The dressing room was plush, red, and dimly lit. There were a few people lying around with masks on, some just resting, some being attended to. Tally grabbed Eileen’s arm and steered her to a mirror. “I think we need to get these on. Now. I don’t think anyone is going to be comfortable around us until we do.”
Eileen nodded and a moment later, they had the masks on and adjusted. Finding the lockers, they deposited their purses and jackets, and after locking the door, put the key lanyards around their necks.
The Club opened before them, a plush, luxurious, warmly lit open space with red and gold accents everywhere. They could survey the area from where they were, standing on an elevated walk that led off to the right and left. There was a rich wood bar at the other end and alcoves in every direction. Tables were filled with people, chatting, flirting, drinking, smiling…all anonymously tonight.
Eileen led the way to the right to the stairs so they could reach the main floor. There were a few couples against the railing, some chatting, some flirting, and one couple—
—fucking.
Tally averted her eyes, staring at Eileen’s back, trying not to see them, trying not to notice the casual rhythm he had at her back, the skirt hiked to her waist or the woman’s hand snaked between her legs. She tried not to see the look of complete pleasure on her face, or the breasts that spilled out of the bra she was barely wearing. She tried to ignore the silver chain that hung between from nipple to nipple and didn’t want to see the black collar she wore that the chain was also attached to. She didn’t listen as the woman groaned gutturally as her partner pulled her hair back, pulling her neck up, pulling the chain, tugging on her nipples.
Tally felt her whole body responding to the scene, and she wanted to get to the bottom of the stairs, sit at the table below them and watch as they put themselves on display.
“Voyeurism,” Eileen whispered. “Fascinating. The idea of having people watching you heightens the pleasure.”
“There’s no idea about that,” Tally answered. “They are fucking to be seen.”
She turned back to the room and realized it was not an unusual site. Not everyone was engaged in intercourse, but there was copious touching, teasing going on all around them. There were waiters and waitresses in various states of dress. A few of the men and women had a partner with them, kneeling at their feet. Some of them had a partner in their lap. And as they walked further back, the alcoves were revealed.
Women and men occupied them as couples or groups. There were all manner of sexual games going on in them, whips and crops, crosses and benches, candles and whipped cream. Every booth was in use; some were open for viewing, and others were shut for privacy.
Bodies writhed everywhere, and the air was thick with sexual want and promise.
It was…erotic.
Tally was enraptured; her whole body lit from within.
* * *
“Your usual, Beebee.”
The drink slid across the bar, and she wrapped her hand around it. It was a light scotch with water. Completely illegal for a nineteen-year-old to be drinking it at the bar. But then, all of what was going on around her was illegal, and her scotch would be a minor infraction in the scope of the illegal sexual deviance that she was watching.
“Here again, Beebee?”
Tally turned and found the ridiculously handsome face of Professor Simon walking up to the bar. He was wearing his usual black pants and shirt, buttons only partially fastened. She blinked a few times and nodded. “Yes. Again.”
He leaned on the bar next to her, facing the crowd. “Let’s see. That’s twice a week and usually a visit on the weekends, for the past five months.”
Tally nodded. There was no denying she was utterly taken by the secret that was The Club Endulge, hidden in the basement of a Manhattan office building. She had purchased a membership before they’d left that night, without Eileen knowing, and gone home to read everything she could about BDSM and the lifestyle. And whenever she didn’t have class or studying to do, and was off from work, she was at The Club. Watching. Learning.
Simon turned to her and leaned in. “All of this watching. Mm. Makes a person very frustrated without participation. What do you do, Beebee, when you go home?”
This had been their dance for weeks. Long weeks. She knew Simon was interested in her, and she was certainly interested in him. But she wasn’t ready for him.
Tonight was different. Her regular answer, “Nothing,” wasn’t going to suffice. Tonight, Tally wasn’t going to answer. Beebee was.
“I get myself off,” she whispered in return.
His eyes widened at her answer. Not in shock from her answer, but that she had answered. “Do you, now?”
“Yes,” she managed.
Simon’s hand trailed down her arm. “And how do you do that?”
“A very nice vibrator.” Tally felt the gooseflesh rise on her arm. “And a dirty fantasy.”
“Oh, really.” Simon’s fingers trailed from her shoulder across her collar. “Would you care to share that fantasy with me?”
“It’s you.” She let the words out on a breath. “You with me in that room.”
He was unreadable now, his hand now caressing the back of her neck. “Tell me more. Tell me all of it.”
“I’m bottom up, naked and your paddle is finding home every time.”
It was a loaded answer in such a simple sentence.
“Is this a fantasy or a request, Beebee?” Simon’s hand stilled.
“Both.”
He studied her. “I have the same fantasy, Beebee.” His tone was quiet and low. “I want to make it come true. Would you like that?”
She nodded ever-so-slowly. “Yes, sir.”
“Before I take you over there and make you come for me, you understand that you don’t have to do this. This is of your own free will and consent that you agree to this.”
“Of course, sir.”
He smiled and ran a hand down her cheek. “That is a beautiful word, pretty one. Hearing you call me sir. Is that what you want?”
