"Look at me, pet." The command slipped out.
"Taylor Mackinnon, remember where you are." Laura's words snapped into the silence.
Julia stiffened and looked him in the eyes. He didn't see recognition there, but someone who submitted so beautifully then slipped out as Silver had wouldn't be so obvious, would she?
"Oh, I remember," Tay said in as even tone as he could manage. "But you know, I like to see who I'm working with, don't I…"
Julia swallowed and rubbed her hands over her skirt.
"Silver," Tay said.
She stared at him, and to his admiration held out her hand. He was certain he’d found his Silver, but her demeanor did its best to make him doubt his thoughts.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Mackinnon, pleased to meat you. I'm Ju… Holy hell, Taylor Mack? You're Taylor Mack?" She didn't look best pleased. "Oh my…Oh, er right."
Tay took her hand, ignoring the way it trembled as he shook it. "For my sins, but not for much longer."
Her eyes widened, as she proceeded to take her hand out of his, pick up a notebook and a recorder, and settle back into a chair. You needed to look closely to see she was nowhere as comfortable as she tried to portray.
"Okay, well whatever's going on between you two, can you ignore it until we get this meeting over?" Laura asked with one eyebrow raised. Tay inclined his head and Silver-Julia blushed.
"Sorry, sis." Tay turned to Laura. "Yeah, let's get this business finished so Julia and I can move onto unfinished business. Okay, so last contract to be signed for Harry Finney, and check over the new one for Dommisimma. And whatever you say about it, or reiterate, I'm not about to skin Linsey, I'm not. But she isn’t getting me cheaply."
"Sis?" Julia asked, and blushed. "Sorry, but Laura is your sister?"
"I didn't come from an egg. I have parents and a brother as well. Now let's get this sorted. I have a busy evening, and I have a major discussion first."
Laura looked from him to Julia and shrugged. "Right so, this is the first thing to address."
****
"Where the fuck is she?" Julia stood in the cupboard, listening to the ire in Tay's voice. She shivered. How on earth Belle didn’t cave and tell him, she'd no idea. Hell, the authority in his voice damn near made her show herself and kneel in front of him. Nevertheless, she didn't. She needed time to think things over.
"I don't know, Sir."
She couldn't tell if Belle invested the sir with a dominant tag or used it as a polite form of address. Strictly speaking, Belle wasn't lying. Julia simply dashed into the room, grabbed her handbag, begged Belle not to say where she thought Julia might go. Then she'd promised to phone Belle as soon as she could, and dashed out. She'd not gone far, just into the cupboard that backed onto Belle's room. The thing had such weird acoustics that anything said in the room could be heard perfectly inside. The only downside being it worked both ways, so she'd have to be careful.
Perched amongst the spare loo rolls and paper towels, Julia gave thanks they had a conscientious cleaner. No dust covered the shelves to coax out an unwary sneeze, and no spiders to shriek over.
Her pussy spasmed as she listened to his mesmerizing voice speak to Belle. Like this and not able to see his face, she'd no doubt that Tay and Master T were one and the same person. Her Master T. No, he's not, not since I ran. And if he was, I bet I'd not be able to sit down for a week when he confirmed just who I was. Oh lord, I bet Laura's told him. Julia pressed her legs together as she thought of all the ways Tay could show her the error of her ways. Then the manner in which her thoughts turned her to mush, and her juices coated her thighs, became an exercise in not putting her hand inside her thong. Or rubbing her clit until she experienced that sweet rush of wet sensation as she shuddered and came.
She dragged her mind away from her needy body, and thought of Tay and his clever punishments.
But did she want him to address her misdemeanors? Her thoughts warred with each other. She'd run because of her relative innocence, and the revelation at how arousing and perfect the night had been. Even though she'd been well over the age of consent, the way she'd responded to his demands shocked the life out of her, and she'd been scared rigid. So after a perfect evening where she just begun to understand the beauty of submitting, she'd slipped out and raced back to uni.
