Essential Master (Doms of Napa Valley)

by Trace, Dakota

  "Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhearing you, is it Samantha?"

  The blonde turned on the charm as Nicky stopped in front the women. "Actually it is, but you can call me Sam if you'd like, handsome." She ran her fingertips up the front of Nicky's shirt, causing Steph to have to count to ten. It wouldn't be the first time a woman had openly fondled her man in front of her. In fact, it happened more than once on his book tours. Those horny housewives always seemed to want to touch the great N.A. Tarquinio. Nicky would usually let one or two stray touches pass before he gently removed their hands from his person. However, this wasn't a book signing and vicious pleasure sliced through her as her Master not-so-gently caught the blonde's wandering fingers. Steph had to strain to hear what he said, but she got the gist of it.

  "I don't know what you were told, miss, but this isn't a pick up bar. Unless of course you're a Domme. In that case, you need to present your voucher to Kaleb before he'll let you in."

  "What voucher are you talking about, Sexy?" The woman had the audacity to try and touch him again.

  This time Steph actually heard her Master growl. "The one that says he's vetted you as a Domme suited to guide Newbies."

  She pouted dramatically. "What if I don't have one? Can I convince you to smuggle me in?" She smiled up at him. "I'll even pretend to be your devoted slave. I can do things to your body that’ll rock your world."

  When Steph heard the woman's throaty promise, the leash she had on her temper snapped. Striding over to her Master, she stepped up to Nicky. "Master?"

  Nicky glanced in her direction. "Yes, cara mia?"

  "Can I have permission to kick her ass?" Steph said, in such a cloyingly sweet way, it took several seconds for blondie to figure out she'd been threatened.

  "Excuse me.” The blonde's hand went to her hip, her posture rigid. "I know you just didn't say you wanted to kick my ass."

  Steph smirked at the woman. "Actually I did. I don't know what you thought this place was, but it’s not a hook-up joint. This is a safe place for those interested in the lifestyle to explore their desires. Not a place where you go looking for dick, so if that's what you're looking for, then I suggest you try a bar downtown."

  Sam's eyes widened in surprise. "You're kicking me out?"

  "No, I'm kicking you out." Ethan appeared behind them, his long dreadlocks spilling over his shoulders, and his gee spotless as usual. "What Stephanie says is correct. I run a BDSM club - not a meat market. Please leave and take your friend with you."

  The blonde clenched her jaw. "You can't kick me out. I paid my cover charge."

  Ethan arched a brow at her. "Then I shall return your money." He nodded to Kaleb. "Can you please see both she and her guest get their money back?"

  Sam protested even louder, until the red-head, who'd up til this time had been a mere bystander, chewed her friend out. Steph wanted to cheer as the red-head grabbed Sam's arm. "Dammit, Sam, quit your bitchin'. It's not enough you got us kicked out of another club, but now I'm not going to be able get my research for my paper. I ought to kick your ass myself for being such a bitch."

  "Just try it, Alyce." Sam jerked her arm away from Alyce, slapping at the redhead. Steph immediately wanted to step in, but refrained as Ethan separated the women.

  "Enough! I'm not about to let you get into a physical altercation at my club, young lady."

  The blonde shrieked. "Don't touch me, asshole! Who needs this lousy club, anyways? It's not even remotely close to town. Not only is it too far to drive to get fucked, who'd want to in a musty old barn?"

  "Dammit, Sam. I told you this wasn't about getting laid. It’s for my research." Alyce placed her hands on her hips.

  It was just about that time Kaleb joined them, a scowl wrinkling his forehead. "Here's your money. I do believe it’d be best if you'd leave now."

  The red-head nodded, accepting the money as Ethan physically escorted her friend from the club. Steph noticed the fine tremor in the woman's hands as she took the money. "Thank you, Sir." Alyce’s cheeks flushed as she tucked a piece of ginger hair behind her ear before lowering her eyes to the left. "I'm sorry about my sister. She's been going through a rough time with her husband." She shyly glanced up at Kaleb. Steph's eyes narrowed. It could be flirting but somehow she doubted it. It was almost as if the woman had...

  "Damn, that's a shame." Nicky spoke softly next to her. "If that woman doesn't have some submissive training, I'll eat my hat."

