Intrigue at Haven's Crossing (2 page)

“So, when would all this Dom stuff start?” she asked, looking up at him.

“It already has, Myka, and you’ve responded beautifully. That’s why I’m betting you’re going to love our time together.”

“You said we would have a safe word—what is it?”

“At the club, it’s ‘Red.’ If anybody hears ‘Red,’ people come running. But it’s
your
word, honey. You can have it be anything you want.”

“I think ‘Red’ is a good word. So when I say it, you stop?”

“I stop.”

“But if I said it a lot, then we probably wouldn’t see each other after that, right?”

“Myka, look at me. I want you to listen to me very carefully. You
will
say ‘Red’ anytime you feel we’ve gone too far, when you can’t bear to take it anymore, or when it’s so uncomfortable, for whatever reason, that you can’t stand it. Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“If you use your safe word, we’re gonna talk about it and figure out what’s going on, okay? If you ever
don’t
use the safe word when you need to—
that’s
when there will be a problem. Now, do you have any other questions you want to ask?”

“Kim mentioned something about Masters and slaves. What’s the difference between that and what you’re talking about?”

“You’ve got really good questions, sweetheart, and I’m glad you’re asking them. First of all, at the club we have Masters. I’m a Master. You would address me as Master while we’re at the club. ‘Master’ can mean different things though. Usually, in a Master/slave relationship, it’s a lifestyle they live twenty-four-seven. He is the master of his slave at all times. It never stops. The slave depends on the Master completely, for all things. That type of relationship is too intense for me personally. I don’t have the time or energy
or
the want to.

“Now, I am a dominant man by nature, and that won’t change. So, when we’re in the bedroom or at the club, you are my sub. If this works out, I will claim you as my own and everyone will know to stay away from you. At the club, you will kneel, you will call me ‘Master,’ you will submit to me, and you will do as you’re told. When we’re out doing regular, everyday life, it won’t be like that. Oh, you’ll still do what I say, and if you choose not to then you’ll get a spanking, but I want you to be yourself as well. I want to know who you are and what you like and don’t like. I want to hear your opinion and argue with you over whatever we don’t agree on. I want to know what you’re feeling and thinking, and I never want you to be afraid to tell me anything.” Blake looked at her, waiting for her response.

“Blake, I think I like the idea of being a submissive, but I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never been with a dominant man before, but obviously it’s something I’m attracted to. The not knowing scares me, but I’d like to try. I’d also like to ease into the whole club thing. I need to learn more about it and what it’s about. And, just out of curiosity, do you have a dungeon or something in the basement with chains and whips on the walls?”

Blake smiled at that question and rubbed her cheek with his hand. “Sweetheart, I have a BDSM
club
—I don’t need a room here. Anytime we want to go play, that’s where we’ll go. I also have a personal suite there on the second floor, so we could even stay there for days at a time if we wanted to.” He gave her a wink, causing her to blush and look away. “How about I take you for a tour tomorrow afternoon?”

“Okay,” she replied, holding back a yawn.

“Right now, you need to get some sleep. You’ve had a long, eventful day and you need your rest.” With that, he tapped her on the end of her nose with his finger and then got up, holding out his hand. Myka slowly put her hand in his, unsure of what was about to happen.

Blake walked her into the bedroom, and then Myka just stood there, afraid to move. It was obvious she was starting to think too much, which led to more anxiety and a chance that she might hyperventilate. He pulled her against his body and just held her tightly with his arms, until her breathing returned to normal and the tension began to melt away. “It’s okay, baby. Everything’s going to be just fine,” he whispered soothingly. “Will you be alright if we go and sit on the bed? I need to rub your shoulders and back, so you’ll feel better.” Myka nodded, and they both sat down. Blake moved her so that she was sitting in front of him and then gently moved her hair to the side so he could kiss the back of her neck. She took a deep breath and sighed, causing him to smile. He whispered in her ear, “And that’s just your neck, sweetheart. Now, I need you to unbutton your blouse.” When she didn’t move he added, “Myka?”

“I–I don’t think I can do it, Blake. Sir,” she said with panic in her voice.

“It’s okay, little one. We’re gonna take this one step at a time. Are you afraid?”

“No,” she replied immediately.

“Then why does it bother you that I want you to take your blouse off?”

“I’m just not used to this and I—” Myka tried to get up off the bed, but Blake pulled her back.

“No, ma’am, you don’t. You’re going to finish what you were about to say, and you’re going to do it right now.” He sat there looking at her, waiting for her to speak and not letting go. “If you want to sit here like this all night we will. It makes no difference to me, sweetheart.”

After a good five minutes of Myka’s useless attempts at breaking free from his hold, Blake saw a tear run down her cheek. He took his finger and wiped the tear from her face and then said softly, “Obviously there’s a lot you’re thinking about right now, which makes it even more important for you to talk to me. I can see this doesn’t come easy for you, so we’re gonna start practicing right now. The more you do it, the easier it gets. Now, I’m not even gonna make you look at me, so all you have to do is say the words.”

Myka looked down but began to slowly speak. “I–I haven’t been with anyone in a long time, and I’m not comfortable being undressed in front of you. I thought I could do it, but I can’t. I’m embarrassed for you to see me.”

“Why would you be embarrassed, Myka? You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

“I am not beautiful! I’m not a hundred and ten pounds, so let’s stop the bullshit, Blake.”

Blake immediately made her look at him, and she could see the anger in his eyes. “Let me make myself clear, honey. I don’t lie, and I don’t bullshit. I don’t know who you were with before, but apparently they didn’t treat you like you should’ve been treated.
I’m
not them, so we’re gonna stop this right here, right now. I can see you’ve got curves, Myka. I like curves. I like curves a whole fucking lot.”

