“I love the way you think. Eight sharp and come prepared for a feast of fantasy.”
Shaking his head, he grinned and pointed his finger at James before grabbing his things. “Call me if anything come up this afternoon, but you’ll have the rest of the papers tomorrow morning.”
“Good enough.”
As Luke walked out of the conference room, he glanced at his watch. He’d texted Jessie before, telling her in no uncertain terms he was going to talk with her at nine sharp. He had to laugh as he headed to the elevator. He was the one counting down the minutes. Pressing his hand across the down button, he thought about the last night they’d spent together and the way she’d allowed him to handcuff her to the bed.
He loved the fact she trusted him more and more. They had barely entered into a taste of BDSM, something they’d talked but really hadn’t participated in. Luke craved showing her off, longing to have others in the BDSM community see just how incredible their relationship was, but he remained tentative. As the ping of the elevator pulsed through his ears, he clenched his fist, his body shaking. Suzzana. His heart was racing, pushing a hard lump into his throat. Now he’d actually suggested the concept to Jessie. Whew. What was his doing? Being ready wasn’t something he’d even thought about.
The truth was he’d screamed to the sky never again and here he was asking Jessie to share this part of his past, his… No, this was completely different and no matter what she wanted or asked with his request to try some new forms of kink, he was going to be careful.
As the doors to the elevator opened, Luke exhaled slowly. The last thing he needed was to introduce Jessie to the same lifestyle that… “No.” While the word was said under his breath, he could tell the other two people already on the elevator were watching him. Luke slipped into the middle of the crowd, refusing to acknowledge the fact they’d seen a blip in his armor. But was this just a blip? He shifted back and forth from foot to foot. A little pleasure tonight might just yank him out of his private moments of hell.
Luke thought about the meeting, putting certain pieces of the contract together in is mind. There was still a hell of a lot of work to do but he was ready to take the next phase of his business into the stratosphere. The notion giving him a smile, he parted his feet wide, giving the entire elevator the stance of a winner. Now he rolled his eyes.
As he stepped off the elevator he thought about the club he’d been longing to introduce Jezebel to. Shameless was a hot club. Specializing in aspects of BDSM, the locale was by membership only and very excusive. He’d been a member for almost four years, although he couldn’t remember the last time he’d been inside. He’d joined thinking he could have the life he once had before, but he hadn’t been able to stomach the concept. Maybe it was time to rekindle the fire that used to burn. There was also the party request, one that had surprised him. After how many years his buddies were reaching out to him again. Was he ready?
Twenty minutes later he was nursing a glass of bourbon in front of his hotel window, listening to the soft strains of a soul based music channel pulsing from the flat screen. As he tossed his briefcase onto the small table and pulled out his files, he couldn’t get Jezebel off his mind. There was something so enigmatic about her. Even the simplest ways in which she laughed or walked into a room were beguiling, especially to those who didn’t know her, but longed make more than just her acquaintance. He chuckled at the very thought.
Luke jerked off his tie and rolled up his sleeves before pulling out his laptop. He needed to go over his notes in preparation of what would be a long and arduous day tomorrow. But if he was lucky, he could finish this deal and perhaps at least garner a meeting with one of the other sports moguls. He thought about the surprise he had planned for her including a romantic night on the town. Well, romantic and kinky. Perhaps he was ready to finally show her off as his submissive in the limited circle of Dom’s he’d continued talking with. The thought remained daunting.
He tipped his head back, thinking about the very night the few men he trusted would meet her. The concept was calculating for him, something he’d thought about on several occasions, but just as he’d crossed the barrier he’d sequestered so tightly around his heart and soul for so many years, he’d continued to pull back. And his apprehension certainly wasn’t because he wasn’t proud of having the gorgeous woman on his arm, in his bed and wearing his collar.
Absently he swirled the tip of his finger around the thin lip of his glass, his mouth suddenly dry. He’d wanted to talk to Jessie more about going to the highly exclusive club, one designed to be by invitation only and after being checked and re-checked by the owners of the club. Shameless had been his haven, his entrance into the D/s lifestyle and the single place he allowed himself to be the man he’d buried inside his entire life. The club catered to every aspect of kink and BDSM, showering its members with indulgences few men and women ever participated in.
Taking a sip of his drink, he thought about one of the nights at the club, the very night he’d met Suzzana. Shivering, he eased the glass to his forehead and had to fight to control his breathing. The night had been so special and while Luke truly had little idea at the time what he was doing really with regards to being a Dom, Suzzana’s patient tutelage, her engaging personality and her unbridled trust had given him the courage to become the Dom he was today. Luke slowly lifted his glass as he walked closer to the window, the bright lights of Chicago showering down from even taller buildings around him.
Palming the glass, he concentrated on a group of shimmering lights just across the busy street. Luke closed his eyes, envisioning the first night at the club and the way Suzzana had taken Luke under her wing, all sass and willfulness enveloping every inch of her voluptuous body. They’d talked for hours as she introduced him to several of the rooms, each one specializing in different aspects of BDSM. They’d enjoyed as they grew close and the single night had turned into a month before either of them had realized what had happened.
