by Marlee Wray
A fingertip slid between her lower lips. “Slick as spilled motor oil.” He massaged the moisture around her clit, making her pant. “You’re a really good little submissive, aren’t you?”
“I’m trying to be.”
“Except when you’re bad.”
She stiffened.
“You can put your legs down. And sit up, Kate.”
She did so, afraid to meet his eyes.
“I hear you’re a very smart girl, Kate. You made it all the way to the Ivy League, right?”
She nodded.
“So a little bit of the blame for my finding you with Master Rory falls on you, doesn’t it?”
“I’m not sure, Sir.”
“Most of it is on him. I hear he’s a real badass. I’m sure he’s used to doing whatever he wants. But I know something about beautiful smart girls. And that’s that inevitably they learn how to shut down guys who hit on them, even the aggressive ones. I’m betting you’ve had to do that, haven’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“You guess so? Or you know so?” he asked in a low voice.
“Yes, I have, Master J,” she admitted. His scrutiny made her nervous, but she liked that he was firm. She felt like that was the way a dominant should be.
“Did you try tonight to remove yourself from Master Rory’s company?”
“No.”
“Do you think you should have?”
“Probably.”
He chuckled. “Not sure, huh? It’s a good thing you’ve got me to help you figure things out. I think it’s time I got a good look at your ass, Kate.”
She shuddered.
“Turn around and bend over the desk.”
She felt a little lightheaded, but did as he commanded. She turned and leaned over the desk.
“That’s it. You’ll be all right,” he said, putting a reassuring hand on her back. In her fantasies, no one comforted her before a scene. She wanted the dom to be rough-edged, like a certain guy with tattoos. She bet he wouldn’t sweet-talk her before a spanking.
Still, at the moment, she felt shaky and nervous, and it was reassuring for Master J to tell she would be okay.
“Don’t be afraid to let the desk take your weight. Its legs are going to hold up better than yours by the time I’m done.”
Kate held onto the edges of the desk because she was afraid that if she didn’t, she’d shake herself right off.
Master J opened a drawer and took out a wooden paddle.
“I’ve got this giant desk, but I’ve only got about three or four things in the whole damn thing. I should probably either get a smaller desk or more stuff to put it in. Rise up on your toes, sweetness. There you go. That’s a gorgeous ass. Time to warm it up.”
“Master J?”
“Yes?”
“I can use my safeword if I need to in here?”
“Of course. You can use your safeword if you need to anywhere. Always.”
“Okay,” she said, nodding to herself.
“You need to talk to me some more before we start?”
“No, I-I did feel like you might not approve of my studying with Master Rory. I think—” She had to swallow first before she could say the words. “I think I do deserve a punishment. I’m ready.”
“Good girl. I’m proud of you.”
* * *
The night dragged on, until Rory began to pace circles around the club, crisscrossing up and down the aisles. Where the hell were they?
He couldn’t touch her, but he was damn well going to look at her. He imagined that J would at least strip her down to her panties. Even if she was skittish, he’d go that far. Maybe not punishment the first night, but he’d bind her, surely.
Rory’s balls ached just thinking about having her tied up and helpless.
Which brought him back to his original question. Where the fuck were they?
* * *
Kate lay sniffling across Master J’s desk. She’d never been paddled before, and it was both fantastic and devastating. He had paused on and off to massage her wounded buttocks and to massage her throbbing pussy. He’d walloped her until she was clenching her buttocks and pushing them up for more. Then when she was aching and desperate for sex, he fucked her with his fingers until she came. And all the while she’d closed her eyes and fantasized that it was Master Rory doing things to her.
“All right, little girl, come here,” he said, peeling her off the desk and carrying her to an old oversized Adirondack chair in the corner. He sat with her on his lap, rubbing her arms and back. He murmured to her in a low voice, reassuring her that she was fine as she cried. He pulled a blanket down from an overhead hook and wrapped it around her.
After a while, she settled. “What does the J stand for, Master J?” she asked, sniffling.
“Thomas.”
She chuckled. “Seriously?”
“Well, yeah. My first name is Thomas, but I didn’t like that when I was young. So I added a middle initial and had my friends call me TJ. Then in high school I just started going by J, and it stuck.”
“Do people here know?”
“A few.”
They sat together in companionable silence for a while.
“I feel bad,” she said.
“Oh, yeah? About what?”
“A few things.”
“Tell me.”
“I’d expect that punishing someone excites you, too.”
“Sure.”
“But you didn’t get to—”
“To come?”
“Yes. I thought you might want me to take care of that.”
“You weren’t in a state to suck my cock. You needed to feel safe while you were coming down.”
“Do you have a girlfriend to sleep with when you get home?”
He laughed. “You really are a sweet little sub.”
“Is that a stupid thing to ask you?”
