Turning the Tide (Eastern Shore Swingers, #5)

by Phoebe Alexander

Calvin’s grin revealed his straight white teeth. He was a good-looking man with an athletic build and a smooth, well-spoken demeanor. Luke figured he was in his late twenties or early thirties. “It’s a long story. My background is in web development, which I still do. My dad is a retired detective, so I guess I’m kind of following in his footsteps.”

  “He must be proud!” Luke joked. “Sorry, I don’t mean that to be condescending. Do your parents know you work here?”

  “My dad’s a private investigator now that he’s retired. He knows everything,” Calvin explained with a light-hearted chuckle. “They don’t really understand it, but they are supportive. They’re super excited about becoming grandparents, so they’re not about to put a kink in our relationship...so to speak.”

  “Oh, that’s right—you and Paisley are expecting. Well, that’s awesome. I’m happy for you guys.” Luke remembered how excited he was when Barbara first found out she was pregnant. It seemed like an entire lifetime ago. They both seemed like such different people now.

  “Thanks. Well, it was nice to meet you, but I have to go check in with my security guards for the evening.” Calvin extended his hand for a farewell shake.

  “Of course. See you later.” Luke smiled as the young man took long, purposeful strides away from the bar, heading toward the lobby.

  Cap appeared shortly thereafter and gestured toward Luke with his hand, beckoning him behind the black curtain that separated the bar area from the backstage area. Luke slipped off his barstool and made his way around the bar, giving a wave to the bartender, who nodded.

  “What’s up?” He was surprised to find himself in an area that didn’t look unlike his own supply room at his medical practice. The cleaning supplies and the toiletries were similar, anyway, just the equipment varied a bit.

  “Bry and Tam wanted to meet with you privately if you don’t mind. They’re waiting in Leah’s office upstairs,” he explained. It was dark in the storage area, but Luke could see Cap’s blue eyes gleaming in the low lighting.

  “I guess that’s fine. You couldn’t tell me that out there?” He angled his head back toward the bar and raised a suspicious eyebrow.

  Cap chuckled. “I could have, but I wanted you to help me move this first.” He looked down to a pallet that had multiple buckets on it.

  “Oh, yeah, of course.” Luke helped Cap push the pallet out from behind the curtain and lift the big buckets of ice to pour into the freezer under the bar. Then he followed Cap upstairs to the offices, which was where Paisley and Casey had gone earlier.

  Cap led him into the office at the very end and ushered him inside. “Bry, Tam, I want you to meet Luke.” He turned back to his friend. “Luke, this is Bryan and Tamara.”

  Luke dipped his head in greeting then crossed the room to shake both of their hands. He never thought he’d receive such a formal introduction in a “lifestyle” situation. He felt like he had just arrived for a job interview or something.

  “So, I told Bry and Tam about your situation, and they are looking for a Dom-in-Training,” Cap explained.

  “A what?” Luke’s brows furrowed as he tried to process what this meeting was all about.

  “I’m sorry we didn’t get to talk more last night,” Bry began. “Tam saw you watching the scene, and she was quite taken with you. You left before we were able to invite you to join in, but Cap said you’re somewhat of a novice.”

  “You can say that again,” Luke agreed with a chuckle.

  Cap had a mischievous look on his face like he was thrilled to be bringing people together in the name of sex. He sat at his wife’s desk and steepled his hands in front of him with a smug smile.

  “We’re going to be starting a beginner BDSM workshop here at the club, and we’d love to have someone be our...model, so to speak. The audience would watch you act things out while I instruct, and then they can take the ideas back to try at home,” Bry explained. “Would that be something you’d be comfortable doing?”

  Luke’s body pumped all sorts of chemicals into his veins as the Dom’s proposal resonated through his ears. It precipitated such a mixture of feelings, it was challenging to sort them out: excitement, nervousness, arousal, fear, embarrassment. There was so much going on in his head, he had no idea how to respond.

  “You don’t have to decide tonight,” Tam interjected. “I know you just met us, and you’re still getting used to the whole lifestyle thing. I totally get it. But something about you makes me think you’d be a natural Dom.”

