“She’s drenched!” He unfastened his pants and shoved them down his hips. He was rock hard. He quickly donned a condom and lined the head of his cock up at her pussy. The woman was murmuring something now, but Jane couldn’t hear what it was.
“She’s begging for his cock, pet,” Ben whispered into her ear. “Begging. And I think you’ll be begging for mine soon.” Jane fought down her own moan as she watched and listened. The woman was louder now, pleading as the man held his cock at her opening but wouldn’t go any further.
The other man leaned down and whispered to her. She nodded frantically and opened her mouth.
“I bet I know what he’s saying. He owns her body and her orgasms. I bet he’s telling her that she’s going to suck him off while the other man fucks her and if she comes before he does, she won’t be allowed another orgasm for a month.”
As the two men penetrated the woman from both ends, Ben tugged at her leash. “Don’t get any ideas, Jane. I don’t share. You can do what you want after your training period is over, but while I’m in charge, I’m the only man who will fuck you. Do you understand, pet?”
She nodded, her mouth suddenly too dry to form words.
He led her over to a couple, John and Kathleen. Amanda was supervising as John attached Kathleen to a St. Andrew’s Cross. Then they moved on to a couple she didn’t recognize. The woman was strapped down to what looked like a gynecological exam table. Her legs were spread wide and a large crowd had gathered to watch what the man in the doctor’s scrubs, complete with cap and mask, was going to do to her.
When Jane saw him pick up what looked to be an oversized speculum, she turned and buried her face against Ben’s chest.
“Not one of your kinks, eh?”
She shook her head without looking up.
“Too bad because it’s one of mine. But I’m also not huge on performing for an audience, so when I strap you down like that, it will be in one of the private rooms. But you don’t have to worry about it for now. Your initial play sessions will have to be out in the public areas of the club. No using private rooms and no playing outside the club—not with me or with any other Dom until you are more comfortable with your needs.
“I know that you are probably thinking now that you know what you like, but an experienced Dom like me can take you so deep in a scene that you’d agree to pretty much anything even if it was on your hard limits list. A good Dom doesn’t renegotiate a scene once it has started for just that reason, but not all Doms or wannabe Doms are good.
"The public play requirement is for your protection, pet. And I take my responsibility to you very seriously. Once our three months are up, you’ll have a much better sense of what you need from a Dom and what your real limits are. That means that sometimes I’ll push you past what you think is your comfort zone. Some things you’ll find you actually enjoy. Others, you’ll find yourself safewording, and that’s okay. We’ll start our play in public area and move to a private room when I think you're ready. Do you understand?”
Jane nodded again. Suddenly Ben stepped back and gripped her upper arms. Was he mad?
“I need you to answer me out loud for this one, Jane. I need to know that you understand what I have said and also need you to promise not to play outside our sessions for the three-month training period.”
Jane looked up at Ben. “Yes, Sir. I promise”
“Good pet. Now let’s go get you tied down and blindfolded for your very first scene.”
The look on her face was priceless. Ben realized that it wasn’t just his dick reacting to her but his heart. Dammit. Three hours ago, he had never heard of Jane Smith. Now he couldn’t imagine doing a scene with anyone else.
Maybe partnering with her was a bad idea, a really bad idea. Yet he couldn’t bear the thought of Andrew or any other Dom touching her. Hell, Andrew was really a good guy. He’d taught Ben how to be a good and responsible Dom when he was new to the lifestyle.
But he wasn’t going to touch Jane. At least, not while she was his.
He was a cop. It was in his blood. His father was a cop. His sister was a cop. The fact was, the job was dangerous. Ben had vowed at Chuck’s funeral that he would never do that to a woman or a child. He hadn’t played regularly with the same sub since.
But he’d missed spending time with a single sub, getting to know her and her body, so when Jenna and Andrew had asked him to help with training, it had seemed like a great alternative. He could feel useful. He could spend extended time with one sub without an emotional commitment. He was helping women figure out what they wanted. Then he would help them find the right Dom. He’d been to seven collaring ceremonies in the last two years for the subs he’d trained.
It made him feel good inside. And it limited the emotional involvement. For a few months, he could pretend he was in a normal relationship. He knew, too, that if anything happened to him on the job, they might be sad, but they’d be able to move on. He was a teacher, a mentor, not a Dom committed to them for more than a short time. And it had been enough for him.
Until now.
Jane let Ben lead her to a secluded corner of the club. It was still technically public, but it was away from the action where the exhibitionists were performing for an audience.
That didn’t mean they were alone, though. They’d passed two dungeon monitors, identifiable by their black leather vests with red trim and the Club Hades logo on the back.
There was room for voyeurs in their little nook. The area was the size of a small bedroom. There was a set of shelves down one side. She saw a pile of towels and a bowl full of condoms. In one corner was a big leather arm chair.
She heard someone approach and stiffened. It was one of the staff subs, men and women who worked part-time at the club in exchange for a discount on their membership fees.
The petite blond woman set a basket on the side counter and waited, her eyes down, for Ben to review the contents.