“No. You’re brand new to the club. You’re trying to figure out how things work. And I’m your training master, so you should be asking me anything and everything. I want you to do that. If you ever hit on something that’s out of bounds, I’ll tell you. With regard to my personal life outside the club, it’s been about a year since I had a girlfriend, but I don’t miss it much. The club has a big membership and if I choose to, I can do enough scenes to get off as many times as I can get it up. I just have to choose the girls who want to have sex as part of the scene.”
“You didn’t ask me if I wanted to have sex.”
“I don’t have to ask you. You’re learning how to submit to a master. That means I decide what happens to you during a scene. And I decided by the way you were moaning and crying out that you wanted the release of an orgasm.”
“I did. Thank you. But what if I decided I didn’t want sex and used my safeword?”
“To keep me from making you come? Not really appropriate under the circumstances.”
“When I’m done with training, I might be one of those girls who don’t have sex during scenes.”
“That would be a shame since punishment makes your body really want to have sex.”
“But what if I just wanted to learn to be submissive in all the ways except that during my training? Do some submissives get trained without having sex?”
“Sure.” After a beat, he added, “Wanna talk about what’s really on your mind?”
“What do you mean?”
“Rory knows the score, Kate. He’s not your college crush. He’s a dom in a BDSM club, and you don’t belong to him. He wants to have scenes with you himself that include sex, but the next best thing will be seeing me do it. Trust me, he’ll be jealous, but he won’t be angry. And it won’t make him want you any less. You know what will piss him off? Not seeing you out there tonight.”
Kate sucked in a breath. “That’s why we had the scene in your office? So you could punish him too?”
“Technically it’s not a punishment.”
“But you did it to get back at him?”
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bsp; Master J smiled. “He’s not the only one who knows how to follow the letter of the law, rather than the spirit of it.”
“That’s a little low, Sir.”
“No, it’s just giving him a taste of his own medicine. And you don’t need to worry about it. Master Rory and I will settle this between us. You just concentrate on your training.”
“Am I doing okay so far? Was I okay in here, I mean?”
“You’re doing great. One of the most natural submissives I’ve ever trained. Now, up you come. Let’s get you home, so you can get some sleep before class.”
Chapter Four
Rory was contemplating doing something that he knew he should not do.
“Rory,” a voice said.
He turned to find J coming out of the lounge.
“Nikki said you sent Kate home. No scene,” Rory said, frowning.
“We had a scene.”
“Where?”
“In my office.”
“Why?”
“Why do you think?”
“I wouldn’t have interfered with your scene, man. I was looking forward to it.”
“I know. That’s why I did it in my office.”
What the fuck? “Come again?”
“Don’t pull that kind of bullshit again. It’s not fair to her.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Until the training is over, she’s got one master and you’re not him.”
Rory’s fists itched to fly. “I didn’t touch her.”
“I know. You didn’t need to. Whatever you said or did put her under your control. There is an entire club full of submissives. Pick any of them. Pick all of them. Let this girl be until she’s ready.”
“She’s ready now. Let me have her for a scene tomorrow night.”
J laughed. “You are unbelievable.”
“Or give her to me to train. Tell D you don’t want to do it.”
“Do you care at all what’s best for her?”
“Yes. I say that’s me.”
“Rory, seriously, go home and get some sleep or whatever you need to do to get your head straight.”
The conversation was going nowhere. “You gonna at least bring her out onto the floor tomorrow? Or should I bring a folding chair to your office?”
J laughed again. “Not a good loser, are you, Rory?”
“I wouldn’t know,” Rory said, walking away. “I never lose.”
* * *
Rory hung out in the lounge, killing time for another hour before he slipped into D’s office and picked the lock on his file cabinet. He found Kate’s file and committed her phone number and address to memory. He told himself he wouldn’t use it. He wanted to have it just in case something happened… like if they kicked his ass out of the Marquis Club for being a goddamned lunatic. He had just met her. She was a brand new club submissive. This made no sense. But he didn’t care about sense. The way he wanted this girl was deep and unrelenting, like craving water after a workout.
J wasn’t wrong to tell him to sleep on things and get his head straight. It probably wouldn’t be long before J let him have her for a scene. He could wait and let things take their natural course. He should.
The problem was he didn’t want to wait. And he didn’t want to have to get anyone’s permission to do things to her. He also didn’t want J or anyone else touching her like they owned her.
Rory clenched his jaw as he slid behind the wheel of his BMW. He shook his head. How the hell was he jealous?
He didn’t think he was alone in what he was feeling. Of course when she bent to his will she might’ve just been responding to his dominance and not to him personally. He wanted to have another conversation with her. He wanted to get the lay of the land and didn’t want to wait until they ran into each other at the club to do it. Too much scrutiny there.
His fingers itched to punch in her number, but it was almost two in the morning. She was probably exhausted and asleep.
Fuck it.
He called anyway. There could be no talk of the club or the life on a cell phone, so it would have to be a different kind of a call.
