by Marlee Wray
“I heard you did another roleplay tonight.”
“Yeah.”
“I heard it was good.”
“Doing a role play with Nikki is like dancing with a dance instructor. She does most of the work. She knows I’m not an actor. Who does she have me play? I’m like the barbarian or the terminator or the cyborg that’s come to kidnap her.”
Shay laughed.
“Basically I say like five or six words, chase her around, and then carry her off and tie her up. I punish her and sometimes have sex with her. All things I’m good at.”
Shay grinned. “I don’t know whether I should be flattered or pissed that she’s had me play the sleazy boss who’s screwing his secretary and the teacher who’s disciplining and screwing his little schoolgirls. Once we did a scene that went on for an hour and a half.”
“Oh, man. How much of that was talking?”
“A third at least. Negotiating and chastising… yeah, a lot of talk.”
Rory tapped his chest. “Barbarian. The whole scene was twenty minutes at most. At most.”
Shay glanced at the ceiling, still smiling. “I like it all. Everything we do here.”
“Yeah, it’s a great club.”
Shay rubbed his eyes. “I gotta go. Morning conference call. You done drinking?”
“Done here.”
“Don’t you work mornings?”
“Sometimes. My team’s got their marching orders. They see me when I get there.”
“If I’m not up and online early, I’ll have two hundred emails by noon, and it’ll take me all afternoon to dig out. Better just to conference with them early, so I can get on with the work I like to do.”
“If I had two hundred emails by noon, everybody would be fired. Everybody.”
Shay laughed. “I need to rethink my management style.”
“I read you sold your last platform for eight figures. Seems like your style works for you.”
“You saw that? It was buried in the Journal.”
Rory shrugged.
“Barbarian, my ass. I’m going to have to tell Nikki she’s got you all wrong.”
“Christ, don’t do that.” Rory stood up and stretched. “C’mon. Let’s lock up and get out of here.”
Chapter Three
It was two nights before Kate could return to the club. Master J had been really great about her school schedule.
She’d had a chance while on the tour to see what the subs wore. It had been really varied. From head-to-toe latex down to nothing at all. He’d told her that she could bring something to change into, but if he didn’t approve he’d dress her in something else from the wardrobe on hand at the club. That had flustered her. Not because she minded wearing clothes from the club, but what if the things in her size didn’t fit right? She also wasn’t into latex. What if that’s what he chose for her? She didn’t want to be disrespectful, but… She hoped her royal blue slip dress fringed in black lace would be okay.
She arranged for her ride to pick her up early because she wanted to have time to study the binder Master J had shown her with the club’s rules.
She knew that many nights she might share a ride to the club and had hoped that that would be the case, so she could get some more information on the drive, maybe even ask a question or two about Master Rory, but she ended up riding alone.
The driver parked the car and escorted her to the gate. They stood under the light and pressed the buzzer. The gate opened and she entered. When the gate closed behind her, the driver turned and went back to the car. She wondered if the drivers had any idea what went on inside the club.
She followed the path to the front door and entered her name and personal security code. She heard the lock click and opened the door.
Nikki was at the pillar desk. Kate could only see the top half of her, but she seemed to be wearing a lemon-colored demi-cup bra.
“Hi, Nikki.”
“So great to see you, Kate. But you’re here really early. The scenes won’t start for a little while.”
“I know. I was hoping to have some time to study the book.”
“What book?”
“The book on the club rules?”
“There’s a book on the club rules?” Nikki asked. “And you’ve seen it?”
“Master J showed it to me.”
“Huh. Must be new. Master J’s not here yet, but Master Shay trains new subs sometimes, so if there’s a handbook, he’ll have a copy. Hang on, let me shoot these texts off so all my people get picked up, especially the other new member.”
“Another new sub?”
“Yes. A boy! It’s unusual for us to get two new subs the same week, so this is really cool. His name is Tyler, by the way. Really cute. He’s bisexual, so I’m curious whether they’ll choose Mistress Marianne or Master Blade to train him. Mistress Marianne is incredible with a whip; there’s no one better. But for overall showmanship, Master Blade is my idol.” Nikki finished sending texts and pressed a button for the phone to forward. Then she stepped out from behind the desk wearing a thong that matched her bra and platform heels, also in a lemony shade of yellow. She was so tiny and perfect, like a ballerina. Kate felt like an Amazon by comparison.
“Okay, this way.”
They passed through the curtains, and she followed Nikki toward the offices. They could hear men laughing through the door.
“I hate to interrupt,” Nikki said. “Let’s just wait a minute.”
After a few moments passed, the laughter died down, and Nikki knocked.
The door opened, and Master Rory filled the doorway, wearing jeans and a black knit shirt. He was so imposing and gorgeous that Kate froze in place.
“So sorry to interrupt, Master Rory,” Nikki said. “We were hoping to ask Master Shay a question. We’ll wait at the front desk till he’s free.”
“Come in and ask now,” Master Rory said, his eyes fixed on Kate. “What are you wearing, Kate?”