“If it pleases you, I would like you to try your hand on me first. I do not want to say yes until I have experienced this once without any strings attached.” Tally had planned this moment out in her mind for weeks. “But, yes, sir. I would like it if you trained me.”
“Oh, what a good girl.” Simon’s hand found her breast, and he trailed his fingers over her. “Just for tonight, to see if our fantasy will work, the safe words are simple. Green, yellow, red, and stop. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“So pretty to hear that from your lips.” Simon took her hand and helped her off the chair. He led her down the row of alcoves and chose one with a saddle horse and an impressive collection of paddles. “Do you want the curtains open or closed, Beebee?”
“Closed for now, sir.”
He pulled the dark material over the opening and walked back to her, standing close enough that she could feel his impressive, straining length against her hip. His hand trailed down her side, to the edge of her pants, and slipped inside. “You’re sure about this, Tally?” His fingers found their way to her sex, and he stroked the lips that hid her excited, waiting bundle of nerves.
She dared to look at him. “Can’t you feel how wet I am, Simon? We’ve played the game for weeks. I’m ready. I don’t want to go home and fantasize again. I want to come here for the fantasy. I want you to show me that this is what I need.”
He brushed his mouth over hers, gently, with no pressure. “I will train you to be my little sub if that’s what you want.”
“Yes.” His offer was more than what she’d hoped for. She thought he would send her to someone else, and maybe come for her after. But being trained by this man she’d been teasing and teased by for weeks? The beginning of that fantasy.
Standing in front of her, he slid her pants down, off and to the floor. Tally stepped out of them, and he swooped to pick them up and fold them neatly. “I would have—”
“Yes, sir.” Tally started to slip her shoes off.
“Oh, no no.” Simon’s hand on her arm stopped her. “No, my dear. Those stay on. I love what they do to your legs.” Tally nodded and secured her foot back in the pump. “Now, let’s get you up on the bench.”
He was very clear with his directions as Tally positioned herself on the saddle horse for the first time. She found her heart was racing, her body winding quickly to a fever pitch. Was this really what she needed? She was standing mostly naked from the waist down, in front of a man who was not her husband—not even her boyfriend—asking him to paddle her ass for sexual gratification. Just thinking about it like that, in a neat linear fashion, made her think that she was insane.
Then, at the same time, feeling the cool leather of the saddle horse beneath her skin, feeling Simon’s hands guide her into place, anticipating the swat and whatever else Simon had planned excited her, thrilled her, in ways she hadn’t thought she would ever discover. She didn’t want to hope.
Simon’s heat came close to her skin, and his hand fluttered over her exposed ass, raised in the air. The swat on her bare skin came suddenly and hard. It was the smack of hand on skin, once and twice—and Tally couldn’t stop the groan that escaped her. If she had thought her body was lit before, she was now in the throes of a consuming fire.
She felt Simon against her, his erection pressing into her thigh. His hands wandered to her hips, and his breath brushed her neck. “There are things that are usually expected within a scene that remain unspoken, Tally. But you’re not my sub, and we don’t have an arrangement. So I have to voice them.” He caressed the spot his hand had hit earlier. “After I have thoroughly spanked you and made you come, I would very much like to fuck you.”
Tally felt her body tremble at the request, and she didn’t hesitate. “I would like that, sir.”
“Thank you, pretty.” Simon moved back a bit and his hand swatted her ass again. This time it was harder but no less exciting, and she gave another throaty groan. “We must warm up your wonderful ass before we give you the paddle.”
Another shot of want tripped through her. “Thank you, sir.”
Again, another hit, and again, a little harder. Tally gripped the saddle horse hard, the warmth and tingle of his spanking spreading through her, charging her body and winding her toward her climax—
Tally caught herself panting and wanting to squirm. She had, after the few nights with Gerald and the few intervening interludes with a handful of other guys—and even a girl—given up hope that she would ever, ever find the key to the amazing orgasm she’d been seeking. That she could ever achieve that without a vibrator. Yet, here she was bent over, getting spanked and waiting for a paddle, flying quickly to the heights she’d only heard about.
Each of his blows grew harder and consumed her quickly into the lust that raced around her. She wanted this so much. She let her mind float out, away from her and discovered that she craved this. Her body was comfortable and suddenly relaxed. Simon’s hands caressed her between each hit and would dip to softly tease her.
He did that. The spanking did that. Bending over a saddle horse did it. Being half dressed and feeling utterly wanton did that.
“Where is your head, pretty?” Simon’s voice was soft as he ran his fingers over her satin, wet sex.
“Here, sir. With you, floating sweetly through my body.”
Simon grunted. “Impressive, Tally. Subspace so easily. Would you like the paddle now?”
“Oh, please, sir.”
His heat left her as he walked to the wall ahead of her. She was so relaxed, so ready for this she didn’t even lift her head to look. “What shall we start with?” Simon mused. She saw his feet as he walked the length of the wall. She didn’t care; she wanted his hands on her again. But he picked a paddle off the wall. “Mm. My favorite beginner.”
