by Dawn, P.
“Do you mind rubbing yourself off somewhere else, Sam? That’s something I don’t want to see.” I turn with the file in my hand, and his pale face has me shaking my head. “Get the fuck out of my office, and the next time you need something, pick up the fucking phone or I’ll have you fired.”
He takes the file and leaves my office. I watch him move like an Olympic speed-walker down the corridor to his own, and I slam my door.
“Fucking slimeball!” I whisper shout and kick leg the of the table.
Pain shoots through my foot and into my ankle. I open my mouth wide and cover it with my hand to stifle my roar of agony. I take off my heeled court shoe and look down at my foot. My big toe is red and beginning to swell.
“Oh, just fucking great,” I complain. “That’s all I need.”
I’d been in a shitty mood since the restaurant yesterday and not being able to talk about it has only made me feel worse. I’m the world’s worst pain in the ass when I’m pissed. And right now, bottling it all up is making my chest tight.
I pick up my purse and search through for a new bottle of Advil, and I see my membership card. I chew my lower lip and tap my fingers on the edge of the table. The one place I know I can go to, to do whatever the fuck I want and not be judged for it, and I know at least one person there who I can talk to without feeling like a fuck up.
Chapter 9
I’m sitting in my room, clicking through different items on the internet shopping site. It’s amazing the things you can buy on there and also stuff I would never have thought would be available. Well, the last thing I want is for a parcel to arrive for me and find it has the name of the ‘Floggers for You’ site on it. Sadie would freak out and want to know why the hell I’m looking at a purple restraint set. My stomach flutters as I add the item to my cart. There are so many different items, but I like the look of the one with a black lace overlay, just like the masks at House. Warmth spreads down to my pussy as I add the set and make the purchase.
“Yes, I would like it by tomorrow,” I say out loud, now thankful I’d decided to get the next-day service, and I know I’m going to keep it going if I’m going to make more purchases like this in the future.
After another hour, I’ve also ordered a sexy push-up corset in black—black is always sexy—and a red, lace-through-top floral corset. The gap in the front will show my tits through the ribbon, and I feel wet already thinking how erotic it would feel to wear that. A couple of ruffle skirts and a pair of steampunk gloves and I complete my purchase. It’s an hour before the club opens and I have a need I want fulfilling tonight. There’s nothing holding me back now; I’m going in with an open mind and a willing heart.
I’ve had three beers now, and I haven’t seen Butterfly yet—if she’s even here. I’ve caught glimpses of Fuchsia in a tiny white strapless dress as she’s been fleeting from the previous room and the bar, and as I see her again, I want to find out where she’s going. The archway at the other side of the dance floor is dark, but I’ve seen people coming and going. That’s where Fuchsia has just disappeared, and my nosey ass gets up to follow her.
There’s no corridor. Instead, there’s a narrow stairwell leading down to the next floor. The walls are painted black with a gold border around the top and bottom, and there are curved mirrors following the pattern of the steps. I reach the bottom and find myself in a corridor that doesn’t seem to fit the building.
Probably customized the basement.
I see closed doors and pass one that’s open. I remember the rules; I don’t want to watch, but a movement catches my eye, and I see a couple in a small room on a huge bed surrounded by candles on various surfaces. The spread-eagled man’s wrists and ankles are cuffed to the metal frame, and I see Lily from the last time running a long, silver stick with a flat piece at the end over his chest. I’m transfixed on the slow but precise movements when she turns to me and kisses the air in my direction.
“Bunny,” a voice says from behind me, and I jump almost out of my skin and squeal. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Fuchsia’s holding back her laugh. “Where the fuck did you come from?” I ask instead of chewing her out for scaring me.
“In there,” she says, thumbing towards the door behind her. “A group wishes to use it, so I made the arrangements for their needs.”
Oh, I want details!
No, you’re a pervert, Jaime!
I try to stop my head from having another argument with itself by just letting it go.
Fuchsia breaks my thoughts. “What are you doing down here?”
