Intrigued Out of the Office

by Nicole Edwards

  He chuckled. “Not always, no.”

  Sir steered me across the room, stopping a couple of times to greet the people we came in contact with. Unlike the party I attended with Master, the people here were friendly enough and Sir always introduced me, using my first name. I caught curious glances being shot my way from everywhere. I wasn’t sure if they were surprised that Sir had a submissive with him or if they were looking at me specifically.

  I did my best to be respectful, not looking anyone in the eye for fear I would offend them. It wasn’t until I heard someone say Trent Ramsey that my interest was piqued. In case you didn’t know, Trent Ramsey was only one of the absolute hottest men in Hollywood.

  “Master Ramsey,” Sir greeted. “Good to see you.”

  I couldn’t help it, I openly stared at the man approaching us. It was none other than the Trent Ramsey. In the flesh. Standing less than two feet away. The guy was a god among men and I knew my mouth was hanging open, but I couldn’t help it.

  “Master Moore. It’s been a while, huh?”

  “Not that long,” Sir answered, squeezing the back of my neck gently. “I’d like to introduce you to Luci. She’s my submissive for the evening.”

  Trent Ramsey held out his hand and I didn’t move.

  The chuckle that came from the larger-than-life man standing before me shocked me into reality.

  “I’m so sorry, Master Ramsey,” I apologized, holding out my hand.

  “A little star-struck,” Sir explained.

  A little? I could hardly breathe.

  “I get it all the time,” Master Ramsey said. “If you get a minute later, I’d like to chat.”

  “Absolutely. Let me get her settled in and I’ll find you.”

  Master Ramsey patted Sir’s back, then moved on to speak to someone else.

  Sir turned to face me. “Close call, pet.”

  “I know. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Turn around,” he instructed.

  I pivoted, facing away from him.

  When I felt the laces on my corset loosen, I knew exactly what he was doing. Heat infused my face when he relieved me of the garment, exposing my breasts to everyone in the room. Granted, no one seemed to be paying me any attention, but that didn’t ease any of my humiliation.

  “Very pretty,” Sir said when he turned me back around.

  He caressed my nipples with the backs of his hands and they instantly pebbled, betraying me. Sir leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Be respectful, or the next thing to go will be the skirt.”

  Shit.

  I wasn’t sure that I was ready for that.

  However, I also wasn’t sure I could be as respectful as they expected.

  I feared I was doomed to fail because I was totally out of my element.

  Twenty-Nine

  SIR SPENT THE NEXT HALF hour escorting me through the club. He showed me the dungeon, which, as it turned out, really looked like a dungeon. At least this one did, anyway. From the stone walls and dark concrete floors to the intimate lanterns mounted on the wall, it held a dark appeal that called to me. I’d never seen anything like it. The scene outlined before us was kinky and sexy and…I didn’t want to ever leave.

  Once at the bottom of the stairs, Sir led me around, continuing to keep his hand on the back of my neck. We stopped while he talked to several people, and a couple of times to admire a scene. I was mesmerized when I noticed a stunning woman wearing black latex using fire on her submissive. It was an interesting trick for sure. The guy’s erection was impossible to miss, so I could only assume that he enjoyed what she was doing to him.

  Personally, I wasn’t sure I wanted the flame anywhere near me. But in the same sense, the woman—a Domme—appeared to be enjoying herself, her pleasure recognizable on her pretty face. I figured it was as gratifying for her submissive, simply knowing how much it pleased his Mistress.

  It was true that in the past few months, I had learned a lot about this lifestyle. Not simply by reading, but also by experiencing it. Every single interaction I’d had with my bosses had taught me a lesson. I felt as though I wasn’t quite as “wild” as King had initially accused me of being.

  I discreetly scanned the room, looking to see if I recognized anyone. I figured some of the people I’d been introduced to at the island were also members. I knew that Kristen was for sure, as was Jordan, which meant it was possible they were here, too. Of course, I was secretly looking for my other bosses, hoping they’d make an appearance.

