by BJ Wane
Kelsey didn’t know if he wanted details or was just curious and grew nervous under his stare. “I do, Sir, but not much. There’s a lot that’s still new.” She found it much easier to lie when there was a thread of truth to what she said.
He nodded, as if her answer satisfied an uncertainty he had about her. “In that case we can cut you a little slack.” A call from the end of the bar put him back to work and Tamara and Sydney took advantage of his distraction to resituate at a nearby table.
“You’re the first guest Masters Greg and Devin have brought to the club. You have to give us the juicy details on what’s going on between you three,” Sydney insisted as soon as they sat down.
Kelsey became too distracted watching the man at the next table reach inside the corset of the woman perched on his lap and scoop out her breast without pausing in his conversation with the other couple to heed Sydney’s comment right away. The arousing scene drew an acute awareness of the constant tingles racing over her bare labia with every move she made. On one hand, it was nice to know her responses to kink were the same as the first glimpse she’d gotten inside a club, but on the other, they made for a long, frustrating evening if she abided by Greg and Devin’s rules.
Tamara’s giggle pulled her eyes off the man’s hand and the woman’s flushed face from the tight grip of his fingers squeezing her nipple. “What? Oh, sorry. Um, no, there’s nothing going on between us.” Kelsey scowled as she spoke as openly as Sydney. “Not for my lack of trying though.” Since it didn’t sound as if the guys had revealed the reason for her stay with them, she kept that little tidbit to herself. “It seems they don’t cross that line with their guests. Bummer, huh?”
“Oh, that really sucks.” Sydney sighed. “My Caden was just as rigid when I came to work for him. I sympathize with your frustration.”
“Me, too,” Tamara added, taking a sip of her beer. “Connor’s stubbornness over not risking our friendship with sex drove me bonkers.”
“But it worked out, for both of you?” They looked happy, and Master Caden’s blue eyes had held an enviable gleam of love and lust as he’d gazed at his wife.
Tamara’s mouth twisted into a wry grimace. “Eventually. Have you met anyone else yet?”
Shaking her head, she took a sip of the sweet rum and coke before saying, “No. Master Greg pointed out the couple in the shower before nudging me toward the bar, but I’m terrible with names, so don’t expect me to remember anyone for one night.”
Sydney’s face fell. “Will you only be at the ranch for a week then?”
“No, closer to a month, but I had enough of a time finagling an invitation tonight, so I don’t know if I’ll be back.” And just in case that happened, she intended to go through with the plan that had been flitting through her head all day. Despite the guys’ friggin’ rules, if someone showed an interest in her tonight, she would use this chance to explore her newfound interest and end the needy ache that had taken up permanent residence in her body lately.
“Since you’ve been left to your own devices and I’m on my own for about another hour, why don’t I give you a tour, or did Master Greg already show you enough?” Tamara asked.
“No, I’d love to look around.” Her palms grew damp with nervousness and excitement. “Thanks.”
“In that case, let’s go upstairs. That’s where most of the bondage equipment is. Or, if you’d rather, we can step out back and enjoy the hot tub.”
“I’d love that, but I didn’t bring a swimsuit.” Once again, Kelsey could have kicked herself as soon as she spoke, the amused expressions on the two women’s faces adding to her annoyance with herself for making such a stupid statement.
“You really are new at this, aren’t you?” Sydney teased. “Relax. Yes, we usually get in the hot tub naked, but that doesn’t mean everyone here is comfortable stripping bare. There are a few who prefer the secluded corners for a scene or leaving something on while playing. Caden is signaling me, so I gotta go. Nice meeting you, Kelsey. I hope you come back.”
“Thanks, Sydney.”
“You haven’t seen the loft yet, right?” Tamara slid off the stool.
Kelsey shook her head and cast a look up to the second floor. “No, Greg, Master Greg just mentioned it.”
“Come on. The wooden A frame is new and the Wheel of Misfortune is unique. When you return to your club, you can tell them about it.”