  Luke smiled as he met the woman’s kind chocolate brown eyes. She had curly shoulder-length hair dyed a deep raven black with a purple streak down the side. If he had to guess her age, he’d say probably late forties or early fifties. She was an attractive woman with round cheeks and a plump figure.

  “Thanks, I’m just so new to all of this.” Then he wondered how on earth he would get away every week to come to the club. He’d have to figure out some sort of excuse to tell Barbara.

  “Tell you what,” Bry suggested, “why don’t you observe again tonight, let us know if you have any questions, and then we can talk some more? Maybe over dinner or something? Tam just has a real sixth sense about these things, and she knows you’d be perfect.”

  “I’m flattered.” Luke looked up to see that Cap was still grinning. “Yes, I’d love to watch again tonight. It was really hot last night.”

  “Good.” Tam leaned forward so he could see her ample cleavage spilling out the top of her tightly laced corset. “I think you’re gonna be a natural.”

  “We’ll see.” He gave a nod and smile then slipped out the office door and back down the spiral staircase to the main floor of the club. He hadn’t gotten to the point of believing what he’d just witnessed yet. A week ago, he was this miserable lump of human flesh with no hope of physical intimacy and so lonely he thought he might go mad. Now, a week later, he’d kissed and danced with a beautiful woman and had been propositioned by a couple. It was nearly too much to process.

  He decided to head over to the bar to get a drink before meeting Bry and Tam back in their favorite room at the club, the dungeon. A flash of red caught his eye, and before he knew it, a body was sliding into the barstool next to his. “Casey,” he said as the bartender handed him his drink.

  “Hello, darling,” Casey’s words oozed out in her melodic voice. It was deeper and richer than her sister’s. She was wearing a red pin-up style dress with matching heels. The way she and her sister dressed was another contrast between the two, but he liked Connie’s relaxed style.

  “How are you this evening?” Luke asked before taking a sip of his whiskey sour.

  “I’m both pleased and surprised to see you’ve been here three out of the last four nights we’ve been open.” Her eyes sparkled as they traveled up and down his face and chest.

  “You’re not the only one surprised,” he assured her. “This is definitely an interesting place. Interesting people. I like it.”

  “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” She grinned and then her attention was caught by something on the dance floor. She watched for a brief moment before returning her gaze to Luke. “You know, for the most part, lifestyle folks are less judgmental than vanilla folks. We have a real mix of people, of ages, sizes, colors, politics, backgrounds. It’s like once we get naked, we strip all those differences away. Underneath we’re all just human.”

  Luke smiled. “I like that. He swallowed down the rest of his drink and set the glass on the bar. “I have felt really welcomed here—it’s much different than I expected.”

  “Well, guys flying solo sometimes get a bad rap because they seem to forget their manners, but you’re a gentleman, so...” She smiled as her eyelashes fluttered. “Just don’t be too much of a gentleman once you finally get the green light to play, okay?”

  His brows instantly wrinkled. “What do you mean?”

  “A lot of ladies like assertive, dominant men,” Casey explained. “You watched how Tam was with Bry last night, right?” He nod
ded. “Right. Well, you’re a nice guy, Luke, but I know you have another side just dying to break free.”

  He half-scoffed, half-laughed. “And how do you know this?”

  She leaned close to him and rested her palm on top of his. “I’ve been in the lifestyle since I was in my thirties...that’s about thirty years of lifestyle experience. And I’ve been with both men and women. Add that to my professional career as a realtor, and I have learned to read people like all get-out. Trust me on this: you’ve got a Dom inside just waiting to break free.”

  “Did Bry and Tam talk to you just now?” Luke questioned, one eyebrow arched with disbelief. She was basically echoing what Tam said verbatim.

  “No, I talked to them about you last night. It was my idea for them to do a class and to ask you to be their assistant. I think it’ll be really good for you, hon. You’re about to discover a whole new side of yourself.”

  He shrugged as he studied the confident expression on her face. How could she be so sure? She hardly knew him. He was hoping she would say something about her sister—maybe suggest he pursue her more aggressively.

