“For anything. All things are open to discussion, Bee. Nothing is ever done without your permission. It might appear otherwise, but you have the power,” he told her confidently, watching the words resonate in her expressive eyes. “Are you interested, pet? Are you consenting?”
“Yes,” Bailey knew she’d been holding her breath and the single word seemed to breathe out from deep inside her. She’d read several good novels. Read enough to know the words alone made her wet and in need of more. “Yes, I think I am.”
“Then let me be your guide,” he waited for her response, her nod faint. “The proper answer is, ‘Yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir,” she complied instantly. Role play, she thought instantly. She could do that. She enjoyed role playing. She was a gamer. She role-played all the time.
“Very nice. A submissive responds to any other dom with sir or ma’am when she’s spoken to. Dennis was a poor example. Here, you will always be treated respectfully, or you end what you’re involved in if it wasn’t negotiated beforehand.” Gabriel stood up and held out his hand, pleased when her palm was instantly inside. He closed his fingers around hers. “And for the night, Bee, you’ve chosen to belong to me. Now we can explore.”
“There are rules,” she said when she was convinced her voice would work. Her mind and memory were suddenly a whole different story. For some reason she couldn’t get her brain past the presence of this man. She knew she was aroused. She could feel it pulsing inside her and all he’d done was talk to her.
“There are rules,” he agreed. “Tell me what you learned in your books.”
Bailey was sure he was teasing her.
“Don’t look up from the floor,” she struggled to remember the books she’d read.
“Very good. Eyes averted,” he felt her sway slightly. He liked the dark green of her eyes watching him with apprehension and arousal. And submitting was definitely arousing her. He brushed the back of his hand across the front of her costume, the taut peak of each nipple sending a jolt through her that made her gasp. “And what do you call me?”
“S-Sir or Master,” she whispered, the rounded tops of her breasts rising a little faster.
“Which would you prefer?” He stared into the surprised expression.
“Sir,” she answered when it looked like he was going to change his mind and make the choice for her.
“Then Sir it will be. And while others might like their subs staring at the floor, you’ll do that when we walk or when we’re in a group with others. When we’re alone, I want to see every emotion and trace of excitement in your eyes, Bee. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she nodded, her breath caught at the single brow he arched. “Yes, sir.”
“Better. Since you’re very new at this, I’ll try not to be too exacting in my demands,” he assured her, his fingers still locked around hers as he turned and led her to one of the winding, wide staircases. Like the chamber floor, the wide stairs held suspension hooks along the walls and the stairs were wide enough for scenes that some enjoyed acting out.
He should have sent her packing. She didn’t belong here and the wide-eyed submissive look was having too great an effect on him for him to rationalize his behavior. He didn’t take on students. He didn’t want admiration or fawning. And yet he hadn’t seen either of those things in her eyes.
Better him than one of the less than honorable Dom’s that worked the clubs. At least that’s what he was telling himself tonight.
“Am….am I allowed to speak?” Bee had seriously begun to wonder where her sanity went. It had been a long time since she’d felt this kind of attraction to a man. Why did it have to be this man? In this place? Did that mean there was something wrong with her? She read the books and became wet and horny. There were sounds of arousal, sounds of orgasms and screams that would have scared you in the best haunted house in the city. And here she stood. Fascinated by a man who surrounded himself with eye-hooks in the ceiling, chains and leather straps.
“When we’re alone, unless I say otherwise, I’d prefer you ask questions. I won’t tolerate disrespect or misbehavior,” he informed her tonelessly, working to hold onto what had been his natural persona for a very long time. “When we’re on the floor or in groups, you will not speak unless spoken to; you will not meet the eyes of another master and you will never disobey my instructions. You’ll earn punishment and my displeasure.”
“Yes, sir,” Bailey nodded rapidly.
“You have questions?”
“Do people ever…do they ever talk about why they’re here? What makes them…” she struggled to find words that wouldn’t offend because the first one that came to mind was kinky.
“Why they’re submissives or dominant?” He supplied the words and a shrug. “Some try and puzzle it through. Some it has to do with their past; some, their present. Others simply accept it’s what they need to complete a part of them. A sense of freedom for both sides that brings sexual awareness to the forefront like nothing else. There’s an incredible independence when you’re lost in the sensations that surround you with the right person.”
“Serene,” she thought, wondering what that would feel like. “The name of the club fits. It must be incredibly freeing inside.”
“Is that what you see, pet?”
“In some,” she stopped when he did at the top of the first staircase. “I…I tried not to stare. I didn’t want to be rude or…or offend anyone.”
“Part of the excitement is the exhibition scenes. Being a voyeur is acceptable here, unless it’s a private room on the third floor. Those are by consignment only,” he explained.
“Some look like they’re floating off somewhere…others appear already there.”
“Is that where you want to be, pet?” Gabriel stepped down two steps and pressed her against the wall, taking her other hand in his and pulling them above her head. Her chest thrust out, small and demanding and surrounded by far too much fabric. “Were you aroused watching them, Bee?”
Her answer flared to life in her eyes.
