Trace & Tori [The ShadowDance Club 4] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Avery Gale

  “Take a couple of minutes to look around, Tori. I’m going to take a quick shower, and when I return, I expect you to be bent over the edge of the bed with your legs spread wide and your back arched so that the first thing I see when I exit the bath is your gorgeous ass and your sweet pussy all red and swollen from your release. Don’t clean it up, I want to see your juices making your cunt all shiny and ready for me.” He saw her eyes flash with something that looked much too close to embarrassment, so he continued. “I saw that look, and don’t you dare be ashamed of the juices I was so pleased to feel, smell, and taste. Your release was a gift you gave to me, and if I ask that you leave the evidence of that gift and present it to me again, I’ll accept no less.” With those words, he moved to the bath and left her standing, stunned by his words, at the door.

  When she finally realized he had gone, she remembered his instructions to look around, and she enjoyed the opportunity to explore his bedroom. The room was enormous with floor-to-ceiling windows all along one side, and she could see through the windows that there must be a deck outside the French doors at the center of the wall of windows. Peering out the doors she would see the deck was large and had tiny lights highlighting the edges and steps that led down. There was a hot tub that she was sure would easily accommodate ten people and nice set of loungers with a small table between them. She could imagine him entertaining a special guest and then unwinding out here where he would have a gorgeous view of his backyard and the spectacular mountains beyond. The tiny lights looked like fairies dancing on the snow, and she didn’t even realize she was still standing mesmerized by the sight until she felt Trace’s hands on her waist.

  “Princess, this is not where you were supposed to be, but I’m willing to give you a pass on this if you’ll share your thoughts with me.” Trace had come out of the shower faster than he would have normally because he just couldn’t wait any longer to get inside Tori, so he hadn’t been surprised that she wasn’t in position yet. But he had been surprised to find her gazing out at the back deck as if lost in the view.

  He’d watched her reflection in the windows for several long seconds, and she had seemed to be focused on the lights twinkling at the wood deck’s edge. He had put the lights along the edge as a safety measure, but had often found himself standing in this very spot lost in thought with his gaze focused in the exact same spot she seemed to be watching.

  Tori surprised him when she turned and looked up at him, her pupils dilated and her expression sincere. “I’m sorry I wasn’t where I was supposed to be. I just got so lost in thought looking out onto the deck that I guess I lost track of time. It’s so lovely out there, and the lights look like tiny fairies dancing on top of the snow. I just kind of fell into that frame of thought and zoned out. I noticed the large hot tub and knew that you must entertain um…well, umm, special friends out there in the summer. I could almost see you relaxing back on the chaise lounge afterward with a drink on the table. You’d be able to enjoy what I’m sure is an amazing view no matter the season.” She tucked her chin and dropped her gaze after her sincere reply, but not before he’d seen the longing in her eyes. There was something so special about this woman, he was amazed at how connected he felt to her, and they had really only just met.

  Lifting her chin so that her eyes met his, he spoke slowly. “Princess, you are one amazing woman. Everything you said about the lights and the snow? I have had those exact same thoughts. The only thing you didn’t get right was the part about the special guests being on that deck or in this bedroom or in my home. I think this is a good time to tell you that I have not had any women, aside from the wives of friends or members of my family, in my home since my wife died, and none of those women have ever been in this room. And this house had barely gotten off the architect’s table when Nan died so we never shared it as our home.” He could feel her relax in to his arms. Aha, so my little sub is a bit possessive. Good to know, because I don’t share either. He enjoyed bringing in another Dom if he knew it was something his sub would enjoy, but any sharing was confined to scenes. Even though he had several friends who either had or were pursuing polyamorous relationships, he knew that would never be for him. “Now, let’s get you into position, I want to have a look at what you have entrusted to me.”

  Tori felt her breathing accelerate in anticipation and knew her pussy was already weeping. She tried to block out the fact that this handsome man was going to be looking at her most private parts. She half chuckled at her own foolishness.

