by Keta Kendric
The warmth on my cheeks highlighted my embarrassment as it started to travel down the expanse of my body. Fighting to keep from fidgeting, my weight shifted left and right as tension tightened my legs.
It wasn’t until I gathered the strength to glance at Ansel that I found his appreciative gaze roving my body. Lust rested in his roaming eyes versus the hurtful stab of disgust I expected.
“Regina. Regina. Regina.” He sighed as he shook his head. I was so ensnared by his gaze that I didn’t even flinch when he swept the material the rest of the way down. The dress swept the back of my calves before it pooled at my feet.
I’d been concentrating so hard on my scars being exposed that I’d forgotten about all the other imperfections he’d find. My immediate reaction to standing before him in nothing but my underwear was to cover my stomach.
“Don’t you dare,” he commanded, casting a stern eye on me, knowing what I was about to do. I dropped my hands, letting them hang limply at my sides as I brought my gaze back to that interesting wall. I’d always been insecure about my body, to the point that I kept my clothes on during sex and always turned out the lights. The men I’d been with didn’t mind it as long as they were getting laid.
“Regina, look at me,” Ansel ordered as he stood. My gaze lifted, landing on his penetrating green stare.
“You have a gorgeous body. I knew that you would. Trust me, if I didn’t like what I see, you damn sure wouldn’t be standing in front of me. And, I can assure you, I damn sure wouldn’t be taking you on an outing. You understand?”
Unable to speak, I nodded, more grateful for his words than I could say.
“If you ever try to hide yourself from me again, you will be punished, and I’m not going to take it easy on you like I did the first time. As a matter of fact, you can start addressing me as Sir when I’m giving you a command. You’re smart. It won’t take you long to decipher when I’m Sir and when I’m Ansel.”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered, getting into this play more than I assumed I would.
My answer caused his eyes to flicker with a burning heat I’d never seen in them before. I’d finally done something right. The idea that I could make heat burn within a man like Ansel gave me a sense of pride I’d never experienced before.
He stood in front of me, unzipping the sexy dress he’d picked. My heart fluttered as his hot gaze swept my body. He bent and assisted in removing my discarded dress from around my ankles.
So that I could step into it, he lowered the new dress to my feet. The black material fluttered across my hot skin, and his gaze roamed every inch of me and shot my lust level past the boiling point. No man had ever dressed me. None had looked at me the way Ansel did. He’d let his eyes linger, allowing me to see the lust shining in them. He left no doubt that he liked what he saw.
The back of his hand skimmed my hot skin as he dragged the dress over my thighs. His tongue glided over his sexy lips, licking them before clenching the left bottom edge under his teeth in a way that quickened my pulse and had my breaths rushing faster.
When he reached my stomach, he leaned in and left a quick peck there that drew a moan from me and caused my eyes to flutter close. My fingers curled into my palms at my side, and it took everything in me to keep myself from passing out from the rush of energy he’d set off in me.
A few deep, steadying breaths sent enough calming relief into me to entice me to stay on my feet. He tugged the dress up over my chest and stopped, holding one of the thin sheer straps up so that I could slip my arm into it. This life he was introducing me to was going to take some getting used to, and I appreciated that he took his time with me.
With my arms under the straps, Ansel paced around my body to zip up the dress. He swept my hair off my back with a light stroke, and I assisted by holding it and tilting my head down. That’s when I noticed that the bottom of the dress was see-through lace and stopped just above my knees. The solid parts of the dress were enough to cover my hips, butt, stomach, and chest. Together, the lacy and solid sections made the dress more tasteful than if it had been a minidress that hardly covered my ample bottom.
I jumped, sucking in a huge chunk of air when Ansel’s warm fingers brushed my lower back. More scars marred my back, but I didn’t believe he cared.
“Relax. I haven’t even begun to touch you yet,” he stated. His voice was as much a caress as his fingers. His hot words poured into my ears like liquid heat. I’d have to call on all the reserved strength I possessed to endure him.
The slide of the zipper sounded at my back as the skin of the dress tightened around my body. It was a perfect fit. I lied to myself, praying I was a ten when I was at least a good healthy twelve.
I’d been called fat, fluffy, stout, and thick, so I’d never been secure in my body. Add to that the multiple scars I carried, and I figured I was doomed to hide my body for life. I knew that there were men out there that appreciated my size and body type, but I’d never met any until Ansel.
Honestly, I’d stopped caring about my size years ago when it became apparent that some men weren’t going to be satisfied until they’d transformed me into the emaciated rack of skin and bones they desired.
“How did you know my size?” I asked, finally able to squeeze a question past my lips.
“It’s my job to know,” he stated. The heat of his words kissed my skin before his lips connected with the back of my neck and caused every hair on my body to stand. A shiver of lust shot through my core, and I didn’t get a handle on myself until I glanced up into the smiling gaze of the handsome man standing before me.
“Beautiful,” he complimented. His gaze was fixed with a certainty that let me know he meant it. He lifted the shoes.
“You don’t have to put these on until we get there.”
Thank God. The shoes were beautiful to look at, but me walking in them was a whole other story.
He stepped away from me and reached across the couch for the garment bag again.
