A glance at the smartphone screen revealed a text from Corey waited. She heaved a sigh and promised herself she’d text him back later. Still, she read the message now, unable to wait.
Corey: Where are you?
Her fingers shook as she typed a response, deciding she didn’t want to wait.
Bekka: I’m at Angie’s.
Corey: We need to talk.
Bekka: Later. K?
She just needed a bit more time to get her head straight, clear her thoughts.
There was no return message, so she put the smartphone down and stared out the window at the moon rising over the lake.
An hour later, her cousin Angie came in the guest room. Her face was flushed and sweaty from working in the garden. Sweat stains showed through her baseball cap.
“Hey, Bekka.” She huffed air in between her words. Obviously she’d ran in here to tell Bekka something. “Corey’s here, out on the front porch.”
Her heart fluttered like a caged bird beating at her ribs. “Thanks, Ang. I’ll go talk to him.”
Her cousin gave her a concerned look. “You going to be okay?”
She nodded and got up from her chair, wrapping her cousin in a quick hug before she headed to the porch.
“Don’t hug too long. I stink,” Angie said. “I need a shower.”
Bekka chuckled then headed through the living room and out the front door. Corey was sitting on the porch swing, waiting for her. The moonlight cast shadows over his face, so she couldn’t clearly make out his expression. She swallowed a lump in her throat and went to sit beside him.
After a moment of silence, she spoke first, “I’m sorry. I overreacted and ran. I should’ve let you explain.”
He wrapped an arm around her and rubbed her shoulder. “No, I should’ve told you the truth. It was stupid to lie.”
“So did Sarah give her your number?” Bekka stared into his sparkling eyes as the moon rose higher in the sky. “I’m not mad if she did. It was a mistake.”
Corey shook his head. “No, Jamie did, by accident. I guess Gwen kind of got hooked on me. Not sure how from one date.” He shrugged. “Anyway, she called pretending to be my insurance agent and Jamie gave her the number. I told him to check with me first from now on.”
“Sounds like she was pretty obsessed with you.”
Corey nodded. “I went to see her. Told her to back off, and she told me about the phone number. Told her I’d be back, with you.”
Bekka frowned in confusion. “Why?”
“Cause I want you to hear the truth from Gwen. I just want you to have proof.”
That touched Bekka’s heart. She relaxed against his arm, letting his warmth seep into her, and rested a hand on his knee. He didn’t need to do that, but that he’d gone this extra mile to prove himself to her was a testament to how much he truly loved her. She felt like an even bigger ass for overreacting.
“She could just tell me a load of bullshit,” Bekka said. “Don’t worry about it.”
“No, she’ll tell you the truth.” Corey pulled her closer and pushed with his heel, making the swing sway back and forth at a soothing pace.
Bekka raised an eyebrow and stared at him. “How can you be so sure?”
“Because Gwen wants to do body piercing, and she wants to get an apprenticeship in Moncton. I told her if she lied to you, I’d make sure she never works in this city.”
Bekka couldn’t help but smile as she nestled deeper against him. But guilt seeped into her thoughts, too. “I need to tell you something.”
He kissed the top of her head. “What’s that?”
“When we were apart, I went out on a blind date with this guy.” She sighed. “Nothing happened. He was dull as dirt. But I feel like a real ass for judging you when I had my own secret. Sorry.”
“Shit, that’s no big deal, hon.” His chin rested on the top of her head.
“So all’s forgiven?” She pressed her nose into the open V of his shirt and inhaled his scent. His fine chest hair tickled her nostrils.
“You bet.” He hugged her tighter.
***
Corey brought Bekka home that night and they stayed at his place. They spent most of her week off making love in every room of his apartment, plus the tattoo shop after it was closed. Corey took her to see Gwen and the truth was confirmed, even if Bekka didn’t need confirmation. Gwen hadn’t called since his first visit, and Corey was certain she’d backed off for good now.
