Submission Dance

by Lori King

  “I know, but you’re my sister, so there’s nothing you can do about it. And for the record, I know exactly where my balls are, thank you very much. When I’m ready for someone to play with them, I’ll find someone. Until then, let’s get back to your situation. You have a sub who’s in love with you—truly, madly, and deeply—but you’ve been putting off a more permanent commitment, choosing to keep him on a leash, but distant. He wants Wyatt even though the man hurt him, because he’s curious about his own sexuality. You want him happy. He wants you happy. Wyatt wants you happy. I’m really not seeing the issue. Give the pup a trial run and see how it goes. If the boy can’t get it up and keep it up with your pet, then you know there’s no future in it.”

  Ana groaned and shook her head. “You have such an eloquent way of putting things, brother-mine. I’m not sure Foster will see it so black and white. Wyatt made him doubt himself, and our relationship the last time I…well…it’s in the past now, so it doesn’t matter. He says he’s sorry and he wants to make it up to both of us. Perhaps a surprise scene for Foster is in order. One with plenty of groveling and witnesses in case Wyatt backs out.”

  “Make it clear that safewording negates his chances of re-engaging you in the future, or he’ll play you like a yo-yo on a string, Ana. Despite your current look, you and I both know you’ve got a soft spot for the men in your life.” Lex picked up his glass once again and winked at her.

  “I need to finish rounds. Thanks for listening. I’ll consider what you said and decide later. Are you sticking around or leaving early again?” She reached out and snatched his glass from his hand, sipping his whiskey as if he’d offered it up.

  “Give me that!” he snapped, tugging it back, “I don’t know how long I’ll stay. Kaia is with Mom until Monday, and you know how much she loves being at Grandma’s. But what’s the point of me being here? It’s not fun anymore,” he said, glaring at the glass as though it held all of the pain he’d been chewing on for a decade.

  “You have to try, Lex. Take a sub tonight, and see how it feels to be back in the saddle. Maybe it will change everything.” Ana said, reaching out to pat his shoulder as she began to move away.

  “Bah, not likely. Get your ass in gear woman. There are heathens to watch over, and I’d hate to have to report your lax supervision to Killian.” He teased, trying to give her a menacing look that turned into an affectionate smile when she just laughed and wandered away.

  He watched her leave, wondering at her good fortune. Perhaps there was such a thing as happily ever after, but it certainly had never found him. No, he wasn’t meant for fairytales.

  ~

  Marley’s attention was quickly back on the tour after she left the pirate behind. She was flabbergasted at the amount of space in the building, and the number of people finding some way to debauch it. The entire main floor of the house was decorated in a modern style with Mediterranean accents here and there, and she counted six separate rooms that were occupied by couples or groups engaged in one fetish or another.

  In one, a woman hung suspended in the air, woven into a decorative harness of ropes, while a man meticulously created a braid around the curves of her body. The look on her face was utterly beautiful, and Marley shivered as a wave of desire washed over her. Ropes intrigued her and terrified her simultaneously. What if she had a panic attack while tied up? She turned and pushed away from the room assuring herself that ropes weren’t suitable for her.

  She passed by an alcove where two men, clothed only in boxer briefs, knelt with their heads lowered. She studied their unmoving forms for a moment, wondering why they would be there, when another man approached and called to them. The two reacted instantly, rising to their feet, and following their Dominant down the hallway like well-trained pets. An unusual dynamic. Were they put in the corner as a punishment, or were they merely resting there until their Master wanted them?

  A rather large curvaceous woman bumped into her, startling her from her reverie, and apologizing. They exchanged a smile and each went their own way, but Marley did a double take when she realized that the large woman was in fact a man dressed in drag. He was gorgeous, far lovelier than she would ever have believed a man in a dress could be, and he fascinated her. Making a mental note to search out the stranger at some point in the near future for makeup tips, she forced her attention back to the hallway. It was becoming more crowded by the minute, but that didn’t slow the attendees in their perverted pursuits.