  “I need to speak with Master Ramsey,” Sir informed me when we stopped in front of a naked woman tied to a pole while a large man used a whip—a real one, with a wickedly long tail—on her back. She was writhing and moaning, pleading for more. Inside, I was cringing, wondering exactly how these people could tolerate being physically hurt for the pleasure of others.

  “I want you to stay right here,” Sir instructed. “Don’t make eye contact and if another Dom approaches you, be polite.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Although I outwardly agreed, I was terrified that some unknown man was going to come over and insist that I do something for him. I knew how to be respectful, but what if the guy didn’t take it that way? Would he punish me?

  Sir leaned down and pressed his lips to mine at the same time he tweaked my right nipple.

  I squeaked into his mouth, which made him chuckle.

  “You’ll be fine, sweet girl. Do not leave this spot for any reason.”

  Remembering how upset Master had gotten when I wasn’t kneeling by his desk when he returned that day had me planting my feet firmly. I had absolutely no intention of moving, no matter what. I would not disappoint Sir in that way.

  When Sir left, his comforting touch went with him and I felt a strange chill dance down my spine. I did my best to focus on the big guy swinging the nasty-looking whip, snapping it against the woman’s back, leaving crisscrosses of red welts in its wake. She moaned every time the leather came in contact with her skin.

  Across the room, I heard a woman scream. My head instantly jerked in that direction. I found the source of the sound on the floor, kneeling. She was attached to what appeared to be a leash and the man standing over her was wielding a belt. He reared back and slapped her ass, the leather echoing with a loud crack. The woman screamed again.

  “No, please, Master. Don’t! I promise I’ll be good.”

  He leaned down, his hand grabbing her around the neck. He held her tightly, their eyes locked. She looked terrified.

  I kept my feet rooted in place, refusing to leave my position. That didn’t stop me from watching. I was scared something was wrong, that this woman was being beaten and she didn’t want it. However, she wasn’t using her safeword, so that meant she was okay. Or that’s what I’d been led to believe. My heart raced with fear for her safety as the man once more spanked her with the belt, his hand still tightly around her neck.

  “She’s fine, pet,” a deep rumbling voice sounded in my ear.

  I froze in place. I knew that voice. It was the same as Sir’s only slightly deeper, a tad raspier. My body instantly heated as he moved closer.

  “He’s a regular here,” Master explained. “And they’re role playing right now.”

  “How do you know?” My voice came out raspy.

  “Because I know him well.”

  “But he’s choking her,” I insisted.

  “He’s a Primal,” Master explained, although I had no clue what that meant. “And she’s primal prey.”

  I frowned.

  “There are certain aspects of their play that’s allowed here, although they’re closely monitored,” Master continued. “The man over there…”

  I glanced in the direction of his gaze.

  “He’s a dungeon monitor assigned specifically to watch them. Due to the brutality of their play, Master Ramsey insists on close observation.”

  Okay, now that sounded terrifying.

  Daring to turn, I slowly pivoted so that I could look up into the handsome fa
ce that was eerily similar to Sir’s. They really were identical when Sir wasn’t wearing his glasses; however, they carried themselves differently. Most people probably wouldn’t notice the disparity right off, but I’d been around them long enough to have detected the nuance.

  “Where’s Landon?” Master asked.

  “He said he had to take care of something.”

  Master glanced around the room as though searching for him. “Good, then that’ll leave us a few minutes alone together.”

  When Master started to urge me to move, I held my ground. “I’m sorry, Master,” I said quickly. “Sir told me not to move.”

  I could see what looked to be a smirk, but it dropped instantly. I wasn’t sure what that meant or if I should be worried.

  “Did he tell you why?” Master probed, his eyes scanning my face.

  “No.”

  “Did you ask?”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  I frowned. “Because it isn’t my place to question his instruction.”

