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Marc rose to dispose of his condom in a near by receptacle before turning back to see Jack cuddling Morgan on top of him. Scott leaned down and kissed her forehead before striding off. Jack’s large hands soothed her as he whispered into her ear. Their happiness and contentment defined their relationship, a relationship he envied and despaired of ever experiencing himself.

Turning away from the couple, he was stunned to see a small, familiar figure standing uncertainly in the entrance into the club. Blue eyes were glued on him, and Marc could see the wariness and the pleasure in them from here and felt his gut clench as his breath left his body. He’d recognize that red gold hair anywhere as well as that petite, tight body. Eyes glued to the woman he hadn’t seen in over seven years, the one he had sent fleeing from him in fear, he stood immobile until she began to make her way tentatively toward him.

“Cassie?” he asked in disbelief when she stopped in front of him. Seven years, he thought, and his first reaction at seeing her again was just as strong, his desire for her just as forceful.

Part Two: Marc and Cassie

Chapter Nine

Seven Years Earlier

He saw her the minute she entered the club room with the rest of the beginners.

Marc Taite straightened from leaning against the bar where he had been watching with little interest the sexual activities going on in the Omaha BDSM club. He and his partner, Jack Cutter, had opened the Bear Creek Lodge in the Colorado Mountains last year, a lodge that catered to those with alternative lifestyles, giving them a safe place to vacation and indulge in their passions without repercussions. The Omaha club was just one they had frequented before and knew a lot of the members. For the last two weeks, they had been making personal appearances at some of the more reputable clubs in the Midwest to promote their lodge and extol the benefits of having a vacation spot that offered all the fun activities of visiting the mountains as well as affording their guests the freedom and privacy to participate in some BDSM adventures. This was their last stop before heading home and Marc had been looking forward to returning to the peace and quiet of his mountain. As much as he had enjoyed socializing with others in the lifestyle and playing with a willing sub, he was ready for a little solitude. That is until he had spotted her.

For the first time, he was glad Jack had promised Wade that they would help tonight with the beginners. Wade was a good friend and, as the owner of this club, ran a decent place that any beginner would find a safe haven for their introduction to the lifestyle. Confident that his friend had done a thorough check on ID’s, Marc just decided which little beginner he would be tutoring tonight.

Marc stepped forward first to greet the small group, his eyes latching onto a pair of bright blue, wary orbs. Not wanting to risk losing her to another Dom, he simply held out his hand. “I’m Master Marc. Allow me to show you around.”

Marc was relieved when she put her small hand in his and she smiled nervously at him. He couldn’t wait to watch those eyes change from wariness to arousal. Nodding to both Jack and Wade who were watching him with knowing smirks, he led her to a small, unoccupied sofa in a relatively quiet corner. “What’s your name, darlin’?” Pulling her onto his lap, he settled her so she was sitting sideways, her skirt draped legs over his, facing him.

“Cassie.”

Marc frowned at her. “Didn’t Master Wade instruct you on how to address a Dom?” Her face reddened, which delighted him.

“Uh, yes, Sir. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. Tonight you’re allowed an infraction or two. How old are you, Cassie?”

“Twenty one, Sir.”

Marc smiled when her eyes widened as one of the regular couples walked by, the Dom leading his smiling, sweaty sub by a leash attached to her collar, her bare breasts sporting nipple clamps. “She looks lovely, doesn’t she?” he asked, drawing her wide eyed attention back to him.

“What? Oh, well, I guess, I mean if you think so.”

Chuckling, Marc drew her against his chest. “Relax. No one here is going to bite you, at least not yet. Now, tell me what brings you here. You’re awfully young to be exploring alternative sexual lifestyles.”

“Well, to be honest, I’m mostly here on a bet. My college room mates caught me exploring some of this….” her slim hand waved toward the busy room, “stuff. The next thing I know, they’re pulling up the website for this place and daring me to come tonight. That’s them over there.”

Marc followed her pointed finger toward two brunettes who were on the edge of the dance floor, their bodies moving easily to the fast beat of the music as they flirted with their partners.

“So, you’re here mostly out of curiosity, not any desire to explore?”

