Touch: The Complete Series

by Cara Dee

  Again, she tests her leg restraints, but it's futile. She's not going anywhere. In this position, her knees nearly touch her shoulders; she's deliciously spread open.

  "What color are we, pets?" I ask.

  "Green, Sir!" Evangeline mewls.

  Brayden bobs his head, breathing heavily. "Green, Sir."

  "Do you want to get fucked, kitten?" I whisper in her ear, though I keep my eyes locked on Brayden.

  While she whimpers and nods furiously, her boyfriend visibly shudders. His cock throbs. With Brayden kneeling and Evangeline restrained by me between my legs, they're at the perfect level for each other. She will have to take whatever I tell Brayden to give her.

  "There are condoms here." I jerk my chin to the bowl on the floor. Even if they're protected and clean, we always use condoms in the club.

  Undeterred, Brayden swipes a foil packet, tears it open, and rolls the rubber down his length. He doesn’t waste time as soon as I've given him permission. Closing the distance, he places his hands on Evangeline's waist and guides his cock inside her.

  "Fuck," he grits out, setting a fast pace. Uninhibited and needy, he uses his girl's body for his pleasure. "So good, Lina." His mumbled nickname for Evangeline fits her. It's the first time I've heard it, but I can see it. She's definitely his Lina.

  My kitten—for now.

  Chin tucked to her chest, she cries out as Brayden hammers into her. Each and every thrust is like torture on my cock, seeing as I can fucking feel them.

  "Rub her clit," I tell Brayden. He obeys and circles the pad of his thumb around and over Evangeline's swollen clit. She's wet beyond words, and it won't be long before both climax. "Pinch it."

  "Please!" Evangeline starts to spasm, her body tensing in my hold. Through moans and wails, she begs to come. "Oh, God—please, Sir! I need to come so bad!" She thrashes—well, tries—and locks her right arm around my neck. "I need…" With a tilt of her head, she reaches up and kisses my throat.

  My chest rumbles with a low groan; without thinking, I lean down and crash my mouth to hers. It's pure fucking need that surges through me, and I think it's the first time in years—if not ever—that I'm actually not a hundred percent in control of myself. I kiss her fiercely, pushing my tongue into her mouth, eager to taste her. Mint. Cherry. Soft lips moving with mine. I moan when she tangles her fingers in my hair.

  Meanwhile, Brayden speeds up and cries out.

  "Come," I rasp into the kiss. "Both of you. Come now."

  Evangeline gasps and throws her head back to my shoulder, immediately sobbing out hoarse screams as she comes. My jaw ticks with tension; her body is just too fucking delectable to watch. At the same time, I can't look away. Her entire being convulses and trembles. When I look down to where she's joined with Brayden, I see how she's drenching him in arousal. Jesus fucking Christ. And Brayden's next. With clenched teeth and eyes squeezed shut, he delivers a few more jerky thrusts before he stills.

  A few moments pass in silence, the outside world slowly making itself known again. The heavy beat of some metal band, more screams, a lot of begging, Mistress Judy's taunting chuckle, a sub pleading for a Master's whip, and low murmurs of spectators watching various scenes.

  "You all right?" I caress Evangeline's cheek, and she nods sleepily in response. Glancing at Brayden, I ask the same question, and he breathes out a yes. "Good." Not that we're done here. "You can both get dressed, and then we'll get a drink together."

  Chapter 3

  Brayden stands first, and then I help Evangeline up. Studying her, it's easy to tell she's a bit detached from time and space, so I help her with her clothes, too. Like many other subs, she isn't wearing much. A purple latex skirt that ends right below her ass, a matching tube top that only covers her breasts, and black gladiator sandals.

  Before I pull open the curtain, I put on my T-shirt again. "Here we go." I pick up Evangeline in my arms. I carry her much like I would a child, securing her on my hip; that way, I have one hand free.

  "Are you okay, Lina?" Brayden asks softly as I usher them to the bar in the middle of the Cave. Max is there, working his ass off, but he gives me his attention quickly when he notices I'm here with subs. "Is she okay, Sir?"

  "Oh yeah, she's fine." I smile and brush away some hair from Evangeline's face. "It's just endorphins."

