by BJ Wane
Shaking his head, Greg squeezed her bare thigh, his calloused, warm touch sending a delightful ripple of pleasure up her inner leg. “That’s the problem, little bit. He does like you. Come on. And don’t worry. I won’t abandon you until I introduce you to a few women you can visit with and get to know.”
She didn’t want him to abandon her at all but wasn’t sure if it was because of nervousness over hedging on the truth of her experience that turned her palms sweaty as he lifted her down from the truck or because of the tightness around her chest at the thought of either man hooking up with someone else. Either way, she needed to get her act together before they got inside.
Greg pulled open the front door and ushered her into the foyer with a hand on her lower back. The music seeping through another set of double doors across the wood floor hit her first. The low sultry voice drew a wave of sensual awareness that put all her senses on high alert and pulled her nipples into taut pinpoints.
Placing his hat on a hook next to a row of other Stetsons, Greg nodded toward the wall of small cubbies, most holding a pair of shoes. “Pick one, and store your shoes before we go in. I phoned Master Caden and let him know you were coming tonight. He, his brother and the Willow Springs sheriff own the club.”
Picking up her sandals, Kelsey slid them inside a cubby, tossing Greg a grin over her shoulder. “Does that mean naughty subs run the risk of getting handcuffed and arrested?”
His eyes warmed as he returned her teasing smile. “Maybe not arrested, but handcuffed is always a possibility, and punishment is a given. Ready?” He reached for the door and pulled it open.
At first glance, the large, high-ceilinged space appeared much the same as any club with tables and chairs scattered around a bar, music pumping in the background and a group of people swaying close together on a small dance floor. But as he led her through the room, the two women she spotted strapped over padded benches across from the dancers dispelled that notion right away. Kelsey winced at viewing their side-by-side, bright red butts even as her own buttocks clenched and her pussy went damp. Get a grip, girl, she told herself as Greg reached out with one finger and pressed under her lower jaw, urging her to close her mouth.
With a questioning glance, he inquired, “Surely you’ve seen a spanking bench in use before?”
“Oh, yes, of course. I… well, considering the bar and tables, I assumed they’d be in another room.” Oh, shit. From the way he narrowed his eyes and those green orbs turned suspicious, she knew that excuse sounded as lame to him as it did to her. Thinking to divert his attention, she cast a quick glance around and saw an open shower in use. Luckily, she managed to swallow her gasp of surprise and cover her ineptness with both honesty and interest in the display. “Now, that I’ve never seen.”
Greg switched his gaze to the couple in the shower, the woman bent at the waist, her hands braced on a tiled seat, her body jerking with each forceful thrust from the man behind her gripping her hips. Water streaming from four showerheads sluiced over their naked bodies, adding to the sheer eroticism of the scene. “That’s Sue Ellen and Master Brett. I’ll introduce you later. I see Tamara and Sydney at the bar.”
Even though Kelsey’s black skirt came to mid-thigh and her button-up gray silk blouse was the sexiest top she owned, her outfit was still modest and boring compared to what she saw as soon as she’d stepped into the cavernous room. The women they passed wearing anything at all still revealed more of their bodies than her one-piece bathing suit, and from their looks, appeared to enjoy the eyes on them. When Greg guided her over to a short redhead and a slender, black-haired girl perched on bar stools, she found herself envying their lingerie, and the ease with which they sat there wearing next to nothing. How on earth did she think she could pull this off?
“They’re friends of yours?” she asked him before they were within hearing distance of the two women. The frisson of envy sneaking past her guard needed to be tucked away, and fast.
“Yes, and wives of the Dunbar brothers and owners, Caden and Connor. Relax. You’ll like them.” Greg prodded her forward with a press on her lower back.
Kelsey thought it might be best if he took off sooner rather than later if he was that astute at reading her. As much as she’d wanted to come tonight, she didn’t want to get on Greg’s bad side too. Dealing with Devin’s constant annoyance with her was difficult enough. “I’m not tense, just taking everything in. This place is a lot different from the club I visited.” She looked up at a soft cry echoing from the upper level and this time wasn’t shocked or surprised at what she saw. The equipment she could see from this far away and shrouded in dim lighting seemed much the same as at Dominion, and the sounds emanating from the loft were just as similar.
