The Silken Edge (Silken Edge 1) (5 page)

“Thanks.” Kristy’s lips quivered into a small smile.

Sherry bought one more drink for Kristy to help settle her nerves. “Hey, Sherry, I’m not so sure about this. I know I said I would, but what will it be like? What’s going to happen to me?”

“You will just have to wait and see, but don’t worry. I wouldn’t take you somewhere bad. You’ll just have to trust me.”

Kristy walked with her best friend into the unknown. They stood at a black door marked “Private” near the end of the bar. They waited a minute and Stan buzzed them in. Everything moved in slow motion.

The door clicked, and Sherry turned the knob pushing the door open. Kristy hesitated above a set of steps leading down to another floor; one she hadn’t known about.
A sign hung on the wall in the stairwell welcoming her to Underground Decadence. Her heart pounded in her chest and it wasn’t entirely out of fear, there was a little excitement mixed in.

Her feet moved her down and she saw several doors lining a dimly lit hall, each one was closed. When they reached room number ten, the last door on the right, Sherry gave it a knock.

“Come in.”

The voice coming through the door sounded commanding and sent a chill up Kristy’s spine. The women entered the room together. Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Kristy's mouth popped open.
A dungeon of sorts.
She’d read about this kind of place, but never actually saw one before.

She wasn’t sure what most of the contraptions were, but they didn’t look friendly, and her excitement died down quickly. There were ropes, chains, paddles, and odd furniture. She felt like she was being watched. Glancing back, she saw Sherry next to a muscular man dressed in leathers watching her through a black hooded mask. The mask intimidated her and her gut twisted with nervous energy. She figured he had to hide his true identity, like Superman. She almost giggled, both at the thought and from nervousness, but then Sherry spoke.

“Are you all right?”

Not wanting to speak for fear her voice would waver, and then they would know that she wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable, Kristy shrugged instead.

“I can stay with you if you’d like, and if Master doesn’t object, of course.”

Master Jay shook his head. “No objections, you may stay.”

Sherry cleared her throat. “Do you have any questions about the room or how things work?”

Kristy shook her head. She read a lot on the subject when trying to figure out her friend’s lifestyle so she knew a great deal more than the average person.

“This is a bit extreme, this room. Mine and Dan's room is vanilla compared to this, but this is the only room available at the moment. All the private and theme rooms are booked. I’ve never been in here before and it’s freaking
me
out. But don’t worry. Master Jay is the best; he will take good care of you. I promise. It’s just a room.”

That was a small bit of relief to know her friends didn’t have a room like that.

“Come here,” the man ordered.

Her friend gave her a nudge and followed closely behind.

When she stopped in front of him, Sherry held on to her by her upper arms as if she were going to run.

Kristy stood there, but stared at his chest. She couldn’t move or breathe. He was unapproachable.

“Let’s go over a few things. In this room you will address me as Sir, and only look me in the eyes when I command you to do so. Understood?”

Finally taking a breath, she said, “Yes.”

“Yes
, who
?” he growled, and it sent tingles throughout her body.

“Oh! Sir! Yes, Sir.”

“That’s better,” he purred, and reached out to stroke her cheek. “Look at me.” When she hesitated he lifted her chin with a flick of his fingers.

She looked at his face and something about his coppery brown eyes seemed familiar. She tried to play back his voice in her mind to see if she recognized it, but she couldn’t think. There was too much going on for her to concentrate. She lowered her gaze to the floor and gathered her thoughts.

“I hear you’re curious about this lifestyle.” The man stated.

“No, Sir. I am just trying to prove a point.”

“And what point would that be?” The masked man crossed his arms over his chest.

“That I’
m not cut out for any kind of kink…Sir.”

“I see.” She could almost detect a smile in his words. “I encourage you to ask questions. This is a learning session for you, but be sure to address me properly. I will not tolerate otherwise. If you do not, I will have to punish you...I don’t plan on any resistance play, as this is your first time, but I insist on a safeword. Do you know what that is?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“When I ask what your safeword color is, you respond by telling me; red, yellow or green. Red means stop and this scene will end immediately, and you can leave. Yellow means you don’t want to stop but it might be too intense, in that case we will discuss what’s making you uncomfortable and go from there. Green means you’re enjoying yourself and want to continue. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well, play time begins now.” His voice went low and husky, and
it made her heart skip a beat.

Sherry’s grip on her arms tightened and she pressed up against Kristy’s back whispering. “It will be fine. Just trust in the Master to make you feel.”

***

Fifteen minutes earlier, Jake had received a call from Stan. He said Sherry had brought someone in, and it would be their first time. A "virgin curiosity request" as they labeled it at the club. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kristy came with Sherry. His dick jolted at the thought. Not many people knew of the exclusive underground BDSM club. It was by invitation only, and Stan wouldn’t send just anyone down.

Being involved as a Service Top in the BDSM scene for a few years gave him confidence as a Dom. He always stayed in character, never faltered, or had any issues to speak of. He was highly respected and in high demand by the regulars, but tonight he asked his first appointment if he could switch her until later in the night. Something he’d never done before and he hoped it wouldn’t be a problem. He only did so because he was pretty sure Kristy was the newbie virgin, and he wanted to be her first.

It was a good thing he had confidence in what he did, otherwise he might have lost it when he actually did see Kristy walk in the door with Sherry. It took every ounce if strength to keep it together. She looked beautiful in a knee length light blue
sundress and sandals.

