by Sophie Stern
“Joanna bought me a ticket,” she says. “As a birthday gift.”
“Still,” I tell her. “You wouldn’t have dressed up like that and come along with her if you weren’t at least a little interested in seeing what the club has to offer.”
She’s dressed like a fucking kitty cat. She’s in a tiny black dress. It’s strapless, and there’s no way she’s wearing a bra. If Joanna is a good friend – and I think she’s a very good friend – then Alice isn’t wearing panties, either. She has kitty cat ears on and her face is fucking painted.
Joanna matches, but in red.
“It was a nature theme,” Alice explains. “It’s…kitty cats, you know. There are kitty cats in nature.”
“Alice, most of the girls here are wearing dresses made from leaves and flowers. It’s obvious you wanted to stand out. Did you want to catch someone’s attention?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I step forward, purposely invading her space. I reach for her chin, stroking her jaw gently. Joanna stays close. She’s a good friend, carefully watching over Alice. It’s not a good idea to be alone at a club, especially if it’s your first time. Anchored is the safest club I’ve ever been to, but when you’re new to BDSM, you never know what might frighten you the first time you go.
“Who?” I whisper. “Who did you want to impress, baby?”
Part of me can’t believe I’m touching her. I’m fucking touching Alice Cherry in the middle of Anchored. Our bodies are so close I can practically hear her heart beating. Images of her beneath me flash through my mind, but I push them out. There will be time for fantasies later. Right now, I just want to know who the object of her affection is.
“You,” she whispers.
“Me?”
“Yes,” she says. “I almost…I almost texted you a selfie tonight,” she blushes at the admission, and if it’s even possible, my dick gets harder, straining against my pants.
“Why didn’t you?”
“I was embarrassed,” she says. “And I mean, we work together. I didn’t think it was appropriate.”
“It’s definitely not appropriate,” I tell her. She starts to pull back, but I slide my hand back from her face to her hair, and I grab it snugly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make a statement. “But do you really want appropriate right now, Alice?”
She looks up at me. Her tongue flicks out and licks her lips. Yeah, she’s thinking about kissing me. If I had to bet right now, I’d say it’s not the first time she’s had these thoughts, either.
“Tell me what you want, Alice.”
“You,” she whispers without hesitation. “I just want you.”
“Why?”
“You make me curious,” she says. “And you make me feel like I’m dirty, but in a good way. In the kind of way I’ve been searching for.”
“Holy shit,” Joanna says. We both turn to her. I think Alice forgot she was there just as much as I did. “I didn’t know you had a fucking mouth on you, bitch,” Joanna smiles and pats Alice’s shoulder. “I’m going to go over there,” she points to one of the side stages. “And watch the scene. If you need me, you know where I’ll be,” she says.
Alice nods.
Then Joanna turns to me. “Watch your back,” she says, and then she strides off.
“What the hell?” Alice mumbles under her breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why she said that. That was rude.”
“Not at all,” I tell her. “I get the message. You’re important to her. That’s good. I like knowing that a sub has friends who will watch out for her. We all need people like Joanna in our lives to take care of us.”
Alice looks up at me again, watching my eyes.
“Why are you here?” She whispers. “Are you meeting someone tonight?”
“I’m not dating anyone.”
“Do you…do you play with the girls here? Like Joanna? Sometimes she plays with people. That’s the word, right? Play?”
“That’s the word,” I smile. “And yes, sometimes,” I tell her honestly. “I like to play. I like to tie people up. I like to Dominate. I like having a scene and playing with someone. I love to make girls come. It’s quite the rush,” I tell her.
“Do you always sleep with them?” She asks. She’s not jealous or judgmental. Alice seems truly curious.
“No,” I tell her. If we’re going to play tonight, I see no reason to lie to her. Even if we don’t play, I still see no reason to lie to her. “Not always. Not even most of the time.”
“Huh,” she says.
“What’s that?”
“You just seem like kind of a player,” she tells me.
A sting. Suddenly, I feel it in my heart. She’s heard the rumors at work, I realize. Fucking Natasha. I hate the rumor mill almost as much as I hate Natasha’s friend who decided it was a good idea to tell all of Blossom Falls I was cruel and heartless to her. Now the entire building thinks I’m a piece of shit. It never bothered me before, but suddenly, it does. I don’t want Alice to think I’m that way.
“Whatever you heard about me at work,” I tell her. “It’s not true.”
“What do you think I heard?” She asks carefully.
“No games tonight, darling.”
“Seems fair.”
“Tell me what you want,” I try again.
Alice hesitates for just a moment, and then she lets her eyes move to the stage.
“I want to try it,” she says. “I’m ready.”
Chapter Nine
Alice
“Is this what you want?” He whispers, asking my permission.
