We Love Kink - Erotic Romance Anthology #1
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“These guys are gonna be absorbed here as long as that stage is full. I’m good to go.”
The other man smiled and motioned for him to lead the way, so Nate headed over.
Bailey watched as the way too intimidating owner of Raising Cane walked into the room with another man and she tried her best to appear like a sub who knew what the hell she was doing. He had with him the guy she’d been trying not to stare at all night. Bailey’s stomach tied itself in knots as she tried to act calm.
This was all Michelle’s fault. Her BFF had been after her forever about coming here. They both read erotic romance like it was their drug of choice and although neither of them had any actual experience with BDSM, they were both convinced they were submissives.
One problem with that. Neither of them had any idea how to find Doms. It’s not like they were in the yellow pages. She’d looked.
The boyfriends they’d each had here and there hadn’t been good fits for the lifestyle. It was a real eye opening experience for the both of them. Chelle had worked up the nerve to broach the subject to her guy first. To disastrous results. She’d then gone over their talk and what followed with Bailey in hopes that things would go better for her. They hadn’t. At all. In fact, after a side by side comparison, Bailey was convinced her experience was worse.
With a dawning sense of enlightenment, they’d both come to the same conclusion: The male ego is fragile as fuck.
Even with the guys Michelle went for, that were all strong badasses who seem so confident and sure of themselves, as soon as you question their lovemaking or ask them to step outside their comfort zone, they crumbled.
So, they’d hit the net and found this club. It meant a forty five minute drive into the city for them, but they were too excited at the prospects of being in a club like their favorite books described to care.
Since this was beginners night, they’d gotten in without having a membership. There was a questionnaire/waiver they’d had to fill out if they wanted to participate rather than just observe, so the two of them had made sure to cross every T and dot every I. Of course, Bailey and she had lied their asses off, but that didn’t concern either of them overmuch.
They’d just paid the cover charge, turned in their belongings over to the coat check girl at the front desk, then waltzed right in like it was any old night club and not a din of tantalizing opportunities.
They’d been instructed by the dazzling Xavier that the main floor was for mingling and getting to know each other. Sex-unless it was a demonstration scene- was not allowed on the main floor. That was reserved exclusively for the upstairs play rooms. As the night had wore on, she’d transitioned from ‘I’m just going to observe tonight’ to ‘I hope I make it upstairs.’ And though she hadn’t examined it too closely, the person she’d envisioned making that trip upstairs with was being led directly toward her.
He wasn’t dressed as a Dom but there was something about the way he moved that went beyond his clothing choices. Which were strictly in the beer commercial category. Jeans and a flannel button up over a solid black tee shirt. The guy wasn’t too tall, which worked for her-she was put off by guys that loomed over her- and he was cute rather than gorgeous. As he drew closer she noticed the waves in his dark hair and that his eyes were a warm chocolatey brown. He made her want to lick her lips.
No hawk like nose or razor sharp cheekbones like her book boyfriends here, but there was something in his face and the way he moved that made every instinct in Bailey’s body sit up and listen.
“Bailey.” She’d been so caught up in watching the man with him that when Xavier spoke her name she jumped about a foot in the air.
Wow, big scary guy remembered her name after only hearing it once hours ago along with the three other women he’d led into this room.
“Yes, Sir?” Bailey only barely remembered to tack on the sir at the last second and lower her eyes. Since she and Michelle had both lied and said they were experienced submissives, she was positive she was going to do something to give them both away.
“May I present Nate for your consideration?” He motioned between them in a very formal manner and Bailey felt a quiver of panic; was she supposed to bow now? Curtsy? She was drawing a blank on introductions from her beloved novels.
“Hey.” Nate said almost bashfully. “How’s it going?”
At his less than formal greeting, Xavier shot him a dubious look for a moment then turned back to her.
“Nate is interested in finding a companion for the evening. Does he suit you, pet?” Wow. Just like that? No fumbling small talk about jobs or clichés like the weather? No awkward does he like me; or the dreaded will he ask me to dance? (Because she had two left feet and any guy who asked her to dance once, never made the same mistake twice.)
She risked lifting her eyes to meet his for a moment and thought he was the most non-dominant Dom she could have imagined. But, he was intriguing in his casual wear and almost comical expression with his lips pulled down in a mock-serious frown. And there was no denying she’d been eyeing him all night and hoping he’d pick her. Bailey bit her own lips to keep from smiling and lowered her eyes once again with a nod. “He suits me just fine, sir.”
“That’s good then.” He placed one warm large palm on her shoulder. “Allow me one moment to have a private word with Nate then. Kneel here please. Full protocol.” Shit. What the hell was full protocol? Bailey dropped to her knees, kept her head down and clasped her hands behind her back. If that wasn’t right, he could either ignore it or call her out. She could always claim her so called experience hadn’t included full protocol, and heck, she wouldn’t even be lying.
She’d either gotten it right or he chose not to comment, because he and Nate stepped about ten feet away without another word to her.