He let her stand quietly to take in the room. Looking from item to item in the dimly lit room, her face looked a little stunned, but he didn’t detect any fear. The moment he gave her to assess things was not only for her, but he needed the time as well. He couldn’t fail her. He wouldn’t.

After laying out some rules and some small talk, he was ready. He forcefully flicked Kristy’s face up by the chin so he could see her eyes. She trembled. He loved her brown eyes, and when their eyes locked, he could see so much emotion in hers. At first he thought he frightened her being so forceful, but her eyes dilated, and he could tell she wanted it.

“I’d like to start out with a little sensation play. Not all activities in BDSM involve pain as many on the outside think. I want to share that with you. Will you allow me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I don’t know you, so you need to tell me what you like and don’t like. You must be vocal. I am the director, you are my orchestra, and I will command instruments making your body respond in song. The only way that will happen is if you’re honest.”

She nodded.

“Let’s make music, shall we? Remove your sandals, and kneel before me. Keep your eyes on the floor.” She did so willingly and seemed a bit eager, if he didn’t know any better he would have thought it was her idea to come visit the club. “This is all about you. You set your limits, and you use your safeword when you need to.”

Kristy hesitated a moment and his heart sunk. Her sight remained on the floor before her, and she remained motionless. Then she spoke. “Sir…may I look at you?”

His brow furrowed. “Yes, you may.”

She raised her chin slowly, and he could see her gaze move up from his feet to his face. He had to be careful and not think about how turned on he was to have her there. She would detect it in his tight leather pants, and he couldn’t afford to let her to know she had that impact on him. Not yet anyway.

Her eyes looked directly into his for a long moment. A flash of fear went by, replaced by longing. “Thank you, Sir. I only needed to look into your eyes to decide. I trust you.”

His heart thumped in his chest. “Good. Now strip,” he commanded.

“Huh?” Kristy looked at Sherry who nodded in encouragement. “I—I don’t think I can…Sir.” Her eyes shifted from him to Sherry and back to him again.

“Sherry, you must go,” he barked.

Sherry’s submissiveness kicked in and she averted her eyes and bowed her head. “Yes, Master Jay, but can I ask if this is all right with Kristy first?”

“You may.” God, he prayed Kristy would stay.

She asked Kristy in a quiet voice, “Will you be okay if I leave?”

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” Kristy’s voice quivered slightly but she held firm.

“I will be up at the bar with Stan. Come find me when you’re ready to leave. And remember, this is all about you. If you don’t like what’s going on, you safeword and end it immediately. But I don’t think that will happen with Master Jay.” She gave Kristy a quick sideways hug and left, closing the door softly behind her.

Once the door clicked shut, Kristy stood, still staring at the floor. “Where shall I get undressed?” Her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink.

“Right here. Now. Leave your bra and panties on.” His voice turned husky at the thought of her disrobing.

She hesitated. Finally, she reached down for the hem of her sundress and pulled it slowly over her head. Once removed, she folded her dress neatly and held it out to h
im.

He took it and placed it on a nearby chair along with the sandals she kicked off.

She stood in a pink matching bra and panty set looking very unsure of herself, she wrapped her arms around her middle then dropped them slowly to her sides.

Jake walked around her slowly, taking in every inch of her flawless skin. “Beautiful.” His heart skipped a beat. She was more than beautiful in his eyes. She was absolutely stunning.

“Thank you, Sir.” She looked up at him.

“Eyes down unless I say.” He reminded. “Next time I won’t tell you so nicely,” he growled, and saw her thigh muscles clench.
She likes that, huh?
He made a note to speak more sternly to her. Walking over to a table, he selected a blindfold and some rope. He walked back to her and she stood still with her eyes to the floor.

She inhaled a deep breath as he placed the blindfold over her eyes. “This will help enhance what you feel.” Once the blindfold was in place, he took the tip of the rope and ran it gently over her shoulders, to her breasts peeking out of her bra, and along her thighs. She shivered.

“Kneel!” he commanded. She got to her knees quickly and a little clumsily. Once on the floor he placed the rope on the top of her thighs.

Her breathing quickened.

“Hands out.” He continued to speak with authority. Taking the rope, he bound her wrists and set them in her lap.

A noise escaped from her mouth.

“Color?”

“Sir?”

“Your safeword color?”

“Green, Sir.”

He smiled to himself. “Very good, you’re doing well.” He helped her to stand and ran a hand along her back. Standing off to her side, the view caught his breath. Thankful for the blindfold, he couldn’t control it any longer, his dick was hard.

“I am going to lead you across the room, don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.” He guided her from behind with his hand on the small of her back. Once in front of a reclining leather chair, he placed a towel down and turned her around. “Sit.”

She obeyed and eased down slowly. Once she settled in, he hit a button and the chair reclined. “Oh!” she exclaimed. “Sorry, Sir, that scared me.”

“Don’t move.” He raised her hands above her head. “And if your arms grow uncomfortable or numb let me know immediately.”

She nodded.

He picked up a feather and slid it along the side of her face and down her neck to her arm and back up again. The next time down, he continued to her chest instead of her arm. As the feather danced across her breasts, her breathing increased.

Jake had always been a Dom but never had a sub of his own. As a Top at the club, he would perform for the subs' pre-negotiated gratification, and he received no sexual pleasure from the act of domination in itself. He did, however, take pride in his ability to execute flawless scenes. Tonight, however, with Kristy, he enjoyed his dominance over her immensely. While this was probably the most vanilla scene he’d ever play out, his arousal spiked.