by Sasha White
He’d been expecting another tight, showy number, not the one-piece dress that skimmed from the curve of her breasts to the top of her thighs. It looked like she’d gotten out of the shower, and wrapped a thin, black, silky towel around her body before stepping into knee-high black leather boots.
“Wow,” he said.
She smiled. “You said a naughty night, so I’m ready for action.”
His blood heated, and his balls filled. So was he.
But first, “Lift your skirt and show me how well you listen.”
Her eyes twinkled and she tilted her head, making her thick, dark hair sway across her shoulders. “You said no panties. I’m being a good submissive and did as you asked.”
The words were right, but the twinkle in her eye said she knew exactly what she doing. She was testing him.
“Show me,” he commanded.
Lara stopped a foot away from him. Far enough way that he’d have to reach to touch, but close enough that her scent tickled his nose. Her full lips tilted and she lifted the hem of her dress without hesitation.
Karl’s breath caught when he saw her pussy. Not only was she pantiless, she’d shaved. Completely.
“Very nice,” he said, fighting the urge to touch. “Did you do that for me?”
“I thought you might like it. I like it.” She reached between her thighs and touched herself. “So soft, and very sensitive now. Even the breeze when walking is a turn on.”
Get a grip, buddy. His mouth watered and his fingers tingled. He wanted to touch, to taste, to delve between the thick lips and seek out all her hidden secrets.
Instead he just arched an eyebrow at her hand. “Did I say you could touch?”
“No.”
“Then stop.”
Her hand pulled away and she dropped her dress, her eyes glues to his expectantly. She was waiting for something from him.
He held out his hand to her, and when she laid hers in it, palm against palm, he pulled her close. He kept hold of her hand, and lifted his other to cup her cheek and stroke his thumb over her full bottom lip. “Tonight, you can ask anything you want, say anything you want, but you’re to do only what I say. Okay, sugar?”
Her pupils dilated slightly and he heard her breath catch. Then she nodded, her grip on his hand tightening slightly.
He pressed a soft kiss to her mouth and stepped back. “Good girl.” He gestured to the door and she sashayed through it.
Lara locked up the house and he took hold of her hand again, intertwining their fingers as he led her to his truck. He’d toyed with the idea of using his bike, but he’d asked her to wear a skirt, and it wasn’t quite warm enough to have bare skin on the windy road.
“So where are we going?” she asked as soon as he climbed in and started the truck up.
“The Dungeon. It’s a private club I belong to.” He swiveled his head and met her gaze. “One that will help you to understand what I want, and expect from you. And what you can depend on from me.”
“What about what I want from you?”
“We’ll cover that, too.” He bit back a smile. She was quick.
“I did a little research on BDSM and this Dom thing, and I have to say, some of it sounds too good to be true, while other aspects of it are pretty scary.”
He’d planned to just sit and talk with her for the first while once they reached the club. He wanted to let her get a good look around while they talked about limits and safety, and get comfortable. He should’ve expected Lara wouldn’t wait for explanations from him. She took life head on and full speed ahead, and this was no different.
The streetlight ahead of them turned red and Karl slowed the truck to a stop. When he glanced at her she was watching him closely.
“Tell me what you learned,” he encouraged her. “And always feel free to ask me anything”
“How many submissives do you have? Do you top men as well as women? What’s my safe word going to be? Are you just into the bondage and discipline, or the sadomasochism thing, too?”
A bark of laughter jumped from Karl’s mouth before he could bite it back. When he saw her brow snap forward he immediately leaned toward her. “Come here.”
She leaned in and he kissed her. Soft, slow and sensual, just touching his tongue to hers before pulling back. The car behind him honked and he started forward again, the light green.
“What was that for?”
“I wasn’t laughing at you. Your knowledge and questions surprised and pleased me. The kiss was a thank-you for asking them.”
“Oh.”
“I’m what’s known as a loving Dom, or a gentle Dom. I’m not into large amounts of pain or humiliation, and those I play with don’t often require it from me. I believe in the reward and denial system of training.” He flicked his eyes from the road to her quickly. “But make no mistake, I will punish you if you disobey.”
He saw her nod, her mouth twisting slightly. “So this is more than just a ‘do anything once’ game. You’re interested in training me?”
There was an empty parking spot almost directly in front of the Dungeon and Karl pulled into it, turning the truck off before he turned to face her, his pulse racing.
“I don’t want you to think of it as training. Not yet anyway. For now, I just want you to think of it as an introduction to your true nature. No!” He put a finger against her mouth when she started to interrupt him. “I know you don’t believe me, and that’s okay for now. I’ll earn your trust.”
He could see the gears in Lara’s head turning. Her eyes brightened and little white teeth nibbled at her bottom lip.
He reached out and stroked his thumb over that lip soothingly. “You always have a choice, sugar. For tonight, you can watch only, or you can be involved. But if you say yes to being involved, then you are mine. I have complete control of what you do, and what happens to you. You will submit to me, and my desires. Understood?”
She nodded once, and Karl’s pulse raced while he waited for her answer. He was right to give her the choice now, and if she said yes, then it was the last choice he was giving her. “Do you want to decide now? Or go inside and check things out a bit first?”
