by Gaines, Liza
Lee gave him their names and, after checking his list, the guard opened the gate, waving them through.
“Well, it looks like Paul was as good as his word.”
As Lee opened her door and helped Savannah out of the car, she tugged anxiously at her skirt. After they’d left the gallery, they stopped by Savannah’s apartment to change. Lee had taken off his suit coat and tie and left them at her apartment. After unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt, he was ready to go. Savannah had changed into a purple and black corset that fastened up the front with eyehooks and a very short, tight black leather skirt she’d found in the back of her closet. She had finished the look with a pair of knee-high black stiletto boots that she had originally bought for a Halloween costume the year before. Minus the boots, this had been one of her bar hopping outfits three or four years ago. But apparently she’d put on a little weight since then because her breasts practically spilled out of the corset and the skirt hugged her curves in a way she didn’t remember from the last time she’d worn it.
Now, as they walked across the parking lot, she fidgeted with the corset, trying to keep everything in its proper place. Lee squeezed her elbow.
“Stop it. You look great.”
Coming around the corner of the building to get their first look at the front entrance, Lee stopped and looked at her with an amused grin. “This is the building from the pictures. Apparently Senator Hartwell is kinky.”
“Evidently, so are you.” Savannah gave him an annoyed look as they started walking again. He still hadn’t told her how he knew about this place.
“And you hadn’t already figured that out on your own?” Lee cocked a brow at her and Savannah just snorted in response.
When they reached the door, Lee held it open and followed her inside. They were in a small reception area that looked like it could have been in any professional office. Well, except for the receptionist herself, who was naked as the day she’d been born.
Lee led her over to the receptionist and gave the woman a rakish smile. “Lee Jackson and Savannah Alderton. There should be guest passes for us.”
The receptionist smiled and checked her list. “Yes, here you are. You may go in now.” Pausing, she shifted her gaze to Savannah, blatantly looking her up and down. She made a purring sound and blew a kiss in Savannah’s direction. “You’re a pretty little kitten. I hope you’re still here when I finish my shift.”
Savannah’s cheeks burned bright red and Lee laughed loudly, which only embarrassed her more. He turned her toward the door across from the reception desk but her feet were planted firmly to the floor. She shook her head and looked up at Lee. “I can’t do it. This is just too embarrassing. I can’t go in there.”
He gave her a reassuring smile but his words were firm. “You will go in. I’ll pick you up and carry you in on my shoulder if I have to, Little Bird.”
When Savannah still didn’t move Lee swung the door open and growled at her, “You have to the count of three to get that sweet little ass through the goddamned door.” He gestured toward the receptionist. “Or, I’m going to give her the show of her life. Now get over here.”
Savannah stared, stunned, but when Lee started to count she finally came to her senses and darted through the door. They were in a long narrow hallway and Savannah was about to turn around to look for Lee when she felt his hands on her waist, pushing her forward against the wall. His voice was at her ear, hoarse and ragged, and she could feel his erection pressing against her bottom. “I know you’re scared and nervous, sweetheart, but you’re just going to have to trust me. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
When Savannah nodded, he released her and she turned to face him, her voice timid and uncertain. “Have you been to a club like this before?”
Lee held her gaze, and circled her wrist with his fingers. Perfectly at ease with the direction this conversation was going, he simply said, “Yes.”
Savannah blushed hotly as she asked, “This club?”
“No.” Lee cleared his throat, leaning close to her ear. “There’s another club like this one in Baltimore. I’m a member there.”
Savannah felt her face pale and she blinked rapidly. So many questions bounced around her head and she asked the first one she could grab hold of, which was incidentally the least interesting of them all. “Why Baltimore?”
Lee shrugged, giving her wrist a tug. “This one always felt a little too close to home and it seems I was right, since Cara apparently frequents this place.”
“If this hadn’t come up tonight were you ever planning to tell me about that?” Savannah tried to look calm as she arched a brow.
