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  “A dress.”

  “What color?”

  “It’s double-layered. Cream silk with an overlay of black lace.”

  “Sounds perfect.”

  “For what?”

  “For me. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

  The line went dead and I sucked in a deep breath. My evening had suddenly got a whole lot more interesting.

  *

  The cab pulled up and a tall, broad man dressed entirely in black stepped from the shadows of a brick building. It took me a moment to realize it was Travis.

  He paid the fare through the driver’s window, deliberately not stooping so as to avoid recognition, then opened the back door, offered his hand and helped me out.

  “Hey,” he said with a smile.

  Damn, it was that predatory one again. The curl of lips that showed his top teeth and was combined with a sexy narrowing of his eyes. Had he just tricked me into visiting his lair?

  Probably.

  What the hell. I was here now.

  “Travis,” I said, rubbing my bare arms against the faint chill of the night. “What’s this? A restaurant?” I hoped not, I wasn’t hungry. Well, not for food anyway.

  “I think you can get a meal here, but no, this isn’t a restaurant, Marie.” He rested his hands over mine and touched his lips to my mouth. “This is something so much more exciting.”

  His nearness, his soft kiss, the timbre of his voice, damn, the whole package of Travis did funny things to my insides. The usual heart-skipping and feeling breathless but also my pussy clenched, a tingle spreading down my thighs and upward deep into my abdomen. A flutter of excitement, anticipation and surrealness that I was here, with Travis Connolly, all settled inside me. A delicious swirl of emotions that made me want to dance and sing as much as I just wanted to get primitive and naked with the seriously hot guy who was looking at me as though I were dinner.

  “So let’s go in,” I said, unable to control my impatience.

  “Yes, my lady.” He took my hand and led me to a door. There was no sign, no window, nothing to give away what lay beyond.

  We stepped inside and a couple of burly guys in black suits nodded at Travis. He walked past them down a corridor. I could hear music, loud music, something beaty and thumpingly fast.

  “Stop,” he said, stilling. “I want you to wear this.” He held up a strip of black material.

  “What is it?”

  “A blindfold. I want you to close your eyes and see.”

  “But—”

  “Please, you must trust me. This is the best way for you to understand this place.” He paused. “But you can say no, Marie. You don’t have to submit to my every command.”

  “I want to, this one anyway, if you think it’s for the best.”

  He smiled. “It is. You have other senses we must awaken, which means removing the one you rely upon the most.”

  Unease skittered over me as I allowed Travis to tie the blindfold around my head, trapping my eyes shut. But I didn’t resist. I wanted to please him and trusted him to not only keep me safe but to help me understand what I wanted to know about myself.

  “Now come this way. I promise I won’t let go of your hand.” He wound his fingers with mine and my shoulder brushed the top of his arm. We continued to walk toward the sound of the music.

  Before long it was deafening. But not just deafening, it was also booming right through my body, jostling my internal organs and pounding at my eardrums.

  We kept walking, the scent of bodies—sweaty, dancing bodies—filtering up my nose, as did a cacophony of perfumes and colognes and another smell, something I couldn’t put my finger on. It was a little musky, sweet but sour, sexy too. Yes, it was definitely a sexy smell.

  Someone bumped into me. I started to stumble but Travis pulled me close into his side, switched my hand to his other and continued to steer me forward with one arm around my waist.

  It was a relief as the breeze of a door opening and closing signaled us entering another room. The noise of the music more than halved. That I could cope with.

  “We’ll sit in here,” Travis said, guiding me to a seat. “And you can let your body tell you everything you need to know about where you are.”

  The chair was soft, padded, leather maybe and I crossed my ankles and sat back, hands now on my lap, Travis holding them both with one of his. I was aware of him wrapping his other arm around my shoulders, resting on the back of my seat, and his body moving up close, warm and reassuring against mine.

  “Now you must listen,” he said, his lips moving against the shell of my ear. “Accept your blindness as you accepted submitting to me in your office. Be at peace with the unknown, trust me but also trust yourself. Marie, you can do this, you can learn to enjoy things you never thought you would and in the process expand your mind and enhance your pleasure.”