Peeking through her lashes, Bailey watched as Xavier talked with an intense expression on his face and Nate did a lot of nodding with a thoughtful frown. He kept switching from his arms folded over his chest to stuffing his hands in his back pockets, and she couldn’t have been more charmed.
Bailey had watched Xavier lead two different men back here so far tonight and offer them to the other anxiously waiting subs, and each time he’d had a private word with the Doms before he’d allowed them to walk out. She would have given every penny of the last thirty-seven dollars in her checking account to know what was being said.
As the men walked back to where she waited for them, Bailey quickly lowered her eyes, pulled back her shoulders and sucked in her tummy. And prayed to God they couldn’t tell she had no idea what she was doing.
There was a beautiful woman dressed in nothing but a corset over one of those flowy white dresses that look like they are made from tissue paper kneeling at his feet. Waiting for him to take the lead. Nate didn’t have a clue what he was supposed to do now, but for a chance to be with her, he’d put on a cape and mask and call himself Zorro if that’s what it took.
Xavier started by asking him if he would be comfortable topping Bailey, because although he could tell Nate wasn’t an experienced Dom and she’d registered herself as an experienced submissive, he could tell she was nervous and unsure of her surroundings.
Xavier wanted to make sure Nate was up to the challenge. Was he kidding? Zorro to the rescue, man. He’d done a lot of thoughtful pauses and nodding in order to avoid talking and saying something that would out him as the clueless moron he felt like, and it worked. The guy had given him a penetrating stare at first and Nate had been sure his bluff was about to be called. But the guy didn’t say another word, just turned and led him back.
“I’ll leave you to it then. I believe the captain’s quarters has yet to be claimed this evening. In her lovely outfit she is the embodiment of a damsel in distress.”
And with that he’d walked away.
Nate stood silent for a moment and a part of him wanted to cut and run. He’d been with plenty of women. He wasn’t an ogre after all. This was beyond his wildest imagination though. As Na
te looked down at her he could see the way the corset offered up her lovely breasts and wanted to drool. Her shoulders were bare and he had an insane urge to run his tongue along the line of her collarbone. On the heels of that alluring thought came another; he could do it. She was kneeling there because she was offering herself to him.
He knew enough about women-if not BDSM-to know that she wasn’t offering him this gift so he could pounce on her and take what he wanted. No, this was about her trusting him to give her what she wanted. It was a hellova thing. No encounter he’d ever had up until this point had ever felt this important.
“Rise.” He said, because it was the only Dom-like thing he could think to say to get her off the floor.
When she did, graceful as a dancer he swallowed hard. “Follow me.” Then he ruined his imperious command when the lifetime of manners his mother had drilled into his brain took over and he motioned for her to go ahead of him.
She either didn’t notice or was cool enough not to point out his blunder and walked toward the stairs. All in all, Nate thought it worked out pretty good as he got to watch the gentle bounce of her ass with every step she took. By the time they’d reached the landing and found the door to the captain’s quarters with its round window and rough braided rope doorframe, he was ravenous to have her.
Bailey walked into the captain’s quarters on bare feet. She’d chosen the outfit she had on for two reasons. The first, the sheer dress that was really a bathing suit cover-up and the corset that was part of a leftover Halloween costume were within her budget since free was the most she could afford. And second, when she’d bought the cover up years ago, it reminded her of grassy meadows and windswept beaches the first time she’d laid eyes on it in the store. Back then she’d envisioned herself as a maiden from a bygone era. As she walked across the rough wooden planks, Bailey was in awe. The room was so elaborately decorated she could’ve sworn it was swaying on the ocean’s current. Bailey allowed herself to fall fully and completely into the fantasy and hoped that her ‘captor’ felt the same.
She knew they were supposed to have the ‘negotiation’ conversation before embarking on any scene, but now that they were in the room she really didn’t want to yank them out of character to do it. As a really crazy idea occurred to her, Bailey said to herself ‘why not’ and decided to throw herself into the fantasy before she thought too hard and lost her nerve.
“Oh, please, sir!” She swung around to face him with a flounce of her filmy skirt and dropped to her knees to wrap her arms around his legs. So into the moment she felt tears prickle her eyes as she gazed up at him and begged. “Please! Don’t make me walk the plank! I’ll do anything you want.” She sat back a bit and pressed her arms to her sides so her breasts plumped even more than the corset already had them. “Anything.”
“You will?” He looked surprised for a moment then he quickly schooled his features into the brooding expression he’d had earlier and crossed his arms over his chest. “I mean. You will.”
When he just continued to stand there, she wondered if he was maybe worried about the negotiation talk as well. They hadn’t discussed limits or preferences or anything. She took a deep breath and tried again. “You can flog me or paddle me or even tie me up and have your dastardly way with me and I’ll never tell you where my treasure is hidden! Never!” That should be clear enough, she thought, more than a little proud of her cleverness. But she added in one last bit just to be safe. “In fact.” Bailey told him with her best watery yet brave voice. “You won’t even hear me say ‘treasure’ again unless you’ve beaten me to my breaking point.”