My face heats. “I followed you,” I admit. “I saw you coming and going, so I decided to see where you’d gone. Then I saw…” she looks over my shoulder into the room.
The man is groaning with pleasure, and there are light slapping noises coming from that direction.
Fuchsia takes my hand and starts walking. I look into the room one more time, and my head is screaming at me ‘you’re a pervert, Jaime!’ and I grit my teeth. Lily taps the square end of the stick in a sudden movement against the man’s chest, and he moans again.
“That’s a riding crop.” Fuchsia offers no more information as she leads me up the stairs and back to the bar.
Two hours I’ve been here and I’ve seen another rope display—which I made mental notes for my delivery, Lily giving a man pleasure by whacking him with a horse whip, and now I’m watching people just randomly making out and performing their own versions of flogging and tying up. They all look like they’re having fun, and now I understand more of the appeal of this place. A misplaced whip is forgiven quickly, practicing flogging techniques treated as education, and some just for others to watch for pleasure. This isn’t something you could do in a more hardcore place. I pretty much think you’d be expected to know what the fuck you were doing. I couldn’t imagine a man asking his wife over dinner if he could practice some bondage techniques before bed. No, this is the exact place to pick that shit up without being ridiculed for it.
“It’s all in the name of fun, Bunny,” Fido says from beside me.
I’m surprised to see him with a collar on, gold with silver spiked studs and a ring at the front. A long, gold leather strap is attached and being held by Cerise.
“Hi.” I wave to them and expect them to carry on, but instead Cerise sits next to me.
“Fido, kneel,” she orders, and he gets down on the floor like a bitch, but he’s clearly getting off on it when she reaches over and strokes his cropped blond hair. “Good, boy. I’ll treat you later.”
“Yes, mistress,” he growls and licks her thigh. Cerise laughs, and he does it again when her legs part just an inch and she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth. “I like that kind of treat.”
“Okay.” I lift my hands—showing my palms—in front of me. “I don’t want to see you eating her out here, Fido. I’m pretty sure there’s a room available for you to shove your face between her legs, or whatever it is you do.”
The pair grin like children. “We wouldn’t break the rules, Bunny,” Cerise says. “I’ll lead him away before he misbehaves.”
Thank fuck for that.
I continue watching the carefree activities and see a couple with a riding crop like Lily’s. I’m transfixed on the flat end tapping and stroking over the brunette woman’s ass and legs as she’s tied by her ankles and wrists to what looks like a bench from a gym. The red-headed woman with the crop walks around to her front and begins to stroke over the swells of ‘Brunette’s’ bad girls before lightly whacking them.
I wonder how that feels? Fuck it’s hot, and I’m getting wet just from watching.
The woman opens her eyes, and I see no hint of pain or fear—only lust.
“Are you enjoying voyeurism?” Fido asks.
“What? I’m not getting off on this, if you must know,” I lie, and look back over to ‘Red’ practicing with her riding crop on ‘Brunette.’ “It’s interesting, though.”
Cerise leans towards me and whispers in
my ear. “Come and find me if you want to learn more. I’d be more than happy to show you the ropes.” She pulls back and pumps her eyebrows.
I glance down to Fido who’s sitting there with his hand and chin still resting on her knee, expectantly. “Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.”
She brushes off my rejection with a smirk. “Suit yourself.” She stands and wraps the leash around her hand. “But when you get a little more familiar here, I’ll have you tied up in no time.”
“Well, somebody will be getting restrained, but it won’t be me with the rope burns,” I reply, expecting a laugh at my comeback, but Cerise’s eyes darken.
“Oh, Bunny, I wouldn’t make jokes like that.” She eyes my chest with a hunger-filled gaze. “Especially in this place where it’s never seen as a threat.”
Fido turns his head away, but I see his pursed lips and bright eyes as he’s holding his tongue.
“Yeah, have a good laugh, Fido,” I snap. “But I’m not the one on my knees ready for pegging.” His eyes widen. “Yeah, I know what that is.”