My lips parted at the sight of not one but two jewelry boxes—a smaller slender one and a bigger thicker one, twice its size. Each box was black with the gold writing of the jeweler inscribed on top. Confusion surfaced because he’d stated this wasn’t a date.
He sat the smaller box on the couch and opened the bigger one. The necklace inside left me motionless. The white gold design had small diamonds embedded in the threads. A solid heart that looped through an intricately designed circle, completed the diamond-studded pendant.
Ansel stepped behind me and draped the beautiful piece of art over my neck. My fingers covered it as soon as it sat on my skin. Enthralled by the beautiful piece of jewelry, I hadn’t noticed Ansel had taken a matching bracelet from its box. He sat the fine piece atop my wrist, and I drooled at the sight of it. I hadn’t worn anything this expensive and beautiful in years.
My fingers rested against the necklace as my gaze found the beautiful bracelet on my wrist, a mini replica of the necklace. My body danced in jittery excitement once Ansel had locked the bracelet in place.
“Perfect,” he professed as he took me in fully.
“I’ll explain to you what this jewelry means before you go getting ideas in your head.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, remembering he’d liked me saying it.
“I’ve marked you,” he stated.
“Marked?” I was sure my confusion was displayed on my pinched brow and questioning gaze.
“As my submissive, I must put warnings in place, so no one gets their asses fucked up.”
“What?” fell breathlessly past my lips. Where in the hell was he taking me that required warnings?
“The bracelet means don’t touch. The necklace means don’t engage. As in, don’t talk to you. If anyone attempts to talk to you without my permission, I need you to let me know.”
My head moved up and down because I was too dumbstruck to answer with words.
“I’m thinking I should mark your finger. I’m not going to lie to you. You’re so sexy in tha
t dress, I’ve got a feeling I might have to fuck someone up over you.”
“Wait. What?” blew past my lips as my words sputtered. My lips sat poised and ready to ask every one-word question that started with a W.
“It’s okay. You’ll understand more when we get there. For now, relax,” he instructed. His voice was almost enough to calm me. However, I was lost in a new world that I was afraid of and at the same time excited about.
13
Regina
My head darted in every direction as we drove away from the bustling city into an industrial area with dim lighting, a less traveled dusty road, and lots of warehouses. My questions lingered, none that I was sure Ansel would answer. I’d learned rather quickly that he did things at his own pace. My questions would get answered, just not as fast as I wanted them to.
When we rolled into the pitch-black alley next to a tall warehouse whose front was a wall of shiny black glass, my gaze landed on Ansel although he couldn’t see me in the dim interior of the car. We drove deep into the alley with only the park lights guiding us.
Ansel turned into a dark nook that I didn’t know was there. The squeal of a door sliding open sounded. We rolled deeper into the darkness. Ansel must have known this place well because he drove into the black with ease.
When he stopped the car and got out, dim lighting started to brighten the space around us. Inside the building now, I made out the outline of a garage door closing us in. I stared into the darkness so hard, I didn’t move until Ansel opened my door and leaned into the car.
He reached past me and unbuckled my seatbelt before his arm grazed my inner thigh where the dress had risen. My breath hitched, but his warm touch left me desiring more. It wasn’t until he lifted the death traps I’d have to walk in that I understood what he’d reached for.
“Turn for me,” he instructed.
He took my ankle in his hand and dragged it towards the open door. My body turned as my mind played catch up.
As one leg hung out of the door, Ansel positioned the other so that my foot rested atop his thigh. His tight muscles flexed under my bare feet as I glanced at him.
He unstrapped the shoe and fastened it around my ankle. I was so captivated by him that I didn’t even think to hand him my other foot. He reached down for it and strapped me into the other heel.
“When we go in, try your best not to stare or make eye contact. It will lead them to think you’re interested and it will also lead them into an ass whipping. You’re untrained, and they are going to pick up on it and think they can turn you.”
“Turn me?”
“Yes. Turn you into their sub. Take you from me. You don’t want to leave me, do you?”
“No…Sir. You know I don’t,” I answered truthfully.
My answer pleased him, making him smile. I felt like a teen in his presence who was finally learning the ways of man and woman. Only, I was learning something of a whole different world.
“Good. It’s okay to look but be discreet about it. If you feel yourself slipping and need something to rein in your curiosity, look at me.”
“Yes, Sir,” I replied, already getting used to the idea of him being my Dom. I hadn’t a clue about what I was walking into, but I was confident that Ansel wasn’t going to let anything happen to me. He’d already talked of whipping people’s asses, so what was there to worry about?
He took my hand to help me out of the car, but I hesitated. I’d come this far to end up dead, killed by the sexy black heels on my feet. I could picture myself stumbling and cracking my head open on the sharp edge of concrete as I bled out, staring at the sexy shoes on my feet.
I stood, and my feet started to wobble as my ankles and feet fought to keep me balanced. Ansel placed a hand around my arm to steady me as his smile widened.
“Oh, hell yes. I’m going to end up fucking someone up over you,” he volunteered in a low tone.
“Why?” I asked as I took my first few shaky steps after he’d placed an arm around my waist.