Flames leapt to life in her eyes. “I understand, and I don’t want to just sit and watch. I’m yours.”
Pleasure washed over him and he let her see a glimpse of it. “Very good. You can always ask me anything, but do not disrespect me by talking back, or balking at my commands. You asked what your safe word would be?”
Lara nodded, her eyes bright and nipples visibly hard through the thin material of her dress.
“You don’t get one. Forget about what you read or what you’ve heard, and concentrate on what you feel. I’m in control, and you must trust me to be aware of what you need, and to give it to you.” He took a deep breath and felt his own hunger stir. “I can smell your excitement, Lara.”
He felt the shiver that rippled though her and she met his gaze. “Yes, Sir.”
Adrenaline coursed through Lara’s veins. She felt like she was on a ledge, and below her was an abyss. A very tempting and beautiful abyss that was full of unimagined pleasures.
Karl helped her step down from the truck, and kept hold of her hand as they approached the club’s entrance. He led the way down a set of stairs and past the huge linebacker of a doorman that held the door open. There was another set of stairs, narrow ones that lead them down into the underground club. With each step, Lara became aware of the steady, throbbing music, and the way her pulse seemed to match it, becoming heavy and languorous.
At the bottom, there was another bouncer, and this one greeted Karl by name. “Good evening, Master Karl. Your booth is ready for you and Julie will be serving you tonight. Is there anything else you’ll need, sir?
“Thank you, Josh, but I think that will be all for tonight.”
Karl kept his fingers entwined with hers as he led Lara through the club at a leisurely pace. He exchanged nods and smiles with a few people, but he didn’t stop as he
made his way to the back wall. Lara tried to be casual about all she was seeing, but she was sure her pounding heart could be seen clearly by everyone in the room.
The Dungeon had chains and manacles hanging from the walls, and the dimness of the cavernous room had a blue tinge to it that made it warm, yet a touch surreal. People were dressed in various degrees. Some wore casual street clothes, others were topless, some were in full leathers, and a few looked like they’d stepped directly out of the erotic photos she’d found on the Internet.
Lara knew she looked good, but a sudden exhibitionist streak had her wishing she’d worn a thong so she could strip off the dress and strut.
As soon as that thought entered her mind, an older man wearing leather pants and a vest with silver studs walked by holding a leash. On the other end of the leash, walking a step behind him was a plump woman wearing nothing but the collar attached to the leash, and a silver chain that hung between her pendulous breasts, clamped to each nipple.
“Here, sugar.” The humor was rich in Karl’s voice as he directed her to slide into the circular booth he’d stopped at. She met his gaze as she slid across the cushioned seat and couldn’t hold back her delighted grin.
“This place is amazing. How come I never knew it was here? I play pool at the pub directly across the street and I never even noticed it.”
“Maybe you’re not as observant as you think you are?”
She smacked him in the arm playfully and went back to looking around the room hungrily. The place had a very different feel to it for her. She was always comfortable in bars, she’d been hanging out in them since she was ten years old, but this didn’t feel like just a bar. It felt…electric.
Her heart was pounding, her blood was racing, and her thoughts were slowing. Feel, Karl had said to just feel.
When a pretty girl in a black leather bra and tight leather pants that laced up the front stopped in front of their table, it took Lara a moment to notice the small nametag pinned to her waistband, and realize she was the waitress.
Julie asked Karl what they would like to drink, and left to fill their order without a word spoken to Lara.
Indignation swelled at being ignored and she tensed. But before she could speak, Karl laid his hand along the back of the booth, and his fingers gripped the hair at the base of her skull tightly.
He turned her head so she was facing him. “I ordered you a juice,” Karl said, as if he could read her thoughts. “Remember, you are mine, Lara. Trust me to take care of you. That includes ordering your drink.”
Their gazes locked for a tense moment as Lara realized just what she’d agreed to. A knot of arousal curled low in her belly and she automatically lowered her gaze from his piercing one. Once her gaze was lowered, Karl’s grip loosened and his fingers massaged the back of her head.
Sensations swamped Lara. Pleasure, anger, fear, and arousal. How could she feel so much at once? All brought forth by a man she barely knew.
She gave herself a mental headshake and straightened her spine. She could do this. She could do anything.
“Look at me, Lara.”
He could’ve easily made her look at him again. His hand was still buried in her hair, it wouldn’t have taken much. But the command was in his voice, not in his hand, and that is why Lara raised her eyes to his once again.
Karl’s eyes were dark whirlpools that sucked her in. She could feel her doubt and insecurities flow from her at the clear confidence in that gaze. The strength in that hand wrapped in her hair was not there to hurt her, but to guide her.
“Yes, Sir?”
The words floated from her lips naturally, and everything in her softened at the pride and pleasure that filled his gaze. His lips tilted and his eyes closed in a slow lazy blink that made her pussy clench. “Come sit closer to me. I want your hand always on my thigh unless I say otherwise.”
Lara shuffled closer, her hand reaching beneath the table and eagerly settling on the muscled thigh that now brushed against her bare one as Julie arrived with their drinks. Karl called her his while she was there, and it gave her comfort to know that he was hers as well.
