by G E Griffin
“You really have led a sheltered existence, haven’t you? A Dominate and submissive relationship. One where the submissive has agreed to relinquish total control over to her Master or Dom, so that she obeys him without question. Often the sub wears a collar as a sign that she is her Dom’s property,” I explained.
“You mean like a sex save?” Seraphina asked, clearly horrified.
“Well, not really because it is so much more than that. It can be a whole way of life, where the Dom controls every aspect of his sub’s existence. Or it can just be a bit of role play fun for an agreed period of time, such as for an evening or a weekend. As long as it’s safe, sane and fully consensual, it’s fine.”
“Trust you to know all about stuff like that,” Seraphina, muttered.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You don’t think I’m the only one Jamie talks about, do you? I’ve heard quite a bit about you and your sexual predilections as a matter of fact,” she declared, as she stood there glaring at me. It seemed she was still very upset that Jamie had confided in me about her virginal status.
“What’s he told you?” I asked, not appreciating being the subject of their gossip.
“According to the boys, you’re some kind of a legend because you’ve had more women than they've had hot dinners. I’m told they always have to be blonde, with massive boobs, and I’m sure you’ll be thrilled to learn that the boys have spent quite some time discussing whether you insist they have to be natural or whether it wouldn’t worry you if they’d had a boob job. I think they came to the conclusion that as long as the boobs in question looked and felt okay, you wouldn’t be too worried, because you never see any of these women for more than a few weeks at the most in any case. And apparently, you’re really into all kinds of kinky sex, with an awesome stash of amazing sex toys and other equipment.” She stood there defiantly staring at me with her arms crossed.
I guessed it did sum me up pretty well, but hearing it coming from Seraphina made it sound very hard and calculating somehow.
“So that’s what you’ve heard, is it?”
“Yes, so my guess is you’re using coming here with me tonight as an excuse to find yourself a new playmate or two, as you probably think people here will be pretty open minded to that kind of thing. I also think you’re hoping I’m going to discover I’m gay.”
“Is that what you think, Seraphina?”
“Yes, it is, Liam.”
I noticed her use of my name, and for some strange reason I found I liked it.
“Well, you’re wrong. My only agenda here tonight is to assist you to discover your true sexuality, so that your relationship with Jamie can move forward in whatever the appropriate direction turns out to be.”
“I think you want me to be gay because you don’t approve of me. That’s why you’ve brought me here, to try and push me in that direction, because you’d rather Jamie and I split up,” she challenged me.
“As I keep telling you, all I'm doing is looking out for my little brother,” I insisted.
The truth was, I seemed to be caught between a rock and a hard place. I didn’t seriously think Seraphina was gay, I thought she was more likely just confused and muddled about her sexuality. Bringing her here tonight was intended to be a form of shock therapy, forcing her to confront her issues rather than just hide behind them. But if she wasn’t gay, that would mean that she and Jamie could happily go off and spend the night together, and that didn’t sit well with me at all. Not because I didn’t think Seraphina was good enough for my brother, but because I was fast coming to the conclusion that maybe he wasn’t right for her.
But since we were now here at the club, I decided we just had to see what happened, how the dice fell.
“Look, we can stand here and argue all night if you want, but I suggest it makes more sense to go and get a drink at the bar, and see what this club is like,” I suggested in what I hoped was a conciliatory tone.
“I suppose we might as well, now that we’re here,” she begrudgingly agreed, as I offered to take her coat for her. When I'd picked Seraphina up, she’d been ready and waiting for me, so I'd not seen what she was wearing underneath the long and extremely ugly coat that she was wearing, although I had noticed she was wearing heels. The shoes were an unusual design because they seemed to be a cross between a shoe and an open strappy boot.
“You look different tonight,” Seraphina remarked, as she stared at the black jeans and casual shirt I was wearing.
“Different? I’m just dressed appropriately for the occasion. I wear office attire to the office. I wear casual clothes to a club. I don’t see why you should find that so surprising.”
Admittedly my jeans were my usual reasonably smart brand and certainly weren’t the low slung type that Jamie wore, which advertised to the world what brand of designer boxers he was wearing underneath.
Seraphina slipped the hideous coat off, and I caught my first glimpse of what she was wearing. It wasn’t very much, in all honesty, just a very short electric blue dress, which was fitted at the waist and had some sort of underskirt that made it flare out.
It looked as sexy as hell on her.
As I removed her coat and she held her long hair out of the way, I realised the dress was backless, so I got to see the soft, exposed skin of her back before she let her hair tumble down again. How she could even think of having her beautiful hair cut off was beyond me; it would be a crime. If she were mine, I'd forbid it. I shook my head. I reminded myself that this was Jamie’s girlfriend – that’s why we were here after all.
She nervously fiddled with the hem of her dress when she saw me looking at her.
“Abbey lent me this dress because she said it would be perfect when I asked what I should wear tonight,” Seraphina said self consciously.
“Well, you should certainly catch everyone’s attention with what you’re almost wearing,” I stated . If she were mine I'd want her covered up. That delicious body would be for my eyes only.
“I thought you wanted me to wear something like this,” she reminded me. “I'd have come in my jeans, but Abbey insisted I should wear a dress.”