His feet led him back around the saddle horse. After two more hard slaps with his hand, he gave her a quick caress. “I’m going to tap you with this, so you know what it feels like. These are not your reward for being a good girl. They are your warning for what’s to come. What’s the safe word, Tally?”
“Stop works, sir.”
“Good girl.” He praised her with another quick caress. “Please, remember to use it if you have to.” His breath was on her neck. “But I’d be lying if I told I want to hear it.”
Tally’s body shivered from his words as he spanked her hard again. She wanted this so much…so much…
The next sensation on her ass was one of cool, firm wood tapped against her skin. Simon held it there for a moment, a contrast to the heat she felt everywhere on her body. “We’re going to do four, Tally. Just four. I know you’re not trained, but I want you to try not to come until the fourth. Would you like to count them out for me, pretty?”
“Please, sir,” she breathed.
The paddle moved away from her, and a moment later he struck. The hit was firm, hard, and expertly placed. It spread the tingle of the pain through her whole backside, a marathon of sensations through her, racing to her mind and back again to her ass. Tally tried to not make a noise and mostly succeeded save for the pleasured grunt she couldn’t stop. “One,” she finally managed to say.
“Tally?”
“Green, sir, please. Green.” It was her way of begging for the next.
The next hit did not disappoint. Its impact built the tingle, the tease throughout her body. Her pussy clenched, and her breath hitched. The motion of her body dragged her hard nipples on the leather of the bench. Her legs were shaking now, and she wanted more. “Two,” she gasped. “Green! Please! Sir!”
There was no praise or warning or caress—the paddle hit her ass hard and her mind spiraled nearly out of control. Every nerve in her body wound tight and screamed for release. Her breasts ached, her arms were weak, and her mind called out for relief. There was only one way to get it. “Three. Oh, God. Three, green, please. Three.”
The last hit struck her. Her body exploded in a wracking orgasm that tore away all senses and ability to think.
Two
Blackfoot, Idaho - Five years before
Dana smiled. It was a pretty smile that Liam had always hoped he could start to love. She had such a wonderful personality and so many things he ought to have loved and appreciated about her.
“Stay, Liam,” she whispered, her breasts brushing his side.
“I’m not leaving,” he answered.
“No,” Dana stated, leaning up. “Not leave today, I know you’ll stay. I mean don’t leave. Don’t leave Idaho. Dad would love it if you took over the farm. I would love it. We could make this work.”
“How is that fair to either of us?” Liam could tell his voice was sad.
“We’re good together, Liam. We are.”
“Oh, Dana, we’re not in love. I can’t make a vow to love you when we’re not.”
“Not every good couple has to be in love,” she said. “You’re a good man; we’re good in bed. We work as a great team. We care for each other.”
Liam let out a long breath. “Dana, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone over this in my head. Over and over it. I want to stay. I want to fall in love with you. But there is something there that’s not right. I can’t put my finger on it and neither can you.” He traced the bridge of her nose. “I wish it weren't like this, Danes, you know that.”
“I have to try, Liam,” Dana said with a smile. “I wish I could figure out what it was.”
He nodded.
“When do you leave?”
“Two weeks.”
“But don’t you graduate next week? You’re not even going to stay the summer?”
“If I don’t do this now, I never will.”
Dana was quiet as she settled back on the pillow next to him. It was a comfortable silence for a long, gentle few minutes. She broke it c
arefully. “What about your mother?”
“My mother is well-cared for,” Liam answered. It was painful to admit.
“I thought you hated Hartley.”
Liam shook his head. “I did. For many, many years. Because he wasn’t my real dad. He wasn’t the guy who was supposed to be playing catch with me and Tom. He wasn’t supposed to be the one who was taking Violet to her daddy-daughter dances. When I finally grew up, I realized what an idiot I was. He was and is my real father. Greg was a sperm donor who ran the instant his perfect life wasn’t perfect.”
Dana leaned up again. “That is the most adult thing I have ever heard you say about him.”
“Well, come on. It had to happen sometime. I had to realize that he was so much better for us than Greg was. I focused all that hate on someone who stayed here to help my mother, and care for her and us. That was dumb of me. Hartley loves my mother more than flowers love spring and deserves that. I’m glad that they were able to have Annie before Mom got sick. He loves that little girl so much, and she’s what finally convinced me he wasn’t a raging asshole.”
Dana squinted. “I would have thought you were jealous.”
“I was, until one day I realized that he wasn’t treating us any differently than he treated her.”
“When did you have this epiphany?”
Liam sighed. “When we got the news that she’d probably never walk again. He didn’t run. He didn’t freak out or scream. He didn’t go to the bar and get drunk, and then come home, pack up and leave. Do you know what he did?” Dana shook her head. “He came home and started researching the best wheelchairs for her, how to prevent bedsores, and how to make the house handicap accessible, everywhere. By the time Mom got out of rehab, he’d gotten most of the house updated for her. He had an elevator built onto the house.”
“That’s what I remember,” Dana said. “You got so mad about it.”
“Because I thought they would move into a rancher,” Liam explained. “I thought we could get out of the house where I spent my so-called miserable childhood. And when I saw Mom’s face light up at the realization she could get up and down in the house, I finally realized what an asshole I was to him.”
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