“Just regular clothes. I brought something for the club too though,” she said, tapping her bag. “Master J is going to decide if I wear it or something else. Not my school clothes, though, of course.”
“Let’s see what you wore to school.”
“Master Shay, I can’t leave the desk unattended for long,” Nikki said. “May I leave Kate with you? She just needs to get to the lounge when she’s done here.”
“Sure, leave her with us,” Master Rory said.
“Thank you,” Nikki said and turned and left.
“I think there’s more fabric on her shoes than her body,” Master Shay said with a smile.
“Agreed,” Master Rory said, glancing at the doorway. “If every lemon wedge looked that good, I’d put one in everything.”
Kate felt a stab of jealousy. Nikki was so pretty and had that perfect body. Was she Master Rory’s first choice for a play partner?
Master Rory folded his arms across his chest. “So the school clothes. Not a good idea to keep one of us waiting.”
“Sorry, it’s just that I’m in my regular clothes and not really here officially yet.”
Master Rory simply stared at her.
“But of course, you can see if you want to.” Her cheeks flushed, and she took off her coat. She was wearing a hound’s-tooth skirt with black tights and slides. Her gray sweater was nothing special, except that it was a little snug, so it showed off her breasts.
“I almost miss college,” Master Shay said. “What did you need to ask me, Kate?”
“Master J showed me a book with the club’s rules. I came early, hoping that I could study a little before he arrived.”
“Now I really do feel like I’m back at school,” Master Shay said with a smirk. “You don’t actually need to study a book, sweetheart.”
“But can I? I’d like to try to impress him.”
Master Rory’s eyes narrowed.
“Sure, but you can’t take it to the lounge. You can sit here and go through it. Hell, no, you can’t. I’ve got to meet with D about
a purchasing order.”
“We don’t need the book,” Master Rory said. “I’ll help her study. Come with me, Kate.”
Kate thought Master Shay might object because she really wasn’t supposed to spend time with anyone other than Master J, but he didn’t stop them from leaving.
When they reached the lounge, Kate paused in the doorway, realizing there was no one else inside.
“What’s wrong?” Master Rory asked.
“I’m not sure whether I’m allowed to be in there with you alone.”
“We’re not in a Jane Austen novel. You don’t have to have a chaperone for a study session.”
She walked inside with him. “Are you really planning to help me study? Also, have you actually read a Jane Austen novel?” she teased.
He took a step forward so that she was trapped between him and the sink. “Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
She bit her lip, knowing that this was definitely skating the line of what was out of bounds. That voice though, so deep and uncompromising, left her feeling breathless and excited. She turned and rested her hands on the counter, her heart pounding. He set his hands on either side of hers and put his mouth near her ear.
“There’s a little bit of a bad girl who likes to tease in you, huh? Wanna know what happens to bad girls?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“If you were mine, I’d bend you over this counter, flip up that schoolgirl skirt, and spank that juicy ass of yours.” He paused. “And that would be just the beginning.”
She was shaky with desperation for him to do exactly what he threatened. Instead the low rumble of his voice said, “Turn around, Kate.”
She did so without hesitation, though she had to grab his arm to steady herself when turning in the tight space because her feet got twisted up.
He was inches from her. She tilted her mouth toward his, ready to kiss him.
“No,” he said.
She bit her lip and eased back away from him.
“This isn’t date night. In this house, you ask for permission.”
“May I kiss you, Sir?”
“Exactly like that. Good girl.” He studied her face, his mouth so close. “As much as I want to taste those lips, now isn’t the time.” Master Rory took a step back and motioned for her to sit down.
She took her place at the table, folding her hands and waiting. He turned and leaned against the cabinets.
“What do you want me to quiz you on?”
“Anything you remember from the book.”
“I remember everything from the book.”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t dare tease him by being skeptical again. She’d felt his erection. He had great self-control, but she doubted he was supposed to pin her to the counter. Master J had been very clear that during her training no other doms should put their hands on her without his permission.
“Let’s start with the rules. What do you do with your phone?”
“Oh, gosh. I forgot,” she said. “It’s powered off, but I was supposed to let Master J put it into the box for safekeeping. There’s no photography or recording of any kind in the club.” She yanked the phone from her bag and held it out to him. He leaned forward and confirmed that it was powered off.
“Set it on the table. We’ll take care of it in a minute,” he said. Then he started to run through the bylaws and rules of conduct with her. He really did seem to remember the entire contents of the binder.
“Okay, let’s lock up the phone and then I want to see what you brought to wear.” He held up a hand to ward off her question. “Master J will be here anytime. You might as well be ready.”
“Do you think he’ll want to see my school clothes?”
“No.”
“Why did you, Master Rory?”
“Ask me again another time.”
He led her from the lounge to the sub’s locker room door.
“May I ask you something else now?”
“Yes.”
“How long do you think it’ll be before I’ll be allowed to do scenes with club members other than Master J?”
“Not tonight, so too long.”
She smiled.