  Steph had to agree as she watched the woman fumble over her words. Everything, from her posture to the way she spoke to Kaleb, screamed submissive.

  "That was the owner of the club, wasn't it, Sir?"

  Kaleb placed the money in her hand. "Yes."

  "Shit." The frustration in her voice wasn't surprising, at least not to Steph. The girl had come to explore her need to submit more than likely, but now because of the actions of another, she was being asked to leave. It sucked.

  "I know I need to leave but do you think there's a chance he might reconsider and let just me come back next week?"

  Kaleb shrugged. "I don't know. Master Ethan is usually pretty understanding, but when it comes to his club, he doesn't want troublemakers underfoot. It's bad for business and after some recent events, the last thing the owners need is more trouble."

  She nodded and her shoulders slumped. "I can understand. Sam can be a troublemaker at the best of times, so I can understand why you wouldn't want her here." She turned to move, but then stopped. "Can you at least ask for me? I wouldn't ask but...this trip was supposed to gather information for my thesis. I'm a psychology student, and I'm doing it on the intricacies of the power exchange that occurs between couples who practice BDSM."

  Kaleb's expression softened. "I'll talk to Ethan about it tonight after hours." He flipped the top page on his clipboard before handing it to Alyce. "Write down your contact information. I'll see what I can do."

  A shy smile brightened her face before she accepted the clipboard. Scribbling down her info, she nibbled on her lower lip. After she was done, she handed it back to Kaleb. He glanced down at it before looking up at her.

  “Alyce with a ‘y’?”

  She nodded shyly. “Yeah, eccentric parents…don’t ask.” She paused for a second, and watching her, Steph knew what was going to happen before Kaleb did. Alyce lifted up on to her toes and brushed an impulsive kiss over Kaleb's cheek. "Thank you, Sir." Then the petite red-head slipped through the crush and was gone, leaving a stunned Kaleb cupping his cheek as if he were holding onto the kiss, or was shocked such an obviously submissive woman had kissed him without permission.

  "Damn," Nicky wrapped an arm around her waist. "I don't think I've ever seen Kaleb flustered."

  "Me either.” Steph leaned back against her Master. “Something tells me one way or another that little red-head is going to end up on her knees serving our friend. I know that look anywhere."

  Nicky chuckled. "What look?"

  "It's only a look an intrigued Dom has. He's not entirely sure what to do with her, but he knows what he'd like to do with her."

  “And what would that be, all knowing one?" Nicky asked, watching Ethan re-enter the club.

  "Something that more than likely involves a certain red-head being naked and on her knees."

  As Ethan joined them, Nicky chuckled. "Anyone ever tell you, Steph, that you think about sex too much?"

  "Hmmm, not lately. My men love the fact I have a high sex drive."

  Ethan gave them a strange look. "I don't even want to know - especially if it means more trouble for me tonight."

  "Naw, relax, Master Ethan. We're here to save your bacon, not throw you into the fire," Steph sassed.

  Ethan's lips twitched before he focused on Nicky. "I don't know how you deal with her."

  "Aw, what can I say?” He gave her a tight squeeze. “I took one look at her and was instantly smitten."

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Zeb made a circuit around the Whipping Room, his eyes attemptin
g to take in everything. It seemed to be extraordinarily busy tonight and he'd be glad when the club closed in an hour. He'd barely caught a glimpse of Ma'am before she'd slipped upstairs to the security office, and had gotten a brief but thorough kiss from Sir before he'd gone into the bondage room. He was really looking forward to spending some time after-hours with them. Even if it was just cuddling on the couch at their home and watching reruns on SYFY. But first he had to make sure the few remaining couples in the room were being safe. A petite brunette, who happened to be a regular, was being expertly whipped by a now shirtless Kaleb. Watching for a second, he had to admire the man's technique. The woman's slender back was covered with red welts but not one of them oozed. She was moaning uncontrollably as Kaleb continued to work his magic.

  Keeping quiet so as not to interrupt Kaleb as he worked to send the sub into sub-space, he wandered over to the other remaining couple.