  People milled around, greeting each other as old friends, or politely ignoring each other’s presence when they found them erotically engaged. She had been concerned that she was walking into a lawless environment, but everything worked like clockwork. Each person seemed intent on freeing themselves of their inhibitions in some way, and she found herself feeling less and less ashamed of her secret fantasies.

  An orgy of sorts filled and spilled out of the next massive bedroom. At least eighteen bodies were tangled in an erotic train of quivering limbs that sought only pleasure. There were women fucking men and other women alike, and she even saw one man giving another a blow job while his partner ate a bound and gagged female’s pussy. The idea of so many hands, mouths and bodies pleasuring each other was exquisitely erotic, and Marley’s G-string grew damp. She could easily envision herself joining in with the right group, but perhaps not in the middle of the hallway where everyone could see her.

  She continued on past the orgy room to a set of closed doors. A pair of bracelets dangled from the chrome door knob, and Marley frowned at them curiously.

  “The bracelets mean the room isn’t for viewing. Whoever is using it isn’t comfortable being watched,” a tall man walking by explained. “I would say seventy percent of the attendees have no shame or embarrassment about what they do, and actually get turned on by being watched, but there are a few who take it private when they’re ready to play. Sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude, but I saw the look on your face.”

  “It’s no problem, and thank you for explaining. I’m glad to know it’s not required to put on a show. I’m not sure I could do that yet,” she said honestly, giving him a small smile. He was handsome in a boyish way, and he didn’t even seem to be hitting on her, just trying to help.

  At least six and a half feet tall, he towered over her, but his body was long and lean like a runners. There was nothing in his demeanor that made her want to kneel for him. In fact, she could see herself enjoying a dinner party or beers at a ballgame with the tall man. She liked him instantly.

  He laughed, and patted her shoulder, “That’s okay; not everyone is into every flavor. That’s the best part about these events. You get to taste flavors you never thought you would and avoid the ones you don’t like, like black licorice.”

  She joined the stranger in his laughter. “Personally, I like black licorice, but I hate cherry.”

  The man looked askance at her, “Oh you poor dear girl. Cherries are a delicacy around here. No one has any cherry left to taste.” His misty blue eyes crinkled at the corners and he wiggled his eyebrows to indicate he was joking. “I’m Foster Craft.”

  “Marley Saltzman.” She shook his hand. “Thank you again for explaining the bracelets Mr. Craft, but how do you obtain the bracelets?”

  “Foster, please Marley. I’m not a Mister in any sense of the word. Most of the Dominants here have a pair of bracelets on them. There are a few who skip them, and then of course, the ones with permanent subs don’t bother because their subs are collared. The white bracelet is for the submissive, and the black is for the Dominant. If you look close there is a name printed in the plastic. It tells everyone that the sub is taken for the night. It’s the best way to provide a visible temporary claim at these parties. Some subs are hesitant to put on a Dom’s collar until they’ve played with them a few times, so the Doms use the bracelets as a way of marking their territory.” Foster explained. He held up his own braceleted wrist to show her the embossed words, “Mistress Ana.”

  Marley surveyed him
as she chewed on the new information. He wore a pair of short shorts that clearly defined that he was packing a significantly sized cock, and two matching straps crisscrossed his lean chest. A black collar with spikes and an O-ring at the front encircled his throat. He didn’t necessarily act like he was a sub, but he was certainly dressed like one.

  “You’re wearing a collar, too, though.” She said, and then grimaced when she realized how rude she sounded. “I’m sorry; I can’t believe I said that. Just ignore me. I’m a little out of my element tonight.”

  Foster gave her a sympathetic smile, “It’s okay. The only way to learn is to ask questions, right? My Mistress has collared me, but we wear bracelets because she’s a DM here, and she wants to set an example.”

  “Dungeon Monitor.” Marley said automatically. “Like the Kink Police, she makes sure everyone is playing safely.”