  This time, Master did smile, and a second later, Sir joined him, also wearing a grin.

  Sir put his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me to him. When his mouth met mine, he thrust his tongue past my lips and kissed me roughly. I sighed against him, grateful for his return.

  “I’m proud of you, sweet girl,” Sir whispered as he stared down into my eyes.

  I studied his face momentarily, trying to read his mind. I could tell he approved of my reaction and then I realized why.

  “That was a test, wasn’t it?” I asked, feeling as though I’d been played.

  “It was. And you passed.”

  His answer didn’t make me feel any better.

  “Why the frown, pet?” Master asked, moving to stand beside Sir.

  “I don’t like to be tested,” I admitted truthfully.

  “Well, then you’re not gonna like a lot of things,” Sir said, chuckling. “Come on. I’ve got something in mind for you.”

  Swallowing hard, I glanced between both men, slightly wary of what they intended to do to me. Then again, I think I was more intrigued than anything else.

  Not that I was going to let them know that.

  •

  Sir led me upstairs to the main floor, but we didn’t stop. We continued up another flight of stairs to the second floor. This one was the exact opposite of the dungeon, despite it still being dark. The blue lights cast an eerie glow over the faces of those wandering around, giving it an erotic ambience. Well, that mixed with the people in various stages of undress.

  “Come here, sweet girl,” Sir said, directing me over to an empty corner.

  I instantly noticed the restraints dangling from the ceiling and more on the floor. A tremor vibrated through my body at the thought of being restrained here, in front of all these people.

  “Remove your skirt and boots, pet,” Sir instructed.

  I inhaled sharply, my nervousness causing me to pause.

  Sir turned to face me. “Are you defying me already?”

  My eyes darted up to his face. “No, Sir.”

  “Good. Then do as I asked.”

  Swallowing hard, I decided to ignore the fact that there were people everywhere, a few of them having already started moving toward us, gathering in a semicircle around us.

  I reached for the zipper on my skirt but paused.

  Sir came over, tilting my head back so that I was staring into his hazel eyes.

  “Who is your master?”

  “You are, Sir.”

  “Who do you wish to please?”

  “Only you, Sir.”

  “What’s your safeword?”

  “Red, Sir.”

  “So, you’re aware you can use it any time you feel you need to?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His voice was hard, his eyes penetrating straight through me. “Unless you intend to use it, I expect you to strip. Now.”

  I nodded, my hands trembling.

  “Your only focus should be on me. I am the only person who matters in this entire building. Only me.”

  My head jerked in an understanding nod; still, I was frozen.

  “You have to trust me, pet. That’s all I ask of you.”

  I did trust him. It was myself I didn’t trust. The thought of all these strangers watching me come…it was terrifying. It made me feel incredibly vulnerable. Too vulnerable.

  “I’ll give you two more seconds. If you don’t do as I asked, I will punish you, and I promise, that will be far worse than anything I intend to do to you here.”

  That spurred me into gear and I instantly leaned down and removed my left boot, then my right before unzipping my skirt and removing it. I handed my clothes to Sir and he placed them on a small table near the wall. I fought the urge to cover myself, knowing Sir wouldn’t like that.

  When he returned to my side, he kissed me sweetly. It melted my insides, and for a brief moment, I forgot that I was standing naked in the middle of a BDSM club while people watched.

  Someone cleared their throat.

  Okay, so maybe I didn’t completely forget. But I did maintain my focus, looking only at Sir, willing everyone else to fade away.

  The next thing I knew, Sir was tugging me toward the restraints that hung from chains hooked to large beams in the ceiling.

  “Turn around,” he stated firmly.

  I did, and once again, I was facing the crowd, my naked body on full display.

  Sir went to work hooking my wrists to the cuffs above me, then my ankles to the ones in the floor. The position had my body in the shape of an X and I scanned the crowd, wondering what they saw when they looked at me. Did they find the sight of my nakedness a turn-on? Or were they focusing on my every flaw?

