by Tara Sue Me
Page 9
Author: Tara Sue Me
“I appreciate that, but I know Julie and I knew there wasn’t anything to worry about. ” He wondered how much to share with Jeff. Technically, he didn’t owe Jeff any explanations, but he respected the guy.
“She came with Sasha,” Jeff stated.
“Sasha’s her best friend and business partner. Julie is . . . new in her interest in our lifestyle. I feared having an unknown Dom listening to the conversation might be too much. ”
“That’s why she’s not here tonight?”
“Yes, but she decided on her own not to come. Probably a good thing since Sasha’s busy and I’m DM. ”
Jeff gave a curt nod.
Maybe next month, though, Daniel thought. If everything went well and Julie was still interested, he would ask her to attend. He wouldn’t be DM, so he could be by her side while she took everything in. He imagined whispering to her as they watched a scene. Maybe he’d take her back to his house after for some private time in his playroom. . . .
“Master Covington?”
He snapped back to attention at the sound of his name.
“Yes?” he asked the man who’d called out to him.
“There’s a scene in the garage I think you need to check out. ”
“I’m coming. ” As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder to Jeff. “Might want to find a sub and play. Next month you’ve got DM duty. ”
FIVE
“So,” Sasha said late in the morning on Saturday. “You’re going out with him again?”
Julie had called her first thing when she woke up following a late night of Internet research. She finally felt ready to discuss submission with Sasha. Thankfully, even though Sasha had planned to spend the day with Peter, she’d rearranged her schedule to talk with her.
Sasha lived in a cozy, eclectically decorated apartment above the flower shop. Julie brought over muffins, since she knew Sasha probably didn’t have anything edible in her kitchen. The only thing Sasha made on a regular basis was coffee.
“I’m doing more than going out with him,” Julie answered, putting her blueberry muffin down and wiping her hands. They were sitting in Sasha’s living room, spread out on her couch. “I’m going to have dinner at his house. ”
“Ohh . . . really? He has his own playroom, you know. ”
“He does? In his house?”
“Yes. ” Sasha hid a sly smile while she took a sip of coffee.
Something about the thought of that made Julie’s belly quiver with excitement. She wanted to see his playroom and wondered if he’d show it to her. She’d like to see if she could imagine herself in it, because she had a feeling she could. As it was, the more and more she thought about it, the more and more she believed she might like to see if she was submissive.
“Wow,” Sasha said.
“What?”
“No freak-out? I’m impressed. ”
“I spent hours online last night reading up on all this stuff. It’s going to take a bit more than finding out Daniel has his own personal dungeon to freak me out. ” She had no idea there was such a wide variety of kink out there. Her research had definitely been eye opening. Kind of made her feel like a virgin all over again. “But before we talk more about me, I have a few questions for you. Like, how did you find out you were a submissive?”
A big grin covered Sasha’s face and excitement filled her voice. “I’m so happy you’re finally admitting you’re curious. I’ve seen the way you look when I talk about it. I kind of thought you’d come around eventually. ”
“Yes, yes, yes. ” Julie waved at her. “You’re always right. Now tell me how you knew. ”
“Honestly”—Sasha’s forehead wrinkled—“I’ve known for a long time. The second guy I slept with restrained me with his hands while we had sex. I didn’t know what it was called at that point, I just knew it really turned me on. After that, vanilla sex just didn’t do it for me. I just drifted for a while, but finally found the group a few years ago and things got better after that. ”
“From the little I saw, it looks like a good group. ”
“Our group’s dynamics are a bit different from most. We have the senior members, who oversee everything, but we’re not like a club or anything. Mostly, it’s just known as a group with members who abide by certain guidelines. For a submissive, it helps ensure safety, knowing a Dominant can’t be a member unless they comply. ”
Julie nodded. “That makes sense. ”
“I guess it works that way for a Dominant, too. Knowing a submissive is serious about the lifestyle and follows group mandates. ”
“Daniel said you had a meeting for just subs?”
“Yeah, if you want, you can go to one. It’s a good place for support and everyone’s real open. Chances are if you’re going through something, someone else has already been through it and can help. ”
“We’ll see. I don’t want to jump into anything. I’d rather take it slow. ”
“Slow is good. ” Sasha got an evil look in her eye. “Of course, hard and fast is, too. ”
Julie laughed, but images of the night in her hotel room with Daniel flashed in her mind. She was willing to bet Daniel could make both slow and fast incredible.
“You have that dreamy, faraway look again,” Sasha said. “Are you thinking of Master Covington and hard and fast?”
It was Julie’s turn to be a bit evil. “And slow, too. Can’t forget about slow. ”
Sasha reached over and took her hand. “Can I say again that I’m so proud of you for admitting you’re interested in at least exploring this part of yourself. Not everyone is brave enough, you know. ”
“If I don’t, I’ll never stop wondering. ”
“You’re such a smart woman. ”
“That’s why you keep me around. ” Julie hugged her. “Okay, personal question: What’s your favorite part about submitting to someone?”
