Need

by Becca Jameson

  The Dom leaned close to his sub’s head and spoke to him in a voice too low for anyone to hear. He continued to whisper in a hushed voice as he lifted his face and then secured his submissive to the bench at his wrists and then his ankles.

  Emily held her breath. The restraints, though they were used on a man by a man, made her hornier. Geez, girl. She closed her eyes. “Let’s move on.” She couldn’t quite bear to face the reality. BDSM made her needy and aroused.

  Rider chuckled low against her shoulder. “You’re squirming.”

  She didn’t acknowledge him.

  He walked her the rest of the way down the hall, speaking in soft tones to explain most of what she saw. She was overloaded with information and couldn’t internalize much after a while.

  Finally, Rider led her to the same circular booth she’d sat in last week when he’d introduced himself. The memory of that evening made her jittery.

  “So, what do you think?” he asked when they were seated. He sat closer to her than last week, his knee touching hers under the table, his body angled instead of across from her.

  “I don’t know, Sir. It’s so much to take in.”

  “It is. Don’t let the scenes overwhelm you. As a newbie, no one would ask you to do anything like that. Not even me.”

  She nodded, somewhat relieved. “So, how does this work?”

  “Well, if you agree you’d like to be trained in the world of D/s, and I assume you’re in agreement or you wouldn’t be here now, I would ease you in and teach you the ropes a little at a time. At first you would meet me here on Friday nights as you did tonight and learn what it means to be submissive by watching and following my instructions.

  “After a few weeks you might agree to meet me outside of the club sometimes, perhaps in my home or yours. Someplace where you can get the guidance you need without an audience. It’s hard for some people at first to submit in public. Others prefer public. It might feel safer to you, knowing the room is filled with people if you should become uncomfortable with my demands.

  “On the flip side, you might find privacy to be more relaxing as you grow accustomed to the lifestyle.”

  She stared at him, never taking her eyes off his as he spoke.

  He leaned in closer. “I want you to understand I’ve never taken a trainee. This is completely outside of my norm.”

  “Why…um, Sir. Why are you willing to do so now?”

  He smiled, tipping his head to one side and shrugging. “I don’t have the foggiest idea. Something about you intrigues me. It has since the first night you entered the club.”

  She’d known he’d seen her all three nights. He’d made that clear. But why? “You watched me even the first night?” She cringed to think what she’d been wearing. Jeans she thought, and a tank top. Nothing interesting. Nothing that would draw attention. Although in this club, she might have had that backward. Not a single woman wore jeans unless it was their first night, in which case they stood out like a sore thumb, as she must have the first night also.

  “I did.” He didn’t elaborate.

  She swallowed. Was he attracted to her, or did this have something to do with a challenge?

  He paused, his gaze nailing her to the bench until she squirmed. “Spread your legs, Emily.”

  She eased them apart a few inches, her mind immediately going to whatever place it floated toward whenever Rider commanded her. It was like hypnosis, his voice.

  “Farther. Lift your knee onto the seat and open wider.”

  She followed his directions again, but it was tough with the tight skirt restraining her movements.

  “Did you have any trouble shaving your pussy?”

  “No, Sir.” She mumbled the words so low, she barely heard them herself.

  “Pardon?”

  “I did not, Sir.” She spoke louder.

  “Good girl. What color is your vibrator?”

  “Pink, Sir.” She sucked in a breath after she answered, realizing what she’d revealed.

  She could hear the chuckle in his voice when he spoke next. “Did you run the battery down like I asked and keep your hands to yourself?”

  She nodded, her hands gripping her thighs so tight it hurt.

  “Emily?”

  “I did, Sir.”

  “So you haven’t had an orgasm since last Friday night?”

  Did he think she used the vibrator every day of the week? How hard did he think it would be to refrain from masturbating for seven days? “No, Sir.”

  “You didn’t touch your pussy with your fingers either?”

  God, he was intense. Little did he know, she’d never gotten off with just her fingers. If the vibrator was dead, so was the department of masturbation in her home. “No, Sir.” She lowered her gaze farther.

  “Does that embarrass you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s okay. It’s a normal response. I’m tough, Emily. I’ll ask you to do difficult things to test your submission, and I’ll ask you the hard questions after.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Is your pussy wet now?”

  She swallowed. It had been wet since she entered the club, or perhaps before, but now it was pulsing and her arousal was running between her legs. “Yes, Sir.”

  Rider watched her face. Whatever he was looking for, he must have found it because without losing her gaze, he smoothed one hand up her inner thigh until his fingers were so close to her pussy she could almost feel them. He paused there, his entire palm burning her leg with the intensity.

  She didn’t move a muscle, willing him to close the distance.

  When he did, she almost shot off the bench. He pitched forward to swipe at least three fingers through her arousal, starting at the top and separating her lower lips as he flicked his wrist downward.

  She held her breath, unable to utter a syllable. If she opened her mouth or sucked in air, she was afraid it would be on a loud moan—or a plea for more.

