Her decision made, she walked out of the office and nodded at her friend.
“Did you call him?” Carmen stared at her, her eyes angry. “You can’t let that hibrido get away with this.”
“Yes, I called him. He’ll take care of everything.”
Chapter Fifteen
Eric ran his hands gently over Angel’s arms. She was curled up next to him on the couch, the TV going, but neither of them really watching.
“Are you feeling all right, Apuro? Was I too hard on you earlier today?”
“No, Sir Eric. I loved it. Are we going to play some more?”
“No. We’re going to watch.”
“A video?”
“No. My friend Lake, and his sub and future wife, Lucy. They’re doing a scene at Tygers tonight. I thought we might go.”
“A scene?”
“Yes, Lucy is uncomfortable with performing in public, so Lake takes her out of her comfort zone every now and then. He tops her in public.”
“Wow. I don’t think I’d like that.”
“That’s good to know. I’ll have to try it with you sometime.”
“What’s he going to do with her?”
“Perform a proper scene, which I really haven’t done with you. I’m afraid your education has been sorely lacking because I’ve been too eager to fuck you.”
He kissed her forehead.
“I’m not complaining.”
“No, but I need to teach you better. Tonight’s scene will help with that. Every scene has three parts. You prepare the sub, so that they’re comfortable, you perform the scene, for both of your pleasure, and then afterward, you make sure the sub knows they’ve pleased you.”
“You’ve done that with me.”
“Yes, but we never really talked about the difference between submitting and ownership.” His voice was deep. “Lake owns Lucy. She belongs to him. He is her Master.”
“Does that mean she would never question him on anything?”
“No, she still has a voice. Remember, safe, sane, and consensual. But a sub who has a Master has been collared, permanently. They wear the collar twenty-four/seven. In Lucy’s case, she wears a jeweled collar in public, and a leather one at home. It’s an outward sign she belongs to Lake.”
Angel pursed her lips. Talking about this took her mind off tomorrow night. She was nervous about it, but she didn’t want Eric to see that.
“Is that why you haven’t asked me to wear a collar, because I don’t belong to you?”
“Some couples who are not committed wear collars in scenes. It’s a strong reminder they’re submitting. I would like you to wear one tonight, so people will know you’re mine.”
Angel blushed. “I’d like that. But, how will they know I’m yours?”
“You’ll stay with me, kneel down next to my chair. And I’ll be holding your leash.”
“My leash? I…wait. Like a dog leash?”
“Call it a lead. You see, I haven’t done very well at teaching you. Lake and I are different Doms. He’s more into control over Lucy in all areas. He feeds her, except when they’re in public, and she follows his every command. I’m a little bit more lenient.”
“What if she says no? What if she uses her safe word?”
“If she doesn’t like something they discuss it.”
“But he wins.”
“Not always. A good Dom will make a few concessions. Everyone has limits.”
“I don’t know if I want to be led around like a dog.”
“You’re looking at this the wrong way. Don’t you want people to know you’re mine, that I’m your Master? You called me Master today when I fucked you.”
A wave of guilt spread through Angel. She hoped he still felt that way tomorrow night, when she’d gone behind his back to get Jaymes’ confession.
“Angel?”
“What? Oh yes, I do.”
“Good. Then let’s go to Tygers, and see if we can’t expand your education a little bit.”
* * * * *
Tygers seemed different tonight. They’d gone to her house, and Eric had picked out clothing for her to wear. A black skirt she felt was much too short and much too tight, and a tight black blouse that rode low and showed off her large breasts. Her hair was bound into a ponytail behind her.
She felt like a streetwalker, and when that image came into her mind, she laughed. During her wilder days this was exactly how she had dressed.
Now, they were in an antechamber outside one of “Master Ty’s private playrooms.”
Eric had told her the Tygers’ owner had given him permission to choose a collar and leash from the room before they went into the public room where Lucy was already being topped.
Eric leaned down and kissed her nose, then held her face close to his. When she smiled at him, he leaned over and took a collar from the many hanging from the wall. This one was plain black leather.
It was wide and thick, and Angel knew Eric had picked it because there wasn’t a chance someone could miss it.
“Kiss the collar, Angel. Show me you accept it.”
“What? I don’t…”
“It’s symbolic, like you kissing the paddle today. It shows me you’re accepting your submission to me.”
She nodded and lowered her lips to the leather. Eric stroked her hair and a tingle ran up her spine.
“You have no idea how beautiful a sight that is. I’m going to have to get you a collar for home, too.”
He wound it under her hair, fastening it in the front as her heart beat faster and faster.
“How do you feel?”
“Strange. I’ve worn chokers before, so I guess it’s not really that different.”
“You look beautiful.” He walked to the wall and selected a thick leather leash.
“Not that. Please. I don’t want to be led around.”
“Shush. You’ll be fine.”
“Sir Eric, please.”
“Angel, who’s the Dom?”
“You are.”
“Do you want to submit to me?”
“Yes, Sir Eric, but…”
“There are no buts, Apuro. I want you to wear the leash. It will please me.”