“Let’s go,” he ordered, “You’ll understand soon enough.”
The smile in his voice was apparent. I was sure I was missing something. I felt like Alice being escorted to Wonderland in this too-sexy dress and life-threatening heels.
14
Ansel
Regina had no idea how sexy she was. There was nothing I could say to explain it to her. Proving what I’d pointed out was the only way for her to understand her own sex appeal. She’d never been persuaded to embrace her sexual desires, and I relished the idea of being her teacher.
After I keyed in the combo to the back door, I shoved it open with the tips of my fingers. The low thump of music met us as I gestured for Regina to enter the softly lit hall first. The scene was set to resemble us walking into the chambers of a dungeon. The torch-style lights flickered, their low flames glowed against the walls and sparsely illuminated the darkness. Thick grayish bricks lined the walls that were left bare.
Regina wobbled. The click-clack of every step bounced off the floor. Her shaky steps improved when her attention was directed at her surroundings. My eyes wouldn’t stay off the woman, and I started to second-guess my decision to bring her here.
When we reached the door at the end of the hall, I keyed in another code, and the sound of loud music met us with more force as the dim seductive view drew us in. I didn’t rush Regina. I allowed her to take in the scene as she entered her first BDSM club.
When a Dom passed us with his sub on a leash, Regina’s mouth dropped open and remained that way until the couple blended into the crowd. She glared up at me for a second before her gaze recaptured the crowd of Doms and subs in various stages of dress.
My hand sat at the small of Regina’s back, urging her to take a step further. She’d forgotten about those heels. Her steps were shaky, but she looked sexy making them. Her legs were about a mile long in those heels. The black leather wrapped around her sexy brown ankles led my gaze up the shapely legs that I couldn’t wait to drape around my neck.
As I expected, heads started to turn in our direction. Every Dom that landed an eye on Regina stared. They wanted what I had, but they’d find themselves needing a set of dentures if they tried to step to her. My brows edged up as the flare of their nostrils didn’t miss my probing eye, and the anxious tension that flooded their bodies was spotted as well.
Regina leaned closer. “Everyone is staring at us.”
“They are staring at you. Don’t lock gazes with any of them. You understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered, her tone carrying slightly above the music.
Hearing her address me appropriately left me smiling. She was a quick learner. I was certain I’d have to remind her, although, I’d purposely not given Regina all of my rules. She’d already told me no once, and if I’d given her all my rules, she’d have told me hell no.
As we neared the bar, Godrick Ross, an associate of mine, approached. He inclined his head in my direction while taking a quick glance at Regina. She stood, staring at my chest, being the good sub that I knew she could be. For someone that didn’t know a damn thing, she was doing well.
With a nod, I acknowledged Godrick, ignoring his interest in Regina.
“Please, introduce me, Ansel,” he requested, resembling a hungry fox.
Where the fuck were his subs anyway?
Godrick was a billionaire who didn’t hesitate to throw the weight of his money around. He never came into the club with the same two subs and expected people to humble themselves around him. I gave a negative fuck about his billionaire status and treated his ass like I treated everyone else.
“Godrick, this is my Gina,” I stated, noticing Regina’s brow hitch at my calling her mine. My statement let that thirsty bastard Godrick know Regina wasn’t up for trade, touch, or anything else. He’d better be glad I was allowing his ass to look at her.
My lips hovered near Regina’s ear. “You can look at him, but don’t let him touch you.”
“Yes, S
ir,” she answered as she glanced up at Godrick.
Fuck, she had me proud. She acted better than some of the subs I’d trained.
Godrick reached out his hand to Regina. That motherfucker knew better. A fucking blindfolded baboon could see how well I’d marked Regina, but he couldn’t resist testing her as he thrust a knife into my patience.
When Regina inched her body away from his hand, I could have kissed her.
“Godrick, you know better. She’s marked, and if you don’t drop your fucking hand, I’m going to chop that motherfucker off,” I roared, my anger soaring within me as I closed the distance between us.
The hint of darkness I spewed, and the glass-cutting edge to my voice sent Godrick back a few paces. Regina’s body tensed next to mine, but she didn’t say a word.
Godrick lifted a hand. “My, my, my. I guess trading is out of the question? She must be good for you to come at me like that. I’m your partner. I thought we were cool?”
“You’re one of my partners, and we are cool as long as you respect the fucking rules.”
“My bad,” he proclaimed as his hungry eyes landed back on Regina and roamed her body. He sucked his teeth as she fought her natural instinct to react to his heated stare.
Partner or no partner, I readied myself to punch this motherfucker in the face. Just as my fingers sank into my palms and my knuckles started to tighten, Godrick’s subs approached. The women stood on either side of him. They wore twin black lace teddies that left nothing to the imagination.
“Master, I brought you a drink,” one of the women announced as Godrick took the offered glass. Smart girl. She’d saved him from an ass-stomping he wouldn’t soon forget. Godrick knew better than to touch, but given Regina’s unparalleled beauty and sex appeal, I could understand his willingness to risk an ass whipping.
He nodded in my direction with a teasing grin plastered on his face. His eyes roamed Regina once more before he placed a hand on his subs’ backs and shoved them onward.