Walk For Me: Club Avalon Book 4

by Kay Elle Parker

  She swallowed loudly and glanced at the curious faces around them.

  “An exceptional Daddy wouldn’t let his beautiful princess orgasm with an audience,” he whispered in her ear, running his finger up and down between her legs, so lightly his caress felt like a tickle in her core. “Would he?”

  Right now, she honestly couldn’t say if he would or not. Her mind went blank, drawn to the wet ache pulsing in her belly in time with her heartbeat, and the torturous stroke of his finger. “I don’t think I can answer that.”

  Daddy’s laugh was a throaty purr. “Would you like to come, Alicia?”

  “N-No, good, nice, exceptional Daddy.” She would probably die from embarrassment if the orgasm didn’t kill her first. A change of subject was needed, urgently. “Um…may I have my juice please?”

  “Absolutely, princess.” Smirking, he reached over and snagged the glass, holding it up to her lips as she wrapped her fingers around his. “You can stop gagging your sub now, Jasper.”

  “Why? It’s so much fun.”

  Alicia almost spat her mouthful of apple juice over everything as the sadist pinched Archie’s breast, eliciting a sharp squeak of surprised pain. Her friend babbled behind her lover’s hand, her eyes blazing with indignant disapproval.

  “Little ears, little eyes, that’s why.” Daddy wiped a dribble of juice from her chin with his thumb. “Do you know who’s playing next door at the minute?”

  Anarchy tried to speak again, but Jasper’s hand remained where it was.

  “Only a handful, I think. Derek, Jonathon, and Steven took their subs through about ten minutes before you got here. Arnie and Gretchen were talking about heading into barn three, so steer clear of there for a while.” Jasper looked around, his brow creased. “I think nearly everyone one decided to wait until ten for…well, you know.”

  Spluttering slightly, Alicia pushed the nearly empty glass firmly into her Daddy’s grasp, then snuggled into him. Maybe if she just curled up and didn’t say anything, he would forget she was there. No orgasm was worth being exposed in public.

  “Perfect. Princess, you and I are going to take the grand Avalon tour.”

  Oh boy, that sounded ominous.

  *

  Atticus wasn’t convinced he would recover from Alicia’s show of…generosity wasn’t the word he was looking for. Selflessness? Whatever he used to describe it, it had still knocked his feet out from under him.

  Do the scene with Anarchy.

  He found it mildly insulting that she thought he could just saunter off, whistling a merry tune, to fuck Archie after everything they’d been through in the last seven days. He no longer carried the weight of guilt for backing out of the CNC scene…well, not the full weight of it, anyway.

  Setting her glass aside, he picked up Mr. Bear, amused by the soggy ear his princess had been sucking on. He would have to risk putting the fluffy bear in the washer, possibly the dryer, and pray to every deity in the world that the damn thing didn’t end up keychain-sized.

  “Connie, would you mind babysitting Mr. Bear for half an hour while I take my princess next door? Lisha is quite strict on what he can and cannot bear witness to.” His lips twitched as the group snorted together at his pun.

  “Sure, leave him with me. He’ll be Master Bear by the time you get back.”

  Atticus felt Lisha’s jerk of shock, the rush of panic when she thought the Mistress might actually turn a teddy bear into a sexual master of dominance. Rolling his eyes at Connie, he held the bear out. “Constance will refrain from corrupting him,” he reassured his little as she made a frantic grab for the fluffball. “Won’t you?”

  The Domme stood and strolled over to take the bear, running her hand over Alicia’s head first. “I’m just joking, sweetie. Mr. Bear will remain as innocent and unaware as he is now. He can help Liam behind the bar if necessary, I’m sure he’d enjoy the, ah, company.”

  Nice save, Con, he thought, lifting Alicia onto her feet and holding her there while he stood. The day she could stand by herself without support from him, he would get down on one knee and propose.

  “He’s not allowed to drink,” Lisha mumbled, looking down at her feet as her balance tipped forward. Her right foot moved to counteract it, but his grip didn’t falter.

  “Absolutely no alcohol for the bear,” Connie agreed.