For the first time since they’d started this, Angel had an idea of what submission truly meant. She knew Eric wouldn’t force her to wear the leash, but he wanted it, and she was expected to submit to his wishes, and get pleasure from that submission.
She thought about how she felt when she was with him, the pleasures his masterful hands had brought to her. Now he stood before her, the leash held lengthwise between his hands, expecting her to kiss it and show she would submit to his will.
Images of what they’d done together flashed through her mind. In the years she’d been so wild, she’d never felt a connection with anyone. Now, it had only been a few days and she felt like she never wanted to leave Eric’s side.
If you felt that way, you’d tell him about tomorrow night.
She pushed the thought aside and lowered her lips to the leash. Eric again caressed her hair as she kissed it.
“Oh Angelica, you have no idea how seeing you do that affects me. We need to talk about a permanent thing between us.”
“Really? As is more than this week?”
“As in more than this month,” Eric replied. “I think I want to keep my Angel next to me always, to keep her out of apuro.”
She laughed nervously.
“Come on, little one. Let’s go watch.”
He threaded his hand through the loop of the leash and pulled her along after him. She put her hands on it and pulled backward.
“Wait. I don’t think I can…”
“You can. Relax and trust me.”
In the main room, Angel felt like she was on display. Until she realized many of the women and men were wearing collars and leashes. She relaxed somewhat as she followed Eric through the crowd toward a raised dais.
An auburn-haired woman stood upon the platform, naked, her arms stretched t
o her sides and her legs spread wide. Once they were at the very front of the crowd, Angel could see her nipples were pierced. Hanging from the rings were small balls that looked like they were pulling on the rings. Rings, also containing balls, glistened from her clit and labia.
She wore a thick black collar attached to a leash hanging down between her breasts. A man with black hair stood behind her. He wore street clothes, and had his hands clasped behind his back as he examined her body, moving around her slowly.
When he commanded her to kneel, Angel jumped.
Eric, who was now standing behind her, snorted out a low laugh.
The woman knelt and the man straddled her, rubbing his ass against her naked back. He grasped the leash and pulled it back as he continued to grind himself into her.
Angel felt wetness form inside her folds. Would Eric ever do that to her? She had to admit it was exciting. But she didn’t know how she’d feel if it was her, kneeling naked in front of a crowd of people.
After a few moments, the man stood and ordered her back on her feet. He removed the balls from her nipple rings, her labia, and from the ring Angel could now see hung from her clit hood piercing.
The woman sighed in relief.
“Subbie Chess, if you will, please.” The man’s voice boomed out and Angel watched as the man who usually worked the door brought a wooden bench onto the platform. When he’d set it down, he bowed to Lake. The bench had a raised center, with two lower benches on either side. Each side had restraints built in.
Lake wrapped a ball gag around Lucy’s mouth, then swatted her behind.
“Now.”
“What’s he doing?” Angel whispered to Eric.
“He’s going to bind her to the table, for just a little while.”
“But with the gag, she can’t say her safe word.”
“She doesn’t want to. They planned this scene in advance. She knows what’s coming. Mostly. There’s always the tinge of fear that something might happen you’re not expecting. That keeps her on her toes.”
“Mount it.” Lake pointed at the bench and Lucy put her hands and knees on either side of the top bench. Lake nodded to Chess, who attached the restraints to Lucy’s wrists and ankles. When he was done, he knelt before Lake with his head bowed.
Lake stroked his hair. “You’re dismissed.”
The sub left and Angel leaned back to whisper, “That huge man is a submissive?”
“Yes. He belongs to Master Ty and Mistress Alexis.”
“Huh.” Angel turned back toward the stage just as Lake was placing a blindfold over Lucy’s eyes.
“How long will he leave her like that?”
“Not very long. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen. Just enough for her to get a little nervous. As I said, she’s out of her comfort zone. The sensations she experiences will make her feel things more. You can ask her when they’re done.”
“Is he going to let other people…?”
“No. It’s not about sex. It’s about feelings and sensations. He’ll fuck her later, but not here, and not now.”
“Oh.”
Angel watched the stage, transfixed by what she was seeing. Lucy was still, and she wondered what sort of discipline it took to stay that way. She also wondered what sort of trust you had to have to put yourself into another person’s hands and allow yourself to be tied up in public.
After about five minutes, Lake took a large feather fan Chess handed him. He ran the feathers down Lucy’s back, over her rump, and down her legs. She wiggled and he slapped her behind.
“Be still, Vixen.”
He caressed her again, then stepped down from the stage. He nodded at Eric and winked at Angel, who smiled back nervously. The crowd remained silent as Lucy waited for either touch or command. When another five minutes has passed, Lake stepped onto the stage and caressed her back.
“Very good, my love. Chess, release her, please.”
When Chess had undone all of her bonds, Lake released the ball gag and helped her to her feet. The crowd gave noises of appreciation; then the couple stepped off the stage and headed toward Eric and Angel.
“You must be Angel,” Lake said, sticking out his hand. Angel shook it, then was shocked when a naked Lucy pulled her into a hug.