Exhaling slowly, he continued to wish he could go back in time. He wished he could reverse the ways in which his needs had grown, screaming off the charts the more he learned. The more they celebrated the dark art together the more they’d more hungered. After four months, there had been little they wouldn’t try as a couple, engaging in edge play hard.
He took another drink and scanned the street. This would be the first time he’d been in a sex club of any type in these years. Perhaps Karma was interfering or intercepting, forcing him to let go of the past. Perhaps.
Shaking off the ugly memories, he turned on his laptop as he glanced at his watch. He certainly had time to finish his what he needed to for the meetings tomorrow before changing and going to the club. As he settled in, ready to tackle the last work for the day, his heart was racing.
****
Almost six when Jessie made it home, her arms full of packages, she stumbled as she rushed inside, so many things to do before Luke called. All through the afternoon she couldn’t help but think about what Tabitha had said to her. Was it so wrong to pleasure herself while he was gone? She knew what Luke wanted, her hot and randy the minute he walked into the door. But wasn’t she always like that anyway? Grousing, she tugged out the brand new paddle and ran her hand down the smooth wood.
The best part about the afternoon had been the look on Tabitha’s face when she not only dragged her into a little known sex shop, but also purchased a cane, a tawse and the expensive paddle. Okay, and a few other delectable items. Smiling, Jessie shook her head. The store certainly wasn’t the frothy kind where women went to purchase goodies and treats for bachelorette parties either.
The men and women took their jobs seriously and were delighted to give not only explanations but also demonstrations as to how each method of discipline was used. Rubbing her ass cheeks, she wasn’t entirely certain getting a whipping by a man named Horst had been the best idea. There was no doubt Luke would raise more than just his eyebrow at her decision. Grinning, she pulled out the cane
.
Crack!
“Oh lordie. That’s gonna hurt.” And damn if she didn’t hope her ass would be stinging for days too. “Mmm… My Sir, what will you think?” Next to be pulled from her bag of sin was a brand spanking new vibrator. She held up the crimson colored wand and sighed. Not only was the thick rubber shaft ribbed with tiny nubs that would bring sheer pleasure, but there was also a clit stimulator and an added bonus – a butt vibrator built right in. A girl couldn’t go wrong with something so snazzy.
Jessie ripped open the package and rubbed her hand up and down the entire length. “Purr-fect.” She jerked the “C” batteries out of the bag and inserted the necessary three. Hesitating, she finally turned on the switch and was delighted in the oh-so powerful levels of vibration. This toy would give her hours of extreme pleasure, if only she were allowed. Then the last treat nestled in the bag, a slender dolphin style vibrator. Sleek in body, it was designed to be carried discretely anywhere. The very inexpensive toy was the perfect addition to their traveling collection. Now she had to burst out laughing. Who knew sex toys were the must have in travel attire?
Wrinkling her nose, she brushed the tip down the length of her arm and shivered instantly. The treat was powerful to the nth degree. Maybe she could beg for a reprieve from her Sir. As she studied the toy, her mind thought about the kink she new Luke wanted to share with her. She hadn’t been able to admit to herself, let along him, how much she wanted to try some kink. Being owned wasn’t everything she wanted. Then again, she had no idea what she wanted. Jessie chuckle. Well maybe the toys were a tiny start. Yeah, right.
Checking her watch, she groaned and tossed the toys back onto the bed. She had over two hours to wait until she could even talk to him. Well, time for a glass of wine and answering some emails. Maybe some soothing music would help. She gathered the toys and put them back into the bag. Not a single one was going to be used until his return.
Ten minutes later she was sitting in a slinky slip of a nightgown in front of her computer, listening to Nickelback and indulging in a huge glass of merlot. This was pure decadence on a Friday night. After answering all her work related emails and planning a couple of meetings for the upcoming week, she sat back in the chair and flipped to the few pictures she had of Luke on her computer. They certainly weren’t big into taking photographs but the ones she had were delicious – especially the ones of him naked. “My God, you’re huge.” Taking a gulp of wine, she fingered the screen and then sighed as she closed her eyes and savored the flavor of the wine. The taste was almost as good as his sweet cream. Almost.
Now she was as wet as she’d been in months. Jessie took another sip and set the glass down as she opened her legs. Yummy. She was almost shocked how strong the scent was tonight. Shaking her head, she couldn’t resist swiping her finger around her clit, just once. And then she remembered what he’d told her. Instantly she felt like her hand was on fire. Sir Luke had more than just a power over her, he was all consuming in what he wanted. “Okay fine. No playing with myself.” What had Tabitha reminded her? Oh yes. She was still a woman after all and if she wasn’t going to consider herself a slave with their relationship then she should have certain rights and one of them was to be able to masturbate. Yeah, that had gotten the tables around them flustered to the point one of them up and left.
Then management had been called. So they were two frisky girls hungry for men and hot sex and… Well, the sexy waiter would have complied easily enough. Hell, the man had accidentally run into her when she’d walked to the bathroom, pinning her against the wall for a full five seconds. Somehow the sensation of his hand between her legs had been too weird. Good, but weird. Chuckling, she drank more of her wine before falling into a dream state.