“When a Dom asks you a questions, Bee, you’re required to answer or face the consequences,” he offered the warning gently.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered hoarsely. Cripes! There were things that she’d never even talked to her best friend ever about! Fantasies were one of them. And here he was, in public, with people walking past, looking her up and down like she was on display in the Christmas window at the mall! And he wanted her to answer questions about her lacking sex life. She was lucky she could think at the moment.
He transferred both hands to one of his; the free palm glided down her arm and onto her ribs. He pressed his palm flat against her stomach, fingers kneading before they touched the wide elastic band around her hips.
“Are you wet, Bee? If I slid my hand inside your pants would my fingers be able to push inside you and fuck you until you begged for release?” His hand stopped moving when her eyes closed. “Look at me, Bee. I want to see inside you when I touch you. If you close your eyes, it will displease me and I’ll stop,” he warned, the hard length of his cock pressing against her thigh as he crowded closer. “Do you want me to continue?”
Bailey decided she couldn’t trust her voice. It might say something really stupid like stop. So she nodded. But somehow she knew that would be too easy.
“I want to hear the words, pet. Do you want me to touch you? Do you want me to fuck you with my fingers and make you scream?”
“Oh, god…no…not here…” She felt heat building in her body and on her cheeks, flaming and evident as people walked past with a casual glance at them.
His fingers stopped moving over her skin.
“Yes,” she whispered raggedly, her breath catching sharply when his palm moved beneath the band of her harem pants. Habits, she thought, her eyes closing when his hand stopped. She held her breath and forced her eyes to his. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning in and inhaling the spicy scent she’d sprayed on e
arlier. His nose brushed through her hair, inhaling deeply. A soft almost tropical scent wafted through the strands of silk. Add the musk and natural scent of his little sub and he was fast forgetting who was the dominant. Then his fingers touched the bare flesh of her mons. Somehow he managed not to groan like a teenager.
Strong, flexible fingers parted the full lips and held them apart while his thumb stroked over her clit. He pressed gently, then harder to force the little nub out and demanding his touch.
Her body shuddered against his. He could see the sensory overload building inside her expressive eyes.
Gabriel stared into green eyes darkening with each passing touch. Her pulse was thumping, her breathing ragged.
“Put one foot on the higher step,” he ordered gruffly, his palm easily sliding between her thighs and cupping her fully, the heel of his palm pressing hard against her clit. He was rewarded with her gasp and her hips thrusting against his hand. “Very sweet,” he murmured before giving in and taking her mouth with his.
His lips caressed hers, firm and hungry. Slow and teasing. Nothing to be rushed, he thought, savoring her flavor and the shape of her mouth. He nipped her lower lip, stroked along her tongue and was rewarded with a sweet response.
With no reservations, she tilted her head back for more. She shoved aside the image of herself standing with hands on hips asking her what the hell was she doing? She wanted his kiss. She wanted the thrill and his warm touch and damn, it was feeling good!
“You are too sweet, little one,” he murmured as his mouth urged hers open. He kissed her slowly. Deeply. Thoroughly. Without reserve. Taking what he wanted and not hesitating or giving her the chance to think. His tongue swept inside again and again, tasting and repeating until she was thrusting her hips against his hand.
Bailey pushed against a palm that hadn’t moved from simply cupping her, feeling the damp hot wetness against the center of his hand. A stranger with magical powers, she told herself with a low whimper.
She’d never allowed herself to behave like this! She’d never allowed a boy or man to just take what he wanted before. But for some reason, she felt wrapped safely, securely inside whatever confidence he exuded.
With her wrists restrained, she was at his mercy, and the knowledge sent anticipation humming through her system. Why was it so thrilling? She could feel people watching them. Staring at him touching her. Why did she believe she could trust him?
He lifted his head to look at her for a long moment. Her eyes were open, as he’d ordered. Glazed and begging. He smiled and kissed her again until every drop of blood pooled in her lower half, the full petals of her sex swelling even more. He definitely wanted to see them, to taste them against his mouth as she exploded.
Her body ached for more.
“Your safe word will be summer,” he whispered against her mouth, holding himself back from kissing her again. And not stopping. “A safe word spoken means whatever I’m doing will immediately halt and we’ll talk about why you chose to use the word. Don’t abuse it, pet, or we’ll part friends and it will end there until we work out the issues. Do you understand?” He almost smiled when she nodded, gulped in a fast breath and realized what she’d done. He felt his cock give a jump when her tongue came out to bring moisture to her lips before she spoke.
“Yes, sir. I understand.”
“I can feel your heat,” he told her, his voice thick with hunger despite his control. “But I don’t believe it’s time for more. Not yet,” he watched the instant spark of frustration in her eyes and laughed. “Impatient little pet. I think we should continue our tour. First, you need fewer clothes and we should talk about what you learned in these books you’ve read.”
“Yes, sir,” the reluctant acceptance in her tone kept his smile in place as he led her to a room at the edge of the stairs.
“Marla, I want one of the black harem girl outfits to fit her,” Gabriel watched the young woman lean over the counter and take in Bailey’s form. “Make it the demi-bra top. Remove everything but the slippers, Bee.”
