She took a deep breath and exited the car. At the front door she took another calming breath, then pulled it open. A smile lit her face. The place hadn’t changed.
The building that housed Tygers had originally been a warehouse on the outskirts of Albuquerque. When the owner had gone bankrupt, several investors had snatched it up and opened Tygers. The club wasn’t advertised anywhere in town, but those in the know knew it was a BDSM club.
At the second set of doors, a bouncer waited. He turned to her with a frown that quickly changed to a smile.
“Lucy! Damn, girl, welcome back.”
“Thanks, Chess, nice to see you too.”
She laughed when he swallowed her in a hug. No one but the regulars would guess that the hulking Chess was a sub, whose Mistress and Master were part owners of Tygers.
“Where have you been?”
“Oh, you know. Around.” She tried to gently push herself away from him.
“Yeah, well, we’ve missed your smiling face. You meeting someone here?”
“Yes. Lake Ross.”
“Wow, moving up in the world. The doc is in room four, second level. But I didn’t know it was you he was waiting for.”
When she passed in front of him he whispered, “Have fun,” and winked at her.
Inside, the sounds of the club met her ears. The main room was reserved for newbies, those who were curious but nervous about getting started in the BDSM world. An assortment of men and women in various stages of undress roamed the room and sat at the bar, talking to the more experienced members of the club who offered advice and guidance.
Smoke filled the air and Lucy hurried through it to the second door, where another bouncer that she didn’t recognize asked who she was meeting. She gave Lake’s name and he admitted her to the private area.
The main room in this part of the building was for public topping by members, mostly for whippings and floggings. Lucy had never been a fan of either activity, although Brandon had always made her take part. She enjoyed getting a good spanking; she just didn’t want to do it in front of others. The subs in here were required to wear collars, many of them attached to leashes held by their Dom/Dommes.
She stopped at the desk and smiled at the unknown woman sitting behind it.
“I’m going upstairs,” Lucy said. “To room number four.”
“Lucky you,” the woman replied. “The doc said to give you this.”
Lucy took the package and nodded.
“He also said to tell you not to put the collar on; he wanted to do it.”
It felt like a boulder had been dropped on her head. She knew that if she went upstairs it wouldn’t be just to tell Lake she had changed her mind. He was expecting her for a session, and he would talk her into it.
She bit her lip.
“Nervous?” The woman’s voice was soft. “This your first time?”
Lucy shook her head.
“I see. Just your first time with the doc. Well, half the women in this room would give their ovaries to be in your place. The doc is a favorite, but very, very picky. If you want, I’ll go in your place and you can watch the desk.”
The woman did an imitation of a dog begging, and Lucy laughed.
Lucy started toward the stairs, laughing as the woman muttered, “Figures.”
At the doorway to room four she paused again. She knew now that she’d come too far. She might have told herself earlier that she was just coming inside to say she didn’t want to be topped, but she knew differently. There was no way she was turning back. She wanted this. Needed this. She pushed into the outer chamber and knew she was wasting time, and she was already late.
She quickly shed her clothes and put on the long, gossamer black gown that had been in the package. The gown tied up the front, from her breasts to her knees. She pinned her hair on top of her head and picked up the collar.
Her chest rose rapidly as she fought to overcome her panic. When she pushed open the inner door and stepped inside, she stopped for a minute to allow her eyes to adjust to the candlelight. The main lighting in the room was off. Two large candles were in each corner, giving off a soft glow.
She could make out the stone table in the middle of the space. She searched for Lake, jumping when his voice hit her ears from behind her.
“You’re late. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”
“I almost didn’t.”
He stepped in front of her and she gasped. He was wearing tight jeans and a white linen shirt that was unbuttoned, revealing a very muscular chest.
They were so close she could feel the heat off his body.
Their gazes locked and she licked her lips before lowering her eyes submissively.
“Tell me why you were hesitant about coming. I thought we had a connection.”
“We do. But it’s been so long, and I…well, I don’t want to get shafted again.”
She hissed when he gently caressed her cheek.
“How sad would your life be if all you did was stay locked away from everyone? Rebuilding trust has to start somewhere.”
She nodded. When he leaned down and kissed her forehead, she knew there was no way she could leave.
He took a step back and held out his hand.
“The collar?”
Lucy gave it to him.
“You know this is just for now. When I collar you for real, there will be a lock on the clasp. Did Brandon collar you?”
“Not really. There was never a ceremony or anything. He just gave it to me and told me to wear it when he was around. He was more a wannabe, or so Margaret always said. I’d wear a collar here because the rules demanded it, but never at home.”
“I’m for real, Lucy. If you wear my collar, you’ll wear it all the time, whether we’re together or not.”
She nodded.
“Show me that you want what I’m offering. Show me you want to submit to me.”
He put the leather in front of her face.
“Kiss the collar.”
The leather was cold under her lips, and when Lake reached up with a free hand to gently caress her hair and whispered, “Good girl,” she shivered.