“That’s how the evening started,” she hedged.

“And?” he prompted, his hand under her chin as he turned her face up to his, refusing to allow her to hide.

“I wouldn’t mind….exploring a little.”

Marc’s cock stiffened further as he wrapped his hand around her hair and held her head immobile. “What’s your safe word?”

“Cherry,” she whispered, her eyes glued to his.

“I promise, Cassie, you won’t need to use it.” With that reassurance, he dipped his head and took her lips in a no holds barred kiss. With one hand holding her head tightly by the hair and his other wrapped around her waist, he gave her a small taste of what being restrained would feel like. She struggled at first, but as his lips took hers, as his tongue slipped into her mouth and licked hers, she relaxed against him, her lips clinging to his as her tongue explored his in return.

Marc couldn’t remember when he had enjoyed a first kiss more. Her lips were a perfect fit for his and her shy response only inflamed him further. When she moaned into his mouth and tried to shift closer against him, he knew he’d have to slow down before he laid her out on the sofa and took her right then. Reluctantly, he lifted his mouth from hers, letting his tongue lick her lips before saying, “I think you’d enjoy being tied to my bed, darlin’.” As she drew back in alarm, he added, “But, first, let’s see what turns you on.”

Rising, Marc took her hand and walked with her through the room, letting her observe the play, getting a feel for what she might like and not like. He had never taken a virgin sub before. All of his partners had been active in the lifestyle and it had only been a matter of picking one whose needs were compatible with his. It was a fun game he enjoyed playing, but lately he had found himself wondering what it would be like to have a steady relationship, a woman who knew him as well as he knew her.

He glanced down at the petite girl by his side and wondered why he was so drawn to her. She wasn’t even his type. He preferred bigger women, softer subs he could sink his hard body into. Cassie was slender, her breasts beneath the sleeveless tank top she wore with her mid calf pleated skirt were unbound and little more than a handful. And yet, he couldn’t wait to get her naked, to feel those small nipples in his mouth and her pussy clasped around his dick.

Her indrawn breath and wide eyed gaze drew his attention to a lighted scene area where a sub was strapped down over a padded bench, her bare ass prominently displayed. A resounding slap on her right buttock from her dom drew a cry from the restrained woman and another gasp from Cassie. When her blue eyes lit with interested arousal, Marc pulled her closer then moved behind her, bringing his arms around her and holding her against him.

“I could see you there, Cassie,” he whispered in her ear as his hand moved up to cup her breast. When she pushed against his palm, he tightened around her, running his thumb over her stiff peak repeatedly as the woman received another swat on her ass.

“I…I don’t think so,” Cassie murmured softly, her eyes glued to the scene before her.

“You can’t picture yourself in her position, allowing me to spank you, or you can’t imagine enjoying it like she does? Look at her pussy, darlin’. See how wet she is?” Marc grinned when she turned beet red, the blush almost obliterating her freckles.

“I don’t think I’d enjoy being spanked at all, let alone in public,” she replied, but her eyes didn’t shy away from the scene being played out.

“Let’s see, shall we?” Marc pinched her nipple hard, then soothed the tormented bud by rubbing his thumb back and forth across it. As her breath sped up, he pinched her again, a little harder and was gratified when she whimpered and pushed against his palm at the same time. “Are you wet, Cassie?” He bit her small ear lobe, then soothed it with his tongue. “Answer me now.”

“Of course not,” she denied on an escaped breath.

Marc turned her around, his hands hard on her slender shoulders and glared down into her startled, aroused face. “Don’t ever lie to your Dom, Cassie. This lifestyle isn’t for you if you can’t at least be honest about what you like and what you don’t. Your body doesn’t lie. Do you want me to reach under your skirt to check for myself to see if you’re lying?”

The poor girl looked frantically around before hissing, “You wouldn’t!”

So, the timid little mouse had a little spit fire in her, much to his amusement and pleasure. “I would unless you answer me honestly right now.”

“Fine,” she snapped. “I’m wet. Are you satisfied?”

