A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series) (3 page)

"You
didn't answer my question." He was getting impatient. He wanted to play
and his body was demanding she be his toy.

"It's,
well, um, it's unusual." She lowered her eyes to her feet, not sure how to
explain what being in that room made her feel.

"Have
you ever seen a dungeon before?" He knew the answer before she said
anything, it was obvious she had never been anywhere like his dungeon in her
life and he was overcome with disappointment; she obviously wasn't going to be
joining him as his pet that night.

"No,
b-but I think I'd like to w-watch again." She had no idea why she admitted
that to him, or why she’d stuttered, but she figured there was nothing else for
her to lose; she’d already made a complete fool of herself by crying all over
his shirt.

"So
you enjoyed what you saw?" If the girl was interested, he was more than
happy to tutor her, he thought with a smile of anticipation. 

"Y-yes.
N-no." She looked up at him, more confused than she could remember being.
“Maybe.” His eyes were so inviting, she wondered what it would feel like to
stare into those depths all night.

"Maybe
we should go take another look, just to be sure." He winked at her and
held out his hand. He was a little surprised when she put her trembling hand in
his but he smiled. If she enjoyed the view tonight, he had plans to invite her
back, and if she didn't, well that would just be that, he thought to himself.
The thought of her not enjoying herself didn't sit well with him at all.

The
atmosphere in the dungeon had sunk into sensual darkness as she followed him
back downstairs.  She glanced around at the couples who were making love in
various positions; the sounds of orgasm that flowed around the room made her
shiver with anticipation. Her eyes found Scarlett and she bit hard on her lip to
stop a gasp as she watched her friend. 

Jason led Carla
over to the couch and sat beside her, gauging her reaction as she watched her
friend. Scarlett had been chained to the St. Andrews cross and was being fucked
forcefully with a vibrator. He took in how Carla crossed her legs and squirmed
visibly in her seat, and smiled, knowing that the scene was turning her on. His
smile widened as her small hands grasped the couch and her nails dug into the
leather.

"Do
you wish you were her?" He leaned over and whispered the question quietly
in her ear.

Turning
her shocked gaze to him she realized their lips were scant inches apart;
unconsciously she wet hers. Her breath caught in her throat and she opened her
mouth, but again she was rendered speechless.

"I
could see you up there, spread-eagled, your tight little ass begging to be
spanked." He enjoyed the emotions that crossed her face, and the slight
trembling of her lips.  His hand lifted and his fingers moved over her lips. 
"I could also see you down on your knees, using that pretty little mouth
for what it was made for." His index finger traced the texture of her
lips, making her gasp.

Applying a
touch of pressure he slid his finger between her lips, making her eyes widen at
the invasion. Without thought she closed her lips around his finger and her
tongue swirled over the long digit. The salty-sweet taste of him made her moan
softly.  He pushed his finger in deeper and then slowly withdrew it until just
the tip remained; instinctively she sucked on it in an effort to prevent its
departure.

He felt
his cock lengthen and reluctantly pulled his finger from her lips. "Watch
the show, princess," he told her, sitting back; he needed to get his body
under control, if he didn’t he wasn’t going to be able to resist the urge to
strip her dress off and bend her sexy little ass over the couch. He wasn't sure
she was ready to be put on display publicly and that thought was enough to cool
his ardor, for the moment at least.

Blushing
deeply she stared at him, confused, as her heart raced wildly. Mortified she
turned away, her eyes moving to the scenes surrounding her as she tried to calm
herself. Her body ached with unfilled desire as the sounds of passion swept
over her. Without understanding why, she felt jealous of the women enjoying
such pleasure. She swallowed convulsively as the sounds continued and clasped
her hands together tightly in her lap in an effort to stop her body trembling.

Her breath
was escaping in short little pants when she turned back to look at Jason.  The
longing in his eyes almost made her come undone and she was shocked that it was
her he was looking at that way.  He looked almost hungry, like he wanted to
devour her; it both excited and terrified her. "Ja-Jason," she
whispered pleadingly, not even sure what she wanted.

"Watch
the show, sweetheart, you and I will talk later." He pulled his heated
gaze away from hers, hoping like hell she heeded his advice. If she didn't she
was going to find herself being taken on the ride of her life; he had never
wanted anyone beneath him as badly in his life.

She pulled
her eyes from his by sheer will alone. Something in her soul told her that
she'd better be damn sure he was what she wanted before she opened her mouth
again. She didn't know if it was the setting they were in, but there was
something about the man beside her that made her ache to do things she’d never
even thought of before.

The scenes
that had shocked her earlier when she first entered the dungeon were now
playing in her mind, fueling her imagination.  She wanted to feel his hands on
her body, to feel free and to find fulfillment like the others in the room
were.

Even the
sight of the people being beaten or tortured with strange toys was feeding her
libido.  She'd never before thought that pleasure could co-exist with pain. Who
was she kidding, she thought to herself as she continued to watch the various
couples, she'd never really thought much about sex, before that night she'd had
almost no interest in it. Confusion and need played around her mind and she
knew that never again would she believe herself incapable of feeling. 

When Scarlett
and Daniel finally joined them, Carla was on a high she didn't know how to
explain to her. Without thinking she pulled Scarlett into her arms and hugged
her tight, not wanting to let her go.

Scarlett
hugged her back, baffled by her friend's behavior.  "You okay, honey?"
She stroked her back lightly with one hand, while with the other she held her
close. Her eyes looked over Carla's shoulder at Daniel, not knowing what to say
or do.

Carla
nodded, but didn't let go of her friend, she felt as though she was lost in a
strange world, and Scarlett was her only harbor. Her body trembled
uncontrollably, and for the second time that night she found herself fighting
back tears that she couldn't understand.