“I like you, Bunny,” Cerise beams. “You’re a hoot.”
“What can I say?” I flick the loose underside of my hair back over my shoulder. “I aim to please.” Cerise and Fido both lick their lips, and I get the impression I’m about to be somebody’s dinner.
“So do we,” Fido adds, then he’s led away by a cackling Cerise, shaking her ass with her boobs jiggling about. Fido, with his shiny, black, so-tight-it-should-be-illegal shorts looks over his shoulder, winks, and mouths ‘well done’.
What in the name of dog balls just happened?
I blow out a breath and sit back with my beer, attempting to look casual as I scan the crowd for a purple, half-butterfly mask. I drain the bottle and get up from the seat.
She’s not here.
A sinking sensation hits me in the gut, and I head out to the main corridor.
“Bunny!” I turn at hearing my name and see Fuchsia approaching me. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to speak to you tonight,” she apologizes. “How did you enjoy your evening?”
Apart from the crazy shit that’s been happening in front of my eyes. Getting irrationally turned on by watching somebody get slapped with a crop. Oh, and Cerise offering to tie me up, it’s been fucking delightful.
“Educational,” I manage, not wanting to snap at her for just checking on me.
“Butterfly didn’t come tonight.” I wait for the ‘because’, but I don’t get one. “Come back soon, Bunny. We’ll get drinks together.”
With a quick hug from the tall goddess, I grab my things from my locker. I hesitate before I shut the door, but I can’t bring myself to change the combination.
I’m trying to block out the chatter of the group as we’re sitting in the coffee shop where we’ve met after work. Sadie’s going on about Mitch—how fabulous he is, and how they’re getting serious. I tap my fingers on the tabletop, waiting for my cappuccino, and Cade begins to talk about Mark…again.
“So, he called me and apologized,” she gushes. “He, um, well he said he couldn’t think of any other word and just blurted out what came to him at the time.”
I turn my head, and she has the stupidest fucking grin on her face.
Two-faced much! Fuck, I’m in such a shitty mood today.
“And?” Sadie leans forwards as Joss comes to sit at the table. She smells like coffee, warm milk, and cookies.
“He said he wants to have a serious relationship with me, but got nervous about asking.”
“What about all the cuffs and blindfolds?” I ask with a dry laugh. All eyes turn to me. “What? You can’t get more serious than that.”
Sadie’s dying to laugh, Joss is looking into her glass, but Cade looks as though she’s been sucker punched in the gut.
“Who told you?” she hisses and ice trickles down my spine. “Nobody knew.”
“Told me what?” I ask, my heart pounding. No, it can’t be Cade. Please don’t let her be Cade.
I freeze, and acid churns inside of me as the thought of Cade behind the mask runs through my mind. Her body shape isn’t the same, and her hair couldn’t be more different. Push up bras, wigs… Fuchsia’s hair changes spring to mind, but I throw that away. I would be able to tell, surely.
Oh my God.” She stands up and rushes out of the door, phone in hand. We watch her pace up and down the pavement outside while she talks with her hand cupped around her mouth.
“What the fuck?” Sadie giggles and places her hand on her chest. “Cade’s into kink?”
Cade walks back in, seemingly relaxed. “You’re a bitch, Jai,” she snickers and flicks some water at me out of her glass. “I thought Mark had blabbed about last night.”
We wait for Cade to continue, the other’s expressions eager, though I’m close to having a fucking aneurysm from the stress.
“We, uh, added a little spice last night.”
Sadie claps silently, and Joss’ cheeks turn pink, and I’m so fucking bored I could fall asleep.
“What did you do?” Sadie asks and leans closer.
“I told him I wanted to try a little something, a kind of make-up sex thing.” She squeals behind her hands and continues to tell us that her ‘kink’ was blindfolding him and running ice over his nipples and stomach before riding him.
Snore! Damn, I am a bitch today. “And then what?”
