Nerves? Anxiety? Excitement?
His cock twitched when he realized he could not wait to find out.
Chapter 2
Though it was difficult to keep from answering when her friends arrived and questioned her, Blaze bit the inside of her lip and remained still and silent. She kept her head down but lifted her eyes and looked around, though could not see much.
She kept her breathing slow and deep, fighting down the panic that began to build as the minutes ticked by with nerve-wracking slowness. She tried to focus on the positive, that she was here and surrounded by people who, like her, needed kink in their lives to be happy. With each exhale, she pushed out the negative thoughts that she was not worthy of being here. She was worthy of finding a man who could see past the act she put on for the world to see the scarred heart of a woman abused. A man who could teach her about the gentler side of loving, one that did not include tears and pain.
She was so lost in her thoughts that it took a moment to realize two Doms now stood in front of her and that the other uncollared subs had disappeared.
“Blaze? Are you sleeping?” Master T sounded amused rather than angry.
“No, Sir. Just thinking.”
Without moving her head, she looked up their bodies as far as she could. Both men were wearing boots—one cowboy boots, the other serious hiking boots—with soft-looking, faded blue jeans.
“Stand up, sub. There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Keeping her eyes on the toes of their boots, Blaze stood as gracefully as she could, considering her left foot had gone to sleep. Once on her feet, she fought to keep her head tilted, her hands by her sides, and her shoulders relaxed.
“Look at me,” the other man said, his voice soft and low.
When she hesitated, two fingers came up under her chin and lifted her head until she was looking into his face.
She had just a few seconds to check out his body before meeting a pair of the gentlest brown eyes she had ever seen. And what she saw of his body impressed her. He wore loose-fitting blue jeans with an off-white button-up shirt. His body was fit, with narrow hips, a flat belly, and broad shoulders.
After a few seconds of looking into those eyes, she dropped her gaze to his nose, which was straight and perfect, to his mouth with narrow lips that reminded her of her father’s. Her father, whose so-called love had been shared through the back of a hand or a barrage of hateful words. Her gaze dropped further to his throat, and then the V at the opening of his shirt.
She flinched in surprise when his fingers tapped at her chin.
“Look in my eyes,” he said, his words soft and gentle, yet at the same time commanding in a way she had never experienced before.
Immediately she raised her gaze again to brown eyes that were not critical, but assessing as they looked into hers.
“Blaze, having talked to the Doms you have scened with over the past weeks, I have concluded you are confused about the reasons Mistress Jenna and I started Club Esoteria. A sex club is not for punishing yourself, but to spend time having fun with others who enjoy the same kinks as you do.”
“Yes, Sir, I understand that,” she murmured without looking away from the brown eyes that seemed to be reading her soul.
“You have not been having fun, little subbie. You have been using the club to hurt yourself for one reason or another that only you know. And that worries me. Tonight you face a choice. You can walk out right now, and I’ll cancel your membership, or you can spend the evening with Master Z learning to find the emotional release you seek in a different manner. Which will it be?”
* * * *
Before she had dropped her eyes, Andy had read pain in them, the soul-deep kind that people masked and suffered with instead of facing and dealing with. When she returned her gaze to his, he saw she tried to blank her expression, but read an interest and curiosity as to what he might have to offer.
That is, until Taurus laid out her choices for the evening. Then her grass-green eyes widened with horror. Obviously, she feared something, but what?
She blinked again slowly, and her expression went totally blank. It was as if she were trying to work something out without him knowing her thoughts. She was good, but from what he had already learned about this little sub, he knew she was trying to find a way to circumvent her choices.
“May I speak, Sir?” she asked after taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly in an obvious attempt to remain calm.
Her voice was soft and appropriately submissive, though her eyes sparked with an intense green fire that was anything but. All at once, Andy wondered if she was really as submissive as she had led others to believe.
“Yes, kitten, you may,” Andy answered before Taurus could.
He could not help the smile when her eyes widened again, this time in surprise. He guessed no one had ever given her a nickname before. But in his gut, he knew kitten fit her. From what Jackson and then Taurus had told him, Blaze Richards protected herself with bravado and snark.
He watched her as she rolled her lips over her teeth. Instead of commenting on the name, she swallowed hard and took a deep breath instead.
Good, she was able to control herself. Could that be the problem? She was so much in control that she had a hard time letting go?
“Is Master Z a member of the club? I’ve never seen him here before.” Though she continued to stare into his eyes, she directed her question to Taurus.
“He’s been a member for several months now, but you have never been here on the same night. He has agreed that…for tonight…you will not leave the main room. Any other questions?”
“No, Sir.”
“Very good. Now, what are you going to do?”
Andy did not realize he held his breath until the little blonde filled her own lungs before nodding. “I’ll stay, Sir.”
“Very well. I’ll leave you to it.” Taurus walked away, leaving them still staring into each other’s eyes.
