Out of the Storm (8 page)

“No. Well, I mean yes, I tried, but I don’t think I did it right.” She had answered the question, but her eyes had never left his cock.  She seemed to be studying it as though she’d never had the opportunity to look at one close up. 

Now that he wasn’t worried about the zipper “tattoo”, Kent was able to refocus his attention where it belonged. “Why don’t you think you did it right, sweetness?” Kent would lay money he already knew what she was going to say. It was a safe bet some asshole had convinced her that his inability to perform was her fault, he’d heard the story too many times.

“Well…he didn’t…you know.”

Kyle leaned over, picked up the plug, and positioned it behind her and Kent could see his brother was trailing it back and forth over her puckered hole. “No, we don’t know.  Tell us.”

Tobi swallowed hard before answering, “Well he didn’t come.”  Kent had to work hard not to roll his eyes and saw Kyle’s jaw flex in anger as well. 

“And I supposed he let you think that was your fault?”  Kent was threading his fingers through her silken hair and he knew the truth before she even answered because the humiliated look on her face said it all.  When she slowly nodded, he had the sudden urge to find the man and horse whip him. 

Kyle leaned down and nipped at her shoulder, “Well, kitten, let’s up the stakes a bit shall we? If you make Kent come before I make you come, I won’t give you a spanking. But if you come first, you’ll lay over my lap and get five swats before we go downstairs. Go.”

Kent barely saw her move before his cock was enveloped in the most delicious moist heat he’d ever experienced. She sucked him deep immediately and swallowed around him sending electrical charges of pleasure racing up his spine. “Fuck me! If this is ‘not good at it’, God save me from her when she becomes experienced. Holy fucking God in heaven.”  Honestly Kent didn’t see any way he was going to last for more than a minute—two tops. Her mouth was like heaven—with suction. Shit she was going to suck him dry in less than a minute at this rate. “Kyle, you’d better hurry or she is gonna win this thing by a country mile.”

He’d only just managed to growl the words before Tobi sucked him in so deep he felt the end of his cock slide down into her throat.
Christ doesn’t she have a gag-fucking-reflex?
The blood was pounding in his ears and then she hummed deep in her throat and the vibration sent him into orbit. He felt the hot seed jetting from the end of his cock almost before he realized he was flying into space. Brilliant colors flashed behind his eyelids as his eyes rolled to the back of their sockets. It was a damned good thing he was sitting down because there was no way his legs would have held him up. Hell, he wasn’t sure they would hold him up an hour from now.

Kent was barely cognizant of the fact he had floated back to earth. Tobi had licked him clean and his happy member was laying contentedly on his leg.  Watching as Kyle sent Tobi over by fucking her ass with the plug had him getting hard again, but he wasn’t sure he’d survive round two right now.

Just as Kyle pushed the plug into place he’d had told her to come for him and her scream had been what every Dom lives for because it was instantaneous and rasping in its desperation. Kent smiled at his brother then moved his gaze to the sweet woman with her face in his lap, gasping for air. He stroked Tobi’s hair back from her face, “I know I should go get a warm cloth for you, sweetness, but honest to God I don’t know if my legs will work yet.” He chuckled softly and added, “Stay still while Kyle cleans you up a bit.”

It didn’t take them long to get cleaned up and they’d even managed to get Tobi to drink most of a bottle of water before they headed downstairs. On the plus side, Tobi seemed much more at ease with the dress she was wearing, but on the negative side, Kent could still feel the muscles in his legs trembling. While they were in the elevator, he pulled her against his chest and kissed her. Pressing his tongue along the seam of her lips so she opened to him, he swept her mouth and relished the soft mewing sounds she made. “Sweetness, I don’t know if I told you, hell I’m not sure I was capable of telling you—but that blowjob was way beyond
good
. It was fucking amazing. And I thank you.” He pulled her closer and whispered in her ear, “And way to win the race too by the way.” Kent laughed out loud and Tobi giggled at Kyle’s grumbling curses behind them.

****

Even before the elevator doors slid open, Tobi could hear the pounding of the music. She’d done her homework and had been expecting loud heavy metal music, and she was pleased to hear the familiar strains of a country western honky-tonk song. Kyle smiled at her, “Wasn’t what you were expecting was it?”

