Waiting on Summer

by Bella Settarra

  Summer felt a jolt in her stomach. Submissives? How did they know? She opened her mouth to object, but Nathan placed a calming hand over hers and she turned to face him. He was smiling slightly, and the twinkle was back in his eyes.

  She felt indignant and annoyed but closed her mouth without speaking. She was well aware that her big mouth usually landed her in trouble.

  “Quite right, Dominic. Bradley, what have you got to say for yourself?” Mr. Dexter’s kind eyes had turned quite pale and cool as he challenged his son.

  “How was I to know she was a newcomer? I didn’t know she wasn’t a member!” He sulked, slumping farther into his chair.

  “All the more reason why you shouldn’t have invited her to the Bottom Bar,” his father replied.

  Brad sighed irritably.

  “Dominic, did you explain to Summer why she wasn’t allowed to join Bradley in the bar?” The older man’s eyes turned to her boss, and she felt herself flush.

  “No, sir. It was very remiss of me, I know, but I didn’t explain. I just forbade her from going to meet him.” Dominic wasted no time in admitting his guilt. “I apologize, Summer. It was unfair and wrong of me to treat you like that.” His eyes found hers, and he spoke with genuine sincerity.

  “No wonder I thought she’d stood me up.” Brad moaned.

  “Shut up, Bradley,” his father snapped. He turned back to Summer who was finding it hard to look at Dominic and had resorted to fiddling with the denim of her jeans.

  “Miss Marsden. I can see that you have been treated very unfairly during your short time with us here at Collar and Cuffs. I would like to add my apologies as, I am sure, would my son.” He gave Bradley a meaningful look, and his son huffed.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed that you had stood me up, and I should have been more respectful to you tonight.” Brad looked straight at Summer as he apologized, and she blushed again.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “And you can steer clear of the club restaurant for a while too, Bradley. I think you’ve caused enough trouble there.” The old man frowned at his son before managing a smile for the rest of them.

  “Right, well, now we’ve got that sorted I suggest we all adjourn to the bar. Miss Marsden, would you like to join us in the Bottom Bar for a nightcap as my guest? We can lend you some clothes?”

  Summer felt her heart lift, and a burn seared the pit of her stomach. “Yes please, sir.”

  He smiled. “Master Nathan, as it was you who brought her to us, perhaps you would like to accompany Miss Marsden to the bar and help her out? We’ll join you down there shortly.”

  Nathan smiled and nodded at the boss before helping Summer out of her chair. He stood back and followed her to the door, and she felt his strong hand on the small of her back, guiding her toward the elevator.

  “Have you been to a BDSM club before?” he asked when they were in the elevator.

  Summer felt a rush of excitement. “Yes, sir.” She didn’t know why she automatically called him “sir,” just that it felt right somehow. Probably old habits, she told herself.

  “Locally?”

  She suddenly felt her face drain as she realized he was expecting her to talk about herself and her past.

  “No, not in Miami,” she confessed.

  His questioning look told her he wasn’t content with her answer.

  “I went to a couple near Daytona Beach a few years back,” she told him.

  He nodded. “Did you enjoy it there?”

  “Very much.” She smiled as memories of happier times came flooding back to her mind.

  “So why stop going?”

  “I had to move with work,” she told him simply. “I got a great job opportunity in Fort Lauderdale. I worked in a really nice restaurant there for a while. The shifts were real long though, and I didn’t get time to go visit any clubs.”

  Nathan nodded, smiling. “Whereas here you get the best of both worlds.” The doors opened and Summer gasped.

  The lower floor was nothing like the rest of the building. Music thumped down the corridor from somewhere, and she could already hear people laughing and shouting. The club evidently took up the whole floor. A large sign faced the elevator with the words “Collar and Cuffs.” This time, however, the picture was of a woman in the submissive pose with a collar of ownership around her neck and her hands fastened behind her back with handcuffs.