Bekka only had two days left in her vacation, and Corey had plans to make tomorrow night unforgettable for her. He’d been working on setting this up, with Jamie’s help, since long before they got back from Angie’s place.
“What will Bekka say when she finds out you’ve hooked up with a dominatrix?” he teased Jamie.
Jamie blushed to the tip of his ears. “She’ll probably want to take her out for coffee. Get a few ideas for torturing you.”
Corey laughed and slapped his apprentice on the back. “Knowing Bekka, you got that right.”
Jamie had been seeing Mistress Veronique for over a month now. She worked at an exclusive Moncton BDSM club called Entwined. Originally, she’d worked in a renowned club in Montreal, her home city, but she’d travelled the world, applying bondage and all forms of titillating torment to submissives ranging from rock stars to other influential people. Jamie had given Veronique a tattoo and she’d become instantly smitten with the shy, former farm boy from Rexton. She’d invited him into Entwined, he’d passed their rigorous entry requirements that included tests for sexual and mental health, and the two had been practically inseparable since.
“I appreciate you getting me into this place,” Corey said. “Especially without Bekka knowing.”
“Hey, no problem, man.” Jamie beamed. “But if you want to become full members, Bekka will have to take all the tests, just like you did.”
Corey had undergone the same requirements to gain entry into Entwined. It had been hard keeping it all from Bekka, but he really wanted their first visit to be a surprise for her. Afterwards, he’d discuss if she wanted to join the club and Bekka would need to fulfill the necessary prerequisites too. They had always talked about taking their sexual experiments further, so he had a feeling she would be interested in more than one night.
For their first visit, he planned on making one of Bekka’s biggest fantasies come true. He and another dom he’d already selected would pleasure Bekka for hours. A mixture of pain and bliss that would take her to the limit of ecstasy. He and Bekka had talked about threesomes, and he’d always said if he had her and another woman, she deserved him with another man. Tomorrow night, he would give her just that.
“So the room is booked for 8 PM,” Jamie told him, bringing him out of his thoughts. “You’ve got it and Master Lowe for two hours.”
“Thanks again, bro,” Corey said. “And tell Veronique I owe her. Free tattoos for life.”
***
Chapter 12
Corey was as nervous as a teen going on his first date the next day. He’d dropped some subtle hints, but he wasn’t sure if Bekka was picking up on his vibe or not. Before they headed to the club, he planned on making her a sumptuous meal, and he’d prepare her for what was to follow as best he could without giving the surprise away. So he closed up the shop early and headed upstairs to prepare dinner and wait for her arrival.
When they were almost done their shrimp curry, he took a sip of wine then said, “Remember how we talked about visiting a BDSM club?” Shit, he wasn’t being as subtle as he wanted to be.
Her eyes widened and she almost choked on the mouthful of shrimp and rice she chewed. “Yeah, but there aren’t any BDSM clubs in Moncton.”
Corey smirked. “Want to make a bet?” He folded his hands together and rested his chin on them as he stared at her. “I have a couple surprises for you tonight.”
She swallowed hard and put her fork down. “Apparently.”
“The first one is waiting in the bedroom.” Corey got up and held
out his hand to take hers. “Let me show you.”
He led her into the room and her eyes fell on the lingerie spread out for her. A crimson sweetheart corset rested beside ruffled, silky black underwear and thigh high stockings with scalloped, lacy tops. There was a pair of sparkly black stilettos with red soles, and silver studs lined the edges and backs.
“You want me to wear this in public?” She feigned shock.
He grinned. “You’ll have your coat on, until we get to the club.” Corey indicated he’d brought over her leather trench coat that fell to her thighs. It hung on a hanger beside the dresser. “I’m going to go change,” he said over his shoulder as he left the room. “Be ready in ten, or I’ll have to dress you myself.”