“Who exactly is this Abbey again?”
“My friend, the one who recommended I come to one of these events. She said she’s coming along tonight as well, so you should get to meet her.”
“Oh, isn’t she the bisexual one?”
“I don’t think it’s necessary to label her in that way, but yes, she is.”
I suppose the name of the place should have given me a clue, but I hadn't really expected everything at The Pink Club to be decorated in a sickly shade of pink. I don’t do pink. Some guys wear pink shirts or ties, but I never have and I never will.
“Wow. How cool. Pantone 219. Very on trend,” Seraphina murmured as she looked around. Of course she mixed with arty types who loved all that kind of crap.
“What can I get you to drink, Seraphina?”
“Just an orange juice, please. I don’t really drink,” she replied, as she nervously toyed with the silver necklace she was wearing, which seemed to be some sort of Celtic knot design.
“I suggest you have a couple of alcoholic drinks, just to help you relax, especially as you seem rather on edge,” I suggested. “Just one or two will be fine, as long as you don’t mix your drinks - keep to either wine or spirits.
“I don’t know. I think I ought to keep a clear head, I’m a bit of a lightweight when it comes to alcohol,” she confessed.
“I’m here and I won’t be drinking at all because I'm driving. So I’ll be watching out for you the whole time, but you really need to relax and let go. There’s no point in coming here and then sitting in the corner like a shy wallflower, is there?”
“I suppose you’re right,” she sighed, appearing to regret having come along at all, as she nervously looked around at all the other people.
~*~
What a difference two large mojito cocktails made. I sat at the bar and watched
in fascination, as Seraphina suddenly leapt up and headed for the dance floor to join the other people already dancing.
“I really love this track” she yelled over her shoulder as David Guetta’s ‘Little Bad Girl’ came on. Then she started dancing, smiling as she mouthed the lyrics about being a ‘bad boy’ at me.
Her dancing was really raunchy, sexy, and uninhibited. She moved her hips and threw her head back, as she ran her hands all over her body. She was spellbinding, especially in her tiny dress that was only just this side of decent.
Naturally she was stirring up a lot of interest, and it wasn’t long before a couple of girls moved in on her. They started dancing up to her, and at first Seraphina laughed with them and joined in, but when one girl held her face to kiss her, while the other ground into her from behind, I suddenly saw Seraphina start to freak and panic. She looked over at me with a look of sheer horror in her eyes.
I didn’t hesitate for a second. Her eyes were clearly begging for my help, so I headed straight over to the dance floor.
“This lady is with me.” I grabbed Seraphina round the waist and pulled her forcefully towards me.
“Liam! Thank God,” she whispered. She looked up into my eyes as she came to rest against me.
We froze as we made contact. Time stood still, as I gazed into those amazing, beautiful green eyes of hers. The DJ changed the mood by putting on a much slower track, and I found myself taking her hand in mine, as I held her close and slowly started dancing with her. It was as if our bodies melted together, hers so much smaller than mine as she fitted easily into my arms, nestled up against my chest. And it just felt so right and natural holding her, as if this was where she belonged, where she was meant to be. It felt as if she was mine, mine to look after and cherish.
I’d never experienced feeling this way before about a woman.
I wrapped my arm even more tightly around her waist, as I leant down to put my cheek against hers. Her skin was gorgeously soft, and I closed my eyes to drink in her presence as we continued to dance together. It was incredibly erotic as I felt her soft, warm curves moulding perfectly against me, and I started gently nuzzling her neck. She smelled wonderful, a unique mixture of sexy feminine musk and roses.
Somehow, my lips ended up on hers, a soft, gentle kiss at first, but as she put her arms around my neck and ran her fingers through the hair on the back of my neck, it quickly escalated into a scorching, passionately deep kiss, as our tongues danced and entwined with each other. She moaned softly as I found myself clutching her hips against my hardness while we continued to dance together.
Just as we broke off the kiss to stare breathlessly into each other’s eyes, a voice suddenly broke through the powerful spell between us.
“Well, Sera, it seems you’re not a baby dyke after all. You’ve only just got here, and despite the wide choice on hand, you’re already getting it on with a guy.”
“What? Oh, Abbey…well…that is…” Sera stuttered, as we quickly broke apart.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us?” this girl with artificially bright red hair asked, as she stood there with an amused smile plastered across her face.
“Abbey, this is Liam Starr, Jamie’s older brother. Liam, my friend Abbey King.” Sera said, as we both caught our breath and collected our scattered wits.
What the fuck had I been thinking, getting carried away like that?
“It was just an experiment. I thought I'd check out Seraphina’s responses after she’d rejected a couple of advances from some of the girls. Nothing more than that,” I stated firmly, ignoring the puzzled and hurt look Seraphina immediately shot in my direction.
I had to face facts. She’d had too much to drink, she wasn’t thinking straight, and I'd taken advantage of her inexperience and inebriated state, I told myself, trying desperately to ignore the incredible chemistry I'd felt between us.
But I want her, really want her.
“I see,” Abbey said as she looked closely at Sera and then me. “Looked pretty full on between you guys to me.”