The sub is always in control, Joanna told me earlier. It’s my job as a submissive to say when to go and when to stop. If things go too far, I can use a safe word. I have one. The club has one, too. It’s red. When we checked in at the front desk, the receptionist reminded me. Since it’s my first time, he wanted to make sure I was comfortable.
“Red is to stop the scene,” he said. “And yellow is to slow down and re-evaluate. Never be afraid to use your safe words, darling. They exist for a reason.”
Now it’s time for me to make my first decision.
I can still see Joanna. She’s watching another scene as she said, but she’s keeping a careful eye on me, too. Every so often, I catch her gaze. She looks from Ben to me and back again, and then she nods, carefully. She wants to make sure I’m okay with this.
She wants to make sure I’m all right.
“Yes,” I tell him.
“Are you sure, love? We don’t have to do anything tonight, Alice. We can just talk.”
“I’m not afraid.”
My first lie.
I am afraid.
I am desperately, terrible, totally afraid, but I’m also tired. I’m tired of being afraid. I’m tired of worrying. I’m tired of struggling to make the right choices and then feeling like I’m being punished for those choices. What I want more than anything else right now is to feel freedom. I want to close my eyes for a little while and just forget.
Ben steps closer to me. He places his hands on my waist and pulls me close. He’s not wearing a shirt and I can see the outline of his abs. Yeah, this guy hits the gym. A lot. And he’s here, in this place, touching me.
“We can stop at anytime,” he whispers.
“We haven’t even started,” I whimper quietly. He presses his lips to my neck, then, and I about lose my damn mind. He hasn’t even kissed me. Hell, Ben and I have never even really been alone together. We’ve only ever chatted at work. This is very different. Being in the middle of a club with him is…well, it’s strange, but it’s comfortable. It’s more comfortable than it should be.
“Oh, we started a long time ago, Alice. That first day in the office, I wanted you.”
“Did you?” I thought it was just me.
“You think I flirt with all of the pretty girls?” He asks quietly, pulling back. He looks into my eyes, searching for something. Truth, maybe. Something else? It’s possible.
“
I don’t know anything about you,” I tell Ben.
Something flashes in his eyes.
“Well, then, lovely girl, why don’t we get to know one another?”
“Okay.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the stage. There are several spanking benches set up. One of them already has a sub tied to it. The Domme is circling the submissive, running something over his body.
“What’s that?” I ask Ben.
“A flogger.”
“Does it hurt?”
“That depends,” he says.
He guides me to a spanking bench of our own and he shows me how to climb on it. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but once I’m situated, it’s okay. My dress slides up as I move into place, but I’m facing the audience. The only one who can see my bottom is Ben. At least, that’s what I’m going to pretend. The reality is that everyone can probably see me, but I don’t care too much right now.
“Lovely,” he says, touching my skin. He rubs his hands over my shoulders and I try my best not to purr like a little kitten. I love that he’s taking his time with me. He’s touching me, caring for me. He’s making me feel like I’m important and special and I find myself sinking into the cool leather of the chair.
Ben continues to touch me, stroking me over my dress, and then his hands reach my thighs. My legs are spread apart. If I was on the ground, I’d be on all fours. The spanking bench is shaped sort of like a picnic table, so my hands and legs are on the sides. With my legs apart like this, I know Ben can see all of me.
It makes me a little wet knowing that he’s looking at me there.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Alice,” he says.
I open my eyes and look out at the crowd. There aren’t too many people here yet. It’s still early in the night. Still, there are a few people watching me. One of them – a woman – locks eyes with me. She smiles slightly, and I bite my bottom lip.
She’s going to watch this.
They all are.
They’re going to see everything that happens.
And then I feel the first swat.
“Ouch!” I screech, reaching back and rubbing my sore bottom. Ben grabs my hand and pins it against my back. He moves close, whispering in my ear.
“I asked you a question, baby. I expect an answer.”
“I was thinking.”
“No, you were watching the crowd, honey. This isn’t my first day as a Dom, pretty girl. Now let’s try again. What are you thinking?”
“Now I’m thinking that this kinda hurts,” I grumble, and Ben chuckles.
“Anything else?”
“They’re all watching me,” I whisper.
“Do you like it?”
“A little.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little.”
“I won’t push you past what you can handle, Alice.”
“How will you know?” I whisper.
“Well, right now you’re turned on,” he says.
“How can you tell?”
He swipes his finger between my legs and brings it up to my face.
Wet.
It’s super, totally, completely wet.
“You’re wet for me, baby. Are you thinking about my cock in you?”
I gasp slightly and he chuckles.
“Because I am, Alice. Don’t worry, baby. That won’t happen here. Not tonight. Maybe not for a long time, but I will have you, Alice. When you’re begging me for it. When you’re sure. I’m going to make love to you long and hard, princess, and you won’t know what you walked into.”
“Yes,” I whisper. “I’m thinking about you fucking me, Ben.”
“Good girl,” he says. “Now let’s get started.”