  “Want to share what you find so funny, princess?” Tori thought she heard a note of irritation in his voice, and she certainly didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

  She turned to face him and said, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t laughing at you. I was thinking about how ridiculous it is to feel embarrassed about you looking at my, well, um…my privates when you have already made me come twice. And I’m pretty sure you have seen women naked before, so it won’t really be any big deal for you.”

  Trace moved so fast she didn’t even realize he had until she found herself laid over his lap. What the heck happened and when did he sit on this chair? Holy shit but he moves fast.

  Trace gave two sharp swats to both ass cheeks and watched as they turned pink immediately. “Stop making it seem as if you are not anything special. I’ve had enough of that, and I have warned you, but you don’t seem to be figuring it out, so I’ll try another approach.” The next swats were right on top of the crease between her ass and upper thighs, Trace knew she would feel those with every step she took for the rest of the evening, and that was exactly the reminder he was after. Trace knew a lot of Doms who thought the harder the spanking the more it taught a lesson, but he had never found that to be true. He liked to use well-placed stinging swats that would leave a tenderness long after the spanking was done as a reminder of the sub’s error.

  “Now, I’m going to give you four more spanks, and I want you to count them after each one, do you understand, Tori? I want to make it perfectly clear that you are getting this punishment because you continue to diminish your value to me, and I have simply listened to all I intend to of that bullshit.”

  Tori’s voice was shaky and he could tell she was crying. He knew she wasn’t in great pain, but her reaction was more likely because she felt bad for letting him down. She was clearly a person who liked to please others, and his displeasure with her would be what was really causing her tears. She carefully counted off the last four swats, and when they were over, he pulled her up and onto his lap so he could wipe her tears. “Sweetness, you are an amazing woman, and I want you to understand how very special you are. I have helped train many subs, and I was married to a woman who tried to be a sub for many years before we both gave up on the idea. But you? Oh, princess, you are something so very precious, and I can’t stand it when you don’t recognize the fact that I am enchanted by you.”

  Tori looked up into his eyes and couldn’t detect any hint of sarcasm or teasing. Could he really see something in her that no other man had seen? The two guys she’d dated in college had never cared anything about making sure she felt valued, and her stalker in Houston had just wanted to own her. Just the thought of Officer Gary George still had the power to make her almost physically ill. She knew Trace had only given her the spanking to make her realize how many times she had devalued herself and for some odd reason that had endeared him to her even more. The only thing troubling about the spanking was how hot it had made her, and she really didn’t understand how that could be.

  She remembered reading somewhere about how closely pleasure and pain were interpreted by the brain. At the time she had discounted that figuring the words had obviously been written by a masochist. But now she was going to have to re-think that observation. And for just a minute she wondered what other misconceptions she might be harboring about her own sexuality.

  Using his thumbs to remove her tears, he watched her sweet face as she tried to process all the feelings she was being bombarded with. �
�Let me take a guess here and speculate that you are wondering why a spanking would turn you on so much, am I right, princess?” Bingo! Boy, I sure hope you don’t play poker, Tori.

  When Tori tried to turn her head, Trace held her face to his, he wasn’t going to let her hide her face as she spoke to him. “Yes, I just don’t understand it at all. It didn’t really hurt so much as it stung, but the fire seemed to go to umm…well, to other parts of me…and in a big hurry, too.”

  Trace didn’t even try to suppress his chuckle. “Well, sweetness, there are some really complicated answers to that question, but the short version is, the body’s interpretation of sexual pleasure and pain are very, very similar, and the line is easily blurred. I see from your expression you aren’t convinced. I’ll explain more about that later, but right now, I want to see exactly how that spanking affected you, so up you go. And I want you to move over to the bed and get into position, right now.”