  Travis had this way of speaking that was almost hypnotic; he had so much self-belief, absolute faith in himself and his ability to achieve what he set out to. It came off him in waves, this confidence, and was transported into me on his whispers.

  I calmed, breathed deep and did as he asked, relaxing into the moment, accepting I wasn’t in control and he was, and trusting him too. Yes, I trusted him to be looking out for me, wherever the hell I was.

  There were other noises, smells, movement around me. I wanted to listen, to figure out where he’d brought me, but that would have to wait. All I could concentrate on was his voice slipping like nectar into my mind.

  “Your eyes haven’t got a clue who you should be with or how you should be with yourself, Marie. Just let a dormant, slumbered desire wake within you and let it be your destination. Let me by your guide, your servant on this momentous journey. Have you any idea how humbling that is for me, that you’ve given me your trust, your obedience? It is, I swear, the most precious gift one person can give another.”

  I turned, reached up, found his face and captured his cheek in my palm. It was rough, he hadn’t shaved. “Travis,” I gasped, my stomach twirling, my need for him spiraling out of control.

  “Shh, now just listen, just feel what is going on around you. Absorb the energy and acknowledge how wonderful and nurturing it is.”

  He pulled away a little but he still held my hand, still kept me within the circle of his arm.

  I allowed the same scents as in the first, noisy room to filter up my nose. At the same time sounds emerged. They’d been distant initially, like mist rising on a lake, but now they became clearer. Voices but not words, moans, gasps, a groan deep and guttural and then a slap and someone cried out. A yelp, another slap and a moan.

  God, that moan, it was male I was sure and it went straight to my clit. Swelling the little nub and making me wriggle on my seat. I didn’t need to see to know that it was a moan of pleasure. The yelp, that was pain, I was certain, but the same voice had quickly released a gurgle of appreciation.

  I leaned forward, hoping to hear more. Was rewarded by noises to my left, panting and the friction of skin on skin. “Oh, yes, yes, yes…”

  I knew those words, had called them out myself on several occasions. I gripped Travis’ hand, wanting to put it between my legs. I was burning for his touch, for stimulation.

  Another slapping sound, followed by another and another. A cry of delight, of pain, a plea for more, to stop, more, more, more…

  I knew where I was, all right. Travis had brought me to an orgy. All around me people were having sex. The smells of their arousal, their juices, sweat and cum filled the air. It didn’t disgust me in the slightest. It turned me the hell on.

  I parted my legs as far as I could within my dress, knowing the hem was up around my thighs and wondering if Travis would take the hint. It was a brazen move, sure, but hell, this lot were fucking. What harm would a little fingering do?

  “Marie,” Travis said, his mouth pressing onto my ear again. “Can you describe what’s happening around you?”

  “Fucking,” I gasped. “They’re al
l fucking, aren’t they?”

  “How do you know?”

  “I can hear them, smell them, bloody hell, I can taste them too.” Again I squirmed, canting my hips slightly, slipping my bum on the chair.

  Travis chuckled, the shift of his chest jostling me. “Would you like to see if you’re right?”

  “Yes.”

  He released my hand, fiddled with the blindfold then removed it.

  I kept my eyes shut. I wasn’t sure why. Waiting for instruction?

  “You can look now,” he said, taking my hand again.

  I opened my eyes, peered into the relative darkness of the room. The first thing that struck me was how pale skin is in darkness, kind of glowing. A crescendo was being reached on my left and I stared in fascination as a couple screwed wildly. Her legs over his shoulders as he pounded his hips forward, dents forming in the side of his buttocks as his muscles flexed. They came noisily and in perfect tandem. My cunt spasmed, as if mimicking the pleasure she would be experiencing at the height of her climax.

  The sharp sound of a slap and a groan stole my attention. I looked past several other couples, limbs tangled, orifices being stuffed, a ménage of naked people enjoying one another and saw a man bent over a padded support rail, his arse in the air. Even through the dim light I could see his flesh was seared red, his cock at full hardness and tapping his belly.