“If you say so,” he replied in a skeptical tone before greeting his friends. “Tamara, Sydney, this is my guest, Kelsey. She’s visiting the ranch for a few weeks.”
“Welcome to The Barn, Kelsey. I’m Sydney.” The redhead held out her hand and Kelsey returned her friendly smile.
“Thank you. This place is bigger than it looked from outside.” She sucked in a breath as Greg grasped her waist and lifted her onto a barstool, the heat of his hands seeping through her blouse. To cover the longing that simple touch stirred up, she flicked him an irritated look. “I’m perfectly capable of seating myself.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t.” He pinched her chin and reminded her, “That’s Sir or Master Greg. Remember that if another Dom talks to you.”
“Like me. I’m Master Caden, Kelsey. Welcome to my club.” The tall man with piercing blue eyes standing behind the bar held out a large hand that engulfed her much smaller one when she shook it.
“Nice to meet you, Sir. Thank you for having me.” Okay, that wasn’t so hard, she admitted.
He nodded and then told Greg, “Devin just went upstairs to monitor. Your slot is next. Does that work?”
“Sure. If you ladies don’t mind keeping Kelsey company, I’ll head up and assist my partner.”
“Leave, Master Greg. We’ll take good care of her.” The gray-eyed girl leaned around Sydney and finger-waved to Kelsey. “I’m Tamara. My husband will be late, so stick with me and I’ll be happy to show you around.”
“Good enough.” He hesitated and then yanked on Kelsey’s long hair hard enough to tug on her scalp and gain her undivided attention. “Behave and remember the rules. We’ll come find you in a little while.”
A hot flash of anger tightened her muscles and it took supreme effort to keep from lashing out at him. It seemed he and Devin thought nothing of trotting off to have fun with someone else while ordering her to stay put and twiddle her thumbs. She was damn tired of people telling her what to do, of controlling her life even if they said it’s for her own good and safety. Remembering his disconcerting perceptiveness, Kelsey reined in the urge to argue, and instead put on her sweet, eager to comply face.
“Of course. I’m looking forward to getting to know your friends.”
Kelsey held her breath as his eyes bored into hers, as if gauging her sincerity. She didn’t know what he saw but breathed easier when he huffed, spun on his heel and headed toward the stairs.
“Oh, wow, you seem to have gotten under his skin. You will definitely have to tell us how,” Sydney mumbled in awe.
Caden reached across the bar top and flicked her bare shoulder. “Or, you could mind your own business, darlin’. Kelsey, what can I get you?”
“I’d love a rum and coke, if that’s okay.”
“Coming right up.”
Sydney leaned over to whisper, “Okay, quick, tell,” as Tamara hopped off her stool to take the one on the other side of Kelsey with an excited gleam in her eyes.
Kelsey tried not to envy how comfortable the two women appeared wearing eye-drawing silk teddies that left their braless breasts easily visible. She wished she had the freedom to indulge in wearing fetish wear and to explore the cravings that started two weeks ago, yearnings that had only escalated since stayi
ng with two of the hottest men here.
With a shrug to disguise her disgruntlement with her current situation and the guys, she replied, “I hate to burst your bubble, but I don’t know what you’re talking about. What makes you think I’ve made any kind of impression on Master Greg?” Oh, it was scary how easy that title rolled off her tongue, and alarming at how much she enjoyed saying it here.
“Because between him and Master Devin, he’s the easier going of the two, and I’ve never seen him look at a sub here the way he did you,” Tamara said, fanning herself.
Both girls straightened up as Master Caden returned with her drink. “Here you go. When you’re ready for your second drink, just stop by.”
“Thank you.”
He eyed her for a moment, one of those silent, probing looks that made her fidget before he said, “Greg mentioned you had experience as a submissive.”
