by Hannah Ford
And that’s when my eyes landed on the collar sitting on the table.
A cold shiver of fear went up my spine.
This wasn’t just a club.
It wasn’t just a sex club.
It was a BDSM club.
I didn’t know much about BDSM, except for what I’d seen in the movies. My roommate, Julia, had read a couple of novels about it. I’d seen them strewn around the apartment, pictures of handcuffs and whips on their covers.
I turned to Noah. “This is a BDSM club,” I whispered.
He nodded, waiting for my reaction.
That same fear ran up my spine again, and my arms broke out in goose bumps.
But the fear wasn’t because I was afraid.
It was because I was excited.
And that was frightening.
“How is this supposed to help me to get to know you?” I asked Noah, frustrated.
“Do you trust me?” he repeated. His hand slid down my neck, tracing a line over my collarbone, then dipping just inside the top of my dress, running over the top of my bra.
The goose bumps on my arms broke out all over my body, and I was afraid Noah was going to be able to tell.
“I’m not…I don’t know.”
“You need to trust me,” he whispered. He pulled me close so that our foreheads were touching. He smelled like expensive cologne and shaving cream and something else, something Noah.
“How can I trust you when you let me get to know you?” I breathed.
“This is how you get to know me,” he said. “This is who I am.”
“But how does this help me get to know you?” I asked.
“By understanding why I need this, you will start to understand everything about me,” he said. He kissed the side of my neck softly, his lips brushing over my collarbone, bursting my skin into flames.
“You’re not making sense,” I said. I could feel myself getting seduced, getting pulled under by his kiss, his touch, the way his body felt close to mine. I needed to keep my head clear, but it was impossible. He had a pull and power over me that I couldn’t understand, that I was helpless to resist.
“No,” I said, pushing away from him. “This can’t all be sexual. I just…I’m not okay with it.”
“This isn’t all about sex, Charlotte,” Noah said, pulling me back toward him.
“How isn’t it?” I challenged.
“Seeing what I need, what I expect from you, will be the only way you can possibly begin to uncover the reasons why.”
“And then I’ll understand you better,” I finished.
“Yes.” He put his hand onto mine, intertwining our fingers.
I reached out and touched the collar on the table with my other hand. It was surprisingly flexible, with a fleece liner that was soft around my fingers. “Do I have to wear this?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do anything, Charlotte.”
I swallowed. It seemed like a load of bullshit – that I needed to do something sexual with him to get to know him better. He was older than me, and more experienced. He was good at manipulating situations, twisting them and turning them until they fit into whatever little box he wanted them to. This was the skill of a good lawyer. He was extremely successful in his career, and I wondered how much of this was spilling over into his personal life.
I looked down at the collar, imagining him putting it around my neck, pulling it tight. Would I be tied up? Would he blindfold me? Spank me? Would he drip hot wax on me? I didn’t know the rules.
I remembered that girl going down into the basement with that man. The walls had been dark, the whole scene sort of foreboding. I should have been scared. But instead, I was intensely turned on. The thought of being at Noah’s mercy, bound and gagged or blindfolded made me wet.
I wanted to give in, to let him do whatever he chose with my body, to use me in whatever way he desired. But there was something else, some connection I felt to this man, even though I’d only just met him. He said this would bring us closer, but I wasn’t sure if I believed it.
I bit my lip, considering, my heart and head locked in a battle, trying to find a way to meet in the middle.
In the end, Noah made the decision for me.
He kissed me softly on the lips, and when he pulled back, leaned his forehead back against mine.
I opened my eyes, staring right into his.
“Please,” he whispered. He brought my hand to his lips, kissing each one of my fingers soft and slow, his eyes never leaving mine.
It was so real, so raw, so vulnerable.
In that moment, I felt so connected to him, I would have given him anything he’d ask for.
I took his hand in mine and squeezed.
“Yes,” I said. “Take me. I’m yours.”
The music pulsed around us, the rhythm hypnotic as Noah reached out and picked the collar up from the table. He placed it carefully around my neck, being careful not to fasten it too tight.
There was a long chain hanging off the collar, but he held my hand instead of the leash. He knew I was nervous, knew I was a stranger in this new world, knew I needed to be introduced to it slowly.
He led me away from the booth and onto the dance floor.
A couple of men at the bar turned to watch as I was led toward the basement door, and I was surprised to find that I liked it. It was a turn on, these men knowing that I was about to be taken by Noah, that I was going to submit to him, to allow myself to be completely vulnerable and at his mercy.
Noah pulled me closer to him, his hand sliding around my waist, his grip tight on my hip. “I don’t like the way they’re looking at you,” he said into my ear. “But I can’t blame them because you’re just so fucking sexy.”
I blushed. Were the men really looking at me with lust? It didn’t seem possible, not with all the beautiful women in this club. But I liked that Noah was possessive of me, that he didn’t want anyone else looking at me.
Noah pushed open the door to the basement and led me through, down a black stone staircase that led into a long hallway. The hallway was carpeted in plush dark red, the lights dim.