“Oh, I’m so happy to meet you. It’s so good to see Eric smile again.”
Angel nodded.
“You look nervous,” Lake said, as he tightened Lucy’s leash around his hands and pulled her in for a kiss.
“I am.”
“Well, let’s go someplace more private. Say, I know. We can have a party at Eric’s house. It’s the closest.”
Eric laughed. “Yeah, don’t bother asking the host.”
“Don’t worry,” Lake replied. “I wasn’t planning on it.”
Chapter Sixteen
“So, no more ghosts?” Lake sat down next to Eric in the hot tub. The ladies were inside, putting together some snacks.
“Amazingly enough, no. I immersed myself in a new case.”
“You immersed yourself in a feisty little baker.”
“Yeah, I gave her hot crossed buns today.”
Lake laughed. “It’s so good to have you back, my friend.”
“She’s done major things for my ego,” Eric said. “And for other parts of me, as well. It’s quick, I know, but I think she may be the one.”
“We figured that out. Lucy’s already planning your wedding.”
“Right. Don’t you think we should give it a bit more time?”
The words were hardly out of his mouth before the ladies came out from inside.
“It’s just so perfect,” Lucy said. She set a bowl of chips on the table and ran toward the hot tub, jumping in and kissing Lake.
“Angel’s going to do our wedding cake. Isn’t that great? I mean, I hated the other woman, that’s why I didn’t give her money down, or sign anything. I had another week to get it done and she falls in my lap. It’s perfect!”
Angel walked toward the hot tub at a more sedate pace. Eric watched her, and for a minute he thought she didn’t want to be here, that something was holding her back. Then, she peeled off the T-shirt she was wearing and climbed into the tub, sitting down next to Eric.
“Something wrong?” he whispered in her ear. “If you’re uncomfortable, let me know.”
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It’s just been a while.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” She kissed his cheek.
“Good. Then, it’s time for a party game. I’ll go get the handcuffs, and the other fun things. And let’s move to the pool where there’s more room.”
“Handcuffs?” Angel watched Eric head toward the house. The three of them got out of the tub and stood outside, waiting for their body temperatures to drop a bit before jumping into the cooler waters of the pool.
Lucy laughed. “Yes, Eric has this thing about handcuffs. I think it’s the cop in him.”
Angel laughed.
“On a serious note, though,” Lake said, “thank you for bringing Eric back to us. He was lost the last two months. You’ve found him again.”
“I’m not sure it was me.”
“It was,” Lucy said. “Trust us.”
Angel nodded. She felt horribly guilty as she listened to them talk about how the “old” Eric was back. They were praising her for it, and here she was, lying to him about tomorrow night. Maybe she should tell him. Maybe he should know what she was doing. She watched him walk back to the tub, his hands full of toys.
He was so confident and sure of himself, so handsome and so very sweet to her. She had to tell him. Tonight. Her decision made, she decided to enjoy whatever fun they had planned.
“Is this a BDSM game?”
“Not really,” Eric said. “It’s more just a sex game.”
Angel and Lucy got into the pool while Lake walked to a shed, returning with two inner tubes which he threw in before he climbed inside.
“Right,” Eric said. “Lucy, you get this one
. Angel, put your pretty little ass in this one.”
It took her a few minutes to get situated in the tube. When she did, Eric leaned over and kissed her.
“Arms behind your back.” She laughed when she realized he was going to handcuff her. Then, she jumped when she realized she and Lucy were going to be handcuffed together.
The other woman’s arms were threaded through her own and the handcuffs linked together, left wrist to right wrist, and right to left.
“Sir Eric.”
“Oh, I like that,” Lake said. “Maybe you need to be calling me Sir Lake.”
“Whatever you desire, Sir Lake.” Lucy giggled. She wiggled, and then interlocked her fingers with Angel’s.
The intensity ‑‑ and the uncertainty ‑‑ of the situation made Angel feel very nervous, and very excited. The men were circling them on their knees, stirring up the water so the inner tubes bounced up and down.
When Lake stopped in front of her, she bit her lip.
“Relax,” he said. Then he leaned toward her and traced her slit. From the sighs coming behind her she knew Eric was doing the same to Lucy.
Angel closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensation. His fingers dipped inside, searching out her clit, which he found easily. He stroked it gently, then slid his finger down to her opening. When he pushed a hard plastic item inside her she shivered.
“Just a vibrator,” he said softly. “Lucy gets one, too. They’re waterproof.”
“Feels good,” Angel said.
“Yes, it does,” Lucy said, squeezing Angel’s fingers.
The men started to move again, stirring up the water so the ladies’ tubes began to rock on the waves. They held fast to each other’s hands.
Angel relaxed into the water, the small vibrator nestled inside her wetness. Then, suddenly, it began to vibrate. It stopped, and then it started again.
“Remote control,” Eric said softly, holding up the small console. “The question is, who has which one? We don’t really know.”
Angel’s toy began to vibrate again, and from the moans and movements coming from Lucy, she knew hers did, too.
“Sir Eric,” she whispered. “I want to come.”
“Don’t you dare, Apuro.”
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