  Behind him stood a woman. She too was naked, but for a purple corset with an intricate lace design. In her hand was a paddle, small and round with a squat handle.

  With a flourish she hit him. Hard, each buttock. He jerked, groaned, clutched his cock and began to wank with vigor.

  Seeing him being hit didn’t particularly turn me on. My bum was tingling, yes, but not from seeing him, rather from being with Travis and watching the scene. Wondering what it would be like if that were me bent double and Travis hitting me, not with a paddle but with his hand. The paddle was too impersonal. I wanted skin on skin, especially for my first time. I wanted Travis to be able to feel the heat he was building in me. And did I want a rail to grip? No, I imagined being over his knee. I wasn’t sure why, the position was humiliating, left me vulnerable, so vulnerable. But it was the image that steamrollered into my mind. Right there, right then.

  Travis had been right. The blindfold had allowed me to sense this room without seeing it. That had been a turn-on enough, but seeing it, well now I knew what I wanted. What I would be happy to submit to.

  “Do you like what you see?” Travis asked.

  “Yes, very much.” I was a little breathless. Breathless and hot. There was pressure building in me. A big pressure that would have to release soon. Again I squirmed. Travis pulled me tighter, pressed his lips to mine and then spoke onto my mouth.

  “So have you decided upon your punishment, my sweet little lady?”

  Chapter Twelve

  “Yes, oh yes!” The words tumbled from her sweet lips, almost tripping over one another in their eagerness to get out. It was that eagerness that had my cock pressing excitedly against the crotch of my trousers. I could hardly believe she was here. Not just with me, but in a BDSM club, watching people slap and fuck. The best part was that she was enjoying herself, getting turned-on. I could tell from the little wiggles she was doing in her seat and the way her fingers gripped mine, twitching slightly every time the woman in the purple corset landed a blow on her man’s arse. It was time for Marie’s second lesson in submission.

  “Well, are you going to tell me or do I have to guess? I warn you, if I have to guess, it’ll be so much worse for you.”

  “N-no, it’s okay. I’ll tell you.”

  I watched her chest lift and then drop as she sucked in and released a deep breath. Her dark eyes met mine and it was all I could do to stop myself kissing her again. It wouldn’t have been a bad thing, of course, but I didn’t want to prevent her from saying what she wanted, how she wanted me to punish her for sending her little fingers somewhere they never should have strayed. I could scarcely wait for her to say it so I could get my hands on her perfect body and set us both on the path to utter bliss.

  “I-I would like you to, um, put me over your knee and spank me.”

  My cock almost ripped through my boxers and trousers, Incredible Hulk-style. It was as if she’d read my mind. Or perhaps the comment I’d made in her office about rendering her backside red and sore before taking it in my hands and licking her pussy until she screamed had made an impression. I certainly hoped so, because at that moment there was nothing I wanted to do more.

  “Okay,” I said, bringing her hand to my mouth and pressing a kiss to her knuckles. “It’ll have to be my hand though. I don’t have a paddle or anything with me. I wasn’t expecting to play with anyone tonight.”

  “That’s okay.” Her voice was so quiet I had to lean closer to catch her words. “I want you to use your hand. To feel your skin against mine.”

  I raised my eyebrows. Wow, that seemed as good a reason as any. “Your wish is my command,” I replied, realizing that made me sound more like a submissive than a Dominant, but it didn’t matter. We both knew that wasn’t the case. “Get up then, sweetheart, and pull your dress out of the way, to your waist, then get over my knee. Or perhaps you’d prefer to take your dress off so it doesn’t get creased?”

  She frowned, glanced around. “No, I’d rather not. It’s okay anyway, it won’t crease.”

  I shrugged. That was as nice as I was going to get. I was far from the cruelest, harshest taskmaster, but I was no pushover either. “Over my knee then, sweet cheeks.”