There was no music down here, but the beat from upstairs reverberated through the ceiling. It made my heart pound, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the bass of the house music, or from anticipation.
The hallway curved around, out of sight behind a large black pillar. From somewhere in that direction, I heard the crack of a whip, followed by a woman’s moan.
My hand tightened around Noah’s.
He pulled me close to him and held me tighter. “You okay?” he asked, pushing my hair out of my face tenderly.
I nodded, my mouth dry.
He kissed me softly on the lips. “Do you know what a safe word is, Charlotte?”
“I think so.” I swallowed. “It’s what you say if you want to stop.”
He nodded. “Our safe word is ‘blue.’ If you say that word, we will immediately stop whatever it is we’re doing, no questions asked. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He kissed me again, this time slow and deep, his hands snaking down my back and grabbing my ass.
When we pulled back, his eyes searched mine.
“Do you trust me?” he asked. His eyes were blazing now, his voice commanding, powerful. It wasn’t a plea, or a question. The answer he wanted was obvious.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He took me by the leash and led me down the hall.
When we got to the end of the hall, we were standing in a circular room. It was dim and it took a second for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. After a moment, two shadowy figures came into focus.
A woman, dressed in a leather bodysuit, was crawling across the floor toward a man holding a whip. When she got close, he smacked her on the ass. She moaned in pleasure, and he reached down and placed a ball gag in her mouth.
There was a raised perimeter around the room, with tiny two-person tables set up. Men and women sat at the tables, watching t
he man with the whip as he placed another lash on the woman’s ass.
“Do you want to stay and watch?” Noah asked.
I quickly shook my head no. I wasn’t ready for that. Watching this man and woman seemed like an intrusion on one of their most intimate moments. I knew they wouldn’t have been doing it in front of everyone if they weren’t turned on by it, if they didn’t want an audience. But it still felt wrong somehow.
Noah laughed and pulled me toward a door off the main room. It was black, with no windows, and a tiny little indicator light on the outside of the door was green.
“What does the green mean?” I asked.
“It means no one’s in here.” He pushed open the door and pulled me inside.
The room was about the size of a small bedroom. There was a folding table covered with a pad in the middle of it, and a rack on the wall that was filled with whips and chains and things I didn’t recognize.
My pulse raced and I turned around and looked at Noah. He closed the door behind him and dimmed the lights.
“Charlotte,” he breathed, pulling me into his arms. “Tonight, your training begins.”
“My… training?”
“Yes, your training.” He reached onto the wall and selected a paddle.
I licked my lips, suddenly nervous.
“Stand in the middle of the room, Charlotte.”
I did as I was told.
He walked around me, taking me in, looking at my body critically. He pushed my dress up with the paddle, ran his hand over my ass. I was wearing a black thong. “First rule,” Noah said. “You will always wear thongs. Matching bras. You will always be ready to strip down and let me see that beautiful body whenever I wish. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I said.
He held my dress up with one hand and slapped me on the ass with the paddle. “Take your dress off, Charlotte.”
I did as I was told, pulling it off and dropping it onto the floor.
The cold air hit my nipples, instantly hardening them.
Noah reached out and pulled the cups of my bra down roughly, exposing my breasts. He reached out and grabbed my nipple, twisting it until I cried out. I was so turned on I could hardly take it. It was exciting, standing here, having him look at me, being on display for him, having him use my body for whatever he wanted.
“Get on your knees, Charlotte,” he commanded.
I dropped.
He walked to the other side of the room and stared down at me, his eyes a fiery inferno. “Crawl to me,” he demanded.
I did as he said, moving across the floor on my hands and knees, my ass up in the air, my breasts out, my eyes on his.
When got to him, he reached down and gathered my hair in his hands, bent down and kissed me hard on the mouth.
“Tonight,” he rasped. “Tonight, Charlotte, you are mine.” He took a pair of handcuffs off the rack on the wall and handcuffed my hands behind my back.
My breath was coming in short bursts, my heart pounding. He unbuttoned his pants, pulling out his cock. A moan escaped my lips, and my nipples tightened even more.
He grabbed me by the hair and pushed his dick against my lips. I opened to accept it, but he pulled back.
“Not until I say,” he said.
He rubbed the head all over my lips, and I could feel them getting wet with his precum. The teasing was driving me crazy. I wanted to suck him, wanted to feel him fill my mouth and cum down my throat.
“Beg me,” he commanded.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?’ he prompted. His hand was moving up and down his shaft, his dick right in front of my face.
“Please let me suck your cock.”
“Open your mouth.”
I opened my mouth, and he grabbed my hair and yanked my head back, then slapped his dick on my cheek.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I stuck my tongue out, and he slapped his dick on it. He tasted salty and sexy, and I wanted more. I tried to move toward him, but he yanked my head back again and took his dick away.
“No,” he growled.
“I’m sorry,” I pleaded. “Please, let me suck it.”
“Suck what, Charlotte?”