“I’ll take care of your phone. You change and wait for me here,” he said, nodding at the entrance to the women’s locker room.
She nodded and went in. Inside, she marveled. Calling it a locker room was ridiculous. The showers faced a mosaic tile mural of enormous roses blooming in pink and coral. The serpentine counter in the vanity area was beige sandstone. There were mirrors reaching to the ceiling that were framed in round bulbs. There was a tufted couch covered in shimmery gold fabric. In the drawers there were packets of toiletries that included tiny soaps, travel-size toothpastes and toothbrushes, shampoos and conditioners, and lotions, all luxury brands.
The stacked towels were fluffy and bright white. Did they have a laundry service that delivered? It was so strange that one part of the club looked like it belonged to a five-star hotel. Quite a contrast from the industrial row full of cages, St. Andrew’s crosses, and punishment benches.
Her stomach tightened at the thought of being tied down and punished by Master Rory. She wanted him so badly. He seemed interested in her too, which was exciting.
She changed into the slip dress, trying to decide whether to leave her strapless bra on underneath. Her breasts were heavy, so it was nice to have the support, but the slip was so light, the bra’s bones showed underneath.
She left it on for the moment and looked herself over. She definitely wasn’t a ballerina, but the slip dress looked pretty on her. The vibrant blue was a great color. She opened the door and stepped out.
Master Rory walked over. “Go back in and lose the bra.”
“I was trying to decide about that.”
“It’s decided.”
She smiled and did as he ordered.
When she returned, he looked her over. “That’s a really good choice for your first night on the floor.”
“What would you have chosen? If you were the one training me?”
“Can’t see how that’s relevant, since he’s not,” Master J said, walking up.
“Sorry! I didn’t mean any disrespect, Master J, honestly.”
“We’ll talk about it later. Where’s your phone?”
“It’s in a lockbox in Shay’s office,” Master Rory said.
“Appreciate the help, but don’t need it,” Master J said evenly.
“I know. Later,” he said, walking away.
“Seems like we have some things to talk about. Let’s take a walk to my office.”
She nodded and followed him around a winding path to a lone door. He unlocked it and she followed him inside. He flicked on the light, and she was transported. The walls were knotty pine paneling and there were exposed wood beams overhead. The floor had an animal skin rug. A beautiful painting of a desert sunset hung on the wall across from his desk. There was a pair of antique guns hanging on the wall behind him.
“Did he put his hands or anything else on you?”
“No.”
“No, what?”
“No, Sir.”
“Did you put your hands or anything else on him?”
“No, Master J.”
“Did he tell you to do anything that I’ve told you you’re not allowed to do?”
“No, Sir. He helped me study.”
“He did what?”
She explained about coming in early to study and why Master Rory had offered to help.
“Uh huh. So let’s find out whether the studying was useful. Tell me what you learned.”
She rattled off everything Master Rory had taught her, including twelve of the club’s bylaws.
“That son-of-a-bitch,” Master J said, laughing.
“Pardon, Sir?”
“Nothing,” he said, still smiling. “Master Rory has more than proven that he knows the letter of the law and will abide by it. He’s even taught quite a bit of it to you. He’s al
so made it pretty clear that if I leave you unattended, I can expect to find him where he doesn’t belong. We’ll have to take steps to see that that doesn’t happen anymore.”
She nodded, really disappointed to hear that.
“That’s a beautiful slip. For a nightclub or a honeymoon, it’d be about perfect. But you don’t need it in here.”
She blinked.
“You heard me. Take it off.”
She’d understood this would happen; she just hadn’t thought it would be quite so abrupt. She took a deep steadying breath, then slid the slip over her head and folded it. She set it on the edge of the desk.
He walked around the desk and stood in front of her. “You’re beautiful, Kate.” He cupped her breasts, testing their weight. “Gorgeous tits.” He flicked each nipple, making them sting and tighten. Heat rushed to her face and lower. Being handled roughly and talked to that way was such a turn-on.
He took a step back. “Everything off.”
She swallowed and slid her underwear down to the floor and then stepped out of them, her face flaming.
“I like your glossy dark hair,” he said, looking at her pussy. “But that bush hides too much. You’ll be shaved or waxed by next week.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Get on my desk.”
It was so unreal to be ordered to strip and move around on command. Like a puppet. No, like a submissive, she thought, reminding herself that this was what she’d signed up for. This was what she wanted.
It was hard though because she didn’t want to submit to Master J, no matter how handsome he was. Not because he wasn’t great. A few days earlier she’d have been thrilled to have been assigned to him. Now though, things felt different.
Still, she needed to behave. She wanted to be a good submissive, so she needed to allow him to train her.
She sat on the edge the desk, steadying herself.
“You all right?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Lie back and lift your legs so your feet are on either side of your ass.”
Her legs shook as she lifted them. She knew in that position she’d be completely exposed. It made her want to run from the office. It also excited her.
“Good girl.”
She closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. She loved hearing a dom tell her she was a good girl, even if it wasn’t the dom she wanted praise from the most.
