There were about fifteen of them, full of books and other things that she thought Patrick might want one day. Although he’d never shown any interest in them. She briefly considered taking a few into the house and going through them, to see if she could find some clue to the key, but decided against it.
Only three of the boxes held records of any kind, and she didn’t think there would be anything that said, “key,” on it. Fred barked from the doorway. When she turned her attention to him, he grabbed his toy and growled around it in an effort to gain her attention again.
“OK, boy, but just for a bit. I have a date tonight.” She could have sworn the dog gave her an “I don’t believe you look,” and she laughed.
“It’s true. With a real live man. You’ll get to meet him one day and I hope you like him.”
Fred dropped the toy and barked. Lucy figured it either meant “hurry up and play with me,” or “I’ll believe you have a date when I actually see him.”
They played fetch for a few more minutes before Lucy went inside the house to shower. Since she didn’t have to dress, getting ready was easier. She did her hair and makeup and then laid out her favorite purple dress on the bed. It was loose and flowing, with a very full knee-length skirt, and always made her feel special when she wore it.
She picked out shoes and jewelry, and put them next to the dress on the bed. Rhett jumped up to investigate, and she shooed him away.
“I don’t need cat hair on my dress. Stop that!” Scarlet jumped to the top of the bed and watched with barely concealed amusement.
Lucy had just told the cat to behave herself when the doorbell rang. She ran to the front, clutching her robe around her and checked the peephole before opening the door to Lake. He stood there with a sack in his hand and a smile on his face.
“Hi,” she whispered.
He stepped inside and kissed her forehead. “Disobeying me already? I thought I told you to be naked.”
“I am.”
Lake looked pointedly at the robe and Lucy looked away. “I’m uncomfortable with being naked.”
“You should follow your Master’s directions, Lucy. Take it off.”
“Lake, it’s so light in here, I just…”
“Take it off. I’m already going to punish you for breaking my command. If you don’t take it off now, there will be two punishments this evening.”
She bit her lip and waited.
“Lucy, do you want to submit to me?”
“You know I do.”
“Do I? Because if you did you would follow my orders without hesitation.”
Lucy nodded, then slowly dropped the robe to the floor. She gathered her arms around her waist and shivered.
“Corner.”
“Excuse me?”
“Find a corner. Put your nose in it. Hands behind your back, legs spread.”
“Is that my punishment?” Lucy put her hands on her hips defiantly and took a step back.
“No, that’s you standing in the corner while I decide what to do. If you’re not careful, this evening will turn into one huge punishment. Corner. Now.”
Lucy threw up her hands in disgust and looked around. She found an empty corner in the dining room and got into position, her face burning with embarrassment. Why had she done that? Lake had been nothing but nice to her, and here she was, goading him.
After a few minutes, she heard the beep of a number being dialed on a cell phone. Lake’s voice rang loud in the room.
“Hey, what’s up?” There was a pause, and he laughed. “Listen, can you meet us at Tygers around eleven?”
Lake paused again.
“I know, but I need help with a punishment. Great. We’ll see you there. Bye.”
The phone clicked shut.
“Come here, Lucy.”
She moved in front of him. “You can’t be serious. You’re going to share me? After one night? You’re a pig! I should have known!”
She pushed against his chest and he grabbed her hands.
“Did I say I was gonna share you?”
“You just called someone to meet us at Tygers. That sounds like sharing to me.”
“Why would you assume that so quickly? Did Brandon share you a lot? Did he make you do things you didn’t want to do?”
Lake cocked his head and Lucy looked away. Finally, she whispered, “Yes.”
“I don’t work that way, Lucy. I thought you understood that. I’m not going to share you tonight. I can’t promise that I never will, but we’re not ready for that stage. I would like an audience, however, to use as a punishment.”
“This man watching is my punishment?”
“He’s going to watch your punishment. It’ll be both of them in one fell swoop. This will take you way out of your comfort zone.”
Lucy bit her lip and tapped her foot.
“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now. I’ll leave and it will be over. No questions. No hard feelings. I enjoyed last night immensely, and it will be a great memory if you decide to stop.”
“You would do that for me?”
“Any good Dom would, Lucy. Domination is not about forcing someone to do something. Domination is about consensual activities, trust, and bonds, and taking people to new levels.”
Lucy nodded.
“Listen, we didn’t talk about a safe word last night, and that’s my fault,” Lake said. “If, at anytime, you decide you want out, just say the word, and it’ll be over, whether it’s just the scene we’re in, or the whole thing. What would you like the word to be?”
She glanced up at him.
“How about swoop?”
“Done. All you’ll have to do is let me know if it’s just that scene, or the whole arrangement. Understand?”
“Yes.” Lucy paused and then said, “Master.”
“Good. Now, for your presents.” He held up the bag.
“I still get my presents?”
“Of course you do. I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Hop up on the table here and sit on the edge, with your legs spread.”
When she was in position, he traced the slit of her pussy.
“I love that you’re pierced, and that you did it for yourself. But I wanted to give you new rings.”