She turns her attention to me. “That’s enough for me,” she blushes and lowers her voice again. “Well, for now, because I’ve never done anything like that before, though I’ve always wanted to try it. How about you?”
“Me?” I place my elbows on the table and rest my chin on top of my interlocked fingers. “No, I’m not into blindfolding guys, or tying them up either.” The jury’s still out on that one.
Kyle calls out that our drinks are ready, and Joss stands to get them. She places her hands on the back of my chair as she squeezes past, and her fingertips accidentally brush my shoulders. It’s so simple; innocent, but I flinch away.
The cups are on the table within seconds, and I see that my chocolate heart dusting is perfect in the center of my foamed milk. I take my spoon and slice through it while Joss pulls out her seat next to me and sits.
“What’s wrong with it?” she asks quietly, and I see the disappointment written across her face.
I mumble like an insolent teenager. “I’m just not in the mood today, sorry.” I can’t look at her, but I know she’s staring at me. “It’s nothing personal.”
“I feel like it is, Jaime,” she snaps. “You’ve been rude ever since we got here, and I can’t sit here and say nothing anymore.”
Gasps are heard around the table, but I’m the only one not caring that there are other people in the coffee shop.
“How have I been rude?” I fire back, and I find myself blurting out things I never meant to say. “How about you? For over a year you’ve been acting all fucking quiet and innocent like you’re the terrified little girl, and I’m the big bad wolf—yet I’ve done absolutely nothing to you at all, but I’m the rude one?”—I raise my hands—“Clearly, you’re fucking delusional, Joss, because no matter what mood I’ve been in at any time, I’ve been nothing but nice to you, and I’ve tried to be your friend, but to you that obviously means jack shit!”
Sadie holds her hand out to me and places it on my shoulder. “I know you still don’t want to talk about what’s upset you—I understand that, but whatever it is you don’t have to take it out on us.”
My nostrils flare, and my eyes narrow when the surge of rage threatens to escape. I clench my jaw tight, and my teeth grind. I’m about as calm as a baby goat inside, but I try to keep it together, so I don’t cause a scene.
“I may have some things going on with me, Sadie, but don’t you ever accuse me of taking my shit out on my friends. You all know that’s one fucking damn thing I would never do.” I stand up and push my cup towards Joss. “Can you fix that, Joss?”
She looks down at the m
angled heart in the cup and drops her head. I leave the coffee shop without looking back at the girls, and I get in my car to drive home.
Chapter 10
I avoid Sadie for the rest of the evening and stay holed in my bedroom with the door locked. The box containing my order is staring at me on top of my desk, and I stop fighting it and tear open the parcel.
I hold the restraints and the rope in my hands, and the buzz of excitement makes me smile. I unravel the purple rope and sit on my bed. I refer back to my mental notes and attempt to tie my ankle to the small post at the footboard. It’s a lot trickier than I thought, and it’s a little loose, so I try again.
“Whoa!” I did it! I’ve successfully tied my ankle to the post using a prusik shackle.
I undo it and tie one of the lacy cuffs around my ankle and, using the same rope tie, I anchor it to the post again.
My stomach swarms with butterflies as I do the same to the other side, and I’m sitting on my bed, bound and tied by my ankles, and I squirm uncomfortably. My nipples harden against the fabric of my thin tank, and I hold my breasts to soothe them, but it only turns me on further. I can’t close my legs to relieve the aching in my clit, but I don’t want to service myself just yet. I need to wait until later tonight when I get home.
“Fuck, this is amazing,” I whisper out loud.
I try on my new outfits and decide on the cute black corset and rose-red plaid skirt. I look through my closet and pick out my sparkling silver heeled shoes and choose to leave my legs bare. I quickly redo the loose waves in my hair and apply a fresh coat of pink gloss and black cat’s-eye liner. I slip on a pair of jeans and hide my heavy cleavage with a blue sweater. I roll my skirt up and put it into my purse.
“Where are you going?” I look up at hearing Sadie’s voice, and I see Mitch walking into the apartment.