She laughed and shook her head, “No, it wasn’t. But this is better, I assure you.  I love Kenny Chesney and his Caribbean beat totally rocks.”  She grinned up at him, “Will you dance with me later?” 

Kent turned her so her back was to the room, “Yes, I will be more than happy to dance with you.  Now, you need to remember to address us as Sir or Master while we are down here. I know it’s going to sound odd to you at first, but you’ll hear the other subs using those titles so you’ll get the hang of it quickly. Until you are a regular club member you won’t need to keep your eyes down, but I would still recommend that you be very careful about meeting the gaze of any Dom we are not specifically introducing you to.”

Tobi nodded her head and then remembered and said, “Yes, Sir.” Kent kissed her on the forehead and then turned her back to the room. They kept her between them as they made their way through the large room that included the bar and the large dance floor. He could see she was trying to take in everything but the place was so large and filled with so much activity that she was having trouble keeping up with them.

Kyle laughed at her and pulled at the hand he’d been holding.  “Come along, kitten. We’ll give you plenty of looky-loo time in a bit. First we need to check in with the staff and see how things are going. We’re usually down here long before this so we’re going to be playing catch-up for a bit.”

****

They made their way to the bar and were greeted by a man that surely had to be a giant. All Tobi could do was stare up at him.
He has to be the tallest person I’ve ever seen in my life. I’ll bet he is seven feet tall. Wonder where on earth he buys clothes? Oh leapin’ lizards in Laramie, I wonder how he gets in a car?

The blonde man sitting next to where she was standing burst out laughing before turning to her.  “You must be Tobi. I’m Micah Drake and the
giant
over there is Tank. He is usually at the front desk with Regi, but I’m guessing she’s sent him for her caffeine fix.” Tobi wasn’t sure what to do, she hadn’t intended to speak the words out loud. She immediately stepped back and came up against a hard chest. She heard Kyle’s soft laughter as he wrapped his arms around her, settling them under her breasts so they were dangerously close to escaping the narrow confines of the halter dress she was
almost
wearing.

“Kitten, Micah is our security chief. He is also a private investigator in Austin and has an office there as well. And don’t worry about your observations about Tank, I assure you he isn’t offended, are you, Tank?”

“Oh hell no—it happens all the time. Nice to meet you, Tobi, and welcome to Prairie Winds. Hopefully I’ll get to chat with you more later on.  But right now I need to get this back to Regi before she goes bat-shit on somebody.” Tobi found herself smiling back at him because he’d been so gracious about her faux pas and had gone out of his way to make her feel welcome. When he’d gone a few step, he turned and stepped back toward her, “You have any trouble with anybody, you give me a shout, you hear?” When she grinned at him and nodded eagerly, he smiled and walked away. 

She’d looked up at Kyle and saw he was smiling and shaking his head. “I swear the man is pure magic with women. They all have that same deer-in-the-headlights stunned expression the first time they see him, but it only lasts until he speaks to them. After that, they all become his best friends. They show up at his house all the time with food and crap. It’s fucking amazing, I tell you.” He turned his gaze from the group standing around them to her specifically and said, “And before you even ask, no—he isn’t gay or bi-sexual. He’s straight and if somebody could market that
charm
, for lack of a better word, they’d be a billionaire by the end of the week.”  Tobi could only smile and nod in agreement, because he was absolutely right.

Looking around her, Tobi took in the room and wondered who had designed it because it was the most modern looking saloon she’d ever seen. Somehow the architect and designers had managed to utilize the western theme favored by so many Texans and incorporated modern concepts and materials with remarkable results. When she got up the courage to ask about pictures she was also going to ask about taking a few in this room…not wide angle shots, but focused views of certain elements like the wrought iron framed mirror hanging behind the bar. The frame was scrolled metal and from a distance it looked like black lace, which was no doubt exactly what it was supposed to look like since it was in a BDSM club. But it was the curved metal staircase that she couldn’t take her eyes off of. The steps were at least three feet wide and the outside of the curve looked like a series of western scenes with a definite
kink
factor. The entire thing was painted so it looked aged and there were lights lining the inside so all the kinky scenes looked like simple illuminated silhouettes until you got close. The detail of the work was staggering and the craftsmanship made it a genuine work of art.