“But…”
“Hush. New nipple rings. A new bar for your hood piercing, complete with slave ring, and new labia rings. All from me, and all fourteen-carat gold, since I know your old ones are gold and didn’t bother your skin. I bought them today and took them home and made sure they were thoroughly cleaned. Now I’m going to change them out.”
“You’re going to change them?”
“That’s right. And you’re going to sit still like a good little subbie. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He opened the bag and took out two boxes. Lucy raised her eyebrows.
“What’s in the other box?”
“You’ll see.”
The first box held glittering gold rings.
“Your job is to lie still. No movement at all, understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He pinched each nipple and Lucy pressed her lips together to stifle a moan. He gently popped the ball from the left ring, and then the right one. When he’d slid the ring from the piercings, he gently traced her areoles. Lucy gasped, then swallowed another moan when Lake said, “Lucy. Behave.”
He continued to trace her areoles and nipples, trailing his fingers back and forth over the peaks. Lucy thought she would come right on the spot. She’d never had anyone do something so very erotic to her.
He was content to touch her, teasing her skin until goose bumps began to rise.
“Master. I…”
“Hush. Such pretty little nipples.” He tweaked each one, then slid the new rings through, attaching the balls and tugging on each one as if to make sure it was on properly.
Lucy’s pussy was on fire, and he hadn’t even touched her there. She could feel wetness pooling beneath h
er and when he leaned down and sucked first one, and then the other nipple into his mouth, Lucy moaned.
“Test run,” he said when he was done. “Spread your legs wide for me.”
It was sweet torture when he tugged on her labia rings, his fingers teasing her swollen lips. He quickly unscrewed the balls and removed the rings, replacing them quickly before leaning over and inserting two fingers into her wetness.
“Master, please. Can we…can I…? Master.”
Lake remained silent. He pumped her quickly with one hand, the other tugging alternately on each labia ring. Lucy tensed to keep from pumping her hips, his order not to move running over and over in her mind.
When he pulled back from her she wanted to beg him to return, beg him to come back. Instead, she followed his order to stay still and silent.
When he gently traced the bar of her hood piercing she shivered.
“I’ll give you that one,” he said. “The bar I bought has two large beads. We’ll put the larger one against your clitty. It’ll be heavier and provide a different sensation for you, or so Destiney said.”
“She’s the one who pierced me. Did you tell her these were for me?”
“Yes. She remembered you. And she worked something up for me today that will work with your piercing to provide greater stimulation.”
Lucy moaned when he unscrewed the ball at the top of her bar, and slid the bar out of the hood, quickly replacing it with the new one. The new ball felt heavy against her clit.
“I think I’m gonna come.”
“You’d better not. No orgasm until I say so.”
“Master.”
“Lucy.” The warning in his voice was clear.
“I won’t, Master. I won’t.” She repeated the mantra in her head, willing her clit to calm down.
When he was done, he caressed her thighs. He leaned down and ran his tongue along the bar. Lucy hissed and clasped her hands into fists. His tongue traced the bar over and over and her clit throbbed in response. She just knew if he touched it she would come.
“Master, please!”
“Not yet. Get up and walk around, take it for a test drive.”
Lucy gasped when she stood. Her first few steps sent sweet thundering vibrations through her body. Her clit felt like it could explode at any minute.
“Oh.” The word came out as a hiss and Lake laughed.
“I take it the gifts meet with your approval.”
“They do. Thank you, Master. Makes me wonder why I never tried a larger ball before.”
“Good. Now, come back here and sit so I can give you the final part of the present.”
Lucy walked back toward the table, her clit throbbing. She sat down in the exact same spot and glanced at Lake.
“What is it?”
Lake opened the box and held up a thin chain.
“For your nipples, a little chain to go between them, with little locks on each ring to hold it in place. I’ll have the keys, of course.”
“Will it show through my clothes?”
“Shouldn’t. If it does it should just be the outline. Nobody should be looking that closely at your nipples except me.”
He snapped each lock in place and the chain swung between her nipples.
“Wow.”
“Feel good?”
“Yeah. I mean, yes, Master.”
“You’re doing fine. Now, for the finishing touch. Clit jewelry that will rest against the bar, and provide you stimulation all night.”
He held up a piece of jewelry. The clasp was small, and Lucy was sure that it was meant to fasten around the upper part of her clit hood bar, held in place by the new larger bead at the top. Hanging from each side of the clasp were two strands of delicate chains, studded with tiny stones. At the bottom of each strand were larger stones.
“Oh, I…”
“You’re gonna love it. Now lie back and relax. Your Master commands it.”
Chapter Six
“The lady would like the seafood pasta, and I would like the lasagna. And could you bring us extra bread, please?”
The waitress flashed Lake a smile that Lucy knew was about more than bringing extra bread. When she’d walked away, Lucy scoffed. “Geeze, why do skinny little bitches have to act like that? Doesn’t she know that we’re together? We’re sitting close enough.”
“Relax, baby,” Lake said. He leaned in and kissed her cheek. “How’s your clitty?”