With a wince at Tamara’s false assumption due to her lie, Kelsey rose, curious about both apparatus. But as they reached the stairs next to the dance floor, she paused as she realized one or both of the guys might already be involved with someone. Did she really want to see either man she’d been fantasizing about with his hands all over someone else? She didn’t welcome the prick of jealousy responsible for the tight clutch of her abdomen, but also didn’t want the image of either Greg or Devin with one of these experienced, eager submissives popping into her head over the next few weeks.
Before she could say anything, Tamara turned on the first step, a smile spreading across her face as she looked over Kelsey’s head. Glancing around, she saw two tall men coming toward them, the one with blue eyes just like Sydney’s husband holding out his hand toward Tamara.
“You made it back early.” Tamara melted against the cowboy’s lean body as he hauled her against him and swooped down to take her mouth in a kiss that had Kelsey shuffling her feet in response.
The dark haired man with him cocked his head and winked one, just as dark eye at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Master Kurt, the new Dom.”
What the heck was it about the men in this state? She’d yet to meet one who didn’t tower over her and couldn’t melt the panties off a nun with one piercing look. Kelsey took his hand with a wry grin, happy with the diversion from pining for attention from either of her hosts. “I’m Kelsey, and I’m also new.”
“New to The Barn or new to the lifestyle?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
“Both.” She breathed a sigh of relief she could answer one question honestly.
“Oh!” Tamara gasped. “Sorry, Kelsey, this is my husband, Master Connor.” She turned toward Kurt, adding, “Nice to see you again, Sir.”
“Kelsey, welcome to The Barn.” Tamara’s sexy husband reached out and squeezed her shoulder with a warm look. Why couldn’t Greg or Devin be as pleased to have her here?
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet everyone.”
“I’m up at the bar,” Connor said. “Tam can keep you company until I’m done, if you wish.”
“No need,” Kurt interjected. “I’m free and wouldn’t mind continuing Kelsey’s education, if you’re interested?”
Kelsey took one second to consider the number one rule the guys left her with – she was here to observe, not play – and another second to realize this might be the perfect opportunity to banish the constant fantasies and cravings for Greg and Devin from her head. “I am, very much so, Sir.” Maybe that title didn’t roll off her tongue as easily or feel as right as when she applied it to Greg earlier, but she refused to let that minor detail detour her from accepting his offer. “Thank you.” Taking Master Kurt’s hand again, she turned to Tamara. “Thanks. I hope we can visit again later.”
“Me too.” She finger waved as Master Connor tugged her after him.
Master Kurt didn’t waste any time taking charge, for which Kelsey was grateful as he led her onto the dance floor. “Do you have your own safeword or would you prefer using the club standard?” he asked, pulling her against him as the music changed to a slower tune.
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about but since she wasn’t playing this safe by accepting his invitation, she decided she didn’t need to risk asking. “The standard is easy to remember,” she answered, liking the ripple of his muscles against her as they swayed. She’d never been much of a dancer, but he made it easy by leading and moving her body with seamless effort the way he wanted her to go. There was definitely something to be said for turning over control for a shor
t time.
“You are a little thing, aren’t you?” Master Kurt slid a hand between them and cupped her breast, warming her with his touch and next words. “But I’ve found good things can come in small packages. Nice.” His thumb brushed her nipple and she leaned into his touch even though she couldn’t keep from casting a self-conscious look around.
“I honestly don’t know what to say to that. No one’s said such a thing to me.” And how pathetic was that admission? Her previous lovers had a lot more to answer for than not sticking around, she decided.
“Then you’ve been with the wrong men.” He shifted the arm wrapped around her back downward, using his hand against her butt to urge her against the slow swaying of his pelvis against hers. “You look willing but uncomfortable. Am I right?”
Kelsey blew out a small breath. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Would you rather we take this to the secluded nook for more privacy?”
