by Jan Bowles
“Interesting. My friend Chloe suggested I come here tonight.” She stared right at him, her bright blue eyes watching his every move. “You might know her.”
Zane shook his head. “The name doesn’t ring a bell.”
“She’s about five foot five, and weighs around nine stone. She has jet-black hair which she wears short and spiky.”
Zane couldn’t help but laugh. “Nine stone? We work in pounds over here. Submission has more than five hundred members in total, Emma. A lot of women who come here could fit that description. Could be anyone of a dozen or more. Point her out to me when she arrives.”
“I will.” She glanced over his shoulder at the door, which led to the Hot Zone, and then quickly looked away. He knew she wanted to know what lay on the other side. Maybe he’d show her when the time was right.
Emma was an enigma. She appeared confident, yet vulnerable, too. He wondered what she did for a living. It was unusual for people to divulge their private lives at the club. Though if you were perceptive, you could certainly pick up a few clues. Zane let his gaze slide down Emma’s beautiful body. Experience told him he could learn a lot from a woman’s body language.
Her bright mane of blonde hair spun out in a stream of tight curls. He imagined she had trouble keeping it under control. Just the thought of weaving his fingers through it, and tilting her head back as he kissed her for the first time, stiffened his cock into a steel rod.
Zane adjusted his position on the seat to alleviate the ache in his leather jeans. He could already tell Emma would be a hard nut to crack. Yes, she was at a BDSM club, but she didn’t seem in any rush to join in the scene. He realized then, that she might even leave this evening with just her curiosity satisfied.
Diamond studs with heart-shaped droplets dripped expensively from her exquisitely shaped earlobes. They glinted and shimmered every time she moved her head. He’d seen enough diamonds in his business life to know they weren’t fake. Emma—if that was her real name—liked nice things, and could afford them, too.
He let his gaze trail lower. Her breasts, held in a tight leather bra, rose into a tantalizing cleavage. It jiggled sexily every time she breathed. He imagined himself squeezing those breasts together, and hungrily sucking on them, before applying clamps to her taut little nipples. Her bare stomach undulated, and her womanly hips flared seductively. Her hands rested on top of her skimpy leather skirt. There was no wedding band on her finger, though that didn’t preclude her from being married.
Elegant, long, smooth legs gave way to perfect, tiny feet. Each toenail neatly manicured and painted with a bright red polish. The gold sandals she wore had delicate leather straps that circled each ankle. He imagined leather restraints, taking their place as he spread her legs wide for his own personal pleasure.
Zane leaned back in his seat and smiled. It was going to be a long night. His observations led him to conclude that Emma, although a natural sub, would fight against his control. Outside, in the real world, he figured she was her own woman. Most likely she had a high-rolling job, and managed her own destiny. She was successful in her own right. She wouldn’t take kindly to being mastered. Even if that was what she needed to achieve full sexual satisfaction in the bedroom.
He just caught her surreptitious glance over his shoulder again. “You keep looking at the door that leads to the Hot Zone. Would you like to see what’s on the other side?” he asked casually.
“I don’t know, Zane. That depends what’s on the other side.”
He smiled, and gently touched her hand. “Every sexual fantasy you could possibly think of, Emma.” His highly evocative words hung in the electrified air between them.
She stared once more in the direction of the door, and then licked her lips. Emma was clearly an intelligent and sophisticated woman. He wondered if curiosity would get the better of her. He figured she wanted to know, but feared what she might find there. He held out his hand.
“Emma, listen to me. The one word we respect here, more than any other, is the word no. Forcing someone to do something against their will is totally unacceptable, and certainly a big turnoff. So I ask you again, Emma. Would you like to see what’s on the other side of the door?”
She took a deep breath before answering. “As an observer, yes. But as a participant, no.” She smiled. “I’m too nervous.”
“Then allow me to be your guide. You’ll be quite safe with me. I promise.” He meant what he said, too. He noticed she was apprehensive. It was part of his duty as a Dom to guide the development of a new sub.
