Take Me With You

by Sindra van Yssel

  “And it works wherever you want to touch or with whatever part you want to touch with.” Fritz grinned lecherously and turned to talk to some new visitors.

  The thought of those sensations on more erogenous zones intrigued her, yet it could easily be too much. It looked like there was a knob on the wand which was set near the middle, so maybe it could be toned down.

  Craig steered Alicia over to the rope bondage, which had the longest line of all.

  “I think I could do this,” Craig said after a few minutes of quietly watching Gerald wrap coils of rope around people.

  “Why this, when some of the other things bother you?”

  “This doesn’t cause pain. It’s not like, well, hitting a woman.”

  To Alicia’s mind, it was a lot scarier. Tied up, she might be unable to move or resist whatever he wanted to do. Admittedly, he was bigger and stronger than her, and so a similar situation might exist the moment she was alone in a room with him. She trusted him enough to risk that situation. But being bound was a different matter in her head.

  “Always leave a room for a couple of fingers between your rope and the skin of your partner,” Gerald was saying, demonstrating on a tie he had made around a young woman’s wrist. They listened for a while. Most of what Gerald had to say was directed at tops. She wouldn’t be tying any knots. She wasn’t sure how she felt about Craig doing it. But maybe it’s the gateway. Get him to tie me up, and then who knows what he’ll want to do next. She remembered what he’d said about hitting a woman, though. Is he going to feel any better with hitting a helpless woman?

  But he did it. He spanked me and made me come.

  Craig moved his arm up, molding his hand to comfortably cup her breast. A few moments later, he moved his thumb across her nipple, rubbing the lace against it. She looked at him, but he appeared to be intently studying the rope demo.

  She didn’t think she’d be concentrating on it any longer. She leaned her head against Craig’s shoulder and sighed. It was so strange to be played with so obviously in such a public place, yet no one was giving them a second glance, and her sighs were drowned out by moans and screams from elsewhere.

  He stepped behind her and started playing with both breasts while watching over her shoulder. “We’re never going to get through this line, you know.”

  He was probably right, although she wasn’t sure she cared anymore. Gerald was spending quite a while with each person, which she supposed was the nature of rope bondage, even if one’s fingers moved as fast as Gerald’s did. What she wanted to know was how far Craig was going to take it. As the evening wore on, more people were wearing fewer clothes. Over at one of the tables, a woman was giving a guy a blowjob. The notion that anything could happen was electrifying and frightening at the same time. All she knew for sure was that her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was wet and tingling, and every motion of his fingers on her breasts made her feel less like she could think.

  “I can definitely learn to tie you up, Alicia,” he whispered. “Would you like that?”

  “Yes.” Her reservations hadn’t gone away, but she was too turned on to say no to something that might be very exciting. She felt soft and yielding, like putty in his hands, the way she had when she was on the spanking horse.

  “I’ll work on that, then,” he said. He slid his hands from her breasts to her stomach, and she willed them to go lower. If he touched her clit the right way or put his fingers inside her, she suspected he could have her off in a minute or less, and he could do all that without exposing her if he slipped his hands under her waistband.

  He stopped. “But before we do much more, I’m going to need to process all this, so we don’t do something we’d regret.” It took her a moment to register his words.

  Dammit. He was probably right. She wouldn’t have consented to what she now wanted if she’d been asked at the beginning of the evening. He would be taking advantage of her. But she wanted to be taken advantage of. She said nothing. He kept holding her. She pushed her bottom back against him. He was hard.

  She grinned and pushed again.

  “I said we need to process,” Craig said, removing his hands and stepping to the side. “I’m not going to do my thinking with my dick. And you are not in charge here, no matter how sexy your bottom is or how good that feels.”

  She stared at him. That was the voice she wanted. Dominant. Commanding. And yet he wasn’t saying things she wanted to hear.

  “Let’s go home and meet up in a few days somewhere,” he said. “Or we can look around some more.”