Before she could think it through, or worry about the ramifications, she nodded and let Master Kurt escort her toward the front of the room with her heart beating in a rapid, staccato rhythm. The girls and slutty bitch were dancing for joy, but a part of her, a big part, couldn’t help wishing it was Greg, or even cranky Devin leading her into a small alcove against the wall. Enclosed on two of the sides by a short, half wall topped with bright green plants, the cozy space sporting one small sofa offered the most seclusion in this place.
“Better?” he asked, taking a seat and tugging her onto his lap.
“Yes, thank you. I’m still…” Pausing, she considered how to phrase her explanation then said, “Wrapping my head around a few things.”
“Understood, so use the safeword if you become too uncomfortable, but try to push yourself. It’s the only way to find out what works for you. Now, put your hands behind your back, lace your fingers together and keep them there.”
He slid his arm down to her hips to leave room for her clasped hands. This left her leaning against the high arm of the sofa with her legs draped sideways over his thighs. Tightening the hand cupping her hip, he distracted her from the awkwardness of the position by popping open the top button of her blouse.
“You have an attractive, tight little body I wish to see more of,” Master Kurt stated, his black eyes boring into her as he flicked open several more buttons.
A small shudder went through her and Kelsey gripped her hands tighter behind her back as he spread her top open, baring both breasts to his eyes and the cooler air. She liked having his eyes on her, and the simmering arousal as he circled one turgid tip with his finger, his gaze shifting from her flushed face to her breasts and then back up. One thing dominant men seemed to have in common was a focused, intent way of watching their partner, a trait that made her wonder what her expression might be revealing. Right now, she hoped he couldn’t read her thoughts, which kept straying to two other men, or see how much she wished it was either Greg or even Devin holding her, touching her.
“Very pretty.” He plumped her small mound and then plucked at her nipple, tightening his fingers by slow degrees. “Tell me, do you like a touch of pain as well as bondage?”
“What makes you think I like bondage?” she asked, avoiding the question as his grip drew tiny pinpricks around her nipple.
“You’re leaving your hands behind you, not even thinking about releasing them. Answer my question. Are you accepting of light pain?” He emphasized that order with a tighter pinch to her tender bud, the discomfort prompting her to press her thighs closer together to stop the answering quiver of her pussy muscles.
Her response reminded Kelsey of the arousing flush she’d experienced from Greg’s light smacks on her butt. The squeezes Master Kurt kept up on her nipple elicited close to the same heated reaction but something was missing this time, something she couldn’t, or didn’t want to put a finger on. It was upsetting on several levels to discover her initial enthusiasm for accepting his offer was ebbing instead of escalating.
“I don’t know, Sir,” she replied, tacking on the title when he tightened the hand on her hip in warning.
“You’re about to find out,” a deep, gravelly voice growled from the alcove’s opening.
Kelsey jerked, her startled gaze flying towards Devin’s dark, disapproving face as he stood there glowering with booted feet apart and muscled arms crossed. “Uh, oh,” she muttered, thinking maybe it had been ill-advised to break his and Greg’s number one rule in agreeing to let her come tonight.
Master Kurt squeezed her breast and hip tighter and looked at Devin. “Problem?” he drawled with a lift of one brow.
“Tell Master Kurt, Kelsey,” Devin commanded.
Kelsey’s annoyance with him and their rules rose to the surface, propelling her off Kurt’s lap as she yanked her blouse closed. “That was an unfair rule, and you know it, Devin.” The stormy look swirling in his dark blue eyes proved she was playing with fire, but some untapped perverse part of her flat-out didn’t care.
Kurt came to his feet, his glower matching Devin’s and causing her to take a hasty step back. “I’ll leave it to you to take her to task for whatever infraction she has incurred, Master Devin. I apologize if I crossed a line here.”
“You didn’t, Kurt, but Kelsey was allowed to attend tonight as our guest to socialize, and that’s all, a small fact I’m sure she neglected to mention.”
He sent her a cold glare and then nodded at Devin, walking out without another look at her, leaving her with a man who didn’t want her to come tonight in the first place, let alone be a guest at his ranch for a few weeks. Why couldn’t it have been Greg who had discovered her with Master Kurt?