  Atticus picked Alicia up and deposited her on his hip, securing his arm underneath her ass. Taking her into barn two would open her eyes to a whole new world, and he wanted to see her absorb every inch of it. “We won’t be long, princess. Mr. Bear will have the time of his life, I promise.”

  She sulked as he carried her from the seating pit and through the sea of eager members. He’d rather be out of their way when the disappointment kicked in that there would be no CNC scene tonight.

  The walkway leading to the second barn was eerily quiet. It was home to one of the new private rooms—which had turned out to be an excellent addition to the club—and Braun’s office.

  “Where are we going?”

  That’s right, she’d never been beyond the social area. Her previous visits had been short, not so sweet, and limited to the one area in Avalon that didn’t scream BDSM club in neon letters.

  “We’re spreading those wings,” he told her as they approached the swing doors at the end of the walkway. “You’re going to have mixed feelings about what’s in there, I imagine, but just remember I’ve got you, and everyone has given their full consent.”

  Her fingers fisted in the back of his shirt. “Are they having sex in there?”

  “There’s a strong likelihood they are, but we’re not playing voyeur tonight. While it’s relatively quiet, I’d like you to see the other side of me, princess.” The door swayed under his palm as he pressed against it. “Think of it all as furniture, Lisha.”

  “Sex furniture?”

  “Yeah. Sex furniture.” Atticus pushed through the doors and felt his little freeze.

  Eyes wide open, princess.

  *

  The smell struck her first. Leather and wood, the sweet fragrance of polish. It was mellow and soothing and comforting. She breathed deep, catching undertones of something else, something more…carnal.

  Sweat and sex.

  The huge room in front of her was being used by several couples, none of whom paid any attention to Daddy’s arrival. She could hear the low hum of male voices, the higher register of their female subs’ responses, and above it all were sounds of impact.

  Flesh on flesh, leather on flesh.

  A woman was shackled to a wooden cross that was bigger than Daddy. She was naked, her back to the room and liberally laced with thick red marks. As Lisha watched, a man paced back and forth behind the restrained woman, casually flicking a whip with several strands across her pink butt.

  To Alicia’s right, another woman—just as naked as the first—kneeled on the floor with her hands tied behind her back. The strap binding her wrists was connected to her ankles, ensuring she couldn’t stand while the man in front of her gripped handfuls of dense red hair, forcing his cock into her mouth as she choked.

  Tears ran down her cheeks, but she gazed up at the man with complete adoration, which Alicia didn’t understand.

  “Heidi is fine, princess. Derek knows her limits and won’t push her too far.” Daddy bumped his cheek against hers, diverting her attention away from the scene as he strode over to a big wooden box away from everyone else. “Some subs get off on humiliation, and Heidi is one of them. She’ll take every inch her Dom gives her, and Derek will reward her with a good hard fu-fluffing.”

  “But she can’t breathe.”

  “She can, I promise.” He sat her down on the box, moving behind her to wrap his arms around her waist and prop his chin on her shoulder. “Derek would never harm her. They’ve been together for over five years, and they know each other inside out. The beauty of this lifestyle, Lisha, is that it opens up the intricacies of a person. It presents a connection people might not fi
nd anywhere else.”

  Eyes averted from the woman Daddy called Heidi, Alicia licked her lips nervously. “Like ours?”

  Daddy sighed. “Princess, I think what we have is beyond even that. Someone up above made you for me, and put us both through trials to bring us together. I don’t question it. I just thank God you’re here with me and that you’re mine.”

  She turned her head to look at him. “You really believe that?”

  “Willing to stake my life on it, aren’t I?” Daddy kissed her nose, then her mouth. The kiss deepened from a gentle brush of lips to a breath-stealing, panty-wetting exploration. “Now, before I forget the fact you’re new to all this, I promised you I would give you the tour. This sturdy contraption you’re sitting on is a spanking bench.”

  “Daddy…”

  “The wooden cross over there that Enid is secured to, is called a St. Andrew’s Cross.”

  She didn’t care. Her heartbeat grew faster as a woman’s plaintive cries echoed in the room, reminding Lisha of her own desperate pleas to come. “Daddy, I don’t want a tour.”