Kelsey didn’t know if he wanted details or was just curious and grew nervous under his stare. “I do, Sir, but not much. There’s a lot that’s still new.” She found it much easier to lie when there was a thread of truth to what she said.
He nodded, as if her answer satisfied an uncertainty he had about her. “In that case we can cut you a little slack.” A call from the end of the bar put him back to work and Tamara and Sydney took advantage of his distraction to resituate at a nearby table.
“You’re the first guest Masters Greg and Devin have brought to the club. You have to give us the juicy details on what’s going on between you three,” Sydney insisted as soon as they sat down.
Kelsey became too distracted watching the man at the next table reach inside the corset of the woman perched on his lap and scoop out her breast without pausing in his conversation with the other couple to heed Sydney’s comment right away. The arousing scene drew an acute awareness of the constant tingles racing over her bare labia with every move she made. On one hand, it was nice to know her responses to kink were the same as the first glimpse she’d gotten inside a club, but on the other, they made for a long, frustrating evening if she abided by Greg and Devin’s rules.
Tamara’s giggle pulled her eyes off the man’s hand and the woman’s flushed face from the tight grip of his fingers squeezing her nipple. “What? Oh, sorry. Um, no, there’s nothing going on between us.” Kelsey scowled as she spoke as openly as Sydney. “Not for my lack of trying though.” Since it didn’t sound as if the guys had revealed the reason for her stay with them, she kept that little tidbit to herself. “It seems they don’t cross that line with their guests. Bummer, huh?”
“Oh, that really sucks.” Sydney sighed. “My Caden was just as rigid when I came to work for him. I sympathize with your frustration.”
“Me, too,” Tamara added, taking a sip of her beer. “Connor’s stubbornness over not risking our friendship with sex drove me bonkers.”
“But it worked out, for both of you?” They looked happy, and Master Caden’s blue eyes had held an enviable gleam of love and lust as he’d gazed at his wife.
Tamara’s mouth twisted into a wry grimace. “Eventually. Have you met anyone else yet?”
Shaking her head, she took a sip of the sweet rum and coke before saying, “No. Master Greg pointed out the couple in the shower before nudging me toward the bar, but I’m terrible with names, so don’t expect me to remember anyone for one night.”
Sydney’s face fell. “Will you only be at the ranch for a week then?”
“No, closer to a month, but I had enough of a time finagling an invitation tonight, so I don’t know if I’ll be back.” And just in case that happened, she intended to go through with the plan that had been flitting through her head all day. Despite the guys’ friggin’ rules, if someone showed an interest in her tonight, she would use this chance to explore her newfound interest and end the needy ache that had taken up permanent residence in her body lately.
“Since you’ve been left to your own devices and I’m on my own for about another hour, why don’t I give you a tour, or did Master Greg already show you enough?” Tamara asked.
“No, I’d love to look around.” Her palms grew damp with nervousness and excitement. “Thanks.”
“In that case, let’s go upstairs. That’s where most of the bondage equipment is. Or, if you’d rather, we can step out back and enjoy the hot tub.”
“I’d love that, but I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” Once again, Kelsey could have kicked herself as soon as she spoke, the amused expressions on the two women’s faces adding to her annoyance with herself for making such a stupid statement.
“You really are new at this, aren’t you?” Sydney teased. “Relax. Yes, we usually get in the hot tub naked, but that doesn’t mean everyone here is comfortable stripping bare. There are a few who prefer the secluded corners for a scene or leaving something on while playing. Caden is signaling me, so I gotta go. Nice meeting you, Kelsey. I hope you come back.”
“Thanks, Sydney.”
“You haven’t seen the loft yet, right?” Tamara slid off the stool.
Kelsey shook her head and cast a look up to the second floor. “No, Greg, Master Greg just mentioned it.”
“Come on. The wooden A frame is new and the Wheel of Misfortune is unique. When you return to your club, you can tell them about it.”
With a wince at Tamara’s false assumption due to her lie, Kelsey rose, curious about both apparatus. But as they reached the stairs next to the dance floor, she paused as she realized one or both of the guys might already be involved with someone. Did she really want to see either man she’d been fantasizing about with his hands all over someone else? She didn’t welcome the prick of jealousy responsible for the tight clutch of her abdomen, but also didn’t want the image of either Greg or Devin with one of these experienced, eager submissives popping into her head over the next few weeks.