A serious look came over Sasha’s expression and she stood and walked to the window. She stayed there for a few minutes, simply staring outside. When she turned around, she looked uncharacteristically vulnerable.
“We actually discussed that a few months ago at a group meeting for submissives,” she said. “I didn’t say anything then, but I’ve given it a lot of thought since. I enjoy the sex, of course, but for me, I think . . . I think it’s being under someone’s care. ”
Julie frowned. “That’s not what I was thinking. I thought you’d tell me some hot bondage story. ”
“I know. ” She smiled before turning serious again. “For me, it’s more than just that. On the surface it doesn’t make sense, but the more I thought about it, the more it did. ”
“How so?”
“When you’re with a Dom, you’re under his control, sure, but you’re also under his protection. For me, there’s something liberating in knowing you can drop all your worries, cares, and inhibitions and just feel for a while. Trust someone else to take care of everything. To take care of you. ”
It shocked Julie to hear Sasha say that. Her friend had always been one to take charge. She forever seemed so self-reliant, it never occurred to Julie that under the tough exterior, under the spiky hair and snappy comebacks, lurked a woman who just wanted someone to take the reins for a short time.
Submission, it seemed, fulfilled that need for Sasha.
“Okay, but then where do the whips and chains factor into that?” Julie asked.
A smile broke across Sasha’s face. “Now, that, that’s simple. The whips and chains just turn me on. And when you pair that with a caring Dominant who knows what he’s doing?” She flopped down on the couch, head thrown back and arms spread wide. “I’m done for. ”
“Daniel seems like a caring Dominant who knows what he’s doing. ”
Sasha lifted her head. “I’ve seen him in a demo or two. He definitely knows what he’s doing. ”
Julie really didn’t want to think a
bout Daniel playing with someone else. “If he’s so good, how come the two of you never got together?”
“It’s not like I’ve been with all the Dominants in the group. Maybe I just don’t go for blond guys. ”
Sasha had never been dissuaded by hair color before. Julie cocked an eyebrow at her. “You’ve dated plenty of blond guys. Tell me the real reason. ”
“Now you just make me sound cheap and easy. ”
Julie threw a small couch pillow at her. “Spill. ”
“Okay, okay,” Sasha said, holding her hands up. “I guess he just intimidated me a bit. ”
“Daniel? Really?”
“You met him first as a customer downstairs. When I saw him first, he was demonstrating how to use a cane in a punishment scene. ”
“Ouch. ” Julie had read about canes the night before. They sounded . . . interesting. But nothing she wanted to try anytime soon. “I guess that would cloud your judgment. ”
“And he’s a senior member . . . and he’s very wealthy. ”
“He’s just a regular guy. ”
“Oh, please. ” Sasha rolled her eyes. “Even you don’t believe that. ”
“You’re right. I don’t. ” She looked down at her watch. “Less than six hours until I see Mr. Not-So-Regular. ”
“He would be a good choice for you to get your kink on with. If you’re still interested. ”
The quiver had returned to her belly. “I think I am. ”
“What about it interests you the most?”
“Time to talk about me now?”
“Fair is fair. ”
Julie trailed a finger along the edge of the couch. “I don’t know if I can really say for sure. I think it’s about trusting someone enough to surrender my body to him. Knowing he wants my pleasure as well. ”
Sasha’s smile covered her face. “You’re so done for. You’re going to taste it once and never go back. ”
Julie had a feeling she was right.
Five hours later, she pulled into Daniel’s driveway with her heart pounding and her body buzzing with excitement. Not because she necessarily thought anything would happen, but because she was finally going to talk about being submissive again. This time with Daniel.
Daniel’s home was a large two-story farmhouse, set on ten acres, about fifteen miles outside of town. He told her it had been his grandfather’s, complete with stocked pond on the property. It really didn’t fit the image of the corporate banker, but somehow it fit Daniel.
He met her at the front door wearing worn jeans and a blue sweater.
“Glad you didn’t change your mind,” he said before kissing her cheek.
“You’re not giving me enough credit,” she said. “No one forced me to go to the group meeting, you know. I went because I wanted to. ”
“Point taken. ”
He led her through the spacious house. It was tastefully decorated with a sprinkling of antiques, but just enough electronics to tell anyone entering that it was, in fact, a bachelor pad.
Several pieces, though . . .
She pointed to a table in the living room. “Is that Herter Brothers?”
“It is. Are you into antiques?”
“If by ‘into,’ you mean do I drool over them, then the answer is yes. ”
A wicked grin crossed his face and he dropped his voice. “You should see my bed. ”
Hands on her hips, she turned to face him. “I bet you say that to all the girls. ”
“So few appreciate an English Jacobean lit à colonnes. ”
She’d only seen pictures of that kind of huge bed with a heavy wooden canopy supported by four large, intricately carved pillars—and he slept in one? “No, I imagine few people do. But I’ve always dreamed of seeing one up close. ”