Julie smiled and left the table just as another female caught Lara’s eye.
She looked almost like a pixie with short wispy hair that framed her face, and a small diamond flashing in her nose. Her tight body was shown off to its best in a white fishnet body stocking, with only a scrap of silk wrapped around her hips sarong style. But something about the way the woman walked had Lara’s nails digging into Karl’s thigh.
No, it wasn’t her walk, it was the way her eyes were zeroed in on Karl as she sashayed right up to their table, and slid into the booth on his other side.
“Hello, Master,” she said, and put her hand on Karl’s other thigh.
18
Lara’s hand started to slide off his thigh when Jan sat down and Karl turned his head to look at her, warning clear in his voice. “Lara.”
Her hand stilled and her gaze left Jan to focus on him. Temper was clear in her bright blue eyes, but it was tinged with a bit of doubt. Leaning forward he pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, he didn’t want her having doubts. “Lara, this is Jan. I want you two to get along.”
He turned to greet Jan, who’d been waiting patiently like the good submissive that she was. He pressed a soft lingering kiss on her lips and smiled into her pretty grey eyes. “Jan, sweetie, this is my new friend, Lara. She’s my guest, and it’s her first time here. I want you to be her friend, okay?”
His choice of words wasn’t lost on Jan, and her eyes widened, before she lowered them briefly. “Yes, Master.”
“How was your day today, sweetie?” He made small talk with Jan for a few moments, stroking his fingers through Lara’s hair the whole time. He wanted to give them a few moments to get accustomed to each other while he was in the middle, then he’d make the next stage of the night clear to them.
Karl could tell by the tension in Lara that she didn’t know what was going on, but Jan was fully aware of the importance of Lara being his guest.
Jan knew he’d never brought a date to the club before, he showed up here, played, and, occasionally extended an invitation to certain playmates to his home.
That made Lara special.
Fortunately, he’d been playing with Jan on and off for a couple of years, and knew she had no intention of trying to settle down with him. Jan enjoyed the sexual games, and was a bit of a pain slut, but he wasn’t the one for her, and they both knew it. It was why they were so good together when they played.
After a few moments of silence, Karl’s hand stilled in Lara’s hair and he spoke clearly so they would both hear. “I’ve booked a private room for us tonight, ladies, but it won’t be ready for another hour. So what I would like right now is for you, Jan, to take Lara on a tour of the Dungeon. Show her everything, and answer all of her questions.”
His fingers tightened warningly in Lara hair and he leaned forward to speak in her ear. “Jan is a good girl, and has known me for years. You can ask her anything about me, our play together, and the lifestyle, but you do so with respect. She’s earned it.” He pulled back and met her gaze, showing her how serious he was. “You understand?”
The pulse in her throat throbbed and he saw her swallow before she nodded.
“Good girl.” He put his lips to hers and gave her a long, slow kiss, his tongue slipping between her lips and tasting her until she moaned and softened against him.
“Jan, sweetie. You be a good guide and I’ll be reward you well.” He patted her thigh softly before giving it a small but vicious pinch.
Her cheeks flushed, and a bead of sweat popped out over her lip. “Yes, Master,” she said in a breathy voice.
“Good, you girls go become friends now.”
Karl watched the two women slide out of the booth and look each other over for a moment before Jan gestured Lara forward. Lara flashed him an unreadable look before turning and walking away, and he let out a slow breath.
Lifting his beer, he took a slow swallow and looked around the club, letting his thoughts wander. He knew Lara was anxious to be fucked good and hard, and if she behaved well, he might reward her at the end of the night. But before that could happen, he needed her to understand that while joking and being sassy had its place, when they played, he was the boss.
Her “do anything” attitude thrilled him, but he needed her to be sure she understood what that encompassed when she said it to him. Excitement settled in his gut. Tonight she’d get a look at exactly what he was capable of.
He took another drink of his beer when he lost sight of his girls as Jan took Lara down the hallway that led to the Shared room. He wished he could be there when she saw the public play. He knew it would make her little exhibitionist heart flutter.
The hair on the back of Karl’s neck stood up and he tensed. He was used to stares and looks but this felt different, someone wasn’t just looking at him, they were watching him.
The crowd shifted and he saw Marie sitting at the bar. She smiled at him and waved her fingers. He smiled back and nodded. Their talk had gone better than he’d anticipated the night before. He’d told her that he’d done a lot of thinking, and he felt that he wasn’t enough for her. She was sweet, beautiful, and loving, and she deserved someone who could fill her needs better than he could.
When she lifted her drink from the bar and moved in his direction Karl stifled a groan. He’d known her easy acceptance the night before had been too good to be true.
“Hello, Marie,” he greeted her.
“Hello, Master.” She came to a stop at the edge of his table and he deliberately did not invite her to sit.
“You don’t need to call me Master anymore, Marie. We’re just friends now. How are you?”
Something ugly flickered across her face, but it was gone so quick he wasn’t sure if he’d imagined it. “I’m doing well. I was just getting ready to leave for the night and saw you sitting here. I thought I’d say hello, to show you there were no hard feelings.”