  She felt Nathan’s hand in the center of her back again as he led her down a corridor. A short, plump girl was walking toward them wearing a little pink skirt, which didn’t quite cover her bare behind, and a black bra top. She had bare feet and long, blonde hair. She was very pretty, and she smiled as she neared them.

  “Good evening, Hope. This is Summer. She’s new here.”

  Hope beamed at her, and Summer instantly liked her.

  “Could you find something for her to wear for me, then show her through to the bar?”

  “Of course, Master Nathan.” She nodded and then took Summer by the arm.

  “I’ll see you soon.” Nathan winked as Summer smiled nervously at him and then followed Hope down another corridor.

  “Don’t look so worried; no one’s going to hurt you. Unless you ask real nicely,” Hope nudged her with a giggle.

  Summer laughed. “I’ve just been asked to come down for a drink, really. I don’t know why I have to change.”

  “House rules.” Hope smiled. “I guess people might feel a little awkward if they were undressed while others walked around in normal clothes.”

  “I see your point,” Summer agreed as they entered a large changing room. Ladies stood around talking, in various stages of undress, while others were changing in front of their lockers or the large mirrors that lined two of the massive walls.

  “You can use this locker,” Hope told her as she pointed to a large metal one, and she went to fetch her something to wear while Summer began to undress.

  “Are you sure about this?” Summer frowned as Hope returned with a short blue skirt and a white crop top.

  “Of course. You don’t want to look out of place, do you?” Hope grinned.

  Summer quickly changed, hoping that her skirt was long enough to cover her backside. It was—just. Promising herself that she would sit on a bar stool all night so no one would see her bare butt, she followed Hope out into the bar.

  “How long have you worked here?” Summer asked as they walked through. She tried not to stare at the submissives, some of whom were completely naked. She also remembered to lower her eyes when she came near a Dom or Domme.

  “Only a few months down here, but I work upstairs in the restaurant too. I’ve been up there for a couple of years now,” Hope explained.

  Summer’s eyes widened. “So it’s OK to do both?”

  “Yeah, of course. Only submissives can work down here though, hence the name, of course, the Bottom Bar.” She smiled. “Master Nathan is at the bar right over there. Have a nice night.”

  Summer nodded and looked over to where Hope indicated. She had thought Nathan was a good-looking guy earlier but here, in a black satin shirt partially open—revealing his chest hair—and tight black leather trousers, he looked stunning. He had a real hungry look in his eyes, a look she’d seen many times before. A drink seemed to be the last thing on his mind. She gasped.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Nathan’s face lit up when he saw the pretty little sub walking slowly toward him. She looked really sweet in a short skirt and little top, which showed a lot more of her soft flesh than that T-shirt and jeans she was wearing earlier. He couldn’t help noticing she seemed a little self-conscious. Too sexy.

  “You look nice,” he told her, standing up as she arrived at the bar.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He noticed she wasn’t looking at his face. Her eyes were down, and she had a serene air about her. She obviously knew the correct way to act in a club. He was impressed.

  “You can look at me, Summer.” He used a
finger to tilt her head up so she stared straight into his eyes. Her bright green eyes shone, and her face had an excited yet controlled expression. Quite charming.

  “Thank you, sir.” Her mouth was moist, and her lips looked beautifully soft and lush. He just wanted to kiss them then and there.

  Clearing his throat, he gestured to her to climb onto the stool next to him, and he watched carefully as the little skirt rode up her thighs even farther, confirming that she wasn’t wearing underwear. He felt a satisfied smile cross his lips. Good girl!

  “What can I get you?” he asked, sitting down next to her.

  “Coke, please sir.”

  The bartender nodded.

  He looked back to her and noticed that she had one hand on the bar while the other covered her soft stomach. He grinned to himself. Shame she wasn’t confident about that gorgeous round body of hers. He considered making her move that arm but then thought better of it. After all, they had only just met and this was her first time in a club for a while.

  He took the glass from the bartender and passed it over to her.