  Tori hurried to get her body positioned as Trace had indicated earlier. As he stood back and looked at her he couldn’t help but send up a prayer of thanks to God, because she was fucking perfect. Her lushly rounded ass was a beautiful red, the tops of her long legs formed a perfect frame for her pussy lips that were swollen with arousal and glistened beautifully with her juices.

  Trace could just make out the soft round curves of her breasts and wondered how she would react to nipple clamps or even better nipple clamps that were attached to a clit clamp so that each breath she took caused a pull on both ends of a jeweled chain. He was already designing it in his head and would talk to their local jeweler as soon as possible. Climax was lucky enough to have a hometown craftsman who was also a Dom, so he was always more than happy to craft specialty kink items on the side. Trace had heard the man’s kink line was selling like wildfire through his website. Trace made a mental note to check it out now that he had a woman to decorate. Wow! When did I start thinking about Tori as my woman? Fuck! Who am I kidding? She was mine the minute I laid eyes on her outside the bar.

  Running his hands up her thighs, he positioned his engorged cock at her entrance and pushed in to the hilt. He heard her gasp in surprise and was grateful she was so wet and ready for him. “Oh, sweetness you are so very wet for me. That makes me awfully happy as well as extremely horny. And the feel of your pussy rippling along my cock is something just this side of heaven. I could happily stay right here the rest of my days.” Trace began to slowly withdraw from her depths and then set a random pace so she was always trying to stretch back and get just a bit more. He wanted to keep her right on the edge while he built her up further and further, he planned to give her an orgasm that she would remember forever, and he would do it, too, even if his cock was screaming for him to get on with it.

  “Feel how the ridge at the bottom of the head caresses the inside of your vagina? Can you feel my cock pulsing with a need to release that is so desperate it is almost a raging fire? That is what you do to me, princess. You tear down every defense I have, and I am reduced to pure need when I’m inside you. Grab on to the covers, princess, because I’m going to fuck you hard, and I don’t want you moving away from me.” As soon as he saw her delicate fingers grip the coverlet on top of the bed, he began a brutal pounding into her sweet depths. With each stroke he could feel his cock hitting her cervix, God she felt amazing. Just as he felt the telltale flutters of her internal muscles, he pulled out and turned her so that her ass was just barely over the edge of the bed. Trace pulled her legs up so that they hung over his arms, and he shoved his cock back in all the way. He loved this position because he could easily tilt her so his cock would slide over that ultimate spongy spot inside and send her straight in to orbit the minute he was ready. He could also see her face, and he loved watching her breast jiggle each time he bottomed out inside her. She was so small framed that he could literally tilt her up enough that he could see the movement of his cock from the outside of her lower abdomen, God what a rush that was. Before he realized it, the moment was there, and he tilted her up and took her with him right over the edge into space.

  Tori didn’t even realize it was coming, but her body responded to something Trace had done, and instantly she saw a million colors explode in her vision. She felt as if she’d been caught in some kind of time warp or fallen into a vortex of some kind because it was as if she had left her body for several seconds. She heard a scream, and she remembered wondering who the hell was screaming, but she didn’t really care at that moment either. Something in the back of her mind told her that she was the one making all the noise, but then she remembered Trace’s shout of completion and knew he had found release also, and it warmed her heart to know she had helped him get there.

  She felt as if she was floating just off the bed. When she felt Trace move from the bed, she didn’t even have enough energy to stir. When he returned he used a warm, damp washcloth to wipe away the stickiness between her thighs before blotting the area dry. There was a small place in the back of her mind that protested the action as too intimate, but she was so spent she could only manage to groan and try to close her legs. “Hold on, princess, you’ll sleep much better after I have cleaned you a bit. It is a Dom’s privilege to care for his sub in all ways, and I want to make sure you rest comfortably.” His soft tones soothed her, and she let the darkness wash over her as she fell into a deep sleep.

