BindingBen

by Sierra

  Binding Ben

  Sierra & VJ Summers

  With luscious curves and a desire to dominate, Stacey Stanton is a masterful Domina with her own pleasure room at a local club. It took three long years for her to become comfortable in her own skin, let alone with her need to Domme, and her silence cost her the relationship with the man of her dreams.

  Ben has always wanted to explore his sexually submissive desires, but feared giving in to his needs and opening himself to the experience. That fearfulness ruined his relationship with Stacey. Now, with nothing left to lose, he’s finally ready to man up and explore his submissive self.

  When Stacey and Ben meet again in the most unexpected of places, they’ll have to decide once and for all if theirs is a love worth fighting for—especially since they’re fighting their own fears.

  Binding Ben

  Sierra & VJ Summers

  Chapter One

  Stacey Stanton smiled demurely, her blue eyes scanning the guests filling the elegantly appointed club. She sipped her white wine quietly, tapping her long red nails against the crystal glass. There were more people here than usual for a Sunday night get-together. Not that she minded. She was hoping to meet some new faces.

  She adjusted her silver sequined mask; it fell to just below her nose, covering most of her face. She enjoyed these parties. They enabled her to indulge in her dominant nature, but at the end of the evening, she could go home alone.

  A low murmur swept the room and Stacey’s eyes darted toward the foyer where Alex Johnson was standing. He’d just arrived, and now many partygoers rushed to greet the well-known Dom. Stacey suppressed another small smile and the urge to join the crowd. Knowing Alex, he’d seek her out soon enough, and she wouldn’t have to compete for his attention. Alex had been her instructor ten years ago, training her how to be an effective, powerful Domme. Though their teacher-student relationship had ended, their friendship had not. When her relationship with Ben self-destructed three years ago, it was Alex she ran to.

  The older man had comforted her through many tears, lectured her sternly on the perils of hiding who she really was, and eventually introduced her back into the lifestyle she had given up the moment she’d met Ben Reynolds.

  She leaned back against the wall, patiently watching Alex maneuver through the crowd in her direction. A man followed closely behind him.

  Stacey was unable to make out anything about Alex’s companion, other than his height, in the dim lighting. She wondered if this was Alex’s new pet. Though he claimed he was a raving heterosexual, Alex would occasionally train a male submissive. Stacey knew that in this world sexuality was fluid, not so much black and white.

  “Mistress S. So good to see you made it.” Alex’s smile lit his face. He kissed her on each cheek.

  “It’s good to see you as well, Master A.” During these parties, first names were rarely ever used. It fostered trust as well as the anonymity that so many preferred.

  Unless you had a relationship with your sub, it was best to keep things neutral.

  “I want you to meet a new friend of mine.” Alex waved his hand over his shoulder and the man who had been standing a few paces behind him approached.

  His head was lowered and he kept his eyes to the floor. Stacey licked her lips as her gaze traveled up his rather large, muscular frame. His black leather pants lovingly cupped his thick thighs, and the matching leather vest hung open, displaying a gorgeous, ripped torso and a delightful pair of golden nipple rings.

  The standard, black leather collar he wore buckled in the back and had a plain silver ring on the front. Like him, it was new.

  “You may look up and address Mistress S,” Alex murmured. Stacey waited with bated breath as the man slowly raised his eyes to her face.

  Her wineglass fell sharply from her suddenly trembling hand. A thousand thoughts raced through her mind, piercing her with well-remembered pain. She covered her shock by looking at the floor where the crystal lay shattered.

  “Oh, sorry. I am clumsy tonight.” She bent to retrieve the broken stem, fumbling as she stepped away from the wall. She felt the strong hand of the sub grasp her wrist and Alex spoke softly.

  “Allow my pet to take care of that, love. I don’t want you to cut yourself.”

  Her paralysis broken, Stacey snatched her arm from the man’s grip. Her wrist burned. It couldn’t be, not here, not now… She wanted to flee, run away from the house, the party, and the memories.