“Absolutely. I just thought it would be better to introduce you to the idea slowly. But, lucky you, you’re getting thrown in the deep end. Now enough questions, Little Bird. Go.” Lee patted her ass, encouraging her to walk down the hall ahead of him.
This afternoon, when he’d kissed her in the middle of Constitution Avenue and again later at Joni’s party, he’d been sweet and attentive. He’d spent twenty thousand dollars just because he knew she was embarrassed. If that wasn’t romantic she didn’t know what was. But he did have a tendency to be authoritative and domineering and as she thought back to the times they’d had sex, he’d always been the one in control. Even when she had initiated, he always had the upper hand again by the end. Still, she hadn’t expected to discover he was a member at a BDSM club and she wasn’t exactly sure how she felt about this turn of events.
As the hall widened into the main portion of the warehouse, Savannah stumbled to a stop, completely overwhelmed.
On the far end of the warehouse was a stage. At the moment, two men were on the stage, one tied up in some strange configuration Savannah couldn’t quite figure out, while the other cracked an impressively large bullwhip. To the right of the stage was a staircase and directly to their right were three side rooms. Throughout the main portion of the room, people milled about in various states of undress. Benches and stocks and strange sideways crosses, in addition to various couches and chairs, were scattered around the room.
She’d been so overwhelmed by the sights and the loud music in the room she hadn’t even noticed a woman approach them.
“Hello, Sir. Master sent me over to say hello and show you around. He’s says you’re new.”
Savannah turned to look at the woman. She was tall and blond, with pretty brown eyes that she kept perpetually downcast. She wore nothing but a pink nylon dog collar around her neck and a pair of lacy pink panties. Savannah was nervous enough in her corset and skirt; she couldn’t imagine the self-confidence this girl must have to dress like that around so many people.
She heard Lee over her shoulder. “My name is Lee and this is Savannah. You would be?”
The girl, still staring at the floor, smiled sweetly. “My name is Slut, Sir.”
“What the hell?” Savannah’s eyes were wide. This girl didn’t even have a name, just Slut? This place was freaky.
Lee heard her and whispered against her ear, “She’s a slave. That collar means she has a master.” Lee scanned the bar, his gaze settling on a man watching them intently, before continuing more loudly, “Slut, is that your master over there at the bar?”
Slut nodded. “Yes, Sir. That is Master.” She seemed proud when she added, “He owns this club. He hopes you and the girl enjoy yourselves this evening.”
“Slut,” Savannah stuttered on the girl’s name, “why do you keep calling him Sir?”
Slut looked confused, as if she couldn’t comprehend what Savannah was asking her. Finally she said, “It’s a sign of respect. My master requires that I call all other masters Sir. Since he is your Master, not mine, he is Sir to me.”
Savannah was utterly scandalized, her cheeks burning red again. She started to fear her blush would become permanent if she spent too much time in this place. “You think he’s…you think I’m…”
Lee was laughing behind her as he put his hand over
her mouth to silence her. “You’re going to get schooled tonight, sweetheart.” Then to Slut he added, “How about that tour now.”
“Of course, Sir.” Slut gave them a brief tour, showing them where the restrooms were and explaining that there were private rooms available upstairs and a key could be obtained from the bartender.
While Slut talked, Savannah looked around the room, trying to take it all in. She tried not to stare, but she had never seen people being so open about their sexuality before. All around the room there were people having sex, whipping each other, spanking each other, she even saw a woman pouring hot wax on a man. And while all of this was happening, others just stood around talking, as if oblivious to the things going on around them.
“I think we’re just going to sit down for a minute and let her adjust to the atmosphere a bit.” Lee led Savannah to a nearby couch.
Slut followed behind them, nodding her head. “It’s overwhelming the first time.”
Lee sat down, settling Savannah across his lap, her back resting against the arm of the couch. He held her close to his chest, and Savannah snuggled against him, taking comfort from his protective embrace. Savannah looked up a moment later when she heard a strange man’s voice.