She'd never stopped thinking about the night, and eventually realized how lucky she'd been with her first experience in a Dom/sub relationship. Even so, she'd never been tempted to try again with anyone else. Master T had spoiled her and she knew she'd be hard pressed to find that mesh of ideals elsewhere.
Now what? She'd been so caught up in her thoughts she'd missed some of the conversation. She heard Belle's answer to something. "Yes, sir, I'll make sure I'll tell her if I see her."
"Of course you will, Belle, thank you. Maybe you need to correct that to when, not if, eh?"
Belle's gasped. Julia imagined her red face as if she stood next to her. She heard the gentle noise of a door shutting. Then footsteps passed her hiding place and faded away. A faint whirring told of the lift in motion. She hoped it wasn't a trap and Tay had really left the building. Just as she decided to leave the tiny stuffy room, she heard Laura's voice coming from Belle's room.
"Where is she?"
"I don't know, really. She just said she'd phone me."
Julia imagined Belle biting her little finger and running it over her lips, a sure sign she was either worried or lying. She hoped to hell Laura took it as the first.
"Hmm, well make sure you tell her Tay is mega pissed. I don't envy her when he catches up with her. He'll take no prisoners, and whatever it is they have or had going, he doesn't think it's finished. Right, are you still both going out tonight?"
Belle must have nodded, because Laura laughed. "And I wish you luck with that one. Have a good time, and remember safety first."
A strange thing to say.
She gave it several minutes after Laura walked past in her distinctive high-heeled gait, before she took out her phone and sent a text to Belle.
Is it safe?
Belle answered promptly. Yeah, but who knows where or how long for. Meet me in Nolan's. I'll be there in ten. Oh and he's in a red soft-top.
That helped. Even so, Julia erred on the side of caution, thankful she'd said her farewells before she'd hidden. She took her shoes off and headed for the fire stairs, making her way out into a tiny pedestrian alleyway that led her to the bus stop. Then she froze.
The bus, he'd mentioned the bus. Dammit she'd walk to Nolan's. It was as quick anyway. It had been habit to head toward the bus. She shook her head at her stupidity and her hair spiraled out around her head. Even as she mentally kicked herself for her absent-mindedness, Julia took her jacket off, and pulled on the long flimsy silk kaftan she'd found when she cleared her desk out. She'd stashed it in her drawer months before in readiness for a night out they'd cancelled for some reason. She twisted her hair into a knot and arranged a scarf over it in a long floaty way to hide the distinctive color. Over the top, but at least she felt less conspicuous.
She made her way between shoppers and tourists across the center of the city. Only one busy road to cross, and once the lights turned to green, she and several dozen people flowed across the road and down the street on the other side. Of course, she didn't see any sign of a red soft-top sports car. That would be too surreal and coincidental.
Julia reached Nolan's, the coffee shop she and Belle preferred without any sign of a sports car, red or otherwise, and waved at the hot-bod guy behind the counter.
"Hi, Silv. Both of you, and the usual?"
Julia nodded and made her way upstairs to what Nolan called the Pref roon. Pref as in preferential and only those in the know, and with the combination for the lock, got to use it.
As she'd been at uni with him, hence his use of her nickname, she and her friends were some of the chosen few.
Why on earth had she introduced herself as Silver that fateful evening? Because it seemed sop
histicated and exciting. And because it was a night to cherish.
She'd been too sensible to go into the city by herself after she finally ditched her boyfriend. Nice, staid and conventional Les, wanted the same in a girlfriend. His approach to making love took so long. Julia despaired of ever losing her virginity. Therefore when her history society group broached the idea of going to the open night at a BDSM club within getting distance from the uni, Julia signed up. Even the raft of forms they'd filled in and submitted hadn't deterred her.
She’d been as green as grass, still technically a virgin, and no idea if the club was typical or not. However, she'd been more than pleased to find each person assigned to an experienced Dom to show them around and answer their questions. It had been made clear, it was a get to know and understand night only, unless they wanted more and signed even more forms and disclaimers. Even then, she’d judged not much taking part would happen. Which suited Julia, she just wanted to understand why her pussy clenched at the thought of wax play and blindfolds.
