In the Blind (9 page)

Music
filled the room, followed by cheers and giggles.

The
line moved faster this time around, or maybe it was her imagination. In a flash,
she was the next one up.

“Are
you ready?”

“No.”
She smiled at Marcus. “Yes.”

“That’s
better.” A sweet smile bloomed across his face. “I’m happy for you two.” He
held out his hand.

She
grabbed onto him with all her might. He turned and they slipped past the door,
and she welcomed the darkness. There were no thoughts of haunted houses this
time. The darkness wrapped around her like a welcome friend, and the adventure
of the night slipped into her.

They
turned a corner. It seemed different from last time. They must have been headed
toward a different room. Their forward movement stopped, and her hand was
placed in Rob’s. She could no longer hear the music for her heart boomed in her
ears. It seemed the world had stopped turning.

She
shrugged out of her robe and stood naked, in the pitch black room, holding the
hand of the man who’d filled her fantasies for months. And just like that, she
calmed down. Her nerves should have been on overdrive, but her steady pulse
reminded her she’d done this before.

His
thumb caressed the back of her hand, and her knees threatened to give in. The
next touch landed softly on her cheek, fingertips caressing her chin and her
lips. The temptation was too much. She licked her lips and sucked lightly on
his finger, the same clean taste. The pounding in her ears bottomed out, and need
spread through her body.

His
hand stroked across her chin and around to the nape of her neck. A second of
waiting and then his mouth crushed down on hers. His lips were firm and
demanding, driving her desire, and his warm, wet tongue swept through her
mouth. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her wanting and
desperate to know the truth.

“Was
it you?” she cried out. “Please, just tell me, tell me it was you.”

His
mouth claimed hers again, his strong lips taking possession of everything it
touched. Their tongues danced in a simple seduction, and then he tore his lips from
hers to nibble on her ear. “Yes, my sweet, it was me.”

“Oh,
Rob.” Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she took his mouth in a desperate
need to be closer. “I wanted it to be you.” She pressed her body against his
and wished she could see the expression on his face. There could be no
assumptions. She’d have to ask. “Is it okay that it was me?”

His
hands stroked around her back to grasp her ass, and he pulled her against his
hard body. “You are a fantasy come to life. Since the day we met, I’ve dreamed about
having you naked and in my arms. Now, here you are, for the second time.” His
hands stroked her curves building her desire.

She
clung to him, needing more.

He
stroked up her back and then through her hair. “It’s as silky as I remember.”
He grabbed hold of her by the nape of her neck. “I need you in my life, Jane.
Please tell me my actions have shown you what I want.”

She
knew what she wanted. She wanted this man to be happy, and it seemed his
happiness was now tied to her own. Fear of getting hurt again jumped through
her thoughts. Rob was so different from Adam. He clearly found her attractive
and obviously didn’t find her desires abhorrent. Yes, very different from Adam.

“I
believe they have. I think we are both ready to move on. But I have a few stipulations.”

“Anything
you want, sweetheart.” His hands roamed her body, taking possession.

Pleasure
squeezed her cheeks into a blissful smile. “First, I still want to come to Club
Blind.”

His
hands stilled.

“But
only if it’s date night.”

“I’ll
agree to your stipulation if you agree to mine.” His hand found her breast, squeezed
her nipple and immediately let go.

Warmth
flooded her pussy. “I’d love to give you what you want.”

“You
can go on date nights.” He pulled on her other nipple. He nibbled on her earlobe
and trailed kisses down her neck. The pressure on her nipple increased. “But
you have to be my date.”

“Absolutely.”
She squeaked at
the pressure he’d built, and her hips rocked against him. She moaned, lost in
pleasure.

“I
have one more request.” He sucked on her neck and pulled on her tightly held nipple.

“What
do you want from me?” She rubbed her pussy against his length.

“There’s
another club upstairs.”

“You’d
rather be up there?”

“I
want to be wherever you are, sweetheart.” He rubbed up and down her backside.

“Oh,
Rob.” She felt her way to his neck and pulled him down for a sweet kiss. “We’ve
been in the blind for far too long.”

“You’re
absolutely right. We have a lot to talk about.”

“I
have scheduled a meeting with Mistress Charlie. It’s next Sunday.” She stroked
her fingers through his hair. “Will you consider joining me?”

“I’d
love to. I had no idea you were considering joining the club.” He rubbed her
hip.

“I’ve
been too nervous to do much more, but I think it would be different if we went
together.”

“It
would be my honor. Thank you for asking.”

“This
is where we begin.”

“Absolutely,
and right now I intend to bring us both as much pleasure as possible.” His arms
wrapped around her legs and shoulders, sweeping her up. She was set on top of
the mattress.

She
searched for him, but her hands only met air. Then she heard a faint clatter.

“Shit.”

“Rob.”

“I
knocked over the bowl of condoms.”

“Oops.”
She laughed. “Do you have one?”

“I
do now.”

“Well
done, honey.”

Several
heartbeats more and the bed dipped, and his body covered hers.

“Sometimes
we make things harder on ourselves.”

“Gosh,
that’s so true.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and guided him down for a
searing kiss.

“My
precious Jane, we’ve waited too long for this.” He stroked her face. “We’ll no
longer be in the dark. We’ll explore our needs together.” He pushed her knees
apart with his own, and his hard cock pressed against her entrance. “You know
me. You know I want you in my life and in my bed.”

“I
know, and I want the same thing.” Her hips rocked until she had him where she
wanted him, his cock dipping into her pussy. She shifted her hips again, and he
slid a bit further inside. Pleasure rippled up her spine, and she moaned. “Oh
Rob, take me.”