“Good evening. I’m Geoff. I hope Slut has given you an acceptable tour of our fine establishment.” Slut’s master had crossed the room to join them, and as he spoke Slut moved to kneel at his side.
Lee nodded. “She did an excellent job. My name is Lee, by the way. And this is Savannah.”
Geoff gave Slut a hard look and she said, “Sir, Master has instructed me to offer myself to you as a welcome gift this evening.”
Savannah immediately felt a stab of jealousy and confusion. What kind of relationship did these people have that Geoff would tell her to sleep with someone else?
“That’s a very generous offer but unnecessary.” As if to illustrate his point, Lee slipped his hand beneath Savannah’s skirt. Gently nudging her panties to the side he ran his fingers along the outside of her pussy and continued talking with Geoff.
Savannah didn’t know or care what they were talking about. She wasn’t listening. She wasn’t even really paying attention to Lee’s hand beneath her skirt, as unbelievable as that was because usually when he touched her she couldn’t think of anything else. Her senses were overloaded as she sat on Lee’s lap looking around the room, completely shocked but unable to deny her own curiosity. She almost giggled when a woman walked by with a man following close behind on a leash. Across the room she could see a woman, trussed up in a swing that hung from the rafters, while another woman tormented her with a cane. But despite all the strange new things she saw, she couldn’t help but relax, if only a little. If none of these people were freaked out about what they were doing, who was she to judge?
Savannah’s thoughts went back to Lee with a jolt when he sharply tugged on the piercing between her legs. She gasped and whipped her head around to look at him as he hissed at her, “I was talking to you, Little Bird.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.” She gave him a timid smile. The sound of his voice made her shiver. Lee used the same tone he used when they were having sex, the tone he used to tell her how he wanted her to position herself or what he wanted her to do.
“You need to pay attention. Geoff wanted to show you something.”
He nodded in front of them and Savannah turned to follow his gaze. Geoff and Slut had moved about ten feet away, over to one of those funny sideways crosses she had noticed earlier. Once he’d gotten her attention, Lee released her piercing and returned to the slow deliberate stroking of her pussy. He whispered against her ear. “That’s a St. Andrew’s Cross.” When she started to turn toward him again he added, “Don’t look at me, look at them.”
With a sigh, Savannah turned her attention back to Geoff and Slut. Someone brought Geoff a bag, and after a moment of rummaging inside he retrieved a butt plug. As he covered it in lube, he ordered Slut to remove her panties and then to bend over. She immediately obeyed, her legs spread and her hands holding her ankles. Savannah was impressed by the woman’s agility and balance, especially when Geoff placed one hand on the small of her back and started to slowly push the plug inside of her.
Savannah tried to look away, but Lee whispered against her ear again. “Watch them.” He shifted her in his lap, his finger sliding back until it was softly circling her ass. “Has anyone ever touched you here before, sweetheart?”
Savannah shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Her heart hammered in her chest and she couldn’t breathe. It wasn’t like anal play was a mystery to her. She knew about it, she knew some people liked it, but it wasn’t something she’d ever imagined herself participating in. She was more than a little alarmed, but there was no denying that intimate touch sent a shiver down her spine.
“No? I will.” She trembled in his lap and Lee laughed quietly, “Not tonight, Savannah. Don’t worry about that now. But someday.” As he finished speaking, his fingers returned to her pussy, stroking and teasing.
Savannah tried to ignore what Lee was doing, instead focusing on what Geoff was doing to Slut. When the plug was fully seated, Geoff told Slut to stand up, pushing her back against the cross as she straightened. He cuffed her to the cross at her wrists and ankles so she stood spread-eagled.
Geoff took a flogger out of his bag and began to use it on Slut’s breasts and over her hips. Savannah turned away, closing her eyes tightly. She couldn’t imagine how embarrassed Slut must be right now. It had to hurt, and it had to be humiliating to be flogged like that in front of so many people. Oh, God, was she going to hyperventilate?