“Aching.”
“Be a good girl and I might let you come during dessert.”
Lucy stared at him, then shook her head.
Be a good girl? Who was he kidding? Damn, her clit felt like it was on fire. The jewelry, coupled with the new bead against her nub, stimulated her each time she moved. It was almost like having a tiny vibrator attached. It didn’t help matters that the tiny padlocks attached to her nipple rings added weight and more sensations there, too.
They were in one of the most romantic restaurants in Albuquerque. The lights were low, the music soft and sensual. They were sitting close together in the booth, their bodies not quite touching.
The waitress returned with the bread and Lucy fought back a growl.
“Jealousy doesn’t become you,” Lake said. He took a bite of his bread. “Tell me about Brandon.”
Lucy, who had been in the process of taking a drink of tea, nearly choked. “Excuse me? You want me to ruin my appetite?”
“No, but I’m concerned about what he did to you. I want to know exactly how screwed up he was.”
“Do I have to? I mean, can’t you just go with the explanation that he screwed me over?”
“No. I want to really know you, Lucy. I want to know what makes you tick.”
“Not Brandon.”
Lake laughed. “Maybe not now, but he did at one point. And he hurt you very badly. So spill the beans. I’m all ears.”
“Can I have a glass of wine?”
“One. I want you fully alert for our session later.”
He signaled the waitress and ordered a glass of blush. After it was delivered, Lucy took a huge drink and sighed. “Brandon and I were the same age. We met when we were twenty-six through mutual friends. At first it was nothing more than friends. Then, a few years later we got together. We married. We stayed married for a year. We divorced. End of story.”
Lake made the sound of a buzzer. “I didn’t ask for the digest version; I want the whole story. If I have to pull it out tooth and nail, I will.”
“Fine.” Lucy took another drink. “We’d been friends for two years when we went to this party together. He got me toasted, and we slept together. I liked it. He was gentle and sweet. Then, he introduced me to BDSM. And I loved that.”
“What sort of an introduction did he give?”
“Bondage, spankings, that type of stuff.”
“Tame. You said he was a poser. How did you figure that out?”
They fell silent as the waitress appeared with salads. When she was gone, Lucy shifted in her seat and groaned. Lake chuckled.
“Just hold on a little longer. Tell me how you figured it out.”
Lucy swallowed a bite of lettuce. “It was Margaret who figured it out. I knew she and Chad were into it, so I asked her some questions. She told me about Tygers, and Brandon was all freaked out to go. We went as Chad’s guests. After a few visits, she’s the one who told me he was a selfish wannabe.”
“How did she come to that conclusion?”
“Brandon told me that a sub did what she was told, with no questions asked. If she didn’t like it, she just had to tough it out; that was her job.”
“Bastard. Gives us a bad name.”
“We were already married by then. I started to ask questions, wondering why other subs seemed to like things better than I did. He got very angry. He didn’t hit me, but I knew that he wanted to. He told me that if I didn’t like it, I could get out of the house.”
“The house you’re in now?”
“No. This was a house we’d re
nted. We were young, and we were stupid. We accepted a lot of those ‘you’re pre-approved’ credit cards. Brandon handled all the money, and I never saw the bills. I didn’t use the cards that much, and had no idea he’d run them up to the limit. Then, creditors started to call, and things got worse for us. One night I told him that I was tired of arguing, and of his bossy nature. I woke up the next morning and he was gone. I haven’t seen him since. We did the whole divorce through lawyers. After that, he disappeared.”
“And that was?”
“Two months before Craig died. Craig helped me file for divorce and get a new house. He suggested that I file for bankruptcy, but I didn’t want that hanging over me. Then Craig died. And now here we are.”
The waitress cleared the salads and delivered the entrees. Lucy stared daggers at her when she smiled at Lake.
After she was gone, Lucy took a few bites.
“Tell me,” Lake said. “What made you decide to come to Tygers last night? Because, honestly, I thought you wouldn’t.”
Lucy looked at him. “I almost didn’t. But I talked myself into it. It took a lot, let me tell you.”
“Are you sorry?”
“No. It’s just that I…”
She twisted her hands in her lap and looked away.
“Relax. Finish what you were going to say.”
“My mother married and divorced, over and over. She’s on her seventh husband.” Lucy laughed. “When I was with Brandon, I kept thinking things would get better. But they didn’t. I would watch Margaret and Chad and think, ‘I want that.’ I want someone who cares about me. Not that I’m saying you will be that man, I just…crap, I’m not doing too well on this.”
“Surely I wasn’t the first guy to ask you out in a year.”
“No. But you were the first one who was so persistent. The others all took no for an answer and left. When I found out you were a Dom, I was curious to see how you differed from Brandon.”
“And?”
“It was incredible. Brandon would never have done what we did last night. He wasn’t worried about bonds and trust. He was just worried about getting his rocks off.”
“I get that idea.” He turned to her and gently stroked her thigh. He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I hope you understand why you’re being punished tonight.”
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