  But there was the whole employee/boss thing.

  And the marriage thing.

  Cap appeared at the end of the bar with a confused look. “They’re waiting for you!” he shouted over the music.

  “Oh, sorry.” Luke turned to Casey. “Well, first step is going to observe a little more.”

  “That’a boy!” A huge grin split her cherry red lips.

  Luke followed Cap down the hall to the dungeon room, which was dimly lit with shaded sconces on the wall casting off a deep crimson color. There was a whole display of implements he hadn’t noticed the night before, a variety of whips and floggers and other devices he couldn’t even identify. Tam was attached to a swing anchored to the ceiling and did not have the use of her hands, which were bound above her. She had a blindfold over her eyes, and her dark curls cascaded down each side of her face.

  “Can you imagine being strung up like that?” came a voice at Luke’s side.

  He immediately glanced over and found Connie standing there. She was wearing dark jeans and a lowcut blouse that laced up, and it was untied with the top laces loosened so he could glance down and see the curve of her breasts rising from a dark lace bra. His dick was the first to notice the cleavage, naturally.

  “She looks like she’s enjoying it,” Luke responded.

  “Oh, it looks hot as hell.” Connie’s voice lacked any type of sarcasm. She was serious.

  He couldn’t tell exactly what Bry was doing between Tam’s legs, but from the sounds coming out of her mouth, it seemed like he was torturing her in the most wicked and tantalizing of ways. He’d already heard him warn her not to come—or else she’d be punished.

  “I miss being touched,” Connie admitted in a voice that was barely more than a whisper.

  They were the only two watching from outside the door, but when Bry glanced over his shoulder, he noticed them and motioned for them to come inside. There was a black leather bench closer to the action. Luke didn’t hesitate. He grabbed Connie’s hand and pulled her over to the bench where he sat close enough to her for their thighs to brush up against each other. Just that slight touch sent a shiver through his body.

  “Me too,” he leaned down to whisper into Connie’s ear. “But I miss having someone else to touch even more.”

  “More than being touched?” She seemed surprised.

  “Yes.” He answered without hesitation because he’d already thought about that several times. If he had to choose between a partner getting him off and getting a partner off, he’d choose the latter. It was so much more satisfying for him to give a woman pleasure than to receive.

  “Are you gonna be a good girl and service the next cock I bring you?” Bry’s deep, authoritative voice bellowed out across the room, capturing both Luke and Connie’s interest.

  “Yes, Master.” Tam gasped as he shoved a toy of some sort right up her cunt. He thrusted it deep inside her about three times and then pulled it out, eliciting a disappointed moan from the sub.

  “You want a turn?” Bry shifted his gaze to Luke.

  “Oh...I...” What Casey said about being assertive echoed in his mind, but when he looked at Connie, her body language immediately closed off. She had crossed her arms over her chest and backed away so they were no longer touching. What if she didn’t feel comfortable with him pursuing something with another woman?

  “Go ahead if you want to,” Connie said, but her heart didn’t seem to match her words.

  “I’m going to pass for now,” Luke said and didn’t miss how Connie’s lips curled into a smile.

  Bry turned toward the dungeon door where three other men, two of them alone and the third with a woman, stood with their tongues practically hanging out. “Any volunteers?”

  A tall, lanky man with reddish hair immediately stepped forward. Bry gestured for him to stand near Tam’s face and lowered the swing a little so her mouth was level with his cock. Still blindfolded, she licked her lips as she waited for the unknown man to feed her his cock. And feed her he did.

  Luke was surprised to feel Connie’s hand on his knee, and then her fingernails dug into his flesh as Tam slurped and gagged on the strange man’s cock. “Oh my god, look at her go,” she whispered in his ear, sending tingles straight down his spine again.

  Bry reached between his sub’s legs and swiped a finger down her swollen pussy lips. “You’re so fucking wet. You like sucking cock, don’t you? It turns you on to be such a cumslut, doesn’t it?”