Chapter Ten
Ben
It’s her first time, so I don’t tie Alice up. I want to. I want to bend those pretty arms behind her back and tie them with lace or ribbon. She’s too pretty to use rope on. No, some blue felt or red satin is what I want to see against her soft, pale skin.
I push her dress up a little more, revealing her bottom. She shaves, which surprises me a little. I suppose I thought a girl like her would be a little more…innocent…when it comes to that sort of thing.
“I like your bare little pussy,” I tell her, stroking her softly.
“Thank you.”
“Do you always keep yourself shaved?” I ask, curious.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
She shrugs a little, but that won’t do. Not tonight. No, tonight is about giving her just a taste of BDSM flavor. She’s still a virgin in this world. She’s still naïve. She doesn’t know what there is to expect, but I’m going to show her. I swat her bottom lightly, but hard enough to give a little sting. She squeaks, and I hear a chuckle from the audience.
“Naughty girl,” I tell her. “Why’d I slap your bottom?”
“Because I shrugged instead of giving you a straight answer,” she says.
“You’re paying attention.”
“I’ve been told I’m a fast learner.”
“So tell me,” I say. “Why do you shave your pussy?”
The crowd is watching and they can see us clearly, but over the music, there’s no way they can hear what we’re saying or talking about. There are other subs on stage now, all on their own spanking benches, and the other Doms have started in on punishing their little subbies.
Alice and I are taking our time tonight.
We’re in no rush at all.
Luckily, as a dungeon monitor tonight, I’m allowed to show newbies around. June made sure to schedule enough of us to allow us to have some personal time playing with the new people if we want to and right now, I definitely want to.
“A boyfriend liked it,” she says.
“Are you still together?”
“No. We broke up last year,” she says. She doesn’t seem embarrassed about this. It’s all very matter-of-fact.
“You kept shaving, though.”
“Yeah.” She hesitates for a minute, and I think she might be done, but then she adds, “It feels better this way. You know, when I’m playing with myself.”
“You like playing with yourself, don’t you?”
“Sometimes,” she says. “At night.”
“After a long day at work?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Alice, did you masturbate this week?”
Silence.
That’s okay. We’re playing a game, Alice and I. The game is fun for everyone because I get to spank her and she gets to be spanked. She gets to feel what it’s like to have my hands on her and me? I get to be the one touching her pretty skin. I swat her three times quickly and she makes a soft little noise, but doesn’t protest.
I reach between her legs and slide my fingers there.
She’s completely soaked.
She likes it.
The little minx.
Something tells me she wanted me to spank her just then. She isn’t holding back because she’s suddenly feeling shy. No, Alice wants to feel exactly what I have to give to her.
“Tell me,” I lean down and whisper in her ear before nipping at it. “Tell me what you thought about when you masturbated.”
Again, silence.
I spank her again, harder this time. Five swats all in a row, and she moans beneath my touch. She wiggles a little, but doesn’t move off the spanking bench. Now her bottom is starting to turn pink. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful. Everything about what’s happening is kind of completely wonderful.
“Alice.”
“You, okay?” She whispers, but she says it in such a snarky way that I swat her again. This time, her groan is deep when I spank her, and she sinks into the spanking bench.
“Want to try that again?”
“I was thinking of you,” she says.
“You know why I spanked you that time.”
“I was rude.”
I kneel in front of her so we’re eye-to-eye. Tears are welling in her eyes, bu
t she hasn’t used her safe words and I’m certain she’s still having fun, still enjoying herself. This is still fun for Alice, so I won’t push her to slow down just yet.
“One of the most important elements of BDSM is communication.”
“Yes.”
“Another is respect. I will always treat you with respect. Unless we’re in some sort of pre-agreed upon humiliation play, I will show you the utmost respect and kindness. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to keep going?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to come for me tonight?”
Maybe she won’t.
Maybe she’ll think that’s pushing things a little too far.
Some Doms would just take it. They’d rip an orgasm from their submissive’s little body without thinking twice about it, but I won’t do that to this girl. I can’t. Alice is too special. Something has drawn us together and while I’m not the romantic type to say it was fate or destiny, I will say that I’m happy I ran into her this evening.
I’ve spent every morning this week jerking myself off in the shower and just wishing she was there with me.
Now she’s here.
I have her all to myself.
“Yes,” she whispers, and I feel like my heart could soar.
Chapter Eleven
Alice
He spanks me over and over. Soon I’m crying, unable to control myself, and he stops. He runs his hands over my bottom, over my legs, over my back. He doesn’t touch my breasts, doesn’t pull my hair, doesn’t bite me. He just touches me over and over again and soon, I feel myself losing sight of reality.
Joanna warned me this might happen.
She told me if I get caught in the moment, I’d feel like I could fly.
“It’s called subspace, sweetie, but you can call it whatever you like. You feel invincible, though. You feel like you’re floating.”
I’m there.