  Trace watched her sleep for a long while, entranced at how she calmed with his words and touch. She was made just for me. She is amazing. Mine! He was no longer surprised by his connection to her and wondered how he had gotten so lucky to find two women during his lifetime that were so perfect for him. He and Nan had been college sweethearts, and he’d loved her more than life itself. He’d been disappointed that she had never been able to embrace his lifestyle, but their sex life had been rich, and he wouldn’t trade their time together for anything in the world. But Tori was his other half, her sexual needs meshed with his beautifully, and he considered for long moments how he was going to keep her safe if her stalker found her, and he was fairly certain the bastard wouldn’t give up easily. Deciding to check in with Dylan and Alex about the progress they’d made, he moved the covers so that Tori would be warm while he stepped from the room to make the calls.

  Chapter 8

  Cort Douglas couldn’t remember a time when he his emotions had swung so far from one extreme to the other. Holding Sally in his arms because she’d been abused by a Dom at ShadowDance was a study in those extremes that was for sure. On one end, he was outraged at the way she’d been treated and couldn’t wait for her to settle down enough he’d be able to find out exactly how she’d found herself in such a dangerous predicament. But on the other hand, holding her tiny form against his chest, feeling her soft breath wash over his neck like a warm summer breeze was as close to heaven as he’d experienced in years.

  People assumed because he trained the subs for The ShadowDance Club that he used his access for unlimited sex, but that had never been the case. He’d been at the Lamonts’ club for several years and had been the trainer for almost that entire time, and not once had he had sex at The Club or with a sub he was training. Once he’d laid eyes on Sally he’d lost all interest in other women, she was everything he’d never known he’d wanted. She worked as the head of the Housekeeping Department at ShadowDance, and he was sure he’d never known anyone who worked harder. She was well liked by everyone who knew her, and the staff that worked under her supervision raved about her.

  Alex and Zach had marveled at how quickly she had transposed a department that had given them nothing but trouble into the one area they never had to tend to. She’d help set up on-site child care for her coworkers with Alex and Zach’s help and their absenteeism rate had fallen to virtually nothing. Cort knew she was living in a small guest cottage at the back of the ranch, and he often saw her outside playing with her young daughter.

  When he felt her begin to settle, Cort moved so that he could speak to her face-to-face. “Sally, we need to disc
uss what happened here tonight. Are you up to helping me understand how this came about?” Cort knew he’d have to tread carefully because of his personal interest in her. He certainly didn’t want to make her ashamed of her actions or fearful of his response. When she nodded her assent he continued. “All right, thank you for that. Now, during his ravings to Alex and Zach, Master Jacobs mentioned you’d turned him down before, what made you agree to a scene with him tonight?”

  Sally took several deep breaths before she looked directly into his eyes and answered in a shaky voice. “He told me you ordered it, that because I hadn’t agreed to be with him before, he had taken it to you, and as the trainer for The Club’s submissives, you had told him he should tell me I was to allow it as a punishment for being so picky.” Cort stared at her totally speechless. He could only sit in stunned silence and watch as tears ran down her cheeks in steady rivulets.

  When he didn’t respond immediately, she continued, “I didn’t want you to be disappointed in me, so I agreed even though I was so scared of him I could hardly breathe. I love ShadowDance, and I didn’t want to do anything that might threaten my good standing here.” The sorrow he saw in her eyes nearly broke his heart, and for a few seconds all he could do was pull her into his tight embrace and try to get his emotions settled. The last thing she needed was the out-of-control response that kept threatening to erupt.

  Several minutes later, he’d finally regained enough control to speak in what he hoped was his normal, controlled Dom/Trainer voice. “Never, ever would I make such a decision. He did not speak to me about you or your refusal to scene with him, and if he had I would have come to you immediately to hear your side. I want you to know that you…and only you make the decisions about what happens to you at ShadowDance. Safe, sane, and consensual are not trite words we give lip service to, they are the guiding tenants of everything that occurs in this club. Those words are in place to protect you, sweetness.”