  “Thank you.” It wasn’t much more than a whisper.

  He took a swig of his beer while she stared around the large room. Someone screamed her orgasm from the St. Andrew’s Cross, and Summer glanced over. In another corner the glow of a violet wand shone through the dim light, while at another station the spanking horse was being put to good use. Watching her expression, he was agreeably surprised that she didn’t seem shocked or horrified by what she was looking at. She took it all in stride.

  “Tell me about your past experience.” He purposely kept his voice low, hoping to ease more information from her that way.

  She looked back to him, and he could then see she hadn’t been unaffected by the sights and sounds around her. Her face was slightly flushed, and her eyes sparkled with excitement.

  “I haven’t been for a couple of years,” she explained, sipping her Coke.

  “Did you have a Dom?”

  “Not a regular one. I used to play with different ones.”

  “I see. And after you left did you miss it?”

  Her eyes went even wider. “Yes, sir. I wanted to go to another one but…”

  He detected a sadness in her face and guessed that work wasn’t the only thing keeping her from the clubs. After waiting patiently for her to continue for a few minutes, he realized she wasn’t willing to divulge her reasons.

  “Did you have a boyfriend in Fort Lauderdale?” He knew the answer by the look on her face.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Was he into the lifestyle?”

  She shook her head with a grimace. “No.”

  “What did he do?”

  Suddenly her face clouded over, and she looked away quickly. It made his heart ache to see her expression like that.

  “For a living? A job?” he clarified.

  She slowly raised her head again, and he saw that her face was red and hot. Her eyes were close to tears, and she bit her lip a little nervously. “Oh, I see. He worked on a construction site for a while. Manual labor.” She sniffed and quickly looked away as if embarrassed.

  Nathan put his hand on hers. She was trembling and felt hot. He knew there was a lot she wasn’t telling him, and suddenly he wanted to know everything. If someone had hurt this beautiful creature he wanted to know who, so he could go and rip his fucking head off. It would have to wait though. Roland Dexter would be here soon, and Nathan didn’t want the boss to find her upset again. Especially as it would be his fault this time.

  “So what do you like doing? Cross or bench? Paddle or whip? Any intense stuff?” He tried to sound light and friendly to change the mood a little. He was also desperate to find out what this gorgeous little sub was into so they could have some fun. His cock twitched at the thought. He had already seen that she was an expressive little thing and guessed she would be very responsive to his ministrations.

  She shrugged, looking around again. “Either. No needles though. I hate those.”

  “Want to take a look around?” he offered, noticing the boss entering the room with Brad and Dominic. They had all changed and were looking around at what few subs were left. It was quite late and most had left already.

  “Sure.” Her eyes lit up, and he helped her down from the stool. He was rewarded with a flash of her soft thigh, which made his cock jerk again, and he was suddenly aware of how swollen he was.

  Nathan deliberately led her away from the doorway, hoping to avoid the boss for a while. He was grateful Dexter had given him the opportunity to bring her down here, but he felt very possessive of the fragile little sub and wanted to keep her for himself.

  “Hi, Nathan.” Dan, one of the Doms, stopped them as they neared the St. Andrew’s Cross.

  “Master Dan, I’d like you meet Summer.”

  She automatically dipped her head politely.

  “Hey Summer, I haven’t seen you here before.” Dan smiled.

  She didn’t speak, and Nathan realized she must be used to a quite high protocol.

  “She’s new.” He noticed a look of admiration from Dan and suddenly felt the urge to punch his lights out. And mine for the time being.

  “We need to discuss rosters for this place when you get a minute,” Dan told him. “A couple of the subs have got vacations coming up, so we might be a bit short staffed.”

  “OK,” Nathan said with a sigh.

  Dan looked toward the door. “The boss is here. I need to catch him for a quick word. See you later. Nice meeting you, Summer.”