“With pleasure, sweetheart.”
He pushed all
the way in stretching her, filling her.

She
squeezed his cock as he pulled out and reentered her pussy. In and out, her
pleasure rose higher than she thought possible. His thrusts remained an even
tempo, but the force grew stronger, taking her right to the edge of bliss. As
he pulled from her, sparks of pure pleasure swam around her senses, pulling her
deeper into the emotion swallowing her whole.

“Are
you ready for more?” He pulsed at her entrance and took hold of her breast. His
thumb brushed back and forth across her nipple.

“I
want it all. Please, don’t hold back.”

“I
want to share everything with you, including my desire to dominate.” He took
hold of her nipple and pulled while he pushed back into her pussy.

“Oh,
Rob.” A tremor ran over her skin. She wanted to give into him, wanted to give
him everything and not just because she’d waited so long for him.

“I’m
pleased you’re considering joining Club Voyage.” He’d let go of her nipple, and
sparks ran straight to her core.

“I
have.” She expected a cold sweat, but under his firm hands, she couldn’t deny
her interest. “I’ve been sitting on their application for weeks. I’ve been so
nervous.”

“It
would be a privilege to share with you the delights of Dominance and
submission.” He grabbed her ass and pulled her tight against his cock. “I want
to care for you as a Dom. I want the gift of your submission.”

“You’ve
opened yourself to me, and I know what that takes. I want to open myself to
you, but I’m completely new to this. You’ll have to guide me.”

“You’re
a dream delivered.” His light touch breezed over her shoulders. “But I must
warn you, submission is not a game, and it’s not easy street. I’ll push you to
find your limits.” He drove into her harder than ever before. “I’ll push you to
discover what drives you crazy with need.”

“I
want…” She screamed for release, needing to be consumed by the inescapable
pleasure. “I want to give myself to you. I want to put myself in your hands.
I’m yours, Rob. I’m so yours.”

“That’s
the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.” He slammed back into her, his rhythm
altogether different. “Fuck, Jane, you feel so good.”

“Don’t
stop.” Her body hummed with a need so strong that she braced herself against
the wall behind her. A dam broke apart, and light filled her vision with blasts
of pleasure.

He
followed shortly thereafter.

She’d
never felt more comfortable with someone. His body was molded to hers, and she
had no desire to ever move again. They’d finally found the right time to be
together and she hoped with everything in her that she wouldn’t ruin it.

Chapter Seven

Over
the next week Jane and Rob spent every spare moment together. It turned out his
preferred joint for stuffed pizza was better than her longtime favorite, and he
finally relented that her Italian place near Wrigley Field was better than the
place he frequented, except for the tiramisu. She felt like a tourist in her
own city as she got to know it all over again through fresh eyes.

With
all the interviews she’d scheduled over the next week, she needed a few new
suits. Rob had escorted her on a shopping trip, fetching different sizes when
she needed them and opening every door for her. By the end of the week, they’d
settled into a little routine. She even found one of his shirts in her laundry
Sunday morning. Instead of washing it, she put it on. His scent wrapped around her
like a warm hug.

The
only time she’d gotten uncomfortable was when he’d asked her why things hadn’t
worked out between her and Adam. She hadn’t known what to say. Simply stating
they’d wanted different things felt like an understatement, but she didn’t want
to talk about Adam or that horrible day when she finally left him. She wanted
to leave him in her past. He had nothing to do with her future.

Rob
had shared more about his marriage. It was hard to believe he’d once been so
happy with Gina. It was clear to see in his eyes, they’d been close, and he’d
loved her deeply when they’d said their “I dos”. Through the years, they’d
naturally grown up and grew apart.

When
she’d called Mistress Charlie last weekend to add Rob to her training session, Charlie
had been overjoyed by the news. However, she’d asked them not to have sex again
until they met with her. At first, Jane didn’t know if they’d survive the day,
let alone the week. Each little look or touch had set off sparks of need. Her
mystery man really was a fantasy come to life.

Although,
she wouldn’t trade the time they’d spent together. Last night, they stayed up
talking about their families. His parents and younger sister lived in Evanston,
and she was looking forward to meeting them in a couple of weeks at the next
family gathering.

Rob
had gotten up early that morning. He’d kissed her forehead while she was still
in bed and told her there was hot coffee and homework waiting for her on her
kitchen table. The coffee was his way of convincing her to get out of bed. He
already knew not much else could make that happen on the weekends. He’d
promised to meet her at Mistress Charlie’s.

The
assignment had been the same application forms for Club Voyage’s training
program she’d been neglecting for weeks. The first several pages went over the
club’s policies on everything you’d expect from confidentiality, no photography
of any kind, Club safe words, acceptable submissive attire, the submissives’
creed, and firm requirements that instructions from the Club’s Masters were to
be followed explicitly. The rules even extended to Mistress Charlie’s B&B
when training sessions were held there. The next few pages were filled with
questions for her to answer from her sexual history to her soft and hard
limits.

She’d
taken a chance with Club Blind and proved to herself her needs were not to be
ignored. She couldn’t stop there. She needed to keep going and experience her
deepest desires as a submissive. She tapped her toes at the idea of doing
something Rob demanded of her. If he was strong enough to ask her for
something, she wanted to be open enough to give it a try.

After
stripping off her clothes, she stood in front of her closet trying to decide
what to wear. What was appropriate to meet your boyfriend and your submissive
trainer? Anne had told her it didn’t matter because she probably wouldn’t be
wearing it for long. If they were going to meet at the club, she’d have an
idea, but they were meeting at Charlie’s B&B in the middle of the afternoon.