  “You got me all turned on,” she accused.

  “Did I?” He smirked. “That’s very good to know. I suspected. You smell aroused. Your breathing gives you away. If we leave now, I might be open to coming back.”

  Might. Alicia was tempted to tell him she’d stay, thank you very much, but he could leave if he wanted to. “I have to go to the bathroom,” she said, which wasn’t completely untrue. Now that she had a moment to settle down, she’d become more aware of the effects of the Coke she’d drunk earlier.

  “Of course. I’ll wait.”

  She caught Karen’s eye as she walked across the room, and the other woman excused herself from her conversation and headed to the restroom as well. Alicia hadn’t been expecting that, but she was pleased. She wondered if Craig noticed.

  “So, how’s it going?” Karen asked as soon as they were behind the door.

  “He got me all hot and bothered and then just stopped.”

  Karen laughed. “Intentionally?”

  “Yes.”

  “Sounds like he’s enjoying being a Dom. Denial can be interesting sometimes, and frustrating. I once had a Dom who had me masturbate every day for two weeks, without being allowed to come. When I came at his hand after that, it was explosive.”

  “What happened?”

  Karen looked puzzled for a moment, and then said, “Oh, you mean to the Dom. He was travelling a lot. Had a girl in every port and, worse, lied about it. It was intense while it lasted, but honesty is crucial, especially if you’re going to be poly.”

  “Well, that’s not me. I just want one good man.”

  “I hope you find one. Or, should I say, I hope you’ve found one?”

  “Oh, I’m pretty sure he’s a good man. The question is whether he’s bad enough. You know what I mean?”

  “Sounds like he’s at least made a start, frustrated girl.”

  Alicia gritted her teeth. She’d almost forgotten, but the moment Karen said it, she realized her pussy was still aching to be touched. Karen laughed at her expression. “I need to get back, but call me later in the week, okay?”

  She has a little sadist in her. But it was still good to have a buddy. Alicia smiled. “Will do.”

  A few minutes and several deep breaths later, she walked out, more composed. The sexual frustration had faded to a low buzz in the back of her head. She looked around for Craig.

  He was talking to Parker and a big man who was wearing an orange safety vest over a black T-shirt. Fine. She wasn’t in a rush, and if she was going to head over to the three men, she wanted to be more covered first. She looked over at the table where her sweater had been. The two empty Coke cans were still there, but the sweater was gone.

  Craig must have picked it up. She walked over and asked, “Hi. Where’s my sweater?”

  “That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Craig said. “It seems to have disappeared.”

  “We haven’t been able to find it anywhere,” said the man in the safety vest. Now that she was closer, she could see black block lettering that said Dungeon Monitor on the front of the vest.

  “Well, I can’t walk out like this.” She folded her arms over her chest. Might be silly, given that she’d been walking around in just her bra for half the night, but she felt vulnerable now.

  “No,” Craig agreed and started unbuttoning his shirt. “But it’s legal for me to. We’ve looked all over, and I know exactly where it was left,
so someone picked it up for some reason. Maybe they thought it was funny.” Once he’d gotten his shirt undone, he shrugged it off and draped it over Alicia’s shoulders. “Come on, I’ll get you home.”

  “Thank you.” Alicia slipped her arms in the sleeves. Craig looked damn fine with his shirt off. He had enough hair that Alicia wanted to run her hands over his chest to feel the softness, but beneath was hard, defined muscle. Strong arms, square chest, six-pack abs.

  “It’s very unusual for stuff to get ripped off here,” Parker said. “We’re a tight community—opening, accepting, but small enough that word gets around if people misbehave. But these newcomer nights attract people who have no intention of coming back, and some of them figure a bunch of kinky perverts aren’t going to want the attention of the police, which is often accurate enough. What we do here is legal, and if it was something valuable, we’d have no problems with having the police in here, but for a sweater…” He held out his hands and shrugged.