  Rider released her just as quickly. If he hadn’t brought his fingers up to his mouth to suck them clean, she might have thought she’d imagined the previous five seconds.

  “Mmm. Good.” He continued speaking as though what he’d done had been no big deal and she wasn’t now sitting there dripping with need. “New rules for this week. We will build on them as you learn. It helps your mind go to the right place for submission. If you don’t follow my demands, you won’t fully understand the role or learn. I expect you to comply even when I have no way to prove you did. If you lie to me, I’ll know. Yes, I’m that astute.

  “If you find you can’t follow through on any particular request, your job is to talk to me about it immediately. Noncompliance without an explanation isn’t acceptable. If I find you aren’t following my directions, I’ll assume your heart isn’t in this and release you from my service. Do you understand?”

  She thought so. She was having trouble focusing.

  “I’m going to give you my cell number. Text me when you get home so I’ll know you’re safe. Text me throughout the week if you have questions or concerns. If I don’t hear from you, I’ll text you to check in. Otherwise, I’ll assume you’re complying with all my demands. Are we clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” What the hell would he ask of her this week? She shifted in the seat, trying to come up with anything he could ask to build on what she’d already done. God, she’d shaved her pussy every morning for a man who hadn’t seen it yet. What more was there?

  Rider set his hands on the table and held them out, palms up. “Give me your hands.”

  She lifted them from her thighs and set them on top of his so their palms met.

  “You were gripping your legs so tight you were about to bruise them.”

  This man knew all things. Even things he couldn’t see.

  “Look at me.”

  She lifted her gaze to meet his.

  “No panties this week. Don’t wear them at any point. Not even when you leave the house. It will serve as a reminder of your subm
ission to me.”

  She nodded.

  “Repeat that, please.”

  “I won’t wear panties this week, Sir.” Saying it out loud, agreeing to do his bidding of her own accord, was difficult.

  “Good. Also, from now on, sleep in the nude. No panties, no bra, no nightgowns, nothing.”

  “Okay, Sir.”

  “Again, when you slide between the sheets naked, you’ll remember who controls your actions. Even when I’m not with you, you’ll submit to my desires. Understood?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Shave your pussy every morning. Do not touch yourself sexually. And keep the vibrator in your drawer. If and when I ever come to your house, I’ll expect to find it nonfunctional.”

  She nodded. The picture in her mind of Rider in her bedroom, filling it with his enormous size, made her cream herself anew.

  He released one of her hands and reached into his back pocket. He handed her a card. “This is the shop I want you to go to. I’ll call Danielle and give her a heads up. She’ll help you pick out an outfit that suits your body type and my style at the same time.”

  Emily held his gaze, mesmerized and confused by her reaction at the same time. She knew she would do everything he said, just as she knew she was falling under his tutelage like an obedient pet.

  “Another thing. You need a safe word when practicing D/s. Make sure you always have one with any Dom and that you use it. Red is a universal safe word. I’m sure you saw it mentioned in the forms you filled out the first time you came here. Use red any time you are at this club or when you are with me.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “I think that’s enough for tonight. It’s late. I’ve tossed a lot on your plate. You need time to think about all this.”

  She nodded. Admittedly she was a bit stunned. He hadn’t asked much of her at the club, but on the flip side, his demands for the week were consistent with last week. She struggled to imagine how he would ever know if she did his bidding or not.

  Except for the fact she was a terrible liar and always had been, she wondered how any submissive truly complied with their Dom’s demands when they were alone.

  Rider stood, pulling her up alongside him as he eased from the booth. “I’ll meet you here again next Friday. You’ll wear something of Danielle’s selection and come to me at ten o’clock again. Plan to assume a stricter role of obedience.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Don’t forget to text me when you get home.”

  “I will, Sir.”

  The next thing she knew, she was in her car where Rider had walked her and settled her before leaving her to drive home.

  She drove on autopilot, not remembering much about the scenery that went by as she drove.

  When she arrived, she pulled her phone out and typed a text to the number Rider had entered beside her car as she’d waited.

  I’m home, Sir.

  Good. Sleep well.

  I will. Thank you, Sir.

  Naked.

  She shivered at the single word. Naked. In her own home. Alone. Her life had changed dramatically in one week. And she had no idea if she was out of her mind or should go with the flow and do what felt right, to hell with society and its norms.

  With confidence, she stripped off her clothes, brushed her teeth, used the toilet, and then eased into bed. If she’d lain down naked without being told, she might not have noticed anything about it as being unusual. Certainly she wouldn’t have been instantly aroused.

  But under the command of Rider, she was restless, rubbing her legs against each other as though it might be enough to alleviate the pressure. It took over an hour to get comfortable and relaxed enough to fall asleep.

  The next thing she knew was the beeping of her cell on her bedside table. She opened her eyes to find the sun high enough to indicate she’d slept late.

  Without moving more muscles than necessary, she slapped her hand on her cell and dragged it to her view.

  Did you sleep well?

  Rider. Instantly her pussy flinched and came to life. One thing was for sure, she didn’t have to spend days on end waiting to see if he would call like any other new boyfriend.