He felt immense satisfaction when she placed her small trembling hand in his. “Then I thank you for your protection, Master Zane.”
Chapter Four
Emma felt intoxicated with the sights and sounds happening all around. The seductive environment simply overwhelmed her. Like a lure, the hedonistic lifestyle drew her in. Now there were even more scantily dressed couples dancing provocatively on the revolving stage. She had to make a conscious effort not to stare at them.
Her heart rate rose, making her breathing all the more noticeable. She wondered if Zane could tell she was turned on. She immediately pushed the intrusive thoughts away. What did it matter? She was just curious to know what lay on the other side of the secretive door. Exactly what had her friend Chloe really been into?
With her hand held snuggly in Zane’s big strong grasp, she didn’t feel quite so nervous. As she walked beside him, she realized that he must be around six foot three. He was so tall and beautifully toned. Her gaze kept flicking to his strong biceps and chest muscles. She knew he must work out to create such well-defined abs. When he finally pushed the door open, he beckoned her in with an index finger, and she tentatively followed his lead.
It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the subdued lighting. As everything came into focus, it soon became apparent that they were in a much larger room. In the center stood an island that was divided up into several smaller areas. It looked rather like a stage set of a Hollywood movie, with different scenes being played out at each station.
Still holding her hand and occasionally squeezing it for comfort, Zane guided her around the perimeter. Lots of people in various stages of undress, some completely naked, stood in front of each set. Despite straining her neck, she was unable to see what was happening. With a word from Zane the audience parted, and she moved to the front for a better view. The medium-sized area was made up like a dungeon. A man was tying a naked woman up with coils of rope. Feeling like a voyeur, Emma’s first reaction was to leave. Recoiling, she immediately backed into Zane’s hard body standing right behind her. His skin felt warm on her back, and the breath spilled from her lungs in short, sharp pants. With his hands resting on her shoulders, he leaned in and whispered against her ear, “Easy, easy. I’m right here. You’re perfectly safe. Master Cole and Jessica are demonstrating the art of shibari. It’s a very erotic form of bondage.”
It was only when he mentioned her name that Emma recognized the naked woman. The pretty brunette who’d shown her around the club seemed to be enjoying the experience.
Master Cole spoke. “When you’ve checked that the ropes are not too tight, you can then attach the hoist.” He clipped several hooks to the ropes tightly binding Jessica, and using a set of pulleys, he lifted her naked body from the floor. The ropes crisscrossed her body, dividing her breasts, and spreading her legs wide apart. Master Cole engaged the audience again. “Now you have your sub exactly where you want her. You can administer a little punishment, or pleasure as required. If your sub is disrespectful, a spanking may be in order. On the other hand, if your sub has pleased her Master, he may feel benevolent.” He gently kissed Jessica’s forehead as she swung helplessly five feet from the floor. “What’s it to be, slave? Do you deserve your Master’s displeasure or approval?”
“You decide, Master.”
Emma couldn’t drag her eyes away as Master Cole massaged the entire length of Jessica’s body with his hands. By the time he’
d finished, Jessica was panting, and begging with sexual frustration.
Emma felt her panties moisten. She was shocked and disgusted with herself, but she couldn’t stop looking as Master Cole moved between Jessica’s widely spread legs and licked the entire length of her shaven slit. When his tongue contacted her clitoris, sexual moans and whimpers spilled from Jessica’s lips.
“Please, Master Cole. Please.” Jessica’s body arched and twisted repeatedly against her bindings, to first a ripple and then a roar of applause from the audience. Emma’s mouth fell open in astonishment. Surely a woman needed more time to climax? Perhaps it had all been an act. Even so, the whole scene had been intensely arousing. So much so, her body shook with adrenaline. With his hands still resting easily on her shoulders, she was sure Zane felt her trembling, too.
“How do you feel?” he asked as he guided her along to the next room.