Breaking eye contact, Andy looked around the club. They needed a quiet corner to get acquainted and maybe play a bit. His palms were itching with the need to see her wrapped in his ropes.
Seeing an unoccupied area in the back corner, tucked away behind a short wall and some plants, he nodded. Turning back to the petite blonde, he held out his hand, palm up. Then he waited patiently until she placed her hand in his.
“Good girl, kitten,” he murmured as he wrapped his fingers around hers. Angling his head toward the back corner, he said, “For now, we are going over there to talk.”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured as she followed.
When they reached the bar, he stopped and asked for two bottles of water from Jackson. “Good luck,” the bartender said with a smile.
Andy was not sure which of them his best friend was addressing, but knew they both might need it before the night was over.
* * * *
Blaze followed quietly, wondering what she had gotten herself into. Because she had been coming to the club so long, she and the Doms she had scened with in the past rarely spoke, beyond them giving her instructions on how they wanted her positioned. But this man was different.
Though not a huge man, he still towered over her, but then everyone towered over her five foot two inches. Master Z also radiated a dominant confidence she could just about feel. The air around him seemed to pulsate with power. For the first time since starting to hang out at Club Esoteria, Blaze found herself aroused just by the touch of the man’s cool hand holding hers.
“Do you have any problems being bound?” he asked once they reached the back corner of the room with a small couch and chair and table half-hidden by a short wall and a bushy tree.
“No, Sir.”
He nodded then dropped her hand. “Although your panties are cute and sexy, take them off.”
Though tempted to question why she needed to be naked while they talked, something about Master Z made her feel safe and that she could trust him without knowin
g him. Besides, there were people within screaming distance if need be, though she did not think she would be calling for help anytime soon.
She pushed the boy shorts down her legs, stepped out of them, and bent to pick them up. Folding them neatly, she offered them to the man who watched with an unreadable expression.
He took them without a word then pointed to the floor. Blaze knelt and assumed the slave position. The wetness on her pussy lips surprised her as she spread her knees and laid her hands palms up on her thighs.
“You will answer my questions truthfully and directly,” he said, settling on the couch in front of her. “And until I say otherwise, you will look at me and not the floor.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Lifting her head, her gaze caught on the sizeable bulge pressing at his zipper. Her pussy clenched, and more of her juices escaped, spreading up between her lips to coat her clit as well. Her nipples beaded behind the thin camisole, and she found herself breathing harder.
“Have you ever come while someone is beating on you?” he asked, his voice low and gentle and yet filled with a power that sent rippling tremors through her.
“No, Sir.”
“Have you ever had an orgasm inside the walls of this building?” he asked as he unzipped the bag he had been carrying.
Blaze swallowed hard before answering softly. “No, Sir.”
“Is that because you’re punishing yourself or because you have a hard time losing control?”
He pulled out a long coil of soft-looking red rope and set it in his lap.
Blaze thought about the question and mentally shrugged. “I don’t know. Sir,” she added when he sent her a sharp look.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm?” he asked, as if he was asking about the weather.
“This morning, Sir,” she answered, thinking back to the small but powerful lipstick vibrator that had become her favorite toy.
Master Z smiled at her answer. “And the last time a man gave you an orgasm?”
Though she had expected the question, Blaze froze as the truth blasted through her brain. She sucked in a sharp breath as tears filled her eyes.
A cool palm cupping her cheek brought back to the present. “Kitten?”
She had to swallow hard before she lifted her gaze to his and lied. “It’s been a long time, Sir.”
The truth was that she had never felt an orgasm at a man’s hand. Even the ones she forced on herself did little to untie the knots that seemed directly related to her lack of a sex life.
He studied her expression before he smiled down at her while the fingertips of one hand traced random patterns over her cheek and down her neck to her collarbone. His other hand rubbed over the front of his jeans, pulling her eyes back to his erection, which seemed to have grown even larger.
“Kitten, before this night is over, you will come at least once by my hand. And, if you’re very lucky, maybe even several times.”
Blaze snorted a laugh, her snarky disbelieving side breaking for a moment. “Yeah, right.”
“Ah, so the little kitten is skeptical. Well, I guess it’s time to prove my point,” Master Z said. With that, he stood and uncoiled the red rope, snapping its considerable length before running the entire length through his fingers, smoothing the kinks out of it.
Blaze turned to watch as he doubled the rope and then took hold of the center.
“Eyes forward,” he ordered softly.
She turned her head to stare at the couch as he moved behind her. “What’s your safe word, kitten?” he asked as he wrapped the rope under and around her ankles.
“Red, Sir.”
“Very good,” he said. “Hands behind your back, kitten.”
She moved, and he positioned her arms so that her arms rested palm to forearm across the middle of her back. Then his cool fingers brushed over her skin as he wrapped the ropes around them and secured them. She shifted and found herself unable to move her arms more than an inch or so.
“Any pain?”
“No, Sir.”