  He laughed, and nodded, “So you’re not a complete tourist. Exactly right and I can’t wait to share that term with her. She’ll love that title. She’s actually on duty until dinner, so I’m just wandering around bored until she’s free.”

  “I see. So if I agree to play with someone tonight he’ll give me a bracelet not a collar?” she asked, frowning. That wasn’t what she had read in her books at all. Submissives were supposed to wear collars, not bracelets.

  “Possibly, but you could end up with a Dom who doesn’t use bracelets or you may decide not to even indulge tonight, so don’t stress. There are couples here that don’t use collars at all, some subs wear ankle bracelets, or rings, and a couple even have tattoos. We pretty much prefer to allow everyone the ability to determine their own fate at these parties. The bracelets are just available as an easy temporary fix if you pair up with someone new for the night. A Dom has to have been approved by Killian to receive a set of bracelets to carry. I get that you’re knew to BDSM, but the first thing you have to understand is that each person, couple, or group prefers to set their own rules. There are very few “golden” rules that everyone abides by. The biggest one is R.A.C.K.”

  “Rack? As in everyone has to try the rack?” she asked, feeling flummoxed by all of the misinformation filling her head.

  “Risk Aware Consensual Kink. Mainly all parties have to be in agreement on what the rules are before a scene commences, and safety is the first and foremost priority of everyone involved. Once a safeword is spoken all play stops, period. No exceptions.”

  Before she could question her new friend further, dinner was announced. A flurry of activity happened in a matter of moments as people appeared from every doorway pulling their clothes on and making their way into the dining room.

  “Would you like to walk with me to dinner, Marley? I can introduce you to my Mistress if you would be more comfortable with some protection tonight.” Foster offered, as he gestured toward the door everyone was filing through.

  Marley wasn’t sure she would be able to keep anything in her stomach tonight. Not even food catered in by one of her favorite restaurants. There was too much happening around her, and so much she still hadn’t seen.

  “I’ll walk with you, but I don’t think I need protection just yet. Thank you though for the generous offer.” She took his arm, and Foster led her away from the hallway of decadence and into the dining room.

  The first person she laid eyes on as they entered the large room was her pirate. He was standing just inside the doorway and to her left as he surveyed the room around him. It was like the air was heavier the closer she got to the mysterious man, and she had to force herself to take slow deep breaths to calm her nerves and her libido.

  He was taller than she expected from her earlier view, standing at least six foot two, and his broad shoulders narrowed into a lean waist, and a perfectly bitable ass. Giving herself a mental shake, she thanked Foster for assisting her to dinner, and then joined the buffet line just so she had something to do. Someone as alluring as the pirate wasn’t the best person for a newbie. No, she needed a gentle Dom, not a powerful one.

  Chapter 2

  Lex was able to admire the stranger’s curves under the supple black material of her clothing, as she moved through the buffet line. She wasn’t overweight, but she wasn’t overly thin either. Her rounded hips and narrow waist were proportionate with her full breasts, and even at her slight stature, she had magnificent legs that carried the ribbons of her slave sandals beautifully. In his mind, he could see those silver ribbons binding her ankles and wrists, and it made his balls tighten. He forced his eyes away from her so that she wouldn’t see the attraction in them if she was looking.

  Damn. She was not what he needed right now. Sure, he was at a fetish party, but he was only here for a few drinks to let off some steam while Kaia was visiting his mother for the weekend. Despite what his sister said, he had no interest in playing with a sub and certainly not a tourist. The whole time he tried to convince himself he wasn’t interested, his eyes were drifting back to the sexy female with a swan-like neck and perfectly plump ass.

  By the time he’d made it through the buffet line himself, the petite princess had disappeared, and he cursed the loss. At the very least he wanted to introduce himself and see if there were any sparks between them. His stiff erection wouldn’t leave him be until he knew for sure.