Before she could say anything, Tamara turned on the first step, a smile spreading across her face as she looked over Kelsey’s head. Glancing around, she saw two tall men coming toward them, the one with blue eyes just like Sydney’s husband holding out his hand toward Tamara.
“You made it back early.” Tamara melted against the cowboy’s lean body as he hauled her against him and swooped down to take her mouth in a kiss that had Kelsey shuffling her feet in response.
The dark haired man with him cocked his head and winked one, just as dark eye at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Master Kurt, the new Dom.”
What the heck was it about the men in this state? She’d yet to meet one who didn’t tower over her and couldn’t melt the panties off a nun with one piercing look. Kelsey took his hand with a wry grin, happy with the diversion from pining for attention from either of her hosts. “I’m Kelsey, and I’m also new.”
“New to The Barn or new to the lifestyle?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
“Both.” She breathed a sigh of relief she could answer one question honestly.
“Oh!” Tamara gasped. “Sorry, Kelsey, this is my husband, Master Connor.” She turned toward Kurt, adding, “Nice to see you again, Sir.”
“Kelsey, welcome to The Barn.” Tamara’s sexy husband reached out and squeezed her shoulder with a warm look. Why couldn’t Greg or Devin be as pleased to have her here?
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet everyone.”
“I’m up at the bar,” Connor said. “Tam can keep you company until I’m done, if you wish.”
“No need,” Kurt interjected. “I’m free and wouldn’t mind continuing Kelsey’s education, if you’re interested?”
Kelsey took one second to consider the number one rule the guys left her with – she was here to observe, not play – and another second to realize this might be the perfect opportunity to banish the constant fantasies and cravings for Greg and Devin from her head. “I am, very much so, Sir.” Maybe that title didn’t roll off her tongue as easily or feel as right as when she applied it to Greg earlier, but she refused to let that minor detail detour her from accepting his offer. “Thank you.” Taki
ng Master Kurt’s hand again, she turned to Tamara. “Thanks. I hope we can visit again later.”
“Me too.” She finger waved as Master Connor tugged her after him.
Master Kurt didn’t waste any time taking charge, for which Kelsey was grateful as he led her onto the dance floor. “Do you have your own safeword or would you prefer using the club standard?” he asked, pulling her against him as the music changed to a slower tune.
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about but since she wasn’t playing this safe by accepting his invitation, she decided she didn’t need to risk asking. “The standard is easy to remember,” she answered, liking the ripple of his muscles against her as they swayed. She’d never been much of a dancer, but he made it easy by leading and moving her body with seamless effort the way he wanted her to go. There was definitely something to be said for turning over control for a short time.
“You are a little thing, aren’t you?” Master Kurt slid a hand between them and cupped her breast, warming her with his touch and next words. “But I’ve found good things can come in small packages. Nice.” His thumb brushed her nipple and she leaned into his touch even though she couldn’t keep from casting a self-conscious look around.
“I honestly don’t know what to say to that. No one’s said such a thing to me.” And how pathetic was that admission? Her previous lovers had a lot more to answer for than not sticking around, she decided.
“Then you’ve been with the wrong men.” He shifted the arm wrapped around her back downward, using his hand against her butt to urge her against the slow swaying of his pelvis against hers. “You look willing but uncomfortable. Am I right?”
Kelsey blew out a small breath. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Would you rather we take this to the secluded nook for more privacy?”
Before she could think it through, or worry about the ramifications, she nodded and let Master Kurt escort her toward the front of the room with her heart beating in a rapid, staccato rhythm. The girls and slutty bitch were dancing for joy, but a part of her, a big part, couldn’t help wishing it was Greg, or even cranky Devin leading her into a small alcove against the wall. Enclosed on two of the sides by a short, half wall topped with bright green plants, the cozy space sporting one small sofa offered the most seclusion in this place.