"Master,
I think I should take Carla home." Scarlett had no idea what was wrong
with her friend, but it was apparent she was freaked out by what she had seen.

"I
think before that happens you should all join me in my study." Jason
turned to Daniel and smiled knowingingly.

Scarlett
didn't want to go against Jason, he was her Master's best friend, but talking
didn't seem like the best idea just then. "Master, I really think she
needs to go home." She didn't understand why Daniel was smiling, when it
was obvious that Carla couldn't handle the things she’d witnessed tonight.

"Take
Carla up to Jason's office, pet, and we'll join you in a moment." He
smiled, but his tone made it clear that she was to follow his orders.

Scarlett
wasn’t happy with Daniel as she worked her way free of the death grip Carla had
on her neck, but she realized then was not the time to talk to him about his
order. "Come on honey; let's get you out of the dungeon." She spoke
soothingly to Carla, like she was a child instead of her best friend.

Carla's
legs trembled as she allowed Scarlett to lead her out of the room, she was
scared and confused and thought going home was a better idea than sitting down
and talking. She felt completely drained emotionally though, and didn't feel
like she had the energy to argue.  Maybe just getting away from the dungeon
would help calm her nerves, she thought.

The office
she was led to was more like a huge study, and she couldn't help but look
around at the thousands of books that graced the shelves. Even without looking
at titles, the sheer volume of books suggested to Carla that Jason was a
well-read man. A shiver of excitement ran through her at the mere thought of
him, leaving her to wonder what was wrong with her as she settled in a huge
leather chair in front of the large desk. Pulling her feet up under her she
wrapped her arms around herself protectively.

"Carla,
I'm so sorry, I should have known this would be too much for you, can you
forgive me?"  Scarlett felt like shit for exposing her friend to her life
now that she'd seen her reaction to it, and hoped that someday she'd be able to
forgive her. She knelt in front of the chair and put her head in Carla's lap,
feeling like the worst friend in the world at that moment.

Carla
unwrapped her hands from her body and caressed Scarlett's hair. "It's okay
Scarlett, I'm not mad at you," she whispered soothingly, still trying to
come to grips with her confusion.

Scarlett
lifted tortured eyes to Carla's face. "I just wanted to share everything
with you," she said quietly, glad that Carla was at least able to forgive
her.

Carla gave
a small smile as she continued to stroke her friend's hair like she was a child
in need of comforting. "It wasn't too much." Biting her lip nervously
she tried to think of a way to explain what she was feeling. "I don't
think it was enough." She felt a blush color her cheeks as she made the
admission.

Scarlett's
eyes widened as she realized what Carla had said. "You mean you wanted to
try it yourself?" She was shocked. She knew better than anyone else that Carla
was an innocent, in everything. She'd only had one boyfriend in her entire
life, and she'd kicked him to the curb when he tried to grab her breast one
night on a date.

To say Scarlett
was shocked that Carla would want to play in her world was an understatement.
"Carla, honey, I don't mean to be vulgar, but you haven't even fucked yet,
are you sure this is something you want to try?"

If Scarlett
hadn't been her best friend, Carla knew she would never have had the guts to
tell her the truth. "I've never wanted to have sex before, until now;
seeing the things you've shown me tonight, well it's made me realize I'm
missing something."  She was embarrassed, but at the same time she felt
like she was finally a woman.

Daniel and
Jason entered the room then and Carla lowered her head, not sure if they had
heard her and embarrassed by her admission. 

"Carla,
I invited Scarlett and Daniel in here with us because I think you will be more
comfortable talking with them here, if you'd rather we talk alone though, I
understand." He had sensed earlier that Carla was very nervous and he
hoped by bringing her friend into the conversation she'd open up more. Daniel,
he had invited because as Scarlett's Master it was his right to be in on any
discussion that involved her.

Daniel
held out Scarlett's gown and getting to her feet she walked over to where he
stood. When she reached him he slid the gown over her head, thinking that Carla
would be more comfortable talking with all of them clothed.

Once he
had dressed Scarlett, Daniel held her, one arm around her waist, as he waited
for Carla's answer. He and Jason had only spoken briefly on the way upstairs,
and he was curious how things would play out, especially given what he knew of Carla
from Scarlett.

"I, I
feel b-better with them here" She lowered her eyes, feeling self-conscious
but a little less anxious knowing that Scarlett was there. She didn't
understand why, but Jason made her edgy, and not entirely in a bad way.

"Good."
Jason walked round the desk and sat across from her in a leather chair that
looked to have been molded to fit his body. "I want to ask you about
tonight, to see if I am reading you correctly." He hoped he had read her
body language correctly; the thought of training her was very appealing to him.

Daniel led
Scarlett over to a small leather sitting couch where they sat quietly. He held
her against him as she rested her head on his shoulder wearily; their session
in the dungeon had been a long and strenuous one, and he knew she was tired.

Carla
lifted her eyes to his face nervously, she found it hard to hold his gaze, but
couldn't bring herself to look away either. "W-what would you like to
k-know?" She couldn't stop the tremor in her words as her nerves got the
best of her.

He smiled
at her, sensing how nervous she was. "I'm going to assume this is the
first time you've been exposed to a dungeon, or to BDSM?"

She nodded
and lowered her eyes, her cheeks flushing again.

She would
learn to answer him with words, he told himself, if she decided to pursue this
when their talk was over, but for now he would give her some leniency.
"Were you turned on by what you witnessed tonight?" He knew the
answer to the question, but she had to admit it to herself before he moved on.

She nodded
again, her body slumping in the chair. She hadn't even spoken to Scarlett about
her desires, though they had skirted the topic a few times, and the question
made her more than a little uncomfortable.