She couldn’t help but think about the way Luke looked at her, the very way his eyes scanned every inch of her body, hunger building to the point he held a carnal look, a need to devour her. Jessie closed her eyes as she absently dragged her finger around and around the lip of her wine glass. Of course his eyes were the very entrance to his soul and in Luke’s case, they were a haunting reminder of the man who hid behind a veiled mask.
Jessie sat back in her seat and almost instantly a scattered myriad of sensuous thoughts roamed the dark crevices of her mind. Luke was such a powerful man in his quiet prowess and the very look in his intense gaze. Grabbing her journal and her favorite red pen, she took a sip then a gulp of wine as the words flowed from her mind.
Unaware of how long she’d spent on penning the poem, she cocked her head, glancing down at the paper before grinning and rising from the chair. As she headed for the kitchen to refill her wine, she selected her very favorite CD. Adele somehow seemed perfect for the night – a night so very much alone and now hungry as well as lonely. “I said fire, to the rain…” Singing the words as she glided into the kitchen, she couldn’t get the thought about his sexy body, the way his hands cupped her breasts or the very sultry scent of him out of her mind.
Her hand was shaking as she refilled her wine. The fact Luke continued to have such an incredible hold over her was perhaps the most intense level of raw emotions she’d ever had. Glancing at the clock she smiled. He’d be calling soon enough. Maybe she would read him the piece she’d created. Mmm… She walked back into the living room to try and quickly type up the latest addition to her every growing book of poems and short stories. Her life with Sir Luke was certainly inspiring.
His Eyes
His words excited me
Passion and desire laced in every phrase
I tingled because he reminded me
Of intimacy lost from haunted days
And I stopped breathing
His voice ignited me
Sensuality and longing sweeping through my soul
I trembled because he blinded me
With his concentrated level of control
And I lost my inhibitions
His kiss enticed me
Dark cravings scintillating my inner being
I shivered because he defied me
From his all consuming way of freeing
And I allowed him inside
His touch electrified me
A wild fire burning every cell furrowed so deep
I was humbled because he showered me
With a drug induced state, insatiable heat
And my primal needs grew savage
His power enveloped me
The gentle yet commanding way in which he whispered
I was awed by his sense of the woman inside, the vulnerability in me
Simple requests, complete respect in every word he issued
And I had never felt such joy
His eyes unbridled me
The window to the man inside, full of intensity
I was in shock by our intense connection, his complete understanding of me
Together we’ll break the chains of shadowed complexity
And then in ownership he’ll set me free…
****
“What do you think about the place?”
Luke sat back in his seat, admiring the club. While Dark and Delicious was a pale reminder of Shameless, he certainly could appreciate the neon infused club. He glanced at James and smiled. “Very nice.”
“Nice? Boys, this man says our club is merely nice? What say you?” James chortled as he raised his glass.
“He has no idea what he’s talking about.”
“He’ll learn.”
“Give him thirty minutes.”
“My boys are gonna tell ya,” James added as he laughed.
Grinning, Luke glanced at his watch. It was only a little after eight. “I’m game tonight for just about anything.”
“Good,” James said as he leaned over the table and pointed his finger. “Meet my posse. The snappy dresser is Marcus Wells. Mr. know-it-all is Samuel Martin and the strapping and still growing boy is Kyle, Big Dog, Ravens. Boys, meet the man who is single handedly going to take my little Franchise into the big
time.”
“Outstanding!” Big Dog said as he slapped the table.
“About time,” Marcus added.
“And what’s our cut?” Samuel lifted his eyebrow, a mischievous grin riding his face.
“Funny boys. See what I have to put up with?” James took a gulp of his beer.
Luke smiled as the instant feeling of camaraderie squelched the last of his concerns. “Well, I do have a team around me.”
“And one modest man on top of it. Love it!” James punched Luke in the arm.
Settling back into his chair, Luke sipped his drink and savored the intense and very provocative vibe of the intimate club. He could see various relationships represented, from Doms and subs to those merely into the club for the kinkiest aspects regarding sex they could handle. He’d seen so many levels of kink before and the majority of people were merely into a single night only. “Just a realist.”
“Mmm… Well tonight you’re going to get as real as you can handle,” James said, his eyes twinkling.
“I can handle more than you know.” Luke wasn’t trying to challenge, just join in what he suspected was a boy’s night out and nothing more. He could usually tell those who truly understood the D/s lifestyle and these men were players only.
“Well, we shall see. There are some women here who can tempt every desire.” Fingering his beer bottle, James kept his grin plastered to his face. He nodded toward the corner of the room where a woman stood in the shadows. “See the lovely flower over there?”
Luke turned his head, only able to see her hourglass figure and long hair accentuated in the bare shimmer of light. As she moved forward, he could swear he was watching Jezebel approach.
“Luscious, isn’t she?” James asked as he inched closer, turning his chair to face the mystery woman.
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