  “Mmmmhmmmmm,” came her response, garbled around the long shaft sliding in and out of her mouth. The red-headed man was beginning to get into it, his hips swiveling as he pounded into her mouth, steadying himself with one hand gripping her neck and the other holding the chain suspending the swing.

  Luke felt a surge of courage spread through him as he leaned down to Connie’s ears, “Is watching making you wet too?”

  “I don’t know,” she retorted in a throaty voice. “You wanna find out?”

  His cock twitched, reminding him that his erection was growing mighty uncomfortable the way he was sitting on that bench. “Of course I do. I’d love to make you come,” he growled in her ear.

  “Is it still cheating on your wife if I don’t touch you? If you just touch me?”

  “Yes,” he answered without hesitation. “But is that the part that’s stopping you...or is it me being your boss?”

  She had curled herself into his side now, draping her arm across his waist. An inch lower, and she would be brushing up against his rigid shaft. “Right now there’s not much stopping me.”

  Casey’s words rang in his ears again, and he impulsively pulled her so she was sitting on his lap. He’d lost track of what Tam, Bry and the redheaded stranger were doing. All of that faded away, and it was just the weight of her ass pressing onto his dick that was controlling his thoughts.

  “I picked the wrong night to wear pants,” she sighed, grinding her hips down onto him. “Fuck....” Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his hardness through his pants, through hers.

  “We could go somewhere else.” As soon as the suggestion left his lips, he lowered his mouth to nip at her neck, eliciting a gasp and another grind. His arms wrapped around her, pushing her hips down so she could feel him better. He felt like he might explode if he didn’t relieve the pressure somehow, some way.

  “I’m afraid I’ll lose my nerve.” Her voice came out softer, more reserved, but before he could reply, she hopped off him and began to unfasten her jeans.

  His eyes bulged as she shimmied the material down her legs and stepped out of them. He surveyed her toned thighs as a hint of her black lace panties appeared right below the hem of her shirt, which she lifted off over her head so she was standing before him in only her bra and panties.

  Is this really happening? he wondered as she resumed her spot on his lap. I’m surely dreaming again. He was more than a
little shocked at her brazenness, but it only turned him on all the more.

  “Oh, god, I know I shouldn’t be doing this...” She pressed herself down on him again, and this time he could feel the heat and dampness of her sex through the thin material of her panties and his own pants. “I just haven’t wanted anyone for so long...”

  “I know,” he managed as her lips met his again. He claimed them voraciously, tasting her as though she were his last meal. As much as he didn’t want her to do anything she would later regret, he also wanted her to give in to her lust so badly, he thought his whole body might disintegrate if he didn’t get a chance to see her face rippling with pleasure as an orgasm shot through her body.

  “You’re not drunk, right?” he questioned, pulling back to look at her face once more. He didn’t care if desire fueled her decisions, but he didn’t want alcohol to play a role.

  “Fuck no, I’m not drunk. I just want your cock inside me so fucking bad...”

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to—”

  Her eyes closed as her back arched and she writhed against him. “Touch me,” she demanded. “Touch me down there...please?”

  He wanted to try out some of the commands he’d heard Bry use on Tam, but more than anything, he wanted to make her come. He scooted her back on his thighs and slid a long finger under the edge of her underwear. The moist heat that seared his skin shocked him. She was hotter and wetter than his wife had ever been.

  “More...” She bucked against his finger as he gently parted her lips. “Please...more...”

  Eager to oblige, his middle finger joined his index finger as they both thrust deep inside her tight, wet channel. Her mouth parted as a primal moan escaped her lips. Her eyes clamped shut, and her hips began to rotate as he pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy, feeling her juices gush around them.

  “Oh, god, just like that...ooooooohhhhhh...” Her voice was so sexy, and his cock was so hard, he had no idea how in the world he was going to keep from coming in his pants with no other stimulation than her writhing against him. He felt like a teenager all over again, making out with his high school girlfriend behind the bleachers during football games. They’d done their fair share of dry humping, and there were more than a few occasions he’d embarrassed himself by blowing his load before she even touched him.