“Shocked.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes.” She certainly wasn’t going to tell a complete stranger she was turned on.
Zane chuckled, but didn’t argue. The next scene contained a female Domme wearing skyscraper-high heels. Whip in hand, she walked slowly and authoritatively over the back and ass of a naked man. Despite his submissive moans and whimpers, he was clearly enjoying himself. However, watching his ritual humiliation did nothing for her, unlike the previous scene.
“Not to your taste?” Emma asked as Zane guided her away.
He smiled. “Absolutely not. I need to be in charge to get my kicks. But if you’d like to—”
“Oh, no. I’m quite happy to continue. I’ll just see a little more of what Submission has to offer, and then I won’t take up any more of your valuable time.”
Zane nodded as he stared down at her. His eyes scanned her face, and a faint smile drifted to his lips.
“Why are you here, Emma?” he asked very quietly.
“Curiosity, nothing more. As I said earlier, my friend Chloe suggested I pay a visit.” She wasn’t going to tell him she was looking for clues to her friend’s disappearance. Even if it was proving harder than she’d anticipated.
“Hmm, and what are your first impressions?”
“Not sure yet. I need more time to make an informed opinion.” He clearly wanted to know how she felt about the erotic scenes she’d just witnessed. But she wasn’t going to admit it to herself, least of all a stranger. It had all taken her completely by surprise.
Changing the subject, she pointed to the next scene. “Surely that’s dangerous.” A naked woman lay handcuffed to a bed, with a man dripping hot candle wax between her breasts. The woman squirmed with the intensity, but she didn’t cry out. She was clearly getting off on it, and Emma had no doubt she was a willing participant.
They stood and observed for a while. She was acutely aware of Zane’s presence. His large hands still rested gently on her shoulders. The guy demonstrating turned to the gathering audience before describing in great detail the type of wax that should be used. She never realized there were so many different types. She learned they didn’t all melt at the same temperature. Apparently some waxes were safe to use, while others were not. Emma was pleasantly surprised how safety conscious they were at Submission.
After a while, they walked past a couple preparing for a teacher- pupil scene. On a blackboard were the words “must do better” written in chalk, and a single cane lay on the desk. “It wouldn’t take a genius to guess what happens next,” Emma commented as they strolled past.
Zane took hold of her hand and led her to the side, well away from other club members. He caressed her face with the lightest touch of his fingertips. “So what does happen next, Emma? Do you want to play?”
“I–I don’t know what you—”
He smiled, and looked tenderly at her. “You’re an enigma all right. I can’t quite figure you out. You’re dressed right for the scene, but I get the feeling that you’re really just an innocent. A mere baby, when it comes to knowing exactly what goes on here.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you were sexually aroused, watching the show Jessica and Cole put on.”
Emma wasn’t about to admit anything of the sort. She hadn’t been brought up that way. “I wasn’t. I—”
“You don’t have to be scared of your own feelings. Just be true to yourself.”
She lied again. “I am.” Feeling slightly irritated with his perceptive observations, she added cuttingly, “You don’t know me. We’ve only just met—”
At that moment he threaded his fingers through her hair. For such a powerful man, his surprisingly tender touch caught her off guard, and she allowed him to angle her face to his. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. His kiss felt so gentle. She closed her eyes and sighed in utter contentment. No man had ever kissed her this sensually before. When her lips parted, he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth.
It had been a long time since she’d been kissed—too long. She responded by threading her arms around his neck, and kissing him back. Her skin where it touched his felt electrified. Tiny pinpricks rippled and pulsed as she tried to get even closer.
Zane pressed her back against the wall. A waist-high shelf ran around the edge of the room. He placed his hands under her butt, and effortlessly lifted her onto it. Her legs automatically spread apart, and he moved between them. Through his leather jeans, she felt his hard erection pinning her in place. It pushed and twitched against the crotch of her moist panties. My God, that feels good. Too good. As he continued the kiss, she felt thoroughly possessed by him, and whimpered against his mouth with pure pleasure. Each time she squirmed with enjoyment, she ground her pussy against his hard prick.