  She smiled, and Nathan was sure he saw her flush slightly. Dan was a good-looking Dom and very popular with the subs. He was also a good friend to Nathan. And he could stay a good friend, by keeping his hands off.

  As if reading his mind, Dan smirked as he walked away. Nathan snorted and put a possessive arm around Summer, pulling her close to him. Her soft, round body melted into his side, and he was sure he heard her sigh. He smiled as a warm feeling flooded his insides.

  After showing her around the large room, Nathan decided he still wasn’t ready to share her, so he guided her down a corridor that led off the main area. She had taken an interest in everything so far, and he was feeling the strain as his cock ached and throbbed in the tight confines of his leathers. He had also noticed a lot of admiring glances as he’d led her around and was surprised at how annoyed he was that the other Doms and Dommes were eyeing up his sub.

  His sub? Christ, they’d only just met. Still, she seemed to just fit so well with him, and he’d loved everything about her since the moment he first saw her. Her smile, her voice, her laugh, and even her fresh, clean smell. Her short, spiky hair was softer than it looked and smelled of honey. It framed her beautiful, round face perfectly and gave her a cute, endearing look. Her eyes were big and expressive. She wasn’t going to be able to hide anything from him. Even her body flushed and tensed at the sight of some of the scenes, indicating how much she was aroused by the events around her.

  Nathan was pleased he could read her so well. After releasing his last sub, Sharon, he wondered if he wasn’t losing his touch. He thought he could read any sub until he realized how much she was holding out on him. She had managed to string him along for over a year, letting him believe that she was happy with him and that all she ever wanted to do was to serve him. He had done all he could to look after her, care for her, and give her everything she said she wanted. Heck, he even loved her! He thought she felt the same. She said she did. Then one day she just up and left.

  He had been stunned. She had never discussed it with him; she just packed her things and left him a note telling him that it wasn’t working out for her and that she had found someone who was willing to give her what she needed. He wondered how he could have been so stupid. That question haunted him for months afterward. Then he had just come to the club and found a different sub to play with each night. He never promised them anything and never expected anything from them. It was just a mutual understanding
, the fulfillment of a need for a few hours. The subs seemed happy with it. He was happy with it. Until now.

  He studied the little sub who was now trembling at his side. What the…?

  “Sorry, sugar. You don’t like needle-play do you?” He suddenly realized that he had wandered down to the specialist playrooms and had paused outside the “surgery.” It looked like the Dom was using some kind of acupuncture on his male sub’s body, and Summer was silently cringing at the sight.

  “How about fire-play?”

  She looked up at him, her eyes wide. She nodded slowly.

  “Ever done it?”

  “No, sir. I’ve seen it a few times, though.”

  “What did you think of it?”

  “I thought it looked…interesting.”

  “Good enough.” He chuckled and led her to a room a little farther on.

  Blue flames were caressing a sub’s slender stomach, and she had a peaceful look on her face. He watched Summer’s expression. She sure looked intrigued by it, and he made a mental note to bear it in mind.

  “Water sports?” he asked after a few minutes.

  She pulled a face, shaking her head. “No, thank you.”

  He laughed. “Good job. Me neither,” he confessed, pulling a face back.

  She giggled. It was a sweet, tinkling sound.

  “OK, how about the schoolroom? Wanna see someone getting caned?”

  Summer shrugged. “I don’t mind. Surely it’s the same as on the cross or spanking horse, though?”

  “You’re not really into role-play, are you?” He studied her closely.

  She swallowed. “Not really, sir.” She seemed a little embarrassed.

  “That’s OK. How about we head back to the bar, in that case?”

  She smiled and nodded. “OK—I mean, yes, sir.”

  He couldn’t resist pulling her a little closer to him and relished the way her body molded into his.

  As they went back into the bar, Nathan noticed the spanking horse was free and had a sign on it indicating that it had been cleaned ready for use. He felt a flutter in his stomach when he saw that Summer was looking at it too, with a faraway look in her eyes. His cock twitched yet again.