  He’s also not your boyfriend. He hasn’t suggested anything of the sort. Other than admitting his attraction to her as a potential submissive, he hadn’t indicated in any way she meant more to him than any trainee.

  Except he doesn’t take trainees. Ever. And he watched you for three weeks before approaching. It all had to count for something, didn’t it?

  She responded to him in kind.

  Eventually.

  Did you have difficulty sleeping in the nude?

  Lord, he was direct. And even in text she could hear his voice, his every typed message making her arousal amp up from the zero of her dead sleep to someplace closer to ten already.

  Yes, Sir. That and pondering your requests.

  Have I asked too much of you?

  No, Sir. I can handle it.

  Good. If anything changes, please let me know. Dominance and submission is a give and take. Your submission is directly related to your desire to please me in order to reap the reward of that compliance.

  What is the reward, Sir? She squirmed, rubbing her legs together as she stared at what she’d typed.

  And the man returned with a smiling emoticon.

  That only made her wetness increase. She moaned and turned in to the pillow to capture the sound as if someone might hear her. Which was absurd since she lived alone and only shared one wall to the left of her condo with a nice old man who had very little hearing left.

  I think you’ll figure that part out soon enough, if you haven’t already, he added to the smiley face.

  Touch yourself. Stoke your fingers between your legs and tell me how wet you are, baby.

  She stared at the screen. Touch herself? Now? She took a deep breath.

  Now, Emily. Just do it. I’m not asking you to fuck someone in front of an open window. I’m asking you to stroke your fingers through your pussy under your sheets in your bedroom. Are you wet?

  Emily scrambled to get her free hand under the blankets, knowing she would have to type one-handed if it proved necessary.

  At the first contact against her clit, she lifted her hips in the air, her heels digging into the mattress. He hadn’t asked her to go for a long exploration of her private parts, however. So, she quickly dipped her middle finger into her pussy…and moaned at the contact, unable to believe how sensitive she was under the remote direction of Rider.

  Baby?

  Very wet, Sir.

  He sent that damn smiling emoticon again.

  Good girl. Don’t hesitate when I ask you to do something.

  Okay, Sir.

  And remove your fingers. Let me take the reins and control your orgasms. I promise they will be much more intense than ever before if you submit to me and follow my rules.

  Goose bumps climbed up her spine. His rules…

  She lifted her shaking hand back out from between her legs and took a deep breath, bracing her heels against the bed as she tried to control her arousal.

  Later, baby.

  Later, Sir.

  Emily lifted up to a sitting position, shivering as the blankets fell to her waist, stroking her tits mockingly. She needed to get up and get some things done around the house. If nothing else, she needed to occupy her mind to keep from thinking about how badly she needed to come.

  Not to mention the last time she’d been this horny had been—never.

  Before she managed to step away from the bed, her phone pinged again.

  Geez. Persistent isn’t he?

  She reached for the phone, but smiled when she saw this new text was from her brother Mike.

  Hey, twerp. You free for lunch Monday?

  She quickly texted back. Sure. She hadn’t seen him for a few weeks. His schedule was hectic, but he always squeezed her in eventually.

  Great. I’ll pick you up.

  Perfect. No
on?

  Yep.

  She set the phone back down and padded away. At least she had that to take her mind off her new crazy life.

  Chapter Seven

  Rider had just finished issuing a ticket to a teenager who thought it would be cool to do seventy-five through the center of town. As Rider turned around, he stopped dead in his tracks. He reached for his helmet absentmindedly as he watched Emily emerge from a restaurant in the same strip mall where he’d pulled the kid over.

  Surely it couldn’t be her. The woman he stared at laughed, her head tipped back, her gorgeous blonde curls blowing in the summer breeze. That wasn’t what bothered him. This Emily had her arm wrapped around the bicep of a man who led her from the restaurant to his car.

  Rider still didn’t move. He’d left his helmet unbuckled, his fingers now fisted at his sides.

  Was there any chance the woman wasn’t Emily?

  He squinted at her as she slipped into the passenger seat and swung her sexy legs over the runner before closing the door. It was definitely her.

  Rider’s blood boiled.

  The man she was with got behind the wheel and started the engine. Rider noted the license plate without a thought. He was trained to do that anytime he witnessed anything suspicious.

  And this was beyond suspicious.

  What the fuck is the matter with you, dude? So, she’s out with a guy? You don’t own her. You never for one second discussed anything about exclusivity with this woman.

  Fuck. Two semi-meetings in a club and a few texts does not a relationship make. Besides, what do you care? You don’t do girlfriends. She’s not even your type.

  Nevertheless, he couldn’t stop himself from tossing his leg over the seat of his bike and firing up the engine. Before he knew it, he was following Emily and her man down the road.

  He kept a distance at first, having no idea what he planned to do. Follow her home? He didn’t know where she lived yet. They hadn’t exchanged that sort of information.

  Or worse, he might be following them to the guy’s house.

  He gripped the handlebars tighter.