  In the opposite corner, Tianna was being secured to one of the racks, face down. A smile crossed his face. It was good to see the little Latina playing for once. Usually she hung out at his side in the Bondage Room, or watched various demonstrations in the main room, but it looked like she'd finally decided to participate. And she couldn't have picked a better Dom. Master Lincoln had been a member of New Beginnings for about a year, but had been practicing the lifestyle for nearly thirty years. Dressed in his normal attire of denim jeans and gray shirt matching his eyes, the older man looked to be only in his early sixties, but Zeb knew for a fact the man was closer to seventy. His silver hair gleamed in the light as he finished attaching the cuff to her right leg. His experience was obvious in the way he handled Tianna. There was a reason Lincoln was respected by the community. Not only was his vast knowledge of BDSM in demand, but his gentle way of breaking in submissives was legendary. While Zeb wasn't sure that the Daddy-dom was a perfect match for his feisty friend, he knew Tianna couldn't do much better in finding a Dom to guide her through her first flogging.

  He stepped up next to Master Lincoln. The still fit bear of a man nodded to him as he secured the cuff on Tianna's left ankle.

  "You're doing good, sweetie. Nothing too tight?" The older man's voice was smooth as he straightened.

  "No, Master Lincoln."

  Zeb could hear the anticipation in Tianna's tone.

  "Well, before we start, I'd like Zeb to double check your bindings, then we'll begin." Master Lincoln nodded to him.

  Surprise flared inside of him. He hadn't expected to the older man to suggest such a thing. He was here to merely ensure the safety of both subs and Doms alike. Master Lincoln drew him to the side.

  "I think Tianna would feel more comfortable if you were nearby." Lincoln's gray eyes were shrewd.

  "Why? We both know she won't come to any harm at your hands."

  A smile lifted one corner of Lincoln's mouth. "True, but we'd originally agreed on the Bondage Room. When she found out you were in here tonight, she asked if we could play here instead. I agreed because I think she wants you to be near for her first scene. Think of your presence as a security blanket."

  Zeb nodded. "Of course. May I speak to her as well?"

  Lincoln nodded. “I'd be insulted if you didn't."

  Moving to Tianna's side, he crouched down to the slightly angled rack to check the bindings on Tianna's ankles. As he suspected, both were secure without cutting off her circulation. Master Lincoln knew his stuff. "I see you decided to finally take a chance, T."

  "Yeah, Zeb. Master Lincoln is..."

  "Safe." He moved up to her arms to check the wrists restraints. "He's a good place to start." He moved to the other side of her to repeat the process. "I know you have your heart set on another, but you need to make sure you can handle what he wants first."

  Her cheeks flushed. "Yeah, and he's not even going to look at me until I get some experience under my belt. Snobby bastard."

  He chuckled at her description of Davis's cousin, one of the club’s Professional Doms. "Yeah Master Toby can be rather selective in who he services."

  She sighed. "As I found out when I asked him to teach me. I even offered him twice his going rate. He flew out of the room like his ass was on fire after telling me I was too innocent for him."

  "So now you're going to get some experience?" he asked when he knelt to check her other ankle restraint.

  "Yeah. Master Lincoln knows." She gave him a grin as he straightened. "In fact it was his idea to come here tonight and start my training. He knows after what happened to you, Davis demands everything be recorded and ..."

  Zeb chuckled. "And then Davis and Toby go over it on Monday mornings." He shook his finger at Tianna. "Naughty little subbie. You don't know what you're going to release by teasing him that way."

  She tipped her head. "Probably nothing. But maybe if he sees I'm getting some experience, he'll see I'm serious about this and not just playing."

  Zeb sighed. "I just hope it doesn't backfire on you, T." He gave one final tug on her wrist restraint. "Looks good." He stepped back from the rack and nodded to Master Lincoln. "She's all yours."

  "For the moment," Lincoln agreed.

  Moving out of harm’s way, Zeb watched as Master Lincoln warmed up his arm. Then when he deemed he was ready, Lincoln moved closer to the rack. "What level are you at, Tianna?"

  "Green, Master Lincoln."

  "Good, and the number we agreed to for your first time, Tianna?" He lightly touched her bared back.

  "Ten, Master Lincoln." A shudder left her as she settled into the rack, visibly preparing herself. Zeb wanted to tell her to relax, that a flogger hitting tensed muscles hurt even more than one hitting relaxed ones.

