Bar None (2 page)

"Why don't we take that tour? It might be best if I just asked you questions as we go along."

John stepped up to her and held out his hand to help her down from the bar stool. She slid down and his free hand went to her waist to steady her. She wanted to lean into him but his hand held her firmly.

The phone rang again and broke the spell. John moved past her and his arm brushed along her breast as he did. Her nipple tingled.

"Bar None. What? Now? Yeah, sure. No problem."

Dani's heart dropped. She wasn't stupid. By the tone of his voice her tour was about to come to an abrupt end.

John hung up the phone, glanced at her and grimaced. “I hate to say this but. . . ."

"No tour today. I sort of figured by your conversation. Not that I meant to listen.” Great. Now she wasn't getting the tour and she admitted to eavesdropping. He'd probably never let her back.

He shook his head. “Another reason to punish you. I may postpone our tour until I know you better. Let's start with e-mail and cell number.” He pushed a piece of paper and pen across the bar toward her. I deleted your e-mail by accident. I'd like to set up another appointment, but I may be out of town for a day or two. I would rather give you the tour myself. You might find me a little less threatening than some of the others that work here."

If there was ever a threat to her shedding her panties, he stood on the other side of the bar. She hadn't had a reaction like this since. . . well, never. Dani picked up the pen and wrote.
Dumb, dumb, dumb. You are going to end up fucking this man six ways to Sunday.
That only made her hand shake more as she thought of his tongue, his mouth, his hands. She looked down at the paper. Her hand had shaken so much that the words looked like they'd been either written by a child or a geriatric invalid. She slid the paper back to him.

"I'll get back to you shortly, Dani. In the meantime you think about an apt punishment."

Her mouth hung open and a groan escaped.

"See, sooner or later you'll admit there's more to this than just research."

"No. Really. This is for a book I'm writing."

He nodded at her and then his eyes slowly perused her body. “Okay. So let me give you some homework. Write me a scene between a dom and a sub. The way you think it would be. . . . “

"But that's why I'm here. To find out because I have no idea."

"Dani, you're not listening. The way you
think
it would be. I'll read it and we'll discuss it. What's for the most part real and what seems too much like fantasy. You may surprise yourself. Can you have it written by tomorrow?"

"One small scene? Sure. Do you want me to e mail it?” she asked hoping she didn't sound too desperate.

"No. I'll e-mail or call you to see if it is ready. With my personal e-mail. Not the club e-mail. And Dani, when you write the scene, do it naked."

She laughed to break the thick sexual tension in the air. “Yeah, right. Anything you say."

"That's my good girl.” The low growl of his voice set her pussy to throbbing.

Damn, how she itched to fuck this man.

John Broughan adjusted his crotch. He'd had a hard-on since that little inexperienced minx entered the club yesterday. He'd been going over the books when the owner, Rod, had to step out and asked him to show a potential club member around. Rod said she'd given one of the standard lies potential customers normally give, but to play it by ear.

John hadn't been thrilled to play tour guide. It's not like he actually worked at Bar None. He was an accountant at Dunworthy and Fink and assigned to go over the books at the bar. Or at least that was the cover the Bureau had given him. Not one to engage in public displays, this assignment proved to be a difficult one for him. Difficult because they'd picked the right man for the job he had to do. And that made him wonder how much his real boss knew about his personal desires. Things John had tried to hide not only because they were nobody's business, but also because he wasn't sure he could fully accept them himself.

He'd followed orders and made friends with the owner. It was easy enough to slip his interest into a conversation and ask to be allowed entrance during working hours. Single men who weren't friends of members weren't allowed inside the club. Granted a temporary membership, he could come to socialize with other doms, and supposedly, meet women who liked the same kind of sex he did.

He wasn't so sure about Dani. She didn't fit the profile of a woman looking for an alternate lifestyle. But, if she was only giving a line then she was putting on a good show. He didn't doubt deep down she hid submissive tendencies. He could spot them like a predator spotted a victim. She wore it like a fine piece of jewelry. She, however, didn't seem to be aware of it.