  She hesitated momentarily but then did as she was told. I helped her as she draped herself over my lap—for the first of many, many times, I hoped—then looked down at the delicious bottom that was presented for me. I was delighted to note that she was wearing knickers. A strange thing to think perhaps, but given she’d been on a date with someone else, I was glad that she’d worn them, scarce as they were. I didn’t like the thought of her being so close to Peter without underwear.

  The tiny black G-string bisected her beautifully rounded globes and flashed plenty of pale flesh, all the way down to the tops of her hold-up stockings. I placed my right hand on her bum, smirking as she flinched, then stroked each and every millimeter of skin between her so-called underwear and her sexy hosiery, giving her caresses, gentle and adoring—the opposite of what she’d expected.

  I loved the feel of her weight on me too. It was slight but solid, her belly pressing into my leg. It reminded me that she was here. Plus the sacrificial pose, bared and vulnerable. It was my favorite position for spanking, there was no doubt about it. Right now Marie was mine, all mine. I’d have to be careful though, I could lose myself for hours while giving a spanking, delighting in making a woman come over and over as I mixed slaps with clitoral and G-spot stimulation.

  I was just about to lift my hand and land the first blow when I remembered something. I leaned down to one side to murmur into her ear, “Hey, Marie. You may want to scream and shout and tell me to stop. But you might not really mean it, and I may not know the difference. So if you really and truly want me to stop, then you have to use your safe word. It can be ‘shower’, okay?”

  She nodded and I wondered if she realized the significance of the word I’d chosen. It was the place where we’d first seen each other. She might already be too in the moment to get it and I wasn’t going to ruin that now by mentioning it. I’d tip her off another time. Right now I was going to turn that beautiful arse bright red, and then who knew what would happen afterward? Something good, I hoped.

  I looked around the room, giving myself a few seconds to get into the right frame of mind for what I was about do. Everyone else was immersed in their own activities, no one had even appeared to notice us enter. Perfect.

  I stroked the dip of her back. This was supposed to be a punishment, but on the other hand, Marie was a total newbie and I didn’t want to scare her off to the extent that she’d pull out of our sexual arrangement.
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  Granted, it was pretty much going to be the case of the blind leading the blind because I’d only ever played with experienced subs in the past. And the only other women I’d spent any significant amount of time with had been vanilla types, hence the brevity of our relationships. In spite of that, I was eager to try. Marie seriously pushed my buttons and I really liked her as a person too, so if she was going to have lessons in submission, I wanted to be the one to give them. I knew I would look after her, not push her further than she was willing to go. She trusted me too, and I was determined to do everything in my power to ensure I continued to deserve that trust.

  Marie wriggled on my lap. Impatient little wench! I bit back a grin—I was supposed to be the big, bad Dominant, not an indulgent lover. She’d earned herself some extra spanks for that behavior, and I wasn’t going to delay anymore in giving them. I was ready, and it seemed Marie was too.

  I landed the first blow, enjoying the ripple effect it created on her cheek, not to mention the squeal she let out. At some point in the future, I’d train her to take her punishments without complaint, but as far as I was aware, it was her first time being spanked. It was certainly the first time she’d had a proper spanking, and so I’d break her in relatively gently.

  With only a brief pause, I smacked her other cheek. The first, even beneath the dim light, I could see was already turning pink where my hand had contacted her skin. My cock leapt in response. I’d done that, and by the time I was finished, the pink would be replaced by a vivid red. I could hardly wait.

  I continued to rain blows down on her, even venturing to land a couple on the tops of her thighs. I wasn’t counting, wasn’t even thinking of anything, really, except for pushing Marie to see how much she could cope with. She was doing brilliantly in fact, flinching a little and clenching her buttocks every now and again. The squeals had morphed into moans and I was sure that if I dipped my fingers beneath her G-string I would find her wet and ready.

  This thought alone spurred me on to bring Marie’s punishment to a conclusion so I could find out whether I was right. After a few more well-placed whacks, harder than all the previous ones, I stopped and sought the answer to my question.