Good Girl

by Wright, Susan

  Kali’s expression must have shown her doubt, because Catherine gave Robert a light tap with her riding crop. “A collar can mean different things to different people.”

  Robert immediately dropped his gaze and said, “Yes, Mistress.”

  That really bothered Kali. Catherine leaned over and murmured to Robert, so obviously there was some sort of sexual dynamic at play with his wife in control. But Kali hadn’t been expecting it to suddenly crop up in a casual conversation about her collar. Maybe there was nothing casual about collars. She certainly couldn’t pull her mind away from hers for long.

  Perhaps that was Hunter’s intention, to make her mindful that she was here as his submissive. But did that mean he thought he could silence her with a tap? She hoped not.

  They took another turn through the penthouse and now there were people on the beds, naked and kissing.

  Suddenly it looked like the stereotypical sex party she had imagined before she met Hunter. It was an orgy! She wasn’t expecting that.

  She drank a glass of wine quicker than usual, and then most of a second one before Hunter gently took the glass from her hand. “Drinking and playing don’t go well together.”

  She was feeling much more relaxed now. “I didn’t know I was planning on playing.”

  He smiled. “I am. And I won’t be able to unless you do.”

  She wished he hadn’t put it that way. It sounded like she was stopping him rather than he wanted to only be with her.

  Then again, maybe it was time to turn off her mind and just let Hunter make her feel good for a while. If only they were at home instead of in the midst of a bunch of people having an orgy. Her mom’s disapproving face kept popping into her mind.

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  “Good, there’s something I want you to try,” he said.

  In spite of her wariness, a wonderful anticipation was rising in her, knowing she was going to try something new and it could turn out to be amazing like so many other times before.

  He took her through one of the numerous doors off the hallway into a darkened office. There was nobody inside. A couple paused to glance in the doorway as Hunter plugged something in and turned it on.

  A neon blue glow light the room. “It’s a violet wand,” Hunter explained. “They’re based on medical devices used in the 19th Century to treat nervous conditions.”

  He brought it close to his own forearm and an arc of blue leaped between the device and his skin. It make a crackling sound, but he didn’t flinch.

  “Does it hurt?” she asked.

  “It tingles, and depending on where you put it, it can feel pretty intense. It’s static electricity so it won’t damage your skin.”

  He ran it up and down his arm, holding it out straight so she could see that it didn’t leave any mark behind. “You want to feel it?”

  She held out her arm like he had done. Hunter brought the tip of the wand close to her forearm. The blue arc leaped to her skin, and she jerked at the sharp buzzing sensation.

  “Ow!” She rubbed her skin, and the feeling went away.

  “It’s not that bad.”

  She held out her arm again. “Let me try it again.”

  He picked up her hand and positioned the wand over her index finger. He ran it slowly from her fingertip up the back of her hand and arm, inside her elbow then up and around her shoulder in one long slow motion. Her whole body shuddered.

  “Wow…” she breathed.

  “I thought you’d like it.”

  “It makes my hair stand on end. Are you sure it’s safe?”

  He laughed. “I won’t touch your collar with it, and as long as I don’t put it in your eyes, there’s nothing to worry about.”

  He started running the wand over her entire body. It felt stronger the closer he came, and the speed of his strokes. Short sharp bursts made her catch her breath, and she never knew when he would bring the wand to almost touch her skin, sending a spike of sensation zinging through her nerves.

  There was no thinking now. Not about the curious people who crowded in through the door to watch her twist and turn on the end of his wand.

  There was only Hunter, his intense focus, never wavering from her, holding her up, turning her around, bending her over the desk to light up her inner thighs. The static hit her pussy lips and traveled slowly up to her clit. It was wild! Stronger than her vibrator, different in sensation. Like it was cutting directly to her core.

  Her cries crew louder as he increased the intensity of the wand, driving her higher. When she was writhing so hard he couldn’t keep it on her, he thrust his leg between hers, bumping against her lace-covered pussy with his thigh. She griped the front end of the desk, holding on as he rhythmically pounded into her.

  An explosion of light blinded her, as she came. She wasn’t sure if where the light came from—inside or outside of her—but she was engulfed. All she knew was that he was holding her down, pressing her against the desk as the sensation ripped through her.

  His fingers pulled aside her panties, stroking her wet pussy lips. “You’re so ready. I’m going to fuck you right here on this desk…”

  A sound by the door made her look up. In a sea of faces, one was clear—Minx. She was craning to see past a guy in front of her, a smirk on her face.

  “No,” Kali said, grabbing hold of his wrist. “Minx.”

  He looked up, startled. She so rarely saw him caught off guard. It was awful.

  “Let me up,” she whispered so no one else could hear.

  “I don’t care about her,” he said roughly, his mouth close to her ear and his body still pressing her down.

  “I do. Please stop.”

  He hesitated, his jeans undone, ready to put his dick inside of her. Ready to push her even though she had said her safeword. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he did. Things hung in a balance for a dreadful moment.

  Then he backed away and helped her stand up. He adjusted her dress and made sure her collar hung straight.