  “Hmm. Want to go home?”

  Not anymore. She’d enjoyed their evening so far, even if her nerves simmered under the surface of her skin. She was intrigued by the changes in her friends in this place, how their subtle traits became more pronounced, as though they felt safe letting themselves go here. Being who they really were without judgement.

  Alicia thought that would be nice.

  Her attention was ripped toward the far end of the room as the woman’s cries turned into shrieks, and a man’s deep voice told her to, “Take it. Fucking take it all, Dee. I want to see my cum dripping from your asshole when you crawl back to locker room. I want everyone to see how I marked you.”

  Alicia found the couple in the far corner—a woman facedown on a box similar to the one she sat on. The man had his hand clamped possessively on the back of the woman’s neck, physically pinning her down as his hips slammed over and over against her upturned butt.

  It was far too easy to envision herself in that position, her cheek pressed to the leather, her breasts squashed against the flat top. Her breath panting on long groans, broken by Daddy’s sharp thrusts knocking the air from her lungs. Nails clawing at the bench surface, leaving scratches in the glossy material.

  Someone cleared their throat, snapping her from the daydream with a jerk. Alarmed, she glanced over to see Loki standing next to them, a smirk curving his mouth. “Sorry to interrupt, Atticus, but you wanted a heads-up. Scene starts in five.”

  She felt Daddy twitch in surprise, and she mourned the loss of his warmth as he straightened, stepping an arm’s length away. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, helping her balance, but he and the other Dom put their heads together and launched into an indecipherable conversation.

  It was clear he didn’t like this latest development. She’d figured out that he was as protective over the sadist’s submissive as he was over her, so she supposed it was easy to understand that he didn’t approve of an unknown man butting his way into what was, ultimately, a scene requiring a great deal of trust.

  A wailing sob filled the air from the corner, but Alicia’s attention was locked squarely on the two men right beside her. What were they talking about? How to stop it from going ahead, or how to help?

  Daddy hummed thoughtfully, and that was apparently enough to dismiss the other Dom. Tipping an imaginary hat in her direction, Loki strode off without a care in the world, heading for the nearest couple.

  She wondered if his reputation was damaged by pulling out of the scene.

  “Time for us to go, princess.”

  “Can…can we stay? Please?”

  Daddy circled around the bench, standing between her legs and clasping her face in his hands, tilting it back to study her eyes. “We can if you want to, but I’m not convinced you’ll enjoy it, Alicia. CNC scenes can be rough. I don’t think scaring you into a stupor is beneficial.”

  She bit her thumbnail. “What if I asked as big Alicia, not little Alicia?”

  “Is there any difference between the two of you in this?” he asked, not unkindly. He tugged her thumb away from her mouth. “Be honest, your sexual history is one trauma after another. Anarchy won’t be hurt, but it could still trigger you.”

  “She should have the people she trusts around her and, aside from Jasper, she trusts you most of all, I think. I know if something scary was happening to me, I’d feel better if you were there.”

  Rolling his eyes heavenward, Daddy exhaled softly. “Twisted round her little finger,” he muttered to himself, then stroked his thumbs over her cheeks. “Fine, we’ll stay for a while. However,” he stated emphatically, “I’m hauling you out of here at the first sign of distress. Daddy’s orders.”

  Excitement shimmered through her, more because she’d triumphed in a debate with him than the fact she was bearing witness to a scene. She beamed at him, her eyes darting past him for a second as two of the couples who’d been playing began to finish their scenes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Let’s hope you’re thanking me later,” he said absently, turning to stare at the three couples, just like she was. One of the Doms was lifting his limp sub to carry her away. The second was coming down his sub’s throat, judging by the noises he made. The third couple was the dirty-talking Dom and his sub. “Jonathon needs to hurry up with his orgasm, otherwise Loki will be frog-marching him out regardless.”

  “Seriously?”

  “There’s a fifty-fifty chance it could happen, depending on Loki’s mood. He can be a stickler for time, and Jonathon…well, he flaunts the rules sometimes. Never breaks them, but gives a damn good shot at bending them until they cry for mercy. He’s not Loki’s favorite person in the world.”