  Carrying his plate with him, he made his way back into the living room where he’d taken up residence in his friend’s favorite reading chair. Lex and Killian Whitfield had gone to college together more than fifteen years ago, and other than a brief period when Lex was deployed overseas with the Air Force, they had spoken frequently. Initially drawn together by their mutual love of sorority girls, they ended up discovering common kinks, specifically for D/s.

  It was Lex who got Killian involved in the underground BDSM community, but once Killian was set free, he spread his wings and took control as he did with everything. He was one of the leading businessmen in the country, and currently, Lex’s employer.

  Picking at his food, Lex put aside his reminiscing, just in time to see the newbie tentatively enter the living room. She held a bottle of water in her hands like it was her lifeline, and her eyes studiously avoided his.

  There was no way she’d had time to eat a full meal, but by the stiff set to her shoulders, he figured she wasn’t feeling particularly hungry right now. He’d seen many new faces come through the doors of the Lusty Fantasies parties, and it was rare that anyone truly held his attention, but something in her nervous demeanor had his inner caveman thumping his chest, determined to lay claim to her luscious form.

  Her eyes lifted and met his for a brief second before she dropped her gaze back to the ground and Lex felt his throat tighten. The act of submission was too perfect. It grabbed at him and made him pay attention, as if he could look elsewhere when she was nearby. She moved slowly into the room as though uncertain where she should sit in this new environment.

  He knew the moment it dawned on her that the only open seat was the matching chair on his right. Her entire body tensed, and her cheeks flushed as just the tip of her pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. He waited while she reviewed her options, and then stiffened her spine like a battle weary soldier heading into the last skirmish of the day. Her lush hips swayed as she moved in his direction, and she gave him a wary smile.

  “Is this seat taken?”

  Her voice was slightly husky, and it went straight through him to his cock. Shoving himself to his feet, he towered over the petite woman, and grinned when she shivered in his shadow.

  The petite beauty smelled like some sort of candy from his mother’s chocolate shop, and Lex’s mouth was watering to take a bite. He could see that her hair was thicker and more vibrant than he had imagined now that she was closer, and her skin was as pale and flawless as the china doll that sat atop his daughter’s dresser. Dark eyes ringed with thick black lashes, were topped with perfectly arched eyebrows, but most intriguing was the smattering of pale brown freckles that dotted her upturned nose. He wanted to kiss each one and then
strip her naked to see if there were any more on her body.

  Lex was shocked at his own reaction to her. It had been more than three years since lust for a woman had hit him so powerfully. Even that submissive had been barely a blip on the radar compared to the fire that this woman lit inside of him. He fought the range of emotions that washed over him, and finally realized that she was looking at him expectantly. Shit, she asked me a question.

  Clearing his throat, he shifted his stance and apologized, “I’m sorry; I was lost in thought for a moment. What did you ask?”

  Her hand came up to cover her smile, and she said, “I just asked if this seat was taken.”

  Relief coursed through him that he hadn’t already offended her. He was rapidly coming to the conclusion that he needed to spend the night with her sexy body wrapped around his, and it wouldn’t do to fuck it up now.

  “No, it’s free, and I’d love to have you join me. I’m Alexander Gregory, but please call me Lex.” He offered his hand so that he would have the opportunity to touch her satiny skin, and he wasn’t disappointed. It was like stroking the skin of a newborn, so sweetly untouched that he had to force himself to remove his hand from hers.

  “I’m Marley Saltzman.”

  Her eyes darted up to his, and then dropped back down to the bottle of water in her hands. She was twisting it so hard that the wrapper was tearing off. Unable to resist, Lex reached out and covered her grip on the bottle, giving her a gentle squeeze. “Is this your first event?”

  Marley nodded, and allowed him to take her hand and draw her down to the seat at his side. For just a moment, he could only stare at her profile as her eyes darted around the room. Her nervousness was obvious, but she held her spine rigid. She had the bearing of royalty, but underneath, behind the smile in her eyes, he could see her fear and discomfort. He couldn’t even vaguely remember what it was like to be a newbie to this world, but he sympathized with her in ways he shouldn’t at this point.