“Excellent. Thank you Sasha. You may go now.”
“You are welcome, Sir.”
Then she was gone, and it was just the two of them again. Ben touched her shoulder and directed her gaze to the far corner of the nook. A camera was pointed toward the only piece of furniture, a spanking bench.
“Pet, look at the camera and nod if you understand that you can slow things down or stop them completely at any time just by saying your safe word.”
She nodded.
“Now tell them your safe word or safe words we’ll be using today.”
“While I’m training, we’ll use the club’s default safewords. Green means things are fine. Yellow to slow things down. Red to stop the scene.”
“Very good. Now tell me why you would use red and stop a scene.”
“I would use red if the scene violated any of my hard limits, if I became afraid, if I was hurting in a way my Dom didn’t intended such as a muscle cramp.”
“Or if you’ve changed your mind.”
“Sir?”
“You can say red if you’ve changed your mind and don’t wish to continue the scene. You can stop or slow down a scene at any time just because you feel uncomfortable in some way. Obviously, if you make a habit of stopping an agreed-upon scene just because you can, you aren’t going to find many Doms who will want to play with you. But don’t let a Dom intimidate you into participating in or continuing a scene you really don’t want to be a part of. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
For some reason, instead of making her feel calmer, Ben’s words just ratcheted up her nerves. Was he going to push her so hard that she would feel the need to safeword? Just what was he intending to do to her?
She looked at him in query.
“This, my pet, is a spanking bench. I’m going to blindfold you, strap you down to the bench and then spank you for misbehaving earlier. Once we get that out of the way, I’m going to introduce you to sensation play. Some of it will hurt. Some of it will be very enjoyable. I’m going to vary things to get a feel for what you l
ike and what you don’t like.
“I’m also going to use a dildo and maybe a vibrator so you can come when we are done. That is, if you're a good girl. If you misbehave, then you won’t be coming for a while.”
“Um, Sir? Can I ask a question?”
“Of course.”
“Are you going to…? I mean are we… uh…”
“Spit it out, pet. Are we going to what?”
“Are we going to have sex?”
“As this is our first session, I hadn’t honestly planned on it. Does this mean you want to have sex with me?”
Jane felt herself blushing again, so she looked down at her bare feet. That was a mistake, because it reminded her that her breasts were on full display. How had she forgotten? Now she was embarrassed all over again.
Damn this man. She’d blushed more in the last few hours than in the last few years. Ben had clearly noticed as he put a hand under her chin and tilted her face up toward his.
“Answer the question.”
“Well, you, um,” she gestured to the crotch of his pants. “You seemed, interested and well, I…”
“Are you interested, too?”
She nodded.
“I don’t know if it’s a good idea, not for our first session. Oh, pet. Don’t be disappointed. I’m not rejecting you. Hell, I can’t wait to get inside you and feel your pussy clamping down hard on my cock as you come while I’m inside you. But this is our first session together. I want to get your honest reaction to the other sensations you’ll be experiencing, and I don’t want that clouded by sex.
“Our next session is in two weeks. Be a good girl today, and not only will I fuck your brains out next time, but I’ll be sure to introduce you to forced orgasm torture before the training period is over.”
“Force orgasm torture?”
“Doesn’t that sound like fun?” He sounded so happy and excited, like a kid in a candy store, that Jane found herself nodding in agreement before she realized what she was doing. What had she just gotten herself into? “I’ll probably save that for one of our final sessions.”
Ben saw the nerves and determination in Jane’s expression. She was such a trouper!
“Come on pet, up you get” he advised gruffly. Then he took her arm and helped her up onto the knee rests. “Lie down and get comfortable. You might be here a while.
The lighting was dim, but he could see the round globes of her ass, which were perfectly bisected by the string of the itty, bitty thong as she tried to kneel on the rests. He saw her hesitate and realized the rests were set too far apart for her to settle into comfortably.
“Here, let me adjust this for you. Stand back up for a second.”
Once she was off the equipment, he moved the knee rests closer together. He turned to her and made a mental measurement. Then he turned back and lowered the torso support.
“You are a little, bitty one, aren’t you? Just let me adjust one more thing and then you can try it again.”
“I’m sorry, Sir!”
He stopped and looked at her. She looked absolutely miserable. She’d been shyly eager a few minutes ago.
“What’s wrong, Jane?”
“Nothing, Sir.” She stepped forward to the spanking bench and climbed up. Now the knee rests were the perfect distance, but she was suddenly self-conscious.
“Pet?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, Sir. It’s just…” She sniffled. Dammit. He scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to the lounge chair pausing to grab a box of tissues.
Now she was crying in earnest. And she was repeating the same two words over and over. “I’m sorry.”
“What’s wrong? We’re not moving until you tell me why the eager submissive of a few minutes ago is no longer looking forward to her first play session.”
She didn’t say a word, just struggled to get out of his arms. He tightened them around her. He was careful not to hurt her, but she wasn’t getting off his lap until he was good and ready to let her up and that wouldn’t happen until he understood why her mood had suddenly changed.