They'd been shown where to leave shoes, bags, and coats—not to Julia's relief skirts, trousers, or tops—and taken into a large open well-lit room, where they'd been introduced to several men and women. All commanding, and all with the air of "I'm in charge."
A tall, blond guy explained the rules and regulations, the look don't touch, the necessity for safe words, and how much they’d be allowed to participate in. As she'd thought, not much it seemed, but there would be some demonstrations later. Julia realized her thong was damp, her clit and channel wet, and her heart beat erratic, as they were given a brief run-down on bondage, Shibari, spanking, and wax play. Yes, she was interested.
Her Dom had been Tay, masked and dressed in leather trousers and a black fitted T-shirt. Even before he spoke, she’d quivered. When he did speak, it was as if all her birthdays came at once. His voice was how she imagined melted chocolate to sound as it slid over warm skin. She knew she blushed and shivered and her breath came in tiny pants. He gave a soft laugh that got her cream ready to coat her thighs.
"Yes, it's there, isn't it? I feel it, too." He rested her palm over the pulse in his wrist and she felt it jump and jerk.
"If you were mine, this is how you'd greet me. A soft caress here, followed by a kiss here." He’d brushed his hand over the soft leather hiding his cock from view. Julia risked a quick glance toward where he gestured. The hard outline showed proud against the leather.
"Yes, for me as well, and that, pet, is a no-go area in the club. Except for the greeting I’d expect, of course."
The disappointment was way beyond anything she'd ever experienced.
"Dammit," she’d said in an undertone and he’d laughed.
"Life is full of curve balls, my pet. This is a no sex club. Come on." He'd taken her toward a St. Andrews Cross, and explained the hows and whys. She cringed and of course he noticed.
"Not into pain, pet?"
How gorgeous his casual use of 'pet' sounded.
"I don't think so, not like that."
He'd looked long and hard at her, but in the end just nodded, and stroked her wrist. Her skin tingled and her mind registered how she wanted him to show her what she did desire. The attraction had been so instant, that within minutes he took her to one side.
"Color to go into this side room and talk, pet?"
She'd grinned. "Bright, green as grass, green, Sir. Oh lord well I am, but hell oh sorry. I mean, bright shiny all systems say yes green, Sir."
He took her hand with a chuckle and led her toward a room off the main area. Outside, attached to the door Julia noticed a chalkboard. He'd put the time, added his name as Master T, and then looked at her. "Name, pet?"
"Sil … er, Silver." She'd used her nickname.
He'd stared at her until she wanted to squirm, and then nodded. "Silver it is." He added it below his. "Initial this, please."
She complied then he stood back and ushered her in.
Once inside the room, which as far as Julia could see, was empty except for a bed, Mister T gripped her by the chin. "What is the first thing you thought when you came inside?"
Julia answered him without thinking about it. "Is that all?"
His shout of laughter rumbled through her, and his hand on her hair sent zaps of hot hard arousal to her clit and pussy.
"Well, we can't have that, can we? A disappointed sub. Now I wonder what we should do?"
Going on instinct, Julia knelt awkwardly in front of him—she'd done her research on line—put her hands behind her and bent her head.
"Please, sir." To her annoyance her voice shook and she cleared her throat. "I want to learn."
"What, pet? What do you want to learn?"
Julia swallowed. "Whatever you wish to show me, sir." Then she remembered one of the books she'd read. "Within my safe words."
He'd laughed. "Clever, pet. What are they and what do they mean?"
"Red, stop now. We may discuss why I'm calling red but until we do its non-negotiable. Yellow, I'm not sure about what's happening, and maybe we need to discuss it further. And green, oh yes, I'm very happy let's carry on."
He crouched in front of her and kissed her nose. "That seems to cover it. Well sub, I'm considered to be best at wax play. Are you willing to let me show you the beauty therein?"
Those words spoken in his velvet voice made her ream coat her pussy and thighs and the hairs on her arms stand up.
"Yes, Sir. Please, Sir." The salutation seemed so easy to say, and so normal to her, that it rolled of her tongue automatically.