He fastened it around her neck and Lucy resisted the urge to pull against it. Twice she started to raise her hands toward it before lowering them back to her sides.
“It’s all right,” Lake said. “Get used to the feel of it. I know it’s been a while. Kneel down and get your emotions under control.”
The stone floor was cold against her knees. She wanted to lay her head against his thigh. From this vantage point she could see his rock-hard cock bulging against his jeans. If he’d been Brandon, she’d already have that cock in her mouth. Brandon had always been about instant gratification.
He stood in front of her, unmoving, his hands clasped in front of his stomach. Finally, he reached out and stroked her hair.
“Feeling better?”
“Yes.”
He crouched down in front of her, lifting her face to his with his forefinger. His eyes widened in question.
“I mean, yes, Master.”
“Very good. Now, go and lie on the table.”
“The robe?”
“Leave it on and fastened.”
At the table, she looked nervously at the restraints on all four corners. She tried to ignore them as she climbed on top and lay down, setting the robe under her so that the material was not pulled against her body. Her pussy was dripping wet. She’d shaved it last night for the first time in months, knowing that Lake would want it that way.
She tried to imagine exactly what he had planned for tonight. Whatever it was, she knew that it would be totally different from anything she’d ever experienced. She flattened her palms against the table at her side, and waited.
* * * * *
Lake shifted his hard cock and muffled a groan. He’d jacked off before coming to Tygers so he wouldn’t be in such a hurry to take Lucy. But that had been three hours ago, and he could tell now it hadn’t work
ed. The minute she’d stepped into the room he’d wanted to fuck her.
He knew he couldn’t, though. She’d think he only wanted her body, and that wasn’t true. She intrigued him, and he wanted all of her.
He walked to the table, stood at the end, and looked at her.
“I’m not going to fasten the restraints, Lucy, unless I have to. You’re on your own here to be a good girl and lie still. Do you understand me?”
Her murmured, “Yes, Master,” made his cock twitch more. He thought about leaving her there while he went to the outer room and took care of things again, but decided against it. The added tension of his hard-on would increase the intensity of what he had planned for her tonight.
He moved to the side of the table and placed his hand about an inch away from her calf. He moved up her leg, not touching her body.
At the juncture of her thighs, he moved his hand over her pussy, not touching, just letting the heat from his palm soak down into her body. Through the thin material, his gaze caught a hint of gold at her pussy and his cock began to pound painfully.
Damn, the little minx has a pierced clitty. He lowered his gaze and saw a hint of gold there too, her inner labia was pierced too, probably on both sides.
He fought the need to touch them.
“You’re wet.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I like that, already wet for me.”
When she moaned softly, he grinned and moved his hand to her stomach. He made quick work of the area, hovering but not touching, moving up to her breasts and putting a palm over each round globe, inches away from her hardened peaks, which were also pierced. He could see the tiny gold rings resting against her skin.
He smiled as he watched her struggle to remain still. He knew she wanted to be touched, to be caressed, but tonight wasn’t about that. Not totally. There would be contact, but not as much as she wanted. Tonight was about calming her fears and building a bond.
He moved his hands back down to her stomach, then over her pussy again. He went lower to her leg, then rounded the table and started back up the other side. This time, when he reached her pussy he stopped.
He made slow work of the ties between her knees and thighs, then the ones up to her stomach, pushing the material away so that her pussy was bared to his view.
“Good little subbie,” he whispered. “All freshly shaved for her Master.”
His fingers lightly traced the gold ring that decorated her bellybutton.
“Did you pierce yourself for Brandon, or for you?”
“For me. I was already pierced when we met.”
“Even your clitty and nips?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. I imagine they vibrate very sweetly when you’re riding your bike.”
“Yes, Master, they do.”
“I like that idea. My new subbie’s a naughty little girl.” He traced his fingers over the material still covering her breasts. He tugged lightly on each nipple ring and enjoyed the moan.
“Does my subbie like to be punished?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good.” He quickly undid the rest of the ties and pushed the robe away from her body. In the candlelight, she looked soft and sweet.
He tugged on each nipple ring, holding them both high until she groaned.
“I’m going to make you mine, Lucy. You’ll belong to me in every sense of the word. Do you understand what I’m saying by that?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Then tell me what it means. Tell me exactly what it means.”
Lucy’s body was heated from where Lake had traced her with his hands. The small places where he had touched her were on fire. Now, he was pulling on her nipple rings, just enough to cause friction that tightened the buds further. The sensations shot straight down to her clit, which throbbed in anticipation.
“Your word is law, Master.”
“Very good. What else?” He pulled more on the rings and she moaned, lifting her back from the stone to ease the tension.
“Lie still.”
The tension grew as she lay back down.
“Master, please.”
“What else? Answer me.” He increased the pull on the rings and her nipples began to throb.
“My body belongs to you.”
“That’s right.” He released the nipples so swiftly, her breasts jiggled.
He moved to the bottom of the table. “Put your ass on the end of the table, right here.”