“Not yet, but I hope to be once I have you under me.” His eyes on hers, Marc took her hands and pulled them behind her, holding them tightly with one hand while he lowered the strap of her tank top, baring her right breast, with his other. The sounds of slapping flesh, heavy grunts and soft cries came from the couple behind them as Marc lowered his head and suckled her breast. When she pushed her breast into his mouth, he knew she was with him, knew watching the other couple had heightened her senses and lowered her guard.

With his teeth, he nibbled on her nipple, then bit it lightly before laving it with his tongue. He held her breast cupped in his palm, surprised at how full it felt, how soft she was as he kneaded her plump flesh and suckled her tight, cherry pink nipple. Fuck, he thought as his cock demanded attention. When had the simple act of sucking a woman’s breast turned him on so much? Her soft cries and restless body only fueled his desire and he had to forcefully make himself let go of his delectable treat and pull back a little before he scared her off.

Her eyes were wide and dazed when he released her, her lip pinched tightly between small white teeth as she breathed heavily. “You make it easy to forget you’re new to this,” he said while covering her breast. “Come on, dance with me.”

A slow tune was playing as he drew her unresisting body into his arms. In flat shoes, her head barely reached his shoulders, but she still felt just right in his arms. When her arms slipped around his neck, he cupped her buttocks and held her against his groin, letting her feel how much he wanted her and where this was leading.

Lifting her head, she looked at him tentatively, but those expressive eyes couldn’t hide her arousal. “Sir?”

“Soon, darlin’. Tell me about yourself, what you’re studying in school, what you like to do in your free time.”

“I’m an English Major and I’ll probably go into teaching. Truth is, I don’t really know what I want to do yet.”

“Who does at twenty-one? I was in the military at that age with no idea what I wanted to do either.”

“How old are you, Sir?”

Marc lowered his head to her ear, whispering, “Only seven years older than you, Cassie, but decades older when it comes to experience. Are you sure you want to continue this night with me?” As difficult as it would be, he would let her go if she wasn’t sure.

Cassie gave him a direct look before candidly admitting, “I wanted you the minute I entered this room and saw you. You haven’t done anything to make me change my mind.”

Praying he could contain his more dominant urges, Marc grabbed her hand and pulled her to the stairs that led up to the private rooms, hoping like hell one was available. Luckily, the one he was hoping for was vacant and he wasted no time ushering her in and putting out the ‘IN USE’ sign. This room, he knew, held a king size, four poster bed and an array of toys, but none of the equipment that could be found downstairs or in some of the other rooms. As much as he’d like to restrain her over a bench or on a St. Andrews Cross, her inexperience made him decide to opt for something a little tamer. Hopefully, he’d get her to come so many times tonight, that she’ll gladly return tomorrow night and be brave enough to try something new.

“Do you trust me, darlin’?” he asked her when he turned back from securing the door to find her chewing her bottom lip.

“I just met you.”

Away from the over stimulating sights of downstairs, her self preservation had kicked in, as was obvious by the worried look she cast at the closed door. “It’s not locked. Master Wade doesn’t allow any locked doors for safety reasons. I had assumed you’d want privacy for your first time here. If I was wrong, we can go back downstairs and proceed in public.”

Panic and a hint of excitement was evident on her face as she quickly shook her head, that glorious mane of red gold hair flying around her shoulders. “Oh, no, please, Sir. I want to stay here.”

“Good enough. Since I don’t want to put you in a position where you have to lie to me, I won’t ask you again if you trust me. Let me just reassure you that you can. Now, strip.” Arms crossed over his chest, his gaze was direct, his order softly spoken but in a tone that demanded instant obedience. He was pleased when her nipples puckered tightly, revealing just how much dominance turned her on.

She wasn’t a very neat little sub, he thought with amusement as she tossed each garment onto the chair in the corner along with her sandals. When she stood before him naked, a blush tingeing her cheeks, he damn near came in his pants. She had the prettiest breasts, nicely rounded, the nipples a pale pink. He was delighted with the small roundness of her stomach and the patch of neatly trimmed red gold curls between her shapely legs.

Reining in his lust, he went to the closet and found a spreader bar, just what he needed. Showing it to her, he asked, “Do you know what this is?”