  Those were questions that continued to flood my mind, making me nervous, on the verge of panic. I could hear them murmuring to one another and I couldn’t help thinking they were talking about me.

  My eyes were drawn to a man moving toward us and I realized Master was returning, this time carrying a large black bag. He slipped out of my line of sight and I fought the urge to twist, curious as to what he had in that bag. More importantly, what he was going to do with whatever he had in that bag.

  “I like you just like this,” Sir said softly. “Restrained and naked for my pleasure.”

  My eyes shot up to his and I held his stare, wondering if he could see my fear.

  He brushed the backs of his fingers over my cheek. “I’m going to have fun with you.”

  His words made me tremble.

  Master appeared in front of me, holding something out to Sir. I watched them exchange what appeared to be a small black case as well as several long cotton swabs. The kind you see in a doctor’s office.

  “This is what is known as sensation play, sweet girl,” Sir explained, opening the case. There were several small canisters, each with a lid. They looked almost like lip gloss containers. Sir retrieved one, then handed the case back to Master.

  “Bring the blindfold,” Sir directed Master.

  My heart slammed against my chest as I thought about being blindfolded. Taking away my sight meant I would not be able to see who was around me, who was touching me. I wouldn’t know what they were doing.

  Then again, I realized that was the point. I was to put my trust in Sir.

  “Breathe, little one,” Master crooned softly in my ear as he pulled my hair back and secured it before placing the blindfold over my eyes, effectively blocking everything out. “I want you to focus on our touch.” His hand caressed my cheek. “On the way it makes you feel.”

  I exhaled slowly, trying to relax as his skin brushed mine before he secured the blindfold behind my head, making sure it was fixed in place. I could see nothing, not even light coming through.

  My other senses were instantly heightened. I could hear the drone of conversation taking place around us, the clink of the chains above me when I shifted. The scent of sex and a variety of cologne and perfume permea
ted the air.

  Something cool touched my left nipple. I could tell it was the cotton swab. It was dragged over my nipple, coating it with liquid. My other nipple was soon covered and I focused on breathing. The touch had barely disappeared when my nipples contracted from the intense chill consuming them. It had to be whatever Sir put on me. I inhaled sharply, my entire body feeling the overwhelming cold from whatever it was.

  “You’re safe, pet,” Sir assured me. “I would never do anything to harm you. What I’m using will not damage your skin, only heighten your senses.”

  I jerked when something brushed over my clit. It was too hard to be a finger, so I assumed it was the cotton swab. I listened intently, trying to determine what was being done to me. The only thing I heard was the steady thump of my heartbeat.

  A second later, a soft puff of air blew between my legs and heat swamped me. Unlike the stuff on my nipples, this was warm, growing hotter by the second. I moaned as heat infused my clit.

  “Very pretty,” Sir whispered. “Tell me what it feels like. How are your nipples?”

  “Cold,” I whimpered.

  “And your clit?”

  “Hot.”

  “What’s your color?”

  “Green.”

  “Very good.”

  It took a moment for me to realize I was panting as the sensations warred. The cold on my nipples and the heat on my clit…it brought me to a new level of awareness.

  Something soft brushed down between my shoulder blades. It felt almost like…a feather. I tried to relax, allowing the gentle teasing to block out the other sensations. Then something soft outlined my breasts, teasing over them, then under, before sliding down my belly.

  A moan built as the pleasure intensified. Whatever they were doing, it was engulfing me, stealing my thoughts, leaving me unable to formulate words as the sensations overtook my body.

  “Be very still, pet,” Master instructed, his voice gruff in my ear.

  I tried to keep my muscles from twitching, but the sensations were too much. The feather—or whatever it was—glided over every inch of my skin from my neck to my toes, on the front and back of my body. The instant I would relax, my skin would be tickled in another spot, bringing attention to the chill on my nipples and the heat between my legs.