She moved down and sat where he indicated. Maybe he was going to fuck her now. She knew both of them needed it. She was wet as a river, and she knew his cock was hard, bursting to get out of his jeans.
When she was positioned at the end, she lay back as he’d told her.
“Spread your legs. Show me your pussy.”
There was barely enough room on the table for her to put her feet on the stone and spread her thighs apart. She felt as if she was on display for the whole world to see.
“Spread your lips.”
She slid her fingers along her slit and then opened her pussy. It opened easily, the air cool on her wet heat. Lucy fought to stay in position when he lowered his face to get a better look.
She could feel him between her thighs, his head not touching, just lingering there as he examined her.
When Lake’s breath hit her clit she almost came, her hips lifting off the table. His chuckle unnerved her. She lay there for what seemed like forever with him just examining her pussy.
She hissed when his fingers traced the bar of her hood piercing, trailing down to the slave ring that encircled her clit. Then he tugged gently on each ring that ran through her labia.
“Very pretty, Lucy.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“You may get back in your original position now. And take off the robe.”
She exhaled in obvious disappointment, and he laughed.
“No fucking yet. It’s much too soon for that.”
When she was naked and lying back on the table, she turned her gaze to him. He’d wandered over to the far wall, where all sorts of whips, chains, floggers, and other items hung. Her stomach clenched as she wondered which one he would choose.
Would he be a cruel Master? She hoped not. She wasn’t into to heavy pain. Small punishments were fine, but not whippings. Would he choose something to tease her? Something to tantalize her body?
She heard the clinking of chains and she swallowed a groan. He went toward the door and hit a button. A chain lowered down above the table. Oh, crap. He was going to tie her to the ceiling. The idea scared the wits out of her, but she stayed in place.
He came back to the table and attached a small chain between her nipple rings. He trailed the chain down to her belly button, but didn’t attach it. Instead he moved to her clit. His fingers brushed the excited nub when he attached the chain to her slave ring.
OK, OK. He’s not going to chain you. He just lowered the chain from the ceiling to keep you on guard. Mind games. You can handle this.
She gasped when he attached a second small chain to the first one, then linked that chain to the one from the ceiling. All of her rings lifted up, pulling against their new restraint; Lucy moaned.
“Silence.”
“Master, please.”
He slapped her pussy. “I said, silence.”
She lifted off the table in an effort to ease the pressure on her sensitive nipples and clit.
He moved to the top of the table and put his mouth near her ears. His voice was deep and held just a tinge of irritation.
“Do I need to restrain you?”
“No, Master.”
“Then lie still. One more move and I’ll put the cuffs on. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.” Lucy lay flat against the stone, biting back a moan when Lake went to the wall and moved the chain higher. He crossed back to the table and began to gently caress her stomach.
“Let me tell you the rules, Lucy. You knew the first two. Here are the
rest. You will not orgasm without my permission. You will not play with George without my permission. You will obey me in all physical things. And you will submit to me in every way I see fit. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.” She could hear the trembling in her voice. The pull on her rings was becoming uncomfortable, producing a dull throb that Lucy knew would provide a heady orgasm, if he allowed it.
“Master.” The word sounded like a plea.
“I know, Lucy. In good time I’ll let you come.”
He went to the wall and decreased the pressure on the chain. Lucy sighed, but she didn’t know if it was in relief, or disappointment.
When he was back at the table, he put his hands down near her hips and ran his gaze up and down her body.
“You’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you, Master. Please let me come.”
“No. Not yet.”
He continued to examine her. Finally, he gave an appreciative murmur. “This is just a little ‘get acquainted’ session. I wanted to see your body. Would you like to see mine?”
“Yes, Master.”
His eyebrows lifted in amusement; then he shook his head. “I think not.”
“What?” Lucy sat up, realizing as she did so, she had broken his latest edict. She lay back down and murmured that she was sorry.
“Anticipation is everything. I want to make sure you want my cock fully before I give it to you.”
“I do.” She bit her lip and quickly added, “Master.”
“No, all you want right now is to fuck. And I wasn’t going to fuck you tonight anyway.”
“Why?” She could hear the desperation in her voice and it pained her. “Have I not pleased you?”
“Oh, you’ve pleased me very much. Except for the fact that you rose up.”
He gave her a look, then moved and fastened the cuffs around her wrists.
“Master, please. Don’t.”
He attached the ones around her ankles, then patted her thigh.
“You’ve been a fairly good girl. But you don’t trust people, Lucy, and I want you to trust me before I fuck you.”
He went to the wall and tightened the chain. Lucy fought not to buck against it. She expected him to return, to touch and caress her as the tension on her rings moved through her body. Instead he sat down in a chair against the far wall, so she couldn’t see him. She heard his zipper come down and she closed her eyes, the image of his untouchable cock almost too much to bear. The unmistakable sound of him stroking his dick almost drove her insane. She struggled against her restraints as the sounds of his heavy breathing increased.
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