The threat sent a shiver up her spine. Bekka figured he would change in the bathroom, and she wondered what his attire for the night would consist of. She wasted no time shedding her clothes and slipping into the corset, which she had to ask for help with. She knocked on the bathroom door, hoping to get a peek at his outfit, but no luck. He made her promise not to look after he told her to turn around so he could help do her up. Then she scampered back to the bedroom to slid into the silky panties, which felt like heaven against her skin, and pull on the sheer stockings. The final touch consisted of slipping her feet into those sexy shoes.
Fifteen minutes later, he held her hand and helped her down the stairs to his car. They drove to an upscale area of the city, past shops and restaurants that would cost Bekka a day’s profit to buy anything in. Then they pulled into an underground parking lot next to an old industrial building that had obviously been converted into some sort of club. Any passerby would’ve assumed it was just another night club, but a shiver of anticipation went up Bekka’s spine, knowing the pleasure waiting within.
Corey paid for parking and they headed inside. As they entered, industrial techno boomed out of the speakers and made her skin thrum. Blue lights flashed and dancers gyrated atop scarlet, circular platforms.
On a long, black oval stage, a BDSM scene played out. Bekka watched as two men tied a woman to a twisted iron rack with rich, red padding covering its frame. Then they teased her exposed nipples with the tips of shiny black crops. The men were well muscled, looking like Greek gods, and their tight leather pants molded to their sculpted thighs.
Corey guided her to the bar, where he talked to a big, muscular black man. The man spoke to another bartender who took over for him, and he led Corey and Bekka through double doors covered in red button vinyl. They entered a long hall that forked left and right toward two staircases, also painted red and black. At the end of the hall, just before the staircases, the man opened a door and gestured for the two of them to enter.
“I’ll tell Master Lowe you’re here,” he said to Corey before he left them.
Corey slipped off Bekka’s coat and she stared in awe at the room. The walls were lined with devices that would bring pleasure through pain and torment: whips, canes, crops, paddles, and more. There were glass cases filled with a variety of sex toys and other equipment, as well as steel trays set on wheeled frames that were filled with more devices and a diverse selection of lotions. She shuddered from anticipation as she took it all in.
“Stand here, sub,” Corey told her, slipping into master mode. He removed his coat too, and she saw he was wearing nothing but tight leather pants, like the doms they’d seen when walking in. Leather boots finished off his attire. His muscular frame rippled as he moved toward her.
She looked at the space he indicated, where glimmering chains dangled down from the ceiling, each ending in a leather manacle. An iron framework snaked out of the plaster above her. It curled in an intricate pattern, and the chains were woven to these metal limbs. The sturdy apparatus would allow a submissive to hang suspended in the air, swaying while their master applied sweet torture. Once more, a thrill shot through Bekka as she visualized the possible night before her.
She slipped into the submissive role in this game. Bowing her head, she closed her eyes as he slipped the soft yet strong leather cuffs around her wrists and fastened them. They bit into her flesh, but not too deep.
His boots clicked on the floor as he moved behind her to cuff her ankles. Warm, strong hands slid down her legs and guided her foot upward into the leather bracelet. His touch, and the shackle securing her ankle, made sensations spark through her. She let out a tiny sigh as he bound her other ankle. Now she floated, feeling weightless as she swung above the polished floor.
The door snapped open and another person joined them. Though she’d kept her head bowed, maintaining her submissive stance, she now lifted it briefly to glimpse Master Lowe. He, too, wore tight leather pants and boots that matched. His heels clipped across the floor as he strode purposefully toward her and Corey.
Dirty blond hair fell in loose waves and brushed his shoulders. His eyes were the palest sky blue and his skin was deeply tanned. Muscles rippled as he moved, and full lips quirked into a sideways smirk when he noticed her peeking. Quickly, she dropped her head like a good submissive. Although she wondered if a bit of disobedience would be worth the punishment.
Corey—or Master Varkov, as Bekka would refer to him during role playing—went to one of the stainless steel tables and rolled it over.
“Raise your head,” he commanded, and Bekka obeyed. “First we’re going to soothe your body with oils, relax you.” He swept a hand over the selection of fine glass bottles atop the tray. “Then we’re going to deliver sweet pain and pleasure, stimulation and elation. Are you ready, sub?”