Chapter 7
Devin kept Kelsey pinned in place with his glare as he struggled to get himself under control. He didn’t know what pissed him off most, her blatant, unrepentant disregard for his and Greg’s orders or the obvious reluctance on her face as she sat on Kurt’s lap and let him touch her. He’d caught a glimpse of something in her eyes he’d only seen on the faces of newbies, a hint of unease from girls who were exploring the lifestyle for the first time and were unsure about what they were doing and feeling.
Which meant she had lied about her experience. Damn it, I knew she was trouble. The problem was, that small package of trouble had caused a clutch in his abdomen the moment he’d seen someone else’s hands on her, something he’d never felt with another woman. He swore Greg would pay for this, one way or another. In the meantime, as opposed as he was to getting involved with her in any way, he’d never shirked his duties as a Dom and wouldn’t start now. Taking slow steps toward her, his lips curled in a taunting grin as the defiance sparking in those bright blue eyes switched to wariness.
“I believe Master Greg mentioned consequences for bad behavior,” he reminded her as he reached for the hand not clutching her blouse. The look he’d gotten of her small, soft breasts tipped with pale pink nipples had been enough to stir his cock into an uncomfortable, semi-erection pressing against his zipper, enough to irritate him with how badly he wanted to shove Kurt’s hand aside and replace it with his own – something else she needed to answer for.
“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me,” she stated, the slight tremor in her voice telling him she wasn’t as sure of herself as she was trying to portray.
“I don’t, but all Masters here at The Barn have a duty to enforce the rules, and that includes the orders we gave you earlier.” Keeping a firm grip on her hand, he took a seat on the sofa and tugged her to stand between his spread thighs. “Did it not once occur to you there might be reasons, damn good ones, for Master Greg and me telling you not to get involved with anyone tonight?” He continued to emphasize their titles so she knew she wasn’t dealing with her hosts here at the club.
Whatever intimidation he’d inspired in her a moment ago disappeared as she narrowed her eyes and tightened her hand on her blouse. “Did it not occur to either of you I’m a grown woman who is capable of making
my own decisions?”
“I don’t appreciate your smart-aleck reply any more than my suspicions you lied about your experience in submitting and with the BDSM lifestyle. Even someone who has spent minimal time at a club and is still learning the rules, knows not to talk back, and definitely wouldn’t dare disobey a direct order, as you have. You’ve been here an hour and have one – lied, and two – disobeyed our instructions.” Kelsey’s face flushed as he ticked off her transgressions, but she didn’t try to pull away from him. If he wasn’t mistaken, the gleam in her eyes and the press of her turgid nipples against her top suggested she wasn’t afraid of what he would do. A part of Devin admired her gumption and another part craved to see just how far her bravado would extend.
“Did you even bother to negotiate a safeword with Master Kurt?”
The look of guilt crossing her face stirred his anger anew, especially when she tried hiding it with an evasive answer. “I agreed to the standard word.”
“And that would be?” When she bit her lip and shuffled her bare feet, the force of his ire made him take a deep breath before giving her the answer. “Red, damn it. Yet another infraction you’re going to answer for.”
With a hard yank and no warning, Devin pulled her over his left thigh, lifting his right leg to pin her flailing legs down. Kelsey’s surprise cost her the hold on her blouse, the sides flying open again as she went down. Shackling her wrists together in his left hand, he held her arms pinned against her lower back as he flipped her skirt up and smacked her panty-covered, wriggling ass.
He didn’t tell her green meant continue and yellow pause as he didn’t consider those choices an option with this woman. It would either be continue as he saw fit or stop altogether. “Let’s discuss why you were given orders to keep to socializing tonight.” He cracked his palm against her soft buttocks again, enjoying their jiggle. And her gasp. “Since we know little to nothing about you or your experience, it would have been irresponsible to turn you loose and allow you to fend for yourself.” Smack! “What if you had lied to one of the stricter Doms and he pushed you too far? Would you have been able to stop him before he traumatized you? I think not.” Smack!