“I…remove…here?” Her voice was a tiny squeak, her head snapped up to instantly swivel and take in the people milling as well as the woman who brought her a very see through black outfit. Outfit? Who in their right mind would describe what she was seeing as an outfit?
“What did you say, pet?” Gabriel let the natural hardness enter his voice.
She squirmed. She didn’t like the raised eyebrows. She liked even less the fact that all he had to do was look at her and pieces of her were melting and soaking the insides of her pants.
Chapter Four
“Yes, sir,” she raised her hands and carefully pulled the clip free that held the veil and cap on her head. “I…I’ll get it back.”
“For your memories,” he said softly, nodding and pulling the box forward for her. “Marla has an amazing memory and will guard your belongings like the treasures they are.”
“Thank you, Master Gabriel,” the younger woman preened under his compliment. “May I speak, Sir?”
“Please.”
“Your sub doesn’t happen to be bisexual, does she?” She asked politely, watching as Bailey opened the clasps behind her back and slid the small jacket and bra from her shoulders.
Bailey held her arms close together, carefully reaching for the black replacement. She had it up her arms when she realized that most of her breasts would be bared to the world and sighed.
“I don’t know,” Gabriel offered a little smile at Bailey and then chuckled at the look on her face. “I’m afraid she isn’t, Marla. Tonight she happens to be all mine.”
“How very fortunate for you, Master,” Marla continued to watch.
Bailey bent in half, opened the ankle cuffs and reached for her hips, easing the elastic apart and stepping out of them. She knew her cheeks were bright, flaming red and refused to look anywhere but the floor. Her brain was busy with the information that came with the erotic romance books she’d read. She laid the black confection on the floor and stepped into the wide lacy elastic of the band, pulling it up and letting it settle at her waist.
There was no center. There were no panties. She was positive the color would never leave her cheeks.
“No. I don’t think so,” Gabriel reached for her hips, sliding the elastic lower so her naval was shown, the shimmering gold ring she wore glinting in the lights of the hall. “Much better.” He drew one finger along the lacy edge of her top, his finger touching the nipple just inside the fabric and he nodded. “Turn around, Bee.”
She wanted to ask why but his voice told her to just do as she was told. The band at her hips held several lengths of black almost invisibly soft fabric and she didn’t give a thought to the behind part until she felt his hand slide over her ass. She wasn’t sure how she managed to not yelp and jump at the firm hand squeezing and stroking.
“All mine,” Gabriel told anyone close enough to hear. “Thank you, Marla. This way, pet,” he reluctantly pulled his palm from her behind and took her fingers in his, walking casually around the second level. “Do you understand the difference between submission and abuse, Bee?”
“You won’t do anything I don’t want,” she answered quickly, her mind going over the information she’d gathered in her reading. Her emotions and body were trying to understand the height of arousal he could send her into. She was a programmer. She knew how to break things down and analyze them. But this wasn’t making sense to her. “If you did, it would be abuse.”
“Very good, pet,” he nodded and gestured to several scenes being played out. “These are the flogging and paddling stations. For people who don’t want their sub over their lap…or bent over a desk.”
Bailey stared and swallowed at the scenes she saw and the one he’d hinted at with his words.
Some with soft, short floggers; some with flat paddles; others where either a male or female stood before a sub bound to the wall or post and having their bodies completely explored. Still others were blindfolded or gagged;
some nude, some wearing very little of their original costume.
Bailey felt more heat pooling between her thighs and just wanted to rub them together.
He’d left her throbbing and swollen. He led her to one of the corners, a series of hooks above that were on a rolling system had her head tilted to watch him adjust things.
“Bee, look up at me,” Gabriel placed her against the post. “I want you to stand right here. Do not move from this spot. I’m not going to restrain you until I return with my bag,” he raised a hand, about to remove the mask when her head shook adamantly. “No? Alright. For tonight, the mask remains. Hands behind your back, feet slightly apart,” he slid one boot covered foot between hers and nudged them apart. “Shoulders back, head up, eyes down. Very good, Bee.” He ran one palm over the thick, silk curls and inhaled deeply. “I’ll be right back.”
Bailey closed her eyes and worked hard to slow the thumping heart in her chest. She was positive it would burst free any minute. With any new touch he offered. She swayed slightly and struggled to steel more than her nerves. She could do this. She wanted different, she told herself firmly. She was definitely exploring.
With her eyes closed, she searched for something to focus on and chose the chanting chorus of the music playing dark and low throughout the club.
She didn’t know where her sanity had vanished to. She’d always been in control. It was reassuring, she told herself over and over. And still couldn’t explain why giving that control to someone else seemed so exciting.
No, not just someone. A stranger at a masquerade.
The part struggling for answers was shouting for her to gather her clothing, change and leave. Now. She ignored the lecturing voice. She knew she wasn’t the promiscuous type. She knew she didn’t bed hop and that something deep inside her, told her this man didn’t either. That thought sent another lightning jolt straight to her middle where the damp heat hadn’t let up since he began touching her. He’d chosen her over all the others she’d seen wandering the club.
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