“Who did your metal work?” Tobi knew she wasn’t really supposed to speak out while they were in the club but she was so totally enthralled with the entire place protocol hadn’t been her first concern. When no one answered her right away she looked up at Kyle and saw the questions in his expression. “When I was in high school I took a welding class and I loved it.  I had a teacher who appreciated the fact I’d taken the class because I was interested in learning how to weld rather than meeting guys, so he took a shine to me and helped me a lot.  I even ended up taking the class again before I graduated. And then I helped out in a small fabrication shop for a while during college to earn extra money.” She felt her face flush at the idea she’d shared something her brother had sworn was over-the-top tom-girl even for her and he’d thrown such a fit she had finally quit.

Kent stepped up behind her and whispered in her ear, “Sweetness, I can’t tell you how thrilled I am that out of this entire room you picked two of my favorite features. Damn, you are fucking perfect.” His soft chuckle in her ear sent a rush of moisture to her sex and she shuddered. “We worked with Clint Bollinger at E.G.A Fabrication in Sealy.  The guy is a metalwork genius. I’m not sure anybody can dream up something he can’t design and build. Look up. See the railing that looks like huge strands of barbed wire? He made that as well and wait until you see some of the headboards and canopies he’s created for the private rooms upstairs, they are works of BDSM art. We’ll introduce you to him if you like. His shop would be a great out-reach story for your magazine. He is a vet—a former Marine. Even his business name reflects that pride, it stands for Eagle, Globe, and Anchor, which are on the Marine Corps emblem.”

She nodded up at him and grinned, “That would be great…well, if I still have a job in an issue or two.” She’d tried to keep her smile in place even as her stomach knotted in worry.  She was actually worried sick that she was going to be sleeping on her brother and sister-in-law’s sofa again because she didn’t even have a car to sleep in now.

Kent leaned down and spoke against her ear, “Stop worrying, sweetness, we aren’t going to let you sleep on your brother’s sofa. And we damned well wouldn’t have let you sleep in your fucking car.”

Damn, I really have to break that damned habit.

****

Kent knew Tobi hadn’t meant to speak out loud, but damn it was endearing and handy as hell, so he hoped she didn’t ever break the habit. As he’d watched her take in the room, she hadn’t tracked the people like most newbies. Often subs got in trouble for staring at Doms and their subs because they were either frightened by what they were seeing or totally intrigued and couldn’t take their eyes off the action. But Tobi seemed interested in the details of room itself and that gave him a lot of satisfaction because he’d been heavily involved in the design of everything that had caught her attention.

Kent would readily concede there were far more interesting parts of the club, but there were still scantily clad male and female submissives in a variety of activities all around them. There was a sub laid over her Dom’s lap getting swats just a few feet from them. The sound of flesh colliding with flesh would have gotten most subs’ attention in the blink of an eye.  Kent didn’t know what the pretty sub had said that had gotten her up-ended so quickly, but her Dom almost had steam coming out of his ears. If Kent’s memory served him well, the beautiful redhead was a prosecutor in Austin so it was hard to tell what a woman who made her living arguing might have said to elicit such a reaction.

Handing Tobi the bottle of water he had opened, he cautioned her, “Drink this, kitten. BDSM is hell on a sub’s hydration level.” He winked at her and laughed when she turned bright red. “Your blush is adorable and it makes you look perfectly fuckable. Now come along, we promised you a tour.”

He watched as she turned back to Micah and stuck out her hand, “It was nice to meet you, Mr. Drake. I hope to see you again.” Kent wasn’t sure what surprised him more, her thoroughly “un-submissive” action or the stunned-into-silence look on Micah’s face. Obviously Tobi’s action was a longtime habit that was pure modern career woman in polite-mode and it warmed his heart to know she’d be getting a lot of paddlings if she became their sub—and that thought alone made him smile.

Micah finally regained his voice and just shook his head, “Tobi, darlin’, you are gonna be a joy to watch.” Then he looked between Kent and Kyle, “Enjoy her, I think you’ve finally found
her,
boys.” Kent and Kyle both nodded in acknowledgment and led Tobi away.