  Evangeline hums in contentment and buries her face in the crook of my neck. She's fucking adorable. "I'm more than okay, mon ange." She yawns. With a little squirming, she tightens her legs around my hips. "Mmm…"

  "Aftercare kit?" Max asks.

  I nod. "Couple blankets, too. And sodas." I raise a brow at Brayden, and he tells me Coke for both him and Evangeline. "Add two waters, as well. Thanks, man."

  Max acknowledges the request. "One or two kits?"

  "One's fine," I answer. "Can you tell one of the waitresses to have Stall Nine cleaned?"

  "Will do, buddy."

  Within a few seconds, he hands over two sodas, two bottles of water, and one aftercare kit on a tray. I grab the blankets, and Brayden offers to carry the tray. Then we set off toward the original club space where I know I can find some privacy in Nick's reserved booth.

  We cross the big dance floor, which is now filled with foam blocks, and reach the wall that was once the only scening area at Switch. The platform is still there, taking up a generous amount of the floor for public demos, but the spot in the corner between said platform and the main bar has been roped off for Nick and his closest friends.

  It's a large corner booth, seating six or seven people, with soft leather seats and a black table in the middle. Not only that, but it's the BDSM version of a fucking cabana. Since the ceiling is so high in the Club, he specially ordered the booth to have three posts draping fabric over it to make it more intimate. If someone wants seclusion, there's also the option to close the curtain of thick velvet that goes around the booth.

  Nicholas always goes all out, and I have a feeling Kayla had something to do with this, because it's one of her favorite spots in the club.

  I'm not surprised when I see that she and Nick are there now. He's seated with an arm casually draped at the back of the booth, and his Little is lying down with her head resting on Nick's thigh.

  "Got room for three more?" I ask over the music. There's no hiding my smirk when I realize why Kayla has her head in Nick's lap. Neither is naked, but his slacks are unzipped and his leather belt is on the table.

  He inclines his head. "Of course. Shut the drapes too, will you?"

  "Sure thing." After telling Brayden to enter first, I fasten the rope again and follow inside, letting the heavy fabrics close us off from the world once more. The music is still loud, but the small confinement offers the privacy I was after. Sliding into the corner of the booth, I position Evangeline sideways on my lap. Brayden scoots in next and picks up his girlfriend's legs to rest them on his own lap. Then he makes a move to use both blankets on her, but I stop him.

  "One's for you, sweet boy." The last thing I want is for him to think the aftercare is all about Evangeline.

  He looks both curious and wary, and that’s why I'm here. To offer comfort, to answer any questions he may have, and to make sure he's fine emotionally before he leaves.

  "What happens now?" he whispers, very aware of Nick and Kayla a few feet away.

  "Now we take it easy for a bit." I motion for him to start with his water; meanwhile, I bring a glass of Coke and ice to Evangeline's mouth. "Take a sip, kitten."

  In the aftercare kit, there's also an energy bar and some chocolate, mainly preserved for heavier scenes. Evangeline hums and takes small sips through the straw, licking her lips every now and then.

  I find it difficult to believe our playtime on its own caused her near-subspace like behavior. What's more likely is that she's craved dominance for so long, and now she finally got to experience it. It can be overwhelming.

  "Good girl." Wanting to slowly but surely bring her back to the present, I tell her to hold her glass hers
elf. "Are you cold?" I pull the blanket over her shoulders.

  "S'all good." She peeks at me with a sleepy little smile.

  I chuckle and place my arm behind Brayden on the back of the booth, making sure his blanket's drawn up, too. And since I'm seated in the corner, I have a clear view of Nick's side.

  I smirk again. A shake of my head in amusement comes next. Someone's being punished by using Nicholas's cock as a pacifier. At first glance, she looks content to lie there and suckle his soft cock, but a second look shows the shame in her eyes.

  "What did she do this time?" I ask. While Kayla's one of the sweetest girls I've ever met, she has the tendency to mouth off if she sees extreme pain. One time she told a Sadist who was tending to his sub after a harsh caning that he was a "bad, bad man." It didn’t seem to matter to her that the sub was a masochist and totally blissed out.

  Safe to say, Nick was livid at Kayla.

  Nicholas smiles wryly and reaches for his tonic water on the table. "She asked if Dante—during a scene, mind you—would like a beating himself."