  “I wouldn’t think it was worth it even if this place was completely vanilla,” Alicia said. “But thank you. Hopefully it will keep someone warm.” She buttoned up the shirt, feeling grateful.

  “We’ll give you a call if it turns up,” said the man in the safety vest before moving off.

  “I guess that’s that,” said Alicia. “We might as well go.”

  Craig escorted her out of the place and to her car.

  “Well, that was different,” said Craig.

  “Do you think you’ll want to do it again?”

  “Maybe,” he said. “We’ll see.” He touched her shoulder as she opened the car door, and she turned around. “We have to do something again. After all, I’ll want my shirt back.”

  She smiled. “Oh, is that why?”

  “Yep. Also, this.” He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her close. He kissed her, long and deep. She melted in his arms, enjoying the feel of his hard, bare chest through the thin shirt. Her nipples hardened, and the cool night air had very little to do with it.

  He stepped back. “Good night, Alicia. I’ll give you a call.”

  “Good night,” she said, but she was already talking to his back. She watched his bare back for a while as he walked away. Had he known how that kiss had made her go weak in the knees? Or how she loved the way he took control? Now, as he walked back to his car, she wondered if it was entirely fair that he left her wanting. Having felt his hardness, she knew he was wanting too. At least she’d had the one orgasm.

  Maybe I don’t even want fair. She couldn’t make sense of her emotions or put names to them. It had been an exhilarating but very confusing night.

  Chapter Four

  The temptation to invite Alicia over had been overwhelming. Craig’s cock had been hard most of the second half of the night, and he didn’t think his fist was going to provide him the satisfaction he needed, but it was going to have to do, because he had a lot to sort out.

  Craig went home to his town house and slept. He woke up in the morning knowing that he needed to find out more about the world he’d gotten himself into the night before. Alicia had gotten under his skin, and her submission was intoxicating. He didn’t know if it was healthy, but there was no doubt it made his heart beat faster. He wanted it again.

  And he didn’t like himself for it.

  What sort of man needs a woman to be anything other than an equal partner? And worse, what sort of man gets hard from hitting a woman?

  The fact that Alicia was getting off on it too was even more confusing. He was sure she wasn’t faking it, though. She certainly seemed to be a healthy woman who loved life. So what was the attraction to pain, or submission for that matter? He needed to get some answers, and reading things on the Internet was only going to help so much.

  He went through his exercise regimen to push the thoughts out of his mind, although they lingered below the surface through chest presses, sit-ups, and a three-mile run in the rain. He always felt good after his workout, and today was no exception. A warm shower rinsed the sweat off his body, soothed the soreness in his muscles, and left him ready to face the day.

  Naked, he walked back to his bedroom. His first thought was to call Alicia now that it was a decent hour and ask her why she liked being spanked. But he couldn’t think of a way to do it that wasn’t confrontational. He could wait.

  Thinking about Alicia had made him hard again. He still hadn’t done anything about that since last night. It was definitely time. He lay back on the bed and stroked his cock, thinking about Alicia. Thinking about her bottom and the way it felt to spank her. He shook his head, willing the thought out of his mind. He didn’t want that to get him off. Better to think of how she looked without her shirt, her breasts overflowing her bra, her dusky nipples poking through the lace. His cock would feel good between those breasts. Then he could slide down and enter her pussy. He thought of her spreading her legs for him.

  Yes, Sir, she would say. Anywhere you wish.

  And then he would move up and coat her breasts with his cum, claiming her. “My little slut,” he said as he gave his cock another jerk and spurted onto his belly.

  Now where the fuck did that come from? Why would I call her that?

  He cleaned his stomach up. I should worry less about whether Alicia has a screw loose and more about myself. But he knew it was only the idea that she might actually like the things he was thinking about that made them so arousing. It at least assured him he wasn’t the worst person. He started getting dressed.

  He’d gotten his underwear and pants on when he spotted the card Parker had given him. He picked up his cell phone from the nightstand and dialed.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi. This is Craig. We met last night at Knotty and Nice.”