  It should have been intimate, the moment of their greatest connection. But Kali was entirely focused on Minx’s presence by the door. She was wearing a neon green collar that glowed in the dim light. It left a light tracer on her vision.

  “I didn’t know she’d be here,” Hunter said. “Lace should have told me.”

  Now Kali was embarrassed. She had an orgasm in front of all these people! In front of Minx. Her chest and face burned hot.

  “I need a bathroom,” she murmured, unable to look at anyone. She couldn’t bear to see Minx’s smirk again.

  Hunter led her through the glass door onto the terrace, so they wouldn’t have to go past Minx. Kali wasn’t sure if that was for her sake or his own. She spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom cleaning up and getting hold of herself. The light was too bright and it wasn’t pleasant. She tugged on the collar a few times. It was the perfect size for her neck. The only problem was that she couldn’t take it off, not even for a second.

  Everything had been going so well. The violet wand had really felt good. And she loved how Hunter held her and how he made her come by just humping her. Hunter took his time, getting her excited. Nobody had ever touched her whole body like that. His fingers were so sure, as if he knew exactly what she needed better than herself.

  Why did it all have to be mixed up in collars and Minx? And all those people out there. There were probably other girlfriends or ex-submissives, whatever he called them, who had been watching. She would never know. She was a stranger here.

  Most of all, why didn’t Hunter realize how awful it was for her to be so vulnerable in front of Minx? She had said stop, but he almost didn’t. Like he wanted to push her at just the moment when she needed his understanding the most.

  The more time passed, the more she hated that he hadn’t let her get up at her first protest. He should have known she was serious! Instead he had made her say stop again.

  The party wasn’t much fun after that. She kept wondering which of the wome
n Hunter had been with. And Minx with her eye-catching collar was everywhere she turned. Hunter was also put off, as if Minx was pushing his buttons just by being there. He kept trying to pull Kali close to him, but she stiffened every time, looking to see who was watching them.

  Finally he said, “Let’s go home.”

  Of course by that he meant Kali’s apartment. She hadn’t spent one night at his place, and it was getting a little weird. Why was his studio off-limits? He was making himself at home in her private life, but keeping walls up around his.

  As soon as they walked in her door, Hunter took hold of her, as if proving to her that she belonged to him. He cracked open her corset dress and laid her on the floor to take her right there, hard and fast. She was overwhelmed by his desire and climaxed twice, but it was raw sex not making love.

  Afterwards, as he slept, Kali stayed awake. She wandered around her place, tugging on the locked collar and wondering why she felt so bad. Like doom was lurking in the corner. One off night didn’t mean the end of a relationship! She was being melodramatic.

  Even when she tried to go to bed, the collar kept bothering her. The weight of it felt strange, and she didn’t like it when the lock slid off her chest and made the collar hang off her neck. She had nightmares of being strangled all night, and woke up after very little sleep feeling grumpy.

  In the morning, she faced her ravaged image and the ever-present collar. She grabbed it with both hands and tried to wrench it apart. But the darned thing was like wrought iron. Maybe it was made to withstand a slave’s rebellion. Maybe her reaction was natural. All she knew was that it left red marks on her skin where she had pulled it against her neck.

  After Hunter got up, Kali was grinding the coffee he liked as he sat on the stool in her narrow kitchen.

  “It’s such a nice day,” Hunter said. “We should do something outdoors. Friends of mine are sitting in line for Shakespeare in the Park in Central Park. They get there around two, and the show starts at six. Everyone brings blankets so they can hang out and wait in the line. It’s free, and they only take the first two hundred people.”

  It sounded like something her dad would have planned. But she felt a pang of worry. “Who are these friends?”

  “People from the scene.”

  “Anyone you used to date?”

  “Well, there’s Heather. I’ve told you about her. She’s got a boyfriend, though. Bert, is his name.”

  It left a sour taste in her mouth. “Heather is the one you spanked on her birthday?”

  “Yes.”

  Now that Kali knew what a spanking was, that made it even worse. She could imagine Hunter holding a beautiful woman, spanking her until she climaxed.

  “Aside from Heather, anyone else you’ve been with?”

  Now he hesitated. “Well, Bert and I have fooled around. He’s submissive and even though he’s not bi, Heather made him suck my dick a couple of times.”

  Alarm bells were going off in Kali’s head. Not that there was anything wrong with being bisexual. But she hadn’t realized Hunter was. Why had it taken so long for him to tell her that? Did he think it would make a difference?

  “It sounds like you and your friends are very free with each other,” she said. “Like the orgy last night.”

  “That wasn’t an orgy. But most of us are polyamorous. So we’re bound to get kinky with each other.”

  She didn’t like the sound of any of that. Bisexual, she could handle, as long as he was monogamous with her. She could see why anyone would want to have sex with Hunter, and he must get plenty of offers from all kinds of people.

  But she couldn’t handle casual sex with multiple partners.

  “Minx said you would never be satisfied by only one woman.”

  “When did you talk to Minx?”

  Oops! “At the Paddles. She followed me into the bathroom.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  “Because you would have denied it, even if it’s true.”

