Did you discuss the kinds of things that interest you and her limits?”
“Yes and we agree on many things. With your permission, I’d like to visit Melissa and perhaps have a training session with her.”
Damien smiled. He was about to suggest that very thing to his young apprentice.
“All right. Let me see what we can do.” He pulled out his scheduler and checked his appointments. “It appears I have an opening at two thirty tomorrow afternoon. Come over and I’ll spend some time with you and Melissa in the dungeon.”
Tim reached over for Melissa’s hand. “I’d like that very much, Sir. Thank you.”
“Welcome. Now let’s find a seat near the stage and watch the demonstrations.”
They located three seats up front just as the lights were dimmed and s
potlights focused on the couples on the stage. Though Tim seemed totally absorbed in everything that was happening, Damien couldn’t engage his interest as he normally would have. He occasionally saw a technique that he thought Tim could try and pointed it out to him. But his mind kept drifting to the pool and the dark-haired sub swimming in the moonlight.
Stop it! What the hell is wrong with me? Why does that woman have such a magnetic pull on me?
He was grateful that Tim had joined them, for he provided a nice distraction for Melissa. Damien looked over at his sub and saw that she too was enthralled by the spectacle of Doms whipping their subs and others administering spankings.
The show ended around two in the morning. As the lights came on and the crowds dispersed, Tim shook Damien’s hand.
“Thank you, Sir, for inviting me here tonight. This has been a fantastic experience. I really felt part of the crowd and know this is where I belong. I’m looking forward to meeting with you and the girl later today.”
Damien nodded. His friend looked happier than he had seen him in a long time. “I’m glad you came too. See you later. Melissa.” He tugged gently on the leash and the submissive followed him to his SUV.
Damien drove home in silence, occasionally looking in the rearview mirror to check on Melissa. She was pensive too, with a slight smile. He would bet any money that her thoughts were on Sir Timothy and their conversation tonight. The chemistry between them was quite evident and he had a good feeling about them.
He wished it could be that easy for him. But his situation was much more complex. Even though Kaitlin stirred something inside him that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time, he had to be careful.
He pulled the car into the driveway, turned off the ignition and opened the car door for Melissa. She followed him and waited while he turned the key in the lock. They walked into a dark and silent house. He released the leash from her collar and hung it by the front door.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself tonight, girl. You may answer.”
“Oh I did! Thank you. I had a wonderful time, Sir.”