  Ben, her Ben, was kneeling before her, cleaning up her mess—as a sub!

  “May I have a private word?” Alex asked.

  Stacey couldn’t speak past the lump in her throat—she thought it might be her heart. She managed a half nod and allowed Alex to lead her away from the mess.

  “Slave, you are to stay here. I will send along someone to take care of the mess.” Ben’s beautiful whiskey-brown eyes lifted to Alex’s face. “Eyes cast down,” the Dom rapped out sharply.

  Chapter Two

  Tucking Stacey’s arm in his, he walked them out onto the veranda, to a quiet corner where they could be private.

  Stacey bent over as she finally released the breath she was holding.

  “Oh God, Alex. You have to get him out of here.” By sheer force of will, Stacey kept the tears that stung her eyes at bay.

  “Shhh, dear girl. It will be all right,” Alex assured her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and lowering her to sit on an ornate stone bench.

  “I knew your reaction might be strong, but I had no idea it would give you such a fit.” His refined British accent tickled her ears.

  “You knew who he was when you brought him here?” She didn’t realize how shrill her voice was until Alex squeezed her hand, causing her a moment of pain.

  “Stacey, you will calm down and listen to me.” His voice was firm, and left no room for disagreement. “Last month, I was at a party. I began talking to a Mistress who said she was trying to train a young male but was having difficulty making a connection with him.”

  A month, one whole month, and Alex never mentioned a word to her.

  “Now, before you get all cross with me, allow me to explain.”

  “No explanations necessary, Alex. I’m leaving!” She started to rise, but Alex’s grip tightened on her arm.

  “You will sit and listen, Stacey. Or have you forgotten that you were once my pet?”

  Stacey cast her eyes immediately to the floor. Ten years ago, Alex had shown her that in order to be a good Domme, she had to experience what her subs experienced. Before she could earn the right to dominate anyone, she had to learn what it was like to kneel at another’s feet.

  “Imagine my surprise when I stepped in and interviewed your Ben. It seems that your young man was always a submissive in his heart but never brave enough to explore his desires.” Alex loosened his hold on Stacey, rubbing her wrists. “And all this time, each of you was hiding your true self.”

  Three years ago, Stacey and Ben had met at the local gym. They’d flirted over fruit smoothies and bottled water, and when he’d finally asked her out, Stacey had wanted to run squealing around the room like a middle-schooler. They’d dated for a little over six months, and she’d fallen completely, irrevocably in love. Their breakup had been more devastating than anything Stacey had ever experienced, before or since.

  She closed her eyes in pain. Hiding what she really was had been at the core of their breakup, but she couldn’t believe such a thing about Ben. He was so strong, so vital. She couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her big, strong fireman was, indeed, a sub.

  “Alex, there has to be some kind of mistake.” She shook her head in confusion. “Ben never gave even a tiny hint that he had any submissive tendencies. In fact, we watched a movie once where
the man was a sub, and Ben spent the whole movie grumbling about how he couldn’t understand why the guy would willingly give up control like that.”

  Alex sighed. “Stacey, dear, he was hiding from who he was. Did you ever give even a little hint that you had dominant tendencies?”

  “Well, no.” She realized she sounded sulky and defensive, but couldn’t seem to stop herself. “After his reaction to the movie, I was afraid to even broach the subject. I wanted him more than I wanted to dominate him.” Fat lot of good that had done her, she thought, remembering the vague dissatisfaction that had quickly escalated to suspicion and ugly accusations before she’d finally walked out the door, forever.

  “If he’d known what you liked, Stacey, I know he would have given himself over to you.”

  “I don’t think so, Alex. Our sex was strictly vanilla; we never even masturbated in front of each other.” Stacey put her head in her hands, reeling with the cruel twist fate was throwing at her.

  “I brought him here for you.”

  “What?” Stacey’s head snapped up, meeting Alex’s somber eyes.

  “He longs for the right woman to come along and take him in hand.”