“I—” Myka started to speak, but Blake interrupted her.

“I’m not finished yet, little one, and you’re gonna sit here and listen to every damn word. Now, as I was saying, I like curves. And, I’m gonna be seeing all of yours eventually—without any clothes on, so right now I want you to take your blouse off so we can start with your top half and then move on from there.”

Blake then began to unbutton her blouse with determination, leaving her no choice but to let him do it. Myka closed her eyes and tried to take her thoughts elsewhere, when she felt her blouse then bra drop to the floor. She held her breath, and her body tensed. She felt Blake’s hand on her breasts, and then he pulled her into his arms, whispering into her ear, “Open your eyes, baby. Everything’s just fine.”

Myka took a few deep breaths and slowly opened her eyes. She kept her head buried against his body until he lifted her chin, so he could see her eyes. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Blake, I can’t do this.”

“You’ve already done it, sweetheart. The worst part is over.”

“No, it’s not. You don’t understand!”

“I understand just fine. It’s apparent that you have some issues we need to work on, but if you didn’t do something every time you were a little afraid or embarrassed, you wouldn’t be living much, now would you?” Myka said nothing. “Answer me, please.”

“I, uh, guess not.”

“You guess not, what?”

“I guess not, Sir.”

“Then we just need to take this one step at a time, and you’ll see it’s not as bad as you’ve made it out to be. Now, I’m going to touch you for a little while, okay?”

“Okay,” Myka whispered.

Blake began to rub her breasts with one hand and then bent down to cover her mouth with his. She felt the electricity again, and her body began to melt into his. “That’s it, little one. Let it go.”

“Oh, God, Blake. I—”

“I know, baby. I’m gonna make you feel real good. I just need you to trust me. Do you think you can do that for me?”

“Uh-huh.”

“That’s my girl. Now I’m going to lay you back on the bed so I can explore your exquisite top half, and then we’re gonna take off your jeans so I can explore the rest of you.” Blake moved the pillows against the headboard of the bed and then positioned her so he could lie beside her. He took her left breast in his mouth, licking and nipping at her nipple until it was erect and hard. Myka began to moan as she felt his tongue on her body. She felt his hand move down to the button of her jeans, and she held her breath as he slowly pulled the zipper down and worked his hand in so he could touch her pussy.

“Let’s get these off,” he said hoarsely as he stripped the jeans and panties from her body.

“Blake,” she whimpered, not comfortable with being completely naked.

“Shhh. You’re doin’ just fine, baby. I like your curves, remember?”

Myka took another deep breath as his hand slipped back to her wet pussy and parted her lips. She arched her hips toward his hand, as he took his finger and slowly began to pump in and out of her eager hole.

“Oh God, Blake!”

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby,” he said with a wink. “I’m gonna make you come real good for me before I fill you with my cock.” He scooted down so that his head was between her legs. He put her legs over his shoulders and then began to lick her completely and thoroughly. He then flicked her clit with his tongue, causing her to gasp in pleasure. When he started to finger-fuck her pussy in unison with his tongue, it was no time at all until she felt herself coming hard, her body writhing as her hands fisted the bedding. He chuckled when she screamed his name and continued to moan.

“That was a good one, sweetheart. Now we get to do it all over again.” Blake unzipped his jeans and began to take off his clothes. When his stiff cock emerged, Myka’s eyes widened, and she thought to herself that there was no way in hell she could take all of him. Blake noticed the look on her face. “Whatcha thinkin’, baby?”

Myka stammered. “Uh, that it’s been a long time, and you’re so big and—”

“We’re gonna take it real slow, and if it hurts we’re gonna stop, okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Again, Myka.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl. Now let the games begin.”

Blake took a condom out of the bedside table and handed it to Myka to put on his stiff erect cock. Her hands were shaking as she tried to tear the package open. She finally got it out, and it slid snugly over his thick shaft. Blake then took Myka’s arms and lifted them over her head. “Have you ever been restrained, Myka?”

“Uh, no, Sir,” she replied with uncertainty in her eyes.

“Myka,” he said with more authority, “What is your safe word?”

“Red.”

“You will use that word if you get scared or if it hurts, but I want you to at least try for me, okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He then pulled out two padded wrist restraints from the headboard that Myka hadn’t seen before. He gently placed each wrist in the cuffs and made sure they were secure, but not too tight. She immediately began to struggle and pull at the restraints, but was unable to break free. She then began to blush when she realized she was getting wetter and was aching for his touch.

Blake positioned himself over her body, his cock now touching her pussy. He began to tease her by rubbing his cock up and down, making sure not to enter. Myka began to tilt her hips toward him, wanting him to fuck her. “Please, Blake!”

“Please what, Myka?”

“Please, fuck me—Sir!”

“For someone who was so nervous, you sure are being impatient aren’t you?”

“Y–yes, Sir.”

“So, you want me to go ahead and put my cock in?”

“Yes, please dammit! Sir.”

“Well now, I do like ‘please.’”

With that, he began to enter her pussy, and she could feel him stretching her with his girth. He moved gently, in and out, going deeper with each thrust. When he had filled her completely, he stopped. “You okay, baby?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m gonna wait here just a minute so you can adjust.”

“Please move, Sir. Please.”

“Patience, sweetheart.”

“I’m not patient! Sir.”

“Well, then. That’s something we’re gonna have to work on.”

“Oh God! Can’t we work on it later?”

“I know this is your first night, Myka, but you’re
not
in charge anymore. You’ll get fucked when I decide you get fucked, and you’ll come when I let you come.”