  Oh, shit. I wince. Interrupting scenes is a big offense.

  "Yeah, he didn’t appreciate it." Nick strokes Kayla's hair, the two exchanging a look. "So, I decided to put your mouth to better use, didn’t I, baby girl?" She nods sullenly and keeps suckling. When he slides a hand down to cup Kayla's ass under her dress, she flinches and her eyes well up. I assume Nick's put his leather belt to use, too.

  "Is that really a punishment, Sir?" Brayden whispers and leans into me.

  I grin and nod for Nicholas to answer that one.

  "It is if I don’t allow her to swallow," he says, amusement in his eyes.

  Brayden's wide eyes meet mine, and I let out a laugh at his expression before elaborating.

  "Kayla's bratty mouth is full of more than cock."

  If possible, his eyes grow even wider. "So, he has…?"

  "Come?" I raise a brow. "Oh, definitely." And I'm sure Nick will come again before he lets Kayla off the hook. Before then, she will simply keep what he's given her in her mouth.

  "Oh." Brayden shudders and scoots even closer to me.

  I withhold my smile and refocus on my subs. Evangeline's returning to us in her own time, and she's still taking small sips of her Coke. With her free hand, she idly plays with the hem of Brayden's T-shirt. "You should drink some of your soda, too," I murmur to him. He nods dutifully and grabs his glass. "Do you have any questions about the scene? Or maybe tonight in general?"

  "I don’t know." He gulps down some Coke and licks his lips. "I'm kind of blank." Yet, his expression shows curiosity; he takes in his surroundings with wonder in his eyes. "I feel like I have a million questions, but I can't think of any right now."

  "That’s okay," I answer. "What do you think about the club? Do you reckon you and Evangeline will return?"

  I know they will, but I want him talking for a while so I can gauge his headspace. Some subs feel emotional and vulnerable to the point where they need a lot of reassurance after a scene—it can happen right after the scene or hours after; sometimes days later. They begin to question themselves, and if left alone, there's a possibility that they start looking down on themselves. After all, no one "normal" can really enjoy being tied up and beaten, right? The shit we grow up hearing, about what's appropriate and not, tends to leave some sort of mark.

  "I like Switch." Brayden nods. "I want to come back. But I think we need to learn more…" He trails off, brows knitting together. "I suppose we'll look online."

  I purse my lips.

  "If only you had someone experienced to ask, huh?" My mouth quirks up.

  He's confused for a second before realization hits. "Oh! I—I didn’t think of that." His cheeks heat up; it's a sight I find too fucking appealing. "Can you help us? Sir." He swallows, nervousness flashing across his features.

  "I can. And never hesitate to ask." I wait for his nod before I go on. "First of all, I recommend you speak to Kayla when she's done being a brat." I send Nicholas a grin that he returns. "Next week, she's going to start organizing munches—you know what those are?"

  "Yes, Sir. A social gathering for people in the lifestyle that’s held in a vanilla setting." That sounded like a recitation of something he's read online.

  But it's correct. "Exactly. If you don’t get the chance to speak with Kayla tonight, you can find her on the club's website." Which reminds me… "There's also a forum and a chat room on the site. Could be a good way to meet people who come here on a regular basis." Since this is their first time at Switch, I'm willing to bet they've only paid a single entrance fee instead of buying a membership. Once they get more involved, though, I'll make sure to recommend at least the month pass.

  We fall silent for a while, and I spend some time checking Evangeline's wrists and ankles. Aside from the energy bar and the chocolate, the aftercare kit contains a packet with two aloe wipes, a small jar of soothing lotion, and some other stuff—like the little booklet of aftercare tips and two mild painkillers. But it doesn’t look like she'll need any of it. I suppose I want them to see it, though. For comfort and reassurance, maybe.

  "Um, Sir?"

  "Yes?" I turn to Brayden and move my arm from the back of the booth to his shoulders. He hesitates to speak, so I rub my fingers over his neck, letting him know he has my attention. "Take your time, but remember that no question is stupid."

  He looks down. Under the blankets, Evangeline reaches out to grasp his hand. The evidence of their solid bond comforts me. These two won't face this alone; they'll do it together.

  Eventually, Brayden stops fidgeting and asks his question. "Have you played with male subs before?"