  Her heart cried in triumph while her head screamed for her to run like hell.

  Alex stood, pulling Stacey up by her arms. “You are that woman. He need never know who you really are, but let’s face it, dear, you’re not over him. Dominate him and by the end of the night you will either have him back, or have excised him from your heart.”

  “He’ll know it’s me.”

  “Not necessarily, dear. You’ve finally quit starving yourself, and look like a woman rather than the mannequin you did three years ago. Besides, you’re wearing your mask, and if you do your job properly, you’ll have our Benjamin too distracted to notice little things that might give you away.”

  Stacey slapped Alex’s arm lightly. “Thanks for reminding me that I’m fat again.” She’d been on an extreme starvation diet and lost weight shortly before meeting Ben. He’d dated the very thin, workout-crazy Stacey. Yet another way she’d denied who she was during their relationship.

  After the breakup, Stacey had dropped her diet and workouts entirely, wallowing in her misery and pints of Mackinaw Island Fudge ice cream. Over time, with the comfort of Alex and her other friends, Stacey had resumed her workouts at a more realistic level. Yes, she’d gained back some weight, but it had only served to fill her out and make her soft. On the plus side, not only had red meat crept back into her life but so had her breasts, a development she was enormously thankful for.

  Alex had brought Ben here for her. A shiver that was as much fear as anticipation crawled up her spine. Could she do this? Could she spend an evening with Ben and then walk away?

  Stacey had missed everything about being with Ben, from his goofy sense of humor to the way he insisted on opening doors for her, but in the dark hours of the night, her biggest regret was that she’d never had Ben at her mercy for his pleasure.

  Maybe the question wasn’t could she do this. Maybe it was could she not do this? Could she walk away from the chance to fulfill almost four years of fantasy? Maybe dominating Ben tonight would allow her to let go, to move on and find happiness in the future.

  * * * * *

  Ben kept his eyes obediently down, waiting for Master A to reappear with one of the most sensual creatures he’d ever seen. He’d known better than to touch her without permission or invitation, but he hadn’t been able to resist. And the minute he had, he’d felt a deep, stunning connection. One that he’d not felt in three years… Not since he’d fucked everything up so brilliantly and let Stacey walk out of his life.

  How many times, while they were making love, had he wished she would spank his ass, slide her finger deep into him, and make him do even one of the kinky things he’d jacked off thinking about?

  How did you tell the only woman you ever loved that you wanted her to tie you up and take you?

  Shit, she would’ve had a stroke!

  So instead of manning up and confessing what he’d needed, he’d been a complete asshole to her. In his fear, he’d hurt her, and he didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself for that.

  Not a day passed that he didn’t think about her, miss her, but he never found the guts to call her. Each time he picked up the phone, he’d chicken out. Stacey was not that kind of woman. She was kind, caring. She was a nurse, for fuck’s sake. She took care of people; he couldn’t ask her to give him pain.

  He’d lost Stacey, but the urge to submit had only grown, twisted with his guilt and festering in his broken heart. Six months ago, he’d awakened in a cold sweat after still another nightmare. Stacey’s horrified face floated before his eyes, and he could hear her voice ringing in his ears, calling him a pervert. Time wasn’t healing this wound, and Ben had realized that he couldn’t live a straight vanilla existence any longer. The time had come to set out and find his submissive self.

  He’d almost given up, so many Dominas he met were either into complete humiliation or wanted a twenty-four-hour slave. Worse than that, Ben found that even the most beautiful Mistress only stirred his cock, not his soul. No woman but Stacey had ever touched him beyond the physical and he feared no other woman ever would—ever could.

  Then he met Master Alex. The Dom never touched him in a sexual way, but he taught Ben the joy of a flogger against his skin, how good it felt to be bound, to want, to need, and to give up all responsibility to another.