  “Ah, I remember. With Sunny. What’s up?”

  Craig was glad that Parker had reminded him of Alicia’s alias, because he had forgotten all about it. Now that the conversation had started, Craig wasn’t exactly sure what he wanted out of it. Still, he pressed forward. “I was thinking about last night. Sunny wants me to be a Dom. And I’d like to learn more about how.” Actually, I’d like to learn more about why. And whether any of this is sane. But maybe I’ll learn that in the process.

  “Want to meet me at my house at one? I’m doing a scene with a girl who likes an audience. I’ll double-check, but I think she’d be happy to help me teach you.”

  “I’m not sure Sunny would appreciate that.”

  “No touching necessary. Just ask questions. You’ll probably benefit from her perspective more than mine.”

  That made sense. He could ask her some of the questions he wanted to ask Alicia without worrying about the consequences if she took offense. Although her answers might be different. The whole thing was odd. He couldn’t imagine inviting someone over on a date to watch. “Are you sure I won’t be in the way?”

  “I’ll give you a call back after I talk to her. But I think it will be fine. We’re both natural show-offs and like to teach.”

  “Okay.”

  By the time Parker called back to confirm and gave him the address of a house in the suburbs, Craig had gotten fully dressed in blue jeans and a red Liverpool jersey. He watched the last half of a soccer game and wolfed down a burger before heading over.

  * * * *

  “Oh, it’s you.” Karen’s smile took the edge off the words, but she was clearly surprised. “Parker said he had a friend coming over. I didn’t know who it was. Won’t you please come in?”

  Craig entered, keeping his gaze firmly on Karen’s face and trying to pretend he was used to being greeted at doors by attractive women wearing only underwear and heels. “Nice to see you again,” he said.

  “Nice to be seen,” Karen replied with a grin. “Come this way. Parker told me to lead you to the dungeon.”

  The dungeon? That sounded ominous. Even though Craig knew that BDSM playrooms were called dungeons, the term still evoked images of old stone, dripping water, and starving, chained prisone
rs. But he was soon distracted. He couldn’t help watching the way Karen’s bottom swayed as she walked. She turned the corner down some stairs and held the railing while she descended. Craig slowed his pace so he wouldn’t bump into her.

  The room Parker had set up in the basement was a miniature version of Knotty and Nice. There was a spanking bench in the center of the room, and Parker was setting up a St. Andrew’s cross like the one Alicia had been flogged on in the corner. Floggers, crops, and canes hung on the wall nearby. At the other end of the room were hooks in the walls and ceiling that looked sturdier than what one would need to hang plants. There was a couch, a large chest, and a small desk with a laptop on it. Despite being a “dungeon,” the room wasn’t dark or moody. The walls were off-white with a slightly violet tint, and the natural light that came in from two high windows was sufficient to illuminate the room without making it bright. The windows faced a fenced backyard, so the room was still private even without the curtains drawn.

  Parker was dressed in black jeans and a body-hugging blue T-shirt. He walked over to shake hands with Craig. “Good to see you again, Craig. I hope we can answer some of your questions.”

  “I hope so too. Thanks for taking the time,” Craig said.

  “No problem. I love to teach, even more than I love to do, don’t I, Karen?”

  “Those who can, do. Those who can’t…” Karen grinned, letting her voice trail off.

  “And those who are smart-asses end up with red ones, hmm?” Parker asked.

  “Hoping so, Sir,” said Karen with a curtsy.

  “We can combine a punishment with some instruction. What would you like to see me do to her, Craig?”

  Craig frowned. He didn’t want Karen to be punished at all. Her comment had been amusing and had obviously been meant in good humor. But both of them were looking at him as if it was a perfectly normal thing to ask. Even Karen looked like she was hoping for an answer, rather than dreading it. “May I ask a question or two first?”

  “Sure,” said Parker.

  “Why punish her at all?”