“I’m bigger and stronger than you pet. I can sit here all day until you're ready to talk.”
“Red.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane sat in the dressing room struggling back into her t-shirt. There were several other submissives in various stages of dress, but she ignored them all until one of them walked over to her and stood, waiting.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Jane turned. It was Amanda.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine. I think you scared Ben.”
“Did he send you in here after me? I thought that if you used your safeword the scene was over and you could leave.”
“That’s right. But you seemed to change so suddenly.” Amanda touched her arm. “He’s worried about you. The scene didn’t even start and you…”
“I just had a bit of a panic attack, that’s all.”
“Then why not stay for a bit. You can come back with me into the lounge. Ben’s waiting.”
“I don’t want to see Ben!”
“Then you don’t have to see Ben. But maybe it would be good for you to talk to someone about what you're feeling. I know you said you wanted to learn about BDSM for your book, and you seemed so honestly interested. I really thought you’d… I can find you another Dom. Andrew was interested in training you. Or I can find someone else.”
Jane shook her head. “No, that’s not it. I just… I’ve changed my mind Amanda. This was a big mistake.” She thought about Amanda’s words. “I’ll find another way to do my research. Maybe I’ll go online and interview some Doms and subs. There’s that social network for those in the lifestyle.”
“No, don’t do that. Look, a bunch of subs get together every week for a book club. I can talk to them and see if they're willing to talk to you about the lifestyle. I’m sure they will. And even if they don’t, I can get you started.”
“A book club?” That’s not what Jane had expected. She sat down on the bench as she pulled her socks on. “A kinky book club?” She chuckled. “I’m guessing your club didn’t think much of that trilogy.”
Amanda seemed relieved. “Not really. But we did appreciate the fact that it brought the lifestyle into mainstream discussion. Hopefully, it made people curious and they checked out other books on the subject, but even if they didn’t, it did broaden people’s horizons.”
“Well, I do hope to do the subject justice. I’ve written the entire book already, but the BDSM scenes just don’t feel authentic.” Jane sighed.
“Then come and join the club. We meet every second Saturday for brunch and book discussion at Tempo Café on Chestnut. Today was meeting day, so we won’t be meeting again for two weeks. That should give you time to read this week’s selection if you haven’t read it yet. Are you interested?”
“Of course, but will your friends be okay with me coming to pick their brains?”
“I don’t see why not, but I’ll check with the others. Don’t worry, Jane. They’ll love the idea of meeting an author who wants to get the facts right about the lifestyle. I’m sure they’d be interested in reading what you’ve written and give you some specific advice.”
“Oh, I couldn’t ask them to do that. What if it they don’t like it?”
“Then they’ll tell you. But they’ll also be thrilled to help. Come on. What do you have to lose?”
“Only subs, right? No Doms?”
Amanda snorted. “No Doms. I’m not sure why. I guess they prefer spanking our asses to reading about fictional asses being spanked. Although, full disclosure, there are a couple of Dommes in our group.”
Jane thought for a second.
“Why not? Thanks Amanda!”
“Great. I’ll email you the details for the next meeting and let you know what book we are reading.”
CHAPTER SIX
Two weeks later
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br /> Jane looked around the table. There were six women besides her and Amanda. It had been almost two weeks... No that wasn’t right. It was exactly two weeks since the debacle at Club Hades. No one had referred to it even though her next training session was scheduled for that evening. If she had the courage to go back.
She recognized three of the subs including Valerie, the woman who had been tied down between two men. Jane was dying to ask her about the experience... Was it a regular thing? Were they a couple? Triad? She realized she wasn’t sure what the correct terminology was.
She also realized that she probably wouldn’t ask Valerie anything. In fact, she wasn’t sure she could even speak. It wasn’t like when she had coffee with Amanda who had become her friend. She didn’t want to come across as nosy or stepping over a line.
Amanda had no such qualms. She had already told the other book club members about the book that Jane was working on and how she’d come to Club Hades for research.
“I wish I’d known about this group. This is a much better idea than doing training myself.
“You keep telling yourself that, honey!” It was Valerie, and her tone was teasing. “I never planned on getting into a relationship with two men at the same time, but there’s something so freeing about the lifestyle, even when you're tied up! Consider giving it another chance. You might just find you like it. What’s the worst that could happen? You end up with a bunch of orgasms and a sore ass for a few days.”
Everyone laughed and that broke the ice.
When she mentioned her book, everyone seemed thrilled to be helping and all had offered to speak privately with her or even Beta read her book to make sure she got the BDSM right. They even told her some stories about their own initial ventures into lifestyle.
Then the book club group moved on to discussing the current meeting’s novel. Luckily Jane had already read the book they were discussing. She had been surprised that it wasn’t a BDSM book. It wasn’t even a romance. The Martian had been made into a movie starring Matt Damon. Jane had loved the book and avoided seeing the film since they were usually disappointing, but the women assured her she would enjoy it.
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