  Eventually, Ben had discovered both of the things he needed—with his Mistresses, he found the sexual euphoria and release his body craved. With his Master, he tasted the spiritual peace of belonging to another. Now if he could just get both of those things from one person, one Mistress who could own his body and heart…

  Then Alex had begun to tell him stories of his former submissive turned Mistress—her beauty inside and out, her gentle nature, and her ability to take a man to heights he’d never dared to dream. For weeks, he’d teased Ben with this woman, until, in Ben’s dreams, Stacey’s face was replaced by an unknown woman. This unknown woman.

  She was as stunning as Alex had described—soft, full curves and large, generous breasts. One look from her big blue eyes had made Ben hard, instantly. He wanted to be on his knees in front of her, following her every command, submitting to her every demand.

  He couldn’t keep the grin from his face as he saw two sets of feet appear before him.

  “You may look at me,” the Mistress allowed. Her voice was low, soft, and holding a slight hint of gravel. Ben wanted to hear her cry out her orgasm in that raspy voice, to hear the evidence that he gave her pleasure.

  He lifted his gaze. One long red nail tipped his chin up, and she looked him in the eye.

  “Would you like to be my pet tonight?”

  Ben’s eyes widened in surprise; he wasn’t usually asked, but commanded. Ben knew he could always refuse, Alex had made that clear. But the Mistress’ courtesy shot a tingle up his spine as he forced his excitement down and fought to remember his etiquette.

  “If it would please you, Mistress, I would be honored to belong to you.” He was eye level with the small velvet pouch that hung at her waist. He watched in fascination as her delicate hands loosened the drawstring, and she retrieved a thin silver leash. It was plain and simple in construction but as she clipped it to his collar, he felt as if he’d been given gold.

  “Rise and follow me.”

  He stood eagerly, and then bit his tongue as Alex leaned forward and lovingly kissed her supple mouth. Jealousy, raging and completely irrational, rocked him to his toes but before he could embarrass himself or totally piss her off, she tugged the leash and led him toward the stairs.

  Chapter Three

  Stacey’s heart raced as she felt Ben’s body heat at her back. She breathed slowly, deeply, forcing herself to calm as they climbed the stairs to the second floor.

  Stacey had her own private room in the Victorian house-turned-club. A private space
filled with all her favorite toys. She loved her room. The walls were tinted several shades of purple, her favorite color. She didn’t have a lot of heavy furniture in the room, just a king-size bed draped in white and lilac. Fresh flowers decorated the room, adding their perfume to a scattering of fat pillar candles hand-dipped from beeswax.

  In the corner was a small chest of drawers that housed most of her toys, and along one wall stood a leather upholstered table she used on occasion when punishment was desirable.

  She wrapped the leash around her wrist, tugging Ben into the room after her. Her pussy was moist as memories of a naked Ben crowded her mind. He remained quiet, but she expected no less. Even if Alex had only trained him for a month, he was a stern Master. He would have explained the rules of etiquette very clearly and punished Ben accordingly when he broke them. In fact, now that the shock had worn off, Stacey was surprised Ben had dared to touch her without permission when she’d dropped her glass. Foolishly, she felt a flicker of warmth at the idea that he’d been as driven to touch her as she was to touch him.

  She walked over to a velvet wingback chair and sat, pulling the chain in a downward motion. Ben went to his knees, his whiskey-colored eyes cast down, waiting for her instruction. The sight nearly overwhelmed her, and Stacey carefully blinked back the moisture threatening to flood her eyes.

  “Do you prefer to be addressed by your name, or shall I simply call you pet?” She kept her voice low, completely different from her normal, bubbly way of speaking.

  “Ben. I prefer Ben.”

  “Fine then, Ben. Your safe word is violet.” He nodded his agreement. At this point, Stacey would usually take the time to question her subs, learning their likes and dislikes, what activities they would or would not engage in. But Alex was training Ben, so Stacey already knew the answers to most of those questions. Alex would never have agreed to train someone who was on the fringe of the lifestyle, who practiced the more brutal and bizarre aspects of BDSM.