“Your cock,” I moaned. “Please let me suck your cock.”
He slapped it against my face again, then ran it over my tongue. He pushed my head down on his dick for a few beats, and I sucked him, loving the way he felt in my mouth. But after a moment, he took it away.
He reached down and undid my handcuffs.
“Crawl to the table, Charlotte,” he said.
I crawled to the table that was in the middle of the room. It looked almost like a doctor’s table, covered in a soft black material.
He picked me up and laid me down.
He leaned down and kissed my stomach, sliding his tongue down over my belly button until he got to the top of my panties. “Lift your legs.”
I lifted my legs and Noah reached down and pulled my panties off, the silky fabric brushing against my skin as he slid them slowly down my legs, teasing me. He grabbed my knees and pushed them back so he could get a good view of my pussy.
“Mmm,” he moaned and moved toward me, taking his dick in his hand and rubbing it all over my slit. “You have the sweetest little pussy.”
“Fuck me,” I begged. “Please, Noah, I need to be fucked.”
“Not yet, baby,” he said. “First you’re gonna play with that pussy for me.”
He took my hand and guided it between my legs. “There you go, baby,” he said. “Show me how you play with yourself.”
My fingers moved up and down over my clit rubbing myself as he stroked his cock, moving it closer and closer to my hole. My hand reached out and tried to move him inside of me, but he grabbed my hand and pushed it up over my head.
“So it’s going to be like that, huh?” he growled. He grabbed the wrist cuffs that were hanging down from the end of the table and tied me down.
Then he moved so he was standing at the front of the table. I gazed up at him, admiring his beauty once again. He was muscular and cut and built everywhere – broad shoulders, perfect washboard abs, pecs seemingly carved out of stone.
He stood behind me and stuck his dick in front of my mouth. “Open,” he instructed.
I did, and this time, he let me suck him.
He filled my mouth, his dick hard and smooth against my tongue. He reached down and grabbed one of my breasts, his hips thrusting into my mouth, faster and faster, his cock ramming the back of my throat.
His hand moved from my breasts, grazing my stomach, my hips, stroking my thighs until finally landing on my pussy. He slid a finger inside of me, then began fucking me with his finger, faster and faster, matching it to the rhythm of his hip thrusts.
I sucked his dick while he finger fucked me, liking the feeling of being filled in two holes at once.
Finally, he pulled out and moved to the edge of the table, picking up my legs and pushing them back until he was positioned right over my pussy. He ran a finger over my face, sliding his finger into my mouth so I could taste myself.
I felt like I was going to explode.
He pushed my legs back and took me.
He thrust into me, his need taking over as he fucked me, harder and harder.
I couldn’t take it any longer, and I came, crying out against his shoulder, his hands hooked around my shoulders, holding me tight as he moved inside of me.
A second later, his orgasm overtook him, and I felt him fill my center.
He pulled out and kissed me on the lips.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, stroking my hair.
He held me like that for a long moment, the two of us just gazing at each other, his lips meeting mine every so often.
And I realized that he’d been right.
I felt closer to him now than I ever had.
It didn’t last.
Once we were outside and in the back of Noah’s limo, I instantly became s
elf-conscious. The sex had been amazing, a complete turn-on as he’d tied me down to a table, made me crawl to him, grabbed my hair and practically choked me with his cock.
But we’d been at a BDSM club. The women there were elegant and gorgeous, the men obviously used to being with women of that caliber. But besides the obviously physical discrepancies between me and those other women, was the fact that I worried we hadn’t pushed it far enough for him.
Obviously these were the kind of things that turned Noah on, the kind of things he expected from someone he was going to be with. And I was beginning to realize it turned me on, too. I loved being submissive, loved not knowing how far things were going to go, how far he was going to push me, what he was going to do to me. I was completely at his mercy, and it made me breathless.
But then I thought about that girl in the club, the one in the open room. She was wearing a leather body suit and walking toward that man with the whip. And then there was the rack of instruments that were hanging on the wall in the room Noah and I had been in.
We hadn’t even used many of them. Was I enough for him? Was he holding back because of me? And if he was, how far would I ever be comfortable taking things between us? How far did he expect us to go? I liked what we were doing, but I wasn’t sure how I would feel if he tried to take it any further.
“You’re quiet, Charlotte,” Noah said as his limo made his way toward my house. “Did you have a nice time tonight?”
“Yes.” I didn’t like that he was using the word ‘nice’. You weren’t supposed to be having a nice time at a BDSM club. You were supposed to have a mind-blowing time, or an insane time, or even just an amazing time.
“Then why do you seem upset?”
“I’m not upset.” I twisted my hands on my lap and he reached over and took them in his.
His hands were big and warm, soft and comforting. “Charlotte,” he said. “Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I just… “ I swallowed. “I had an amazing time, what we did was… I loved it. But I can’t help but feel like maybe it wasn’t what you were hoping for.”
“What I was hoping for?” He frowned, his forehead crinkling in confusion.