Lee must have sensed her alarm because his arm tightened around her and he spoke against her ear. “Watch, Savannah. She likes this, just like you liked it last night when I spanked you while we fucked, even if you were too mad at me to admit it.”
Savannah shivered and whimpered as she felt a gush of warmth between her legs. She was so confused and didn’t understand what was happening. This didn’t seem at all like the appropriate reaction to what she was seeing and to the things Lee said.
Lee had felt the rush of wetness, too, as his fingers explored her soft folds and he groaned, pushing one finger into her. Adding a second finger, he thrust slowly in and out of her as his thumb rubbed against her clit. When he added a third finger, she gasped, her hips jerking, grinding against his lap.
He grunted against her ear, “Christ, I want to fuck you right now.”
She turned to look at him again, her eyes half closed with pleasure and her lower lip caught between her teeth. Hell, with all the crazy things everyone else was doing, fucking would hardly be noticed. “Do it.”
Surprise flickered across Lee’s face. He obviously hadn’t expected that. He quickly recovered and shook his head, withdrawing his hand from between her legs and gently pushing her off his lap. “I knew you’d like being watched. But no, there’s something else we have to do first.”
As she stood up, smoothing her skirt with both hands, she looked around the room, wondering if he’d seen Cara. After all, that was why they were really there.
Lee stood up next to her, taking her hand, and started leading her toward Geoff and Slut. When Savannah realized where they were going, she stopped, shaking her head stubbornly. Lee turned back to face her with one brow cocked, gently tugging her hand, but she refused to move.
Lee didn’t hesitate. He came closer, effortlessly picking her up and tossing her over his shoulder, just as he’d threatened earlier in the lobby. Savannah’s face burned with embarrassment. Her skirt rode up and her ass and black thong were exposed for all the world to see. And possibly the most embarrassing thing of all was the way some of the people around them cheered and clapped when he hefted her over his shoulder.
When he stopped, setting her on her feet again, they were standing next to a chair a few feet away from the St. Andrew’s Cross where Slut was still bound. As Lee took off his belt, he m
et Savannah’s eyes and said, “Take off your panties. Give them to me.”
His voice was so firm, so certain. It compelled her to do as he asked. After the way he’d carried her over here, she didn’t know what he would do if she resisted now. Besides, she wasn’t going to pretend she wasn’t curious about what he intended. Trying not to flash the whole room, she took them off and offered them to him.
Lee was stuffing her panties in his pocket when a man in the crowd called out, “Hey, can I have those?”
Laughing, Lee called back to the guy, “Sorry, pal. That cunt is mine, along with anything that touches it.”
The crowd laughed and Savannah gasped with miserable embarrassment.
Turning back to her, he said, “Do you remember what you did yesterday morning, sweetheart? I told you that I would punish you for it, didn’t I?”
Savannah nodded meekly but didn’t say anything. She stared at the floor, hoping with all her might it would open up and swallow her.
“At the time, I didn’t think I would have such a perfect opportunity as this but now that I have it, I can’t pass it up. And, since you decided to get yourself off this morning, after I explicitly told you not to, you can consider this punishment for that, too.” He sat down on the chair, setting his belt on the floor next to him. Holding out one hand he said, “Come here.”
Savannah approached, cautiously asking him, “How come I’m in trouble for giving you a blowjob while you were on the phone, but it was your idea to fuck while you were on the phone and that’s just peachy?”
Lee laughed, grabbing hold of her wrist and pulling her down on her stomach, taking a moment to settle her across his lap before answering. “Because the first was your idea and the second was mine.”
Savannah didn’t really know what to say to that, so she remained silent instead. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her belly as she laid there, the blood rushing to her head and her hair hanging around her face. Bunching the leather skirt in his hands, Lee yanked it up around her waist. With his left hand on the small of her back, he massaged her ass with his right hand. Suddenly he raised it, spanking her hard with his open palm.