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked, catching her completely off guard as he did something further with the ropes. She fought the urge to snuggle into his touch as he traced his fingertips up and down her upper arms and over her shoulders where strong fingers began to massage the tight muscles there.
“Purple, Sir,” she answered on a sigh as he quickly and effectively loosened muscles that she had not even realized were tight.
Her breathing began to come faster as her body grew excited at the inability to move either into or away from his touch. When she relaxed her shoulders, his hands then stroked down the front of her body to her breasts.
“The color of creativity. Interesting. Mine’s green, the color of renewal and new growth. What was the first pet you ever had as a little girl?” he asked as fingertips ran around and around her breasts before he cupped his hands underneath each mound as if weighing them.
“My parents gave me two gerbils for my tenth birthday.”
Closing her eyes, she fought down the moan that wanted to escape as the pads of his thumbs began to brush back and forth over the silk of her camisole that covered her nipples. His teasing touch sent streaks of fire straight to her clit, contracting every muscle along the way. She wanted to bend forward and press deeper into his touch. She wanted to demand he squeeze the now-rigid peaks tight and give her pain to focus on instead of this pleasure that she was so unused to.
“Please, Sir,” she breathed when he did nothing else, just sat cupping her breasts and gently stroking her nipples.
“What does my kitten need?” Master Z whispered in her right ear just before he took the lobe between his lips and sucked at it.
Blaze tried to think, but her body felt out of control, demanding something she did not understand. She had never felt like this, even when she had been able to have an orgasm without using her toys. Her clit was on fire, her pussy dripping wet, and she needed something but she did not know what.
“I don’t know,” she finally admitted.
Chapter 3
Andy could feel Blaze’s heart pounding and her breathing growing shorter as she grew more and more aroused. Her words, though softly spoken, told him that they were in waters she had never been in before or at least not any time in the recent past.
Not knowing if pushing her further this soon would help or hinder the relationship he hoped to establish with this little fireball, he lifted his hands from her breasts.
“Not yet, kitten. We’re not done talking,” he said as he returned his attention to his ropes.
He slid one hand under the thick braid of white-blonde hair and smoothed it down her back to her waist. She pressed back into his touch, telling him that she was as touch-sensitive as he had figured her to be. But until tonight, her focus had been on pain and not gentleness.
Picking up ropes, he measured down the crease of her ass to the puckered star just out of his view.
“Have you ever had anal sex before?” he asked as he tied a knot in the rope that would press just against that sweet pucker, and then another a few inches farther down the rope.
“Yes,” she said as her body went stiff.
“Tell me why you didn’t like it?”
“How did you…” she started and then hesitated before saying, “we were both drunk. He missed my pussy, but wouldn’t stop even though I begged him to.”
“When I take this gorgeous ass, you won’t be drunk, and you won’t be begging me to stop,” Andy said as he coiled the rope and slid it under her between her thighs.
“When?”
“Oh, yes, sweet kitten of mine, when,” he stated simply before standing.
Picking her up easily, he moved her back a foot so he could get between her kneeling form and the couch to finish binding her. Smoothing his hands between her legs, he confirmed the first knot did indeed press against her anus. The second knot was in the wrong spot, so he adjusted it.
Her gasp of surprise confirmed t
hat the ball now pressed against her wet, knotted up clit. Shifting the rope aside, he ran two fingers up and down her center, gathering the slick wetness he found there before lifting his fingers to his lips. His eyes met hers as he opened his mouth and sucked her juices from his skin.
“Mmm-mmm, good,” he said with a grin.
His cock twitched with angry anticipation as her eyes widened, and she looked shocked at his actions. Knowing he needed to finish quickly because his own need for release was growing impatient, he pulled the rope up the front of her body and between her breasts and then separated them and laid one over each shoulder. Pulling the rope just enough to keep the knots pressed against her, but not tight enough to cause pain, he crossed them behind her neck.
After threading them between her arms and her body, he crossed them again just under her breasts, which plumped the mounds a little higher, before taking them behind her back again, this time over her arms. He tied them together and around the length that led from her arms down and between her legs.
Any movement of her shoulders or arms would pull the rope, which would press the knots tighter against her clit and back hole. Standing up, he walked around her, checking.
“Wiggle your fingers and toes.”
She did as commanded, and everything looked right. Then her hips began to arch back and forth.
“Nothing too tight? No pain anywhere from the ropes?”
“No, Sir. It feels okay, just…” She hesitated, still sounding bewildered as her hips continued moving, a subtle pulsating move that he knew was pressing her clit harder against its knot.
“Just what?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered softly. “I feel all itchy and tense, like something’s going to happen. I’ve never felt this way before.”
Andy knelt down and looked her straight in the eye. “What you’re feeling is arousal. Good, healthy, I-need-to-come arousal. Would you like to come now? Do you want feel what an honest, man-induced orgasm feels like? Or would you rather suck my cock first?”
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