She swallowed hard. A fuzzy tingling spread through her pussy, and she wished she could squeeze her legs together. “Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
Master Lowe and Master Varkov chose a bottle each and approached. The fragrance of citrus and something that reminded her of the sea teased her nostrils after they opened the lotions and poured some into their palms.
Hot, slick hands soon found her, rubbing these gels into her skin. Her eyes fluttered closed as one worked the mixture into her shoulders, while the other kneaded it into her back, trailing down toward her buttocks.
“Open your eyes, sub,” Master Lowe commanded, gripping her chin and making her maintain eye contact. “Watch us pleasure you.”
For a moment, the touching stopped. Punishment for her disobedience. She bit back words of disappointment and maintained her new master’s gaze, until he told her to look to the floor.
Their hands returned, caressing her flesh, kneading her buttocks. Master Lowe’s touch swept over her breasts, making her nipples tingle and grow taut. He massaged her pert mounds until she moaned, which earned her a slap from Master Varkov and an admonishment for letting out her pleasure without permission. Once more they denied her their touch as punishment, then their hands returned and she instantly relaxed as they roamed and explored her body. Cherished it.
Her nipples were tweaked and pulled, teased, which made her pussy throb more and grow wet. She had to stifle a groan that itched at the back of her throat. The lotion warmed her skin and ignited a delightful stinging in her flesh. Her nipples puckered and grew so taut they ached.
Master Varkov spread her legs wider and held them open with one hand while he applied lotion to her sex. He took his time slathering this liquid up and down her seam, lingering especially when he applied it to her clitoris. She grit her teeth to keep from gasping. A slow burning fire spread through her clit and down her soaking slit. She writhed in her chains in reaction, unable to stop herself as the stimuli flooded her brain.
“You like that, sub?” Master Varkov whispered close to her ear, then he dipped his head and kissed the center of her back. “That’s just a taste of what we have planned.”
Once her whole body was alight from their touch and the oils, her two masters stepped back. They stared at her hungrily for a moment then went to the walls to select instruments of torture. She shivered in her bonds, making the chains tinkle as they clinked together. The tingling in her lower belly unfurled and
her desire soared higher.
One chose a shiny black riding crop and the other chose a long slender cane. She bit her lip as they returned. Fear and lust made her tremble at the promise of what was to follow. She and Corey—Master Varkov—had engaged in BDSM role playing together before, but never with another partner and never at this level. She trusted him to know her limits. Still, this complete vulnerability both thrilled and terrified her.
The crop skimmed between her shoulders and down her lower back. Her master traced circles on her buttocks with its cool, sleek tip. Then he drew back and the crop whistled through the air before it hit her ass, sending a shocking sting radiating through her cheek. She gasped loudly, despite her best efforts to keep the reaction within. This earned her another three lashings from the crop. The sharp, burning pain made her nerves sing as they were assaulted with a sublime rush of adrenaline.
Her other master teased her breasts with the tip of the cane, flicking its cold tip over her nipples until the sensation zipped from her breasts to her pussy, making it pulse, and her inner muscles squeezed tight from need. The cane slithered down between her breasts, over her stomach, and lower still, until the tip flit over her clitoris. It swelled even more from this touch and ached as desire grew. He swirled circles over this sensitive bead of flesh until sweat broke out on her brow and she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out.
She wriggled in her chains, unable to keep still.
Whack! The crop slapped her ass hard and sensation rocketed to her core. Her eyes fluttered closed briefly while she struggled to keep all this bliss internal, until her masters gave her permission to moan, to scream out her ecstasy. Her every pore was seared with bliss and pain.
The cane danced over her clit, bringing her to the apex of release. Noticing this, her master leaned close and whispered, “Don’t come yet, mistress. Not until I say so. Hold it back.”
She did, but the denial was sweet torture. Her brain and body demanded she come, but she willed herself to hold off until permission was granted.
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