“I'm always very thorough,” I stated coldly. It was for the best, and Sera would thank me in the morning. “But since we’ve established Seraphina actively responds to males, I think our mission has been accomplished, so I suggest we head off now?”
“I’ll just get my things,” Sera mumbled, as she slunk off in the direction of the cloakroom. Abbey continued to stare at me.
“Hmm. I know what I saw, and I've never seen Sera act that way with a guy before – ever. And trust me, there’ve been plenty who’ve tried their hardest with her. I would never have put you down as her type, but perhaps that’s been the whole issue. Perhaps she didn’t know what she really wanted. Until now maybe.”
“That is utter rubbish. Seraphina has just had too much to drink, which is entirely my fault. Most women can easily handle two cocktails, but I had no idea she had such a low tolerance to alcohol. So I take full responsibility and will of course ensure she gets home safely.”
“Whatever you say. So I take it you are now perfectly happy to let Sera go off and spend the night with Jamie after the Spring Ball tomorrow?”
“Of course. We’ve just confirmed she isn’t gay. That was the whole point of the exercise, wasn’t it?” I lied through gritted teeth.
The truth was it was going to kill me to let her go, but what could I do? So I felt a strong physical attraction to her, big deal. For fuck’s sake, she was my brother’s very young, virginal girlfriend, remember? I had no right to think of her in any other way. All I’d done was prove a point with her. Job done. Now it was time to step back and let her go back to him.
After an extremely awkward drive back, where Seraphina didn’t speak a single word to me, I felt I had to say something as I saw her to the door.
“Well, at least I think we’ve established you’re not gay, so now you can go to the ball with Jamie safe in that knowledge.”
“Thank you so much for that, Mr. Starr. I am deeply indebted to your vast experience and exceptional prowess for enlightening me so efficiently. I’m sure it must have been highly amusing for you to have had such an easy conquest,” she replied sarcastically. “Oh, and by Monday, all my work for your company rebranding will be at a stage where I can hand it over to your team, so I’ll drop it into the office for them to take over.”
And then she slammed the door in my face.
Chapter 15
Jamie
Sera seemed in a rather odd mood at the Spring Ball, but I wasn’t really complaining. She started drinking as soon as we arrived, asking for a large mojito, knocking it back quickly before immediately asking for another.
“Steady on,” I warned her. “You need to pace yourself, especially as you don’t usually drink very much at all.”
As I was far more used to drinking, I was already on my fourth large drink while she was still on her second. As we were staying the night, it wasn’t as if we had to worry about getting home.
“I’m just trying to relax and get in the mood,” she insisted. “I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Of course it is, but I don’t want you passing out on me. Come and get something to eat to soak up the alcohol,” I told her. We headed over to the buffet before all the decent food went, and I made sure she ate something. I was so excited about this night that we were finally about to spend together, and I didn’t want to risk anything spoiling our plans.
Seraphina looked amazing, of course. She had her hair partly up and partly loose. She was wearing a scarlet coloured evening dress, the main part of which seemed to consist of lots of ribbons and different pieces of fabric hanging down, with tantalising slits in the underskirt that revealed her legs as she walked and danced. The top part was cut very low, with just tiny narrow ribbons holding it up, giving the impression they could give way at any moment, which could have proved interesting. She explained that it was one of her friend Abbey’s designs, and I told her I thought her friend was very talented. It was a very sex
y dress, no question.
“I'm glad you like it,” she replied. “Come on, let’s dance.”
And then she headed straight for the dance floor, practically dragging me with her. I don’t know what had happened to the quiet, shy, restrained girl from before, but Sera was acting like a wild and provocative creature tonight. I guessed that was just the effect of the alcohol, loosening her up to shed some of her inhibitions.
When a slow number came on, she immediately threw herself in my arms, and then looked up into my face, studying me closely as if she was looking for something. I just pulled her closer to me, and enjoyed feeling her body up against me.
“We don’t have to stay right to the end of the ball,” I whispered in her ear. “We can sneak off to our room any time we like.”
We’d dropped our bags off there earlier when we’d first arrived. I was a bit disappointed as the room was not exactly luxurious, in fact it was pretty tatty, but it met my main criteria in that it had a double bed, so I wasn’t that worried.
“Kiss me,” Sera suddenly insisted.
“Okay,” I grinned, thrilled that she was finally so enthusiastic.
I bent down and kissed her, as she reached up and knotted her fingers in my hair. She seemed almost desperate as she clung to me, and I guessed that finally all her sexual tension was being released.
“Jamie, what do you feel?” she whispered, as we came up for air. She was staring into my eyes with a puzzled look.
“Oh Babe, can't you tell? This is what I feel,” I whispered back, as I ground my rock solid erection into her. “I want you so much. We’ve waited so long, haven’t we?”
I ran my hands over her back, and then cupped her bottom to pull her to me so she was in no doubt about how keen I was, as she could feel my cock impatiently straining to be released. She felt so amazingly sexy, and I couldn’t wait to get her into bed. I just hoped I wasn’t going to embarrass myself by coming too quickly, but as it would be her first time, she probably wouldn't be expecting too much, and I'd make it up to her the next few times.