When Nate nodded again and started to circle her in slow measured steps Bailey bowed her head with a grateful sigh.
He would take over now. Take over her mind, take over her body, and it would be everything she’d always dreamed it would be. Please God let it be.
“You’ll really do anything I want?” He asked her. Such was her excitement she didn’t even mind that he sounded more like a kid in awe than a rogue sea captain. She nodded, daring a peek up through her lashes.
“Anything I ask?”
“Anything.” She whispered.
“Prove it.” He said and took a seat on the edge of the four poster bed. “Stand up and come to me.” He pointed to a spot between his feet. Bailey took a gulp of air for courage before she pushed herself up. Her bare feet felt the deep grooves in the grain of the floorboards and with each step the fantasy seemed more real and less like role play. It was a heady thing.
When she stood between his spread feet, the trembling in her limbs was anything but acting.
“You’re shaking.” He whispered it as he tucked a lock of her hair behind one ear. “Scared? You can back out you know.” He told her, then made her heart turn a happy little flip when he proved he’d gotten her hints about safe words and limits by adding; “Just tell me where your treasure is and we can end this here and now.”
“No.” She said vehemently. “I’ll never tell a scoundrel like you!” And did her best to look defiant and alluring at the same time.
“Then take off the corset.” He told her. The shaking in her hands made the task take twice as long as it normally did. Finally, it fell to the floor with a satisfying clatter.
“Show me your breasts.” The way the words were whispered -in a low gravelly tone- caused a funny sort of quiver in her tummy and drew Bailey deeper into the fantasy.
He hadn’t told her to lose the dress completely, so she slowly lifted her hand to first one off-shoulder puff of a sleeve then the other. Once both of the puffy cap sleeves were down she brought her hands to the tie between her cleavage and tugged. As the material loosened and started to slip, Bailey watched Nate’s face. His focus was absolute and the rush of revealing herself like this made her head swim.
He watched her the way she’d always imagined a true lover would. Not like some guy who was more concerned with his own pleasure than hers, but like a man who saw her body as a gift to be relished. It made her blood beat thick and hot in her veins and caused her breathing to change from fast and erratic to deep breathy pants.
With almost no hesitation, she curled the fingers of one hand over the edge of the right side and slowly, tantalizingly, revealed one full breast. The sound he made was somewhere between a growl and a command for more, so she repeated the same motion on the left until both were revealed completely.
In her imagination the ship swayed as a storm built around them. Bailey lost herself in the scene, almost believing that she was a captive maiden in the den of a dashing, heartless pirate. The lighting helped keep the feeling life-like since the room was only illuminated by two flickering wall sconces. The warm golden hue they cast gilded her flesh until she looked like a sun-bronzed beach bunny and she was grateful for it since it wasn’t even spring yet and she was about as tan as Casper the friendly Ghost.
Nate certainly didn’t seem to mind. He lifted thick stubby lashes to stare into her eyes for one electric moment. And though he didn’t say the words out loud, his implication was clear.
Last chance to back out.
Backing out was the last thing Bailey wanted. To prove it, she lowered her arms and the dress pooled at her feet without a sound. She bit her lip at the change that brought to his expression.
Those chocolate brown eyes that moments ago had flecks of gold, went obsidian and his soft charming expression transformed in a blink to something stark and foreboding. This was the Dom she’d imagined in her fantasies. A man crazed with lust for her and her alone.
Oh shit. Bailey bit her lip to keep from saying that aloud and then he pounced.
Without warning, Nate’s arm banded around her waist and she was yanked over and under him to the bed in a move so fast and flawless she couldn’t track it. Calloused hands the size of dinner plates then cupped either side of her face and his mouth was on her. His kiss was tongue and lips and even teeth and it set her on fire. Never had Bailey been kissed like this. Like her very life depende
d on it and suddenly she was ravenous. Starving for more. More of his kiss, of his hands, of his body. It didn’t matter. She wanted more of him. She wanted everything.
With a groan his mouth broke away from hers and he sucked and bit his way across her neck and to her ear where he ordered in a gruff demand; “Hands up or I’m not going to last.” Bailey didn’t register what he said and if she had she probably wouldn’t have complied as it felt so incredible to clutch at him and squeeze the straining muscles of his back. He took the option away from her however by reaching for them and manacling both her wrists in one fist. And almost roughly pinned them above her head.
“Holy shit that’s hot.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Glad you like it. Now where was I?”
Then his lips wrapped around one pebbled nipple and they both moaned in ecstasy. With strong pulls of suction she swore she could feel in her womb, Nate suckled at her breast like a man possessed. His tongue did crazy things as he sucked, awakening every nerve ending in her body and making it impossible for Bailey to hold still. She fought his hold on her hands even as her legs rubbed up and down his, then clamped around him to press their hips together. They both shuddered. She cried out from the unbearable tease of it. She’d never had sex so good that it made her cry out before, he hadn’t even undressed yet and already she was lost in his embrace.