Helping her find her true self would be the up side to this job. The thought made his cock throb. Training an untrained sub was a bigger honor than deflowering a virgin as a teen. The sub had to think you were something special. And the trust of a first time sub could make any dom come thinking about it.

And Dani was a looker. Her shoulder length, honey colored hair was too dark to be considered blonde and too light to be considered brown. It hung like a tasty waterfall and John wanted to get close enough to see if it smelled as sweet. Her eyes were big, round, and periwinkle blue. Wide eyed innocence mixed with curiosity and darkened to an almost violet when peaked with lust. And it was there, hiding just beneath the surface.

But was she ready to join the club? And would she be willing to remain his sub for the time being? There wasn't much point taking the time to try and train her if she was going to flit off and play fucking roulette. John was into clean and safe. And if he was a betting man, he'd say Dani was too. To be honest, he didn't think she had much experience in any scene which was fine by him.

Petite and small boned, her waist would fit into his large hands. They could cover her small breasts, and leave a large splash of red when they paddled her heart shaped ass. He rubbed his hands together imagining the feel of her soft alabaster skin. His cock throbbed again. He pulled off his shorts so he was naked and picked up his phone as he reclined on the bed. He punched in the number and then as he put the phone to his ear, he wrapped his other hand around his cock.

He stroked through three rings before she answered. He didn't even respond to her hello. “I want to meet with you tomorrow, but not at the club."

"John? Um, Mr. Broughan?"

She sounded surprised to hear from him, like she'd forgotten he had her number. “I liked your scene. It could have been longer and had more detail but you got the basics down.” Sliding his hand up and down his shaft, John smiled in anticipation of her tiny hand replacing his own. “I'm going to help you make it hotter. Would you like that?"

"Of course. That's the whole point."

"Put the phone on speaker.” He hit the button and placed the phone on the bed while he heard the click on her side of the phone.

"Am I going to be typing?” she asked.

Gripping his cock tighter, he increased his pace. “No. Remember you owe me two punishments? This is the first. Take off your clothes and shut your eyes."

"What? Are you serious?"

"You need the tour of the private rooms, don't you? For your research?"

"Yes, but. . . . “

"And you owe me two punishments. I aim to collect. This is an easy punishment, Dani. I can't see you doing it, but it'll make your story hotter.” He heard her whimper and the sound of clothing being removed. Now, she could have been rustling material, but he inherently knew she followed the command.

"Dani, do you know where my hand is?” he asked as he continued to stroke his cock.

"No,” she practically whispered.

"Of course you know where it is and what I'm doing with it. It's important that you're honest and tell me where it is."

She cleared her throat but it didn't make her voice any louder. “Is it on your, um, your penis?"

"Say cock. Is it on your cock, Sir? Say it."

"Is it on your cock, Sir?” The last word, his title, came out as a squeak.

John's cock tightened as her voice submissively called out his title. Damn, she was a natural. “Very good,” he praised. “Now bring your hands up to your breasts like you're hiding them from me. Cover them up and knead them the way you would dough. Take your thumb and your forefinger and twirl your nipples in between them. Imagine my large rough hands instead of yours. Feels good, doesn't it? It'll be so much better when I do it for you."

A groan came through the phone and John had to slow down his stroke or he'd never make it through the phone call. “Now slip your hand down to your pussy. Let it rest there, you're not allowed to touch yet. If you're not lying down then lie down wherever you are and spread your legs nice and wide. Are you wet yet?"

Silence. Not a sound came from the other end of the phone. “I asked you a question. Answer me."

He heard a gasp and a sigh. “Yes.” The sound was a tortured whisper.

"Open your lips and run a finger along the slit, nice and gentle. Rub it up to your clit and circle it. Imagine my finger there, my tongue as it comes down between your legs. It flicks over your clit while I place my fingers inside you and pump them in and out. Put your fingers inside you and pump them, Dani."