  "Correct. Now I want you to relax and count off for me." Lincoln lightly smacked her back with the flogger. Not hard enough to mark, but enough to awaken the nerves in her back.

  "One, Master," she said in a calm voice.

  Lincoln pulled his arm back and hit a bit harder lower on her back. A startled gasp escaped Tianna. "Two, Master."

  Leaning back against the wall, Zeb watched as the flogging continued. As each moan from Tianna got louder, a smile crossed his face. Poor Toby didn't realize what he was in for when he returned. Tianna, the little witch, was going to use Toby's own fetish against him. If there was anything the other man loved more than flogging a submissive, it was one who lost herself so completely under the lash that she begged, cried, and pleaded for release.

  * * * *

  After wiping down the last piece of equipment with the prepared sanitizer solution, Zeb was storing the spray bottle in the cabinet when Steph stepped into the Whipping Room. "There you are, Sexy."

  Tossing the damp cloth into the specially marked hamper designated for such items, he smiled up at her. "Ma'am. How was your night? See anything interesting on the cameras?"

  She nodded, closing the distance between them. "Enough to know Toby is gonna bust a nut when he sees the footage of Tianna and Master Lincoln."

  "You think?" he asked then wrapped an arm around her waist. Leaning his head on her shoulder, he savored her softness against his cheek.

  "No, I know. When we first came, Toby warned us off her. Said she wasn't ready to handle what we'd ask of her." She pressed her lips to his temple. "Not that we were looking for a female submissive." Her free hand slid to cup his hip.

  He chuckled. "Thank God. I'd do almost anything you asked, but I'd have to draw the line at having a sex change."

  She giggled. "I'd hurt you if you even thought of it." Her hand moved around front to cup his sex. "I happen to love your sexy bits."

  "Is he done, cara mia?" Nicky stood in the open doorway, a black duffel bag in his hand. Zeb idly wondered if his Sir was going to work out, or if he might get lucky for once and Nicky wanted to play. Perhaps while Steph watched. His dick, which had been in a half-hard state most of the night from the sights and sounds around him, filled with a rush so potent he was surprised he didn't pass out as all of his blood headed south.

  "Just finished,
Master." Steph gently squeezed him, drawing a groan out of him.

  "Good. Then I say we're ready."

  Zeb turned to look at Nicky. "Ready for what?" He was gonna die if Nicky said he was ready to go home.

  Nicky's eyes darkened with lust. "To play." He stepped out of the doorway. "You have ten minutes, Steph, then I expect you both in room three."

  His knees trembled at his Sir's words. Room three was one of his favorites, ever since he'd joined the club, and was one of the few rooms Allison refused to take him into. Walls encased in Styrofoam rocks, sconces hanging from them, an electric fireplace, and a four poster bed with silk bed linens and a flowing canopy had turned what had once been a large storage room into a bedroom in a medieval castle, complete with a closet full of naughty toys meant to bring the most delicious erotic pain imaginable.

  "Ah, I can see you like the idea." Steph trailed her fingers over the curve of his ass. She leaned in to nuzzle his ear. He shivered as her moist tongue flicked at the inner shell. "But before we go play with Master, you’re going to give me the release I need." She boldly cupped him while leaning back to gaze directly into his eyes. "You're going to fuck me, make me come hard, and then we're going to find Nicky and do it all over again."

  He groaned as she freed the tab on his jeans. As she eased the zipper down, his cock bobbed free.

  "Hmmm, looks like someone is happy to see me." She knelt down in front of him, tugging on him until not only was his cock sticking out in front of him, his heavy balls were out on display. She murmured and rubbed her cheek over the most vulnerable spot on his body. Then she went one step further and lapped his balls with her tongue before softly mouthing them.

  "Aw fuck!" One hand threaded through her head as she licked and teased her way up to the shaft. He bucked as the head of his cock was surrounded her warm mouth while she sucked and nibbled on the sensitive crest. He could feel the load building in his balls and groaned. It was a sound of pure desperation as she squeezed the base of his cock, stalling his release. Then she hummed softly as her tongue delved into his slit. "Ma'am...oh...my...God...I'm...gonna...” He knew he was babbling, but could care less.