  Alicia frowned, looking around until she found Loki lurking in the shadows near to where the Dom was grinding into his sub. The Master was checking his watch and tapping his foot. “Isn’t it bad to interrupt?”

  “It’s frowned upon unless there’s an emergency, but then so is holding up a reserved area. It’s why Braun doesn’t usually allow anyone to reserve one particular piece of equipment unless there’s a good reason—aside from the private rooms, of course. Booking one of those is recommended due to their popularity. Loki won’t interfere unless Jonathon pushes his luck.”

  People began to filter into the room as he spoke. The quiet hum of conversation was like bees in a jar, muted and constant. The thrill of anticipation thickened with every additional person, until it was swimming in her blood along with a dash of trepidation.

  They lined up around the walls, pressing their backs to them. A few people had to shove back what she assumed were privacy curtains so they could squeeze into their spot.

  “Who’s the third?” she whispered, discovering that right now, she couldn’t be little if she tried. Her adult sense of self was in full command, demanding she look, listen, and learn for future reference. “Do we know him?”

  Atticus nodded. “Yeah, we know him. He’s not one I expected to take this on, but then, he rarely gets a chance to play, and he loves helping others if he can.” He offered her his back, bending his knees slightly. “Up you get, princess. Might as well give you the best seat in the house.”

  Climbing on, Alicia noted Loki was helping Jonathon’s sub out of her restraints as the Dom leaned against the wall with one hand, breathing heavily. Loki wasn’t hurrying them along, she realized, but comforting the woman while her lover composed himself. “Does everyone help each other out like that?”

  “Hmm?” Atticus followed her finger over to where she pointed. “Yes, we do here. We like to think of Avalon as a familial community rather than just a place to play, so we all chip in and do our part for each other when necessary.”

  “But you said Loki doesn’t like Jonathon.”

  “I said Jonathon wasn’t Loki’s favorite person. That doesn’t mean he won’t help. Sometimes a scene takes all your energy, for the Dom and the sub. De
e looks like she’s pretty high in subspace, so she’ll be deadweight. It wouldn’t be safe for either of them for Jonathon to carry her out for aftercare. Loki might…yes, there he goes,” Atticus murmured in approval as the Master scooped up a slack-faced Dee and cradled her. “He’ll make sure they get next door in one piece.”

  Loki waited for Jonathon to lead the way, and the swinging doors thwapped gently in their wake as they left. The last remaining couple was close on their heels. A moment later, Liam slipped in, moving to a concealed panel on the wall just to the left of the doors.

  Alicia watched him glance around at the buffer of spectators lining the full perimeter of the room, then the lights around the edge winked out, hiding everyone from view. The center of the barn remained brightly lit for just a few more seconds before they dimmed slightly, casting a veil of shadow over the empty space and the equipment.

  “The rules of this evening are,” the blond Dom called out, silencing the few murmurs still circulating, “to be adhered to no matter what. Master Jasper has set them, and we all know what he’s like when it comes to the safety of his kitten.”

  There was a smattering of laughter as Atticus drifted over to the wall, heading for a gap near the door. The watchers already in position shifted to make room for him, and Alicia clung tighter as he squeezed in.

  “Rule number one—silence. Anyone who distracts Anarchy or pulls her attention from the scene will be removed by one of the Masters. Your presence here is a privilege, not a right. Fuck this up, and you’ll be on Jasper’s shit list for the rest of your natural life.”

  Atticus grunted. “Got that right.”

  Liam turned in a slow circle, tugging his shirt from his waistband and unfastening the buttons one by one. “Rule number two—keep your hands to yourself. If Anarchy runs into you, do not try to restrain her, turn her around, push her away. The scene is restricted to two Masters, and two only. Anyone who gets handsy will probably die.”

  Lisha gasped; Atticus patted her thigh in reassurance.

  “Rule number three,” Liam continued, shrugging off his shirt and folding it neatly. “This is a consensual non-consent scene. Anyone who does not understand what that means, you shouldn’t be in here. Dominants with subs who are easily triggered or offended…there’s the door. We don’t need a riot starting because someone has a panic attack.”