She answered on the third ring with a sleepy angel voice. “Hello?”
“Kate, it’s Rory.”
“Hi. What time is it?”
“Late, baby. I just wanted to check on you. How are you?”
“I’m fine. Thank you for checking on me.” Her voice was like syrup, oozing sweetness all over him. “How are you?” she asked softly.
Better now. He wanted to draw her out, to make her talk to him all night and tell him all her secrets, but he wouldn’t. “I’m good, Kate. Go back to sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
“I can talk now. I’m not sure I’ll be able to tomorrow when there are people around.”
Good girl. She’d remembered not to talk about the club on the phone. So smart and so sweet. He wanted to corrupt her a thousand ways and then kiss her goodnight. J had picked the right word for it. Unbelievable.
“We’ll talk tomorrow. After you finish class, but before you go out.”
“Are we supposed to do that? Talk?”
“No.”
“But you think we should anyway?”
“Yes.” Don’t be an asshole. Give her an out. “Kate, you can say no. You can tell me you’re with someone else. You can tell me I should wait my turn.”
“Would you wait your turn? Does someone like you really wait his turn? Or do you just decide you don’t want something as much as you thought you did?”
He smiled. Should he tell her the truth? That she was his from the moment he laid eyes on her? That everything else was just noise?
“Waiting won’t change my plans. Go back to sleep. You can decide tomorrow.”
“Okay, but I hope you’ll call me tomorrow. I like to hear your voice. A lot,” she whispered.
Every muscle tightened and his cock stiffened, hunger roaring through him.
Christ! He wanted this girl like no one ever. He very nearly told her he was coming to her campus to pick her up, but he stopped himself from going that far. He’d sleep on it. They both would. In the morning, saner heads would prevail.
Chapter Five
When Kate was in her last class of the afternoon, she got a message from Nikki that a schedule change meant that she wouldn’t need to come in. To anyone who overheard the message, it would have seemed that she’d had a part-time job that didn’t need her.
Kate worried, though, that the message meant more than it said. Had they learned that Master Rory had called her and that she’d asked him to call her again? She chewed on her lower lip. She wanted to ask him, but didn’t feel comfortable calling him.
To distract herself, she took her laptop to the library and threw herself into studying. When the phone rang at seven, she was hungry, thirsty, tired, and worried.
Her heart leapt when she realized it was Rory.
“Hello,” she said softly.
“Why aren’t you here?”
“I was told not to come.”
“Where are you?”
“School. Studying at the library. You’re there? But you’re on your phone?”
“Yeah, I’m standing outside. I’m leaving here.”
Her heart raced. He was there, but he wasn’t staying because she wouldn’t be there? That was so exciting. She knew she shouldn’t read too much into it, but she was thrilled.
“Did you have a good day at school?”
“Yes. I’m trying to get ahead on my work so that if I get busy with extracurriculars I won’t get behind on school. I came right after class. I’ve gotten a lot done.”
“Good girl. Right after class, what time was that?”
“Around three.”
“You stopped to eat?’
“No, but I will now.”
“Can you get good food on campus?”
“Um, I think I’ll just have some noodles in my suite tonight.”
“Why?” he demanded.
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“Yeah, it is. Do not eat noodles. I’m coming to pick you up.”
“But—”
“Go back to your dorm and change clothes. I’ll call you when it’s time to come down.”
“Okay,” she said excitedly. She was going to get to see him! “What should I wear?”
“Something I’ll like,” he said. “I’ll call you back.”
Kate scooped up her laptop bags and hurried home. She had no idea what to wear or what was even clean. She wore jeans and sweaters to class, but she did not think Master Rory would want to see her in jeans or slacks. She chose a green alligator print wrap dress that had been hanging in her closet for months without being worn. It was a sexy and sophisticated, but she wasn’t sure about it. The style didn’t feel like her. She’d bought it because it was on sale and the most flattering of the things she’d tried on. Still, she didn’t have a lot of dresses and wanted to wear one.
She added light pink lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara, and a pair of buff suede booties.
When he arrived, she grabbed her little clutch and hurried downstairs. He leaned against a BMW convertible wearing jeans and a tight black knit shirt.
“Hello, Master Rory,” she whispered.
He caught her face in his hands, studying her and making her heart pound.
“I like that kitten eye makeup. Might have to get you a tail to go with it,” he said.
Her heart thumped. She’d read a blog by a girl kitten and knew what he meant. She’d been fascinated by the girl’s life and had wanted to try it.
“Okay,” she said softly.
“Been awhile since I had a kitten. I bet you’d make a good one,” he said, running a thumb over her lip.
She stood frozen in place, feeling overwhelmed as she often did when he got close.
He moved her aside and opened the door. She slid into the passenger’s seat and watched him circle the car. She loved his body. She really wanted to do a scene with him so she’d be able to see more or all of it.