The strangled little sounds were driving him mad. More than anything he wished he could see her pleasuring herself.

"My hands are on my cock, but I imagine your sweet mouth there, licking and sucking me while I do the same to your clit.” He hissed the last word as he groaned and came. His ragged breath gave the final command. “Rub that clit until you come now, Dani. And as you do, call out my name."

Whimpers and groans turned into pants. Short little gasps of pre-orgasm readiness, until the little voice yelled, “Johnnnnn. . . . “

The sound went straight to his groin. “I want you, you know that,” John said. He couldn't think of a woman he'd ever wanted more.

Her breathing hadn't yet regulated, so her response was breathy and enticing. “Yes."

"I want you to be my sub. No one else's. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

He needed to know that she understood what he was asking. “And there is no one else in the way? No husband? Boyfriend?"

"No."

He smiled, happy that she couldn't see him. “I'll expect you to meet me at Starbucks on the East Side at one-thirty tomorrow night. We'll have a cup of coffee and talk about what you feel safe doing our first time. Then you'll follow me to my house and before you come in, you'll call one of your friends with the address so you'll feel safe. Don't be late."

A half squeak came from the other end of the phone and John hung up without saying good-bye. His cock was already standing at attention in spite of the fact that he'd come only a few minutes before. It twitched as he thought of all of the possibilities.

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Dani squirmed in her seat and sipped on her iced coffee waiting for John to arrive. The sound of the motorcycle entering the lot jolted her and she gazed out the window. Yup, that had to be him. Sure enough, when the helmet came off, Dani spotted John's face, but she would have known him by the body and the clothes. He wore dark jeans and a black Tee shirt. Black motorcycle boots completed his ensemble. Tough. Sexy. In control.

He entered Starbucks and quickly glanced around the room until he saw her. Nodding in acknowledgement, he walked past her to the line and ordered a coffee. Was she mad to do this? She must have completely lost her mind. She'd actually masturbated together with him on the phone the night before. How the hell could she sit here and face him?

John slid into the seat across from her and handed her a napkin. “Get up, walk half way to the trash and drop the napkin. Then bend straight down from the waist to pick it up. Don't bend your knees.” He looked directly into her eyes. “I need to see the shape of your ass to see what I'm going to do with it tonight. Then throw out the napkin and return.” He pressed the napkin into her hand.

She sat staring at him unable to move and suddenly mute.

His expression was no longer readable. “Do it. Now."

Her legs moved without her brain telling them to. She found herself standing, clutching the napkin, and looking into his eyes. He nodded for her to follow his orders and she turned without thinking. Half way to the garbage can she let the napkin slip from her fingers. Without the courage to glance back at him, Dani bent at the waist until her hands were by the floor and her ass was in the air so he could see the way her sundress hiked high on her legs.

Nervous that he'd somehow be angry he couldn't see the shape of her ass with the bell skirted dress, she hiked the side with her hand so he could at least see a good amount of cheek. Unlike the other day, today she wore a sheer white thong.

When she returned to the seat he was smiling appreciatively. He leaned in and his low voice seeped through. “I can't wait to get my hands on you."

Dani didn't say a word. Her lack of protest ensured he would be touching her. She knew it, but couldn't formulate a response. “Safe words? We'll use red and yellow?"

"I won't hurt you. A little spanking doesn't really hurt. I'm going to give you sexual excitement like you've never experienced before. Are you wet?"

Dani glanced down to the table and nodded.

"Look at me and answer verbally."

She looked up. “Yes."

"What are you saying yes to?"

"Yes, I'm wet."

"Good girl. Why are you wet, Dani? What is it you want? Tell me what you want me to do to you? Come on, it's a short little word. You want me to take my fingers and do what to you? Say it."

"Fuck me,” she whispered.

"Say it again. Until you what?"

She glanced around to see if there was anyone that could hear. He smiled and shook his head. “You don't want more punishment. Remember, you still owe me one."

Dani's heart beat fast and she was so hot she found it hard to breathe. “Fuck me until I come."