What followed became the most special and mind blowing time of her life. It was all well and good saying no sex, but it had been sexual in its own way.
Tay showed her with both diagrams and pictures what would happen. Then asked her to sign yet more disclaimers, before telling her to shower to remove all lotions and perfumes.
When she'd exited the shower, a tall smiling woman waited for her. Julia blushed. She might not be ashamed of her hourglass figure, but she wasn't used to flaunting it.
"Master T said would you put this on, please? He reckoned you'd not be happy dressed just in a thong as he'd prefer." She'd passed a bikini to Julia who looked at it doubtfully. It was so tiny, Julia reckoned she'd be lucky to get her nipple covered by the top, it looked to be an AA cup and she was a DD. The bottom wasn't much better, but at least it covered her bush.
The other woman, "Call me Callie," giggled as Julia blushed. The way Callie’s face crinkled up, made her look much more approachable and ten years younger. Julia realized she was around the same age as herself.
"Master T?" Julia asked as she struggled to dress in the bikini without dropping the towel. "Does he ever go mask-less?"
Callie shook her head. "Nope, but he's so good no one worries. Look, honey, it's obviously you're like a newborn babe here. Believe me, no one will bother about your body, except to see the marks of your Sir or Master on it. For hygiene's sake, if you carry on you'll shave or wax your pussy, it's preferred, and you'll get used to being mainly unclothed. It's no biggie. Right, you're playing in private, but I'm dungeon master for you. Master T thought you'd be happier with a woman around."
The following hour had been eye opening, enlightening, and mind blowing.
"I'm tying you down, pet, for your own safety," Tay told her. "Color?"
"Green, Sir." Okay she didn't know how she felt about not having the chance to move, but then she trusted him to know best. Behind him, Callie leaned against the wall ever watchful. So she did have a get out of jail card.
Once the first drop of wax hit her chest, the intense sting was followed by a flush of arousal so strong Julia almost came there and then. At the stern, "do not come until I say so", she bit her lip, regulating her breathing instead. She flew. Nothing existed except each soft drop of wax, his quiet praise, and the way she was detached and watching herself flush and blossom.
He tapped her mound gently and spoke in his sex on legs voice. "Fly, pet. Come for me now,
Silver, show me how you let go." She done as he'd asked and experienced her first, non self-achieved climax.
Afterward, he wrapped her in a blanket, sat her on his lap and held her while she cried harsh sobs of release and relief.
Julia felt cossetted and cherished, and happy to stay curled up against him. She hardly noticed when Callie left the room.
"Pet, don’t go to sleep, we need to talk," Tay kissed her neck and pinched her nipple. Julia jumped. "Ow."
"No, that's not an ‘ow’. So what next?"
She looked up at him. He was the Dom, wasn't it his position to explain what might happen? Her confusion must have showed on her face.
"Pet, if we go any further, I 'm going to fuck you senseless, and that is senseless. I've known you for a few hours, we only know each other’s club names and I want you so badly it's bloody scary. How old are you anyway?"
"Almost twenty-two, why?"
"Eight years difference, that's fine. So it's up to you. You can get dressed, get on the coach, and go back to uni with the others. Or, get up, get dressed, and come with me. Aaron, the owner, will vouch for me, but you know it's a bloody stupid thing to do really. After all, we could be in cahoots. I'll get your clothes for you."
The way he behaved made her mind up, rightly or wrongly.
"I'm green, Sir. Make love with me."
Chapter Three
"Earth to Silv, come back to me."
Julia screamed and jumped as Nolan spoke, and then laughed nervously at him. "Hell, Nolan, you scared the crap out of me. Don't creep up like that."
"Silv, love, I didn't." He shook his head. "You were away in another world, and judging by the look on your face you didn't know whether to be happy about it or not. Here's the coffee. Belle's on her way up, she's deciding whether to have coffee cake or chocolate brownies. Both gluten-free, of course, she says you'll enjoy her choice."
"Ah, okay." Julia took the coffee cups from him and put them on the table. Apart from one other couple on the other side of the room, it was empty, and Nolan left her side to go and chat to them.
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