  He stared at her. “Don’t you realize Minx was manipulating you? She’s trying to put a wedge between us.”

  “She is a wedge between us. She put an end to our scene last night with one look.”

  “That was because of you! I don’t care about her. Do you think I liked waiting until we got home? I was nearly bursting.”

  Kali glared at him. It took a second for her to realize he had neatly turned her attention away from her point. “We’re talking about you and other women, Hunter. Minx said you won’t be happy monogamous.”

  “How can I know until I try it? I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

  She felt herself soften, but she couldn’t let him sweet talk her around again. She had to know what was going on. “I’m worried that I’m not the kind of woman you need. It’s really uncomfortable sometimes doing these things you want.”

  “What do you mean? What’s uncomfortable?”

  “Walking around wearing practically nothing. Watching people have sex in front of each other like it’s perfectly natural. Wondering who you’ve been with. You were even going to have sex with me in front of them.”

  He waved his hand. “You loved it. Don’t deny it. It turns you on when I force you to be exhibitionistic. You don’t want to take responsibility for yourself. As long as it’s me making you do it, you can enjoy it. You would have let me fuck you if Minx wasn’t there.”

  She stared at him with her mouth open. She couldn’t even get past her shock to wonder if it might be true. Even if it was, he shouldn’t be so horrible about it.

  “Well, you’re not going to put a leash on me.” Both her hands clutched the collar. “And I can’t stand this anymore! When are you going to take this off me?”

  He looked at her for a moment, then went into the bedroom and got the key. As he returned, she held out her hand. But he stopped her.

  “I have to take it off. I put it on you.”

  She let out an exasperated sound, and he gave her a piercing, scornful look. She stood for him to remove it, but this time his touch felt completely different. She didn’t want it. She turned away as soon as he unlooped the collar, rubbing her neck reflexively.

  He set the collar down on the counter with a soft clink. “You could have said something as soon as it bothered you.”

  “That would have been the second you locked it on me.”

  “Was it that bad?”

  “You, who sees everything, didn’t notice that it was driving me crazy?”

  “No.”

  She was done with this. “I don’t believe you, Hunter. You like to push me. You said it yourself. You’re pushing me all the time, and I don’t know when you’re going to stop. I’m afraid you’re going to push me into doing exactly what you want. I’ll just be a number in a line. Minx is waiting to step right back in. And I’m sure Heather is expecting that your spankings won’t stop. They never have before, so why would I make any difference?”

  He stared at her, his eyes shuttered and cold. “I think I should go.”

  “I do, too.” She turned away so she wouldn’t have to see his face.

  Behind her, she could hear him walk into the bedroom to gather his things. Then he let himself out quietly. She almost expected him to say something, but he didn’t. He never tried to defend himself. He was expecting her to fit into his way of life, keeping her at a distance, manipulating her emotions through the most amazing sex of her life, while he was unable to truly commit to a real partnership.

  She kept waiting for him to say something. But he didn’t. He just left.

  Chapter 15

  Kali felt awful as soon as Hunter was gone. She was so confused! She didn’t want to touch the beautiful collar. She left it lying next to the stove. She never thought Hunter could look at her like that, like she was nothing to him.

  She went back to bed and cried herself to sleep. When she woke up several hours later, she felt more like herself. She should have known better than to try to have a serious talk while she was
out of her mind from being up all night. In spite of how bad she felt about fighting with Hunter, there was some relief in being alone with nothing to do. It had been a long time since she had a day off to herself.

  She thought of the woman she had met last night who had called herself Slavette. Slavette said she did whatever her master told her “twenty-four/seven,” meaning all the time. Her master had ordered her to fetch drinks for them, not even bothering to look at Slavette as he did. Kali rubbed her hand against her throat, wondering if Hunter wanted that kind of control over her. It went against every idea she had of herself.

  She would never think that was cool or fun, whereas being told what to do while they were having sex was the hottest thing ever. It made no sense. But that’s how she felt.

  When she caught sight of her neck in the mirror, it was all red from her constant rubbing. She had to stop that. The collar was gone now.

  But Hunter wanted her to wear his collar. She had tried to do it to please him. But it had gone terribly wrong. Maybe she was being childish trying to win his love by giving him what he wanted. Pam had said not to do things you don’t want to just to please someone else. And her mom always said you can’t make someone love you.

  So she had hit a brick wall on this one. And clearly Hunter wanted so much more. There was a whole world of kink out there. She had the feeling she’d still only seen the tip of the iceberg. But did she really want to ride that iceberg for the rest of her life?

  She checked out the website the girls at the party had told her about—FetLife. To get on, she had to make a profile, which she kept as brief and non-descriptive as possible. She didn’t want to use a photo of herself, naturally, so she took a photo of the leaves outside her window and used that as her profile picture. For a name, she picked “Runningaway2.” Ironically enough, there was already a “Runningaway.” She didn’t feel quite so alone when she saw that.

  Then she searched for “collar.”

  First she got a list of profiles for people with collar in their FetLife name. Men and women, both. She checked out the women, and they seemed perfectly ordinary. A couple said they had just started to explore this “dark side” of themselves.