  Oh. Not the question I expected, but all right. "Yeah, sure." I dip my chin. Is this bothering him? Perhaps playing with a man is new to him, but it wouldn’t make him any less straight to do so. "Would you prefer to scene with a Mistress instead?" I do a mental count of the Dommes who are regulars at the club. Judy sometimes invites a man to play with her and her little Elysia. Mistress Meredith loves taking on newbies; she also works here as a DM. But…I'm not sure where that would leave Evangeline.

  "No. No," he says softly, shaking his head while keeping his eyes downcast. "I liked it—I mean, I didn’t mind when you—" He gulps and his cheeks turn a shade darker. I will my cock to stay down. Not that it's easy. With his vulnerability and Evangeline literally sitting on my cock…fuck. "When Lina and I discussed all this and talked about asking someone for help, it was kind of implied that we'd turn to a male Dom." He shrugs with one shoulder.

  "What else have you discussed?" I'm curious. Something about this submissive couple pulls me in. There's a challenge, and I haven't had one in a long time.

  While Brayden's shy and struggling to open up, his girlfriend is subtly tilting her head toward Nicholas and Kayla. She can hear them—hear that Kayla's got her Daddy hard again, that she's sucking him off for all she's worth—and Evangeline wants to see. I feel it in her body, too. The way she shifts, the way her breathing has picked up slightly, and the way she presses her thighs together. Perhaps there's a voyeur in my kitten.

  "Focus right here, subbie," I murmur to her; then I nod for Brayden to answer.

  "We've talked about limits and stuff," he replies and bites his lip. I can tell he's aware of my hand cupping his neck. "We don’t like edgeplay, and—"

  "Subjective definition," I comment with a little smirk.

  There are gray areas within the entire lifestyle. What's considered edgeplay for one couple might be tame for another. Rules and limits apply to the couple who agrees on them, no one else.

  Even more difficult to categorize are specific implements. Little Kayla would scream "Danger, danger!" and run for her life at the sight of a cane. Dante's sub would kneel down and propose.

  "Can you tell me what edgeplay means for you?"

  "Too much pain," Evangeline chimes in, and Brayden agrees. "We don’t like that. We're not masochists."

  "Ah." I nod.
"But edgeplay and masochism are two different things. One describes something you might be, and one is a category of acts involving greater risks." I pause. "For example, have you heard of fire flogging?"

  Brayden gulps; Evangeline shudders.

  "Fire?" she squeaks out.

  I smile and give her hair a tug, forcing her to face me. "Yes. Fire." The thought of using a fire flogger on these two makes my cock harden again. "Imagine me flogging you." Turning to Brayden, I tighten my hold on his neck and bring him a few inches closer. "Or you." His pupils dilate. "Imagine being surrounded by darkness. Tiny flickers of fire coming down on your skin so fast you hardly register the feeling." Facing Evangeline, I continue. My voice lowers. "Imagine seeing the ends whipping through the air, the fire creating shadows that dance over your naked body." She exhales shakily, eyes widening. "Imagine that as soon as the heat smatters your skin, the slight chill of the air follows right away."

  She shivers, much like she would if I used my flogger with Kevlar lashes on her. Fire play might be edgeplay, but it has nothing to do with pain. Like any act, there can be pain—a lot of it. But I use it to heighten the sub's senses. He or she will be extremely aware of my every move.

  "Have you ever swiped your finger through the flame of a candle?" I ask Brayden. He nods hesitantly and licks his lips. "It didn’t hurt, did it?"

  With fire play, the impact varies depending on the implement you use, but there's no talk of real heat when I play. No one's getting burned. It doesn’t mark the skin.

  "Well, when you put it that way…" Brayden chuckles, though the wariness and unease remain.

  "You have nothing to worry about," I assure him. "It takes trust and a lot of work before I would even think about it. My reason for bringing this up is to make you see. There are acts you know too little about to push away and set as hard limits. The only thing I ask of you is to keep an open mind."

  Outside our bubble of privacy, the music changes into something more ominous, and Cade begins to welcome tonight's participants to the game of Hide & Seek. It's Nicholas's signal to end Kayla's punishment since they're going to play, and it's my cue to get my ass back to work. Well, I should've returned a long time ago, but now I really need to. Max's shift is ending in the Cave, leaving me to take over.