Like a bolt from the blue, Emma suddenly realized where she was and what she was doing. “Zane, I’m not sure. I—”
When he pulled away, molten heat shone in his gaze. “Don’t fight your feelings, baby. Go with them.” He unclasped her hands from around his neck and then held them at her side. “Shhh, everything is okay. Everything is just fine.”
His comforting words made her rock her pussy against his prick once more. Her skirt had ridden high up her thighs, and she saw her panties pressed against the ridge of his erection. Even through the leather of his black jeans, his dick looked huge. Reluctantly she dragged her gaze away from the impressive bulge and looked right at him.
He whispered in her ear, “You like the feel of my hard dick against your pussy. No point in denying it. Tell me the truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Emma longed to say yes, because he spoke the truth, but what she was doing was completely out of character. Anger surged in her veins, and she clamped her mouth shut. This wasn’t like her at all. She’d always been in control. She’d had no idea that feeling helpless and vulnerable could be such a serious turn-on, especially with a man like Zane. His blue eyes searched her face as he waited for her answer. She finally relented.
“You know I’m turned on. So why ask?”
“Because I want to hear it from your own lips, in that beautiful cut-glass English accent of yours.”
“Okay, I’m turned on.”
“I think you meant to say, ‘Yes, I’m turned on. Thank you, Master Zane.’”
She was fully aware he was trying to overpower her with his personality and presence. Should she stand her ground? Did she want to? The words demurely slipped from her lips without any effort whatsoever. “You turn me on. Thank you, Master Zane.”
“So when was the last time you orgasmed, if ever?”
Heat rose in her cheeks. She hadn’t expected him to ask that. “That’s none of your bu—”
“Baby, the only thing between my cock and your pussy is a scrap of lace and my zipper. I’m making it my business.”
“I can’t remember,” she murmured miserably. It was embarrassing just thinking about it. She must be useless in bed. It was one of the reasons why she dated so very rarely. Emma bit down on her bottom lip. “I dated a man last Chris
tmas. We were together for about three months in total. He tried everything he knew to give me an orgasm, but couldn’t. He gave up in the end.” She raised her eyes to his. The breath hitched in her throat at the way he looked at her. He was so primal and masculine.
Zane kissed her lightly on the mouth. “See, confiding in me didn’t hurt, did it?”
Emma was aware she blushed. “No, but it’s embarrassing.”
“Do you trust me, Emma?”
Chapter Five
“What do you want from me?” she asked nervously. His cock, still encased in his tight leather jeans, pressed erotically against the front of her panties.
“I want to kiss you.”
A feeling of relief flooded through her. For a brief moment, she’d visualized him dragging her into some seedy back room, where he’d force her to have weird, kinky sex against her will. Beginning to feel a little more confident now, she raised her chin, unafraid to hold his gaze. “We’ve already kissed.”
“I want more.”
A tight coil of nervous energy twisted in her stomach. Zane stood so achingly close to her, his wonderful masculine scent drifting to her nostrils. She noticed long, dark lashes curling around his incredible, striking blue eyes. His short brown hair fell about his forehead, and was cut neatly around his handsome face. Traces of stubble showed on his masculine jaw. Her gaze drifted to his full mouth. His lips were soft and slightly parted.
“Okay, Master Zane,” she whispered submissively, knowing full well that she was feeding his ego. Unable, and unwilling to lose eye contact with him, she watched mesmerized as he slowly lowered his head to hers.
He still held her hands. She liked it when he linked his fingers through hers, grazing his thumbs over her palms. Just that simple contact made the breath hitch in her throat. She parted her lips. Waiting for him.
He held himself mere millimeters away. His lips now lay poised directly above hers, as he observed her every move. “You’re such a cutie,” he whispered softly.
