TheOneandOnly (7 page)

“I’m all yours, Michelle, but let’s wait until we aren’t
rushed.” He chuckled. “I’m actually nervous tonight. I haven’t been nervous
since the club first opened.”

“What’s wrong? I won’t let you down, Sean. Don’t worry about
the bar. I can handle it.” Sean had attracted her physically for a while now.
Though she didn’t understand it, she was comfortable with the sexual pull she
felt every time Sean was near her. Michelle was prepared to give him her body.
But she hadn’t expected him to be so forthcoming with his emotions. His sharing
of his feelings with her messed up her head and broke down her barriers. She’d
move heaven and earth to meet his expectations and make him happy. And that,
frankly, scared her to death.

The men she’d dated before never spoke about how they felt
or whether they cared about her. Having Sean openly share those things with her
was very disarming.

“I’m not worried about the bar, Michelle. I’m concerned your
first introduction to the lifestyle will be at a full-blown party night. You’re
bound to see things that surprise you or are disconcerting. I just don’t want
other people’s kink to send you running out the door.”

She laughed. “That makes two of us. My plan is to focus on
the bar and to mind my own business as much as possible. Dana meant well, but
now I’m worried about meeting the other women too. That kind of drama is
tiring. It’s one of the reasons I don’t date coworkers, let alone my boss or
boss’s boss.” She tried to smile.

“I think she’s imagining things, Michelle. Lately I’ve given
a couple of demos a week and I’m always training subs, but that’s all just
business. Nothing personal. Don’t worry about it.” Sean picked up the soap, worked
up a nice lather and started washing her.

With Sean’s hands roaming her body Michelle’s brain turned
to mush. His slow caress set her blood on simmer. “Sean, that feels so good. I
love your touch.”

“Touching you is fast becoming my favorite pastime. Your
skin is so soft.” He seemed at peace.

Michelle got the impression that Sean was by nature very
serious and driven. It was nice to see him relaxed.

He turned her around and began washing her back. Feeling
bratty, she rubbed her sudsy butt across his cock. Before he smacked her on the
ass, she was rewarded with a throaty groan.

“Behave or I’ll have you on your knees easing my ache.”

Michelle turned to face him. “It only seems fair.” She sank
to her knees and nuzzled his cock with her cheeks. She kissed his balls and ran
her tongue up the length of him.

“Woman.” He pulled on her arms, urging her to stand. “You’re
killing me.”

Ignoring his silent request, she laughed before licking the
tip of him. He tasted delectable. Unable to resist, she twirled her tongue
around the head. “Let me please you,” she begged. Sliding her mouth around him,
she teased his cock.

“You don’t have to do this, Michelle. I’m a big boy. I’ve
waited months for this fantasy to come true. I can wait a few more hours.”

“I want to.”

Her mouth was dangerous. He prided himself on his control
and she was shredding it to pieces. “You’re driving me crazy, girl. Your mouth
is magical, Michelle.”

The expressions on her face were touching more than his
dick. His heart was thudding in his chest. It was impossible to stay detached so
he stopped trying. He pushed her hair away so he could watch his cock filling
her mouth.

He loved her porcelain skin. Not only was it softer than
silk, but the alabaster tone was a beautiful contrast to his. Sean removed the hair
clip and took a fistful of her hair in each hand.

“Relax your throat, Michelle.” He set a faster pace and
pushed a little deeper. Sean was careful to keep the rhythm steady so she could
match her breathing to his strokes. Her mouth felt so damn good and he held off
as long as possible.

He considered warning her he was about to come. They hadn’t
discussed it and some women had a real problem with a man ejaculating in their
mouth. As he lightened his pull along her hair, she tightened her grip on his
thighs. With her tongue making him crazy, he thrust deeper still.

When his orgasm hit him with a force he wasn’t prepared for,
his legs threatened to give out. He tipped his head back, hitting the shower
door, but he didn’t give a damn as it only added to the stars flashing before
his eyes.
Son of a bitch!

“Oh my God, Michelle, I’ll let you do that anytime. Come up
here, girl. I need to hold you.” Sean pulled her into his arms and held her
tight. “Fuck, that was intense.” Emotions, he realized, took sex to a whole new
level.

He looked down at her delicate, tiny hands wrapped about
halfway around his arms. So pretty. Sean tipped her chin up, wanting to see her
expression. “Thank you, Michelle.” He felt pressure against his hand as she
tried to hide her face. A pink blush dusted her cheeks.

“Why are you embarrassed?”

Undoubtedly many thoughts were swirling around in her head
and he wanted her to share them all. Instead of being forthcoming, she gave a
slight shrug as she rubbed her face along his chest. “I want you to talk to me.
We promised each other honesty, remember?”

“I get embarrassed easily. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“I don’t believe that and I wish you’d let me in, but I
won’t push you. This time.” She gave him a smile, but she didn’t look happy.
What
the fuck?

“I’m just nervous, Sean. Nothing to worry about. I’d better
start getting ready.”

Sean turned the water off and got out of the shower. He held
a towel open for Michelle. When she stepped into it, he wrapped his arms around
her and kissed the top of her head. “Relax about tonight. I’m going to be with
you as much as I possibly can. Please do me a favor, though. If you see
something upsetting, try to keep an open mind and we’ll talk about it once
we’re alone.”

“Okay. I’m not going to cause a scene, Sean. I promise.”

“That is the furthest thing from my mind, Michelle. I’m
concerned about you being introduced to the lifestyle in this manner. It’s
equivalent to being shoved off a cliff above a raging river as a way of
teaching you to swim.”

She laughed and this time it didn’t sound forced.

“That’s my girl.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Your
hair is wet. I’m sorry. That was my fault. Let me braid it for you.”

“That’s sweet. Thank you.” Michelle secured the towel around
her and went to the counter where she’d laid her purse. She brought out a small
tube of lotion and began applying it to her skin.

“Sweet isn’t a word I’m used to having associated with me.
Let’s keep that between the two of us,” he chuckled. He hadn’t been called that
since grade school.

She laughed again. It was such a great sound. He wanted to
hear it often.

“Your badass reputation is safe with me.”

Sean pulled a stool out of his closet and put it in front of
the mirror for Michelle.

“Thank you.” She gave him a smile before sitting down.
Rummaging through her purse, she pulled out a pair of scissors, a makeup bag
and a brush.

“Is that some sort of magician’s bag? What the hell else have
you got in there?” He took her brush and began working it through her hair.

Michelle closed her eyes and moaned, causing his cock to
stir back to life. Seeing the towel tented looked too stupid for words, so he
ripped it from his waist and threw it in the hamper. She needed to get used to
nudity. In just a few hours she’d be surrounded by it. His stomach churned as
he wondered once again at the brilliance of this plan.

“I work a lot of hours, so I try to carry the basic
necessities with me.”

“Good thinking. Do you have a hair tie in there?”

She dug for a moment, then pulled one out and showed it to
him. While she was reapplying her makeup—which she didn’t need—he French-braided
her hair.

“Wow, you did a great job. Thank you. Is your braiding
prowess another secret we need to keep hidden?”

“Okay, brat. If you keep teasing me, you’re gonna get your
ass spanked as never before.”

“Since I’ve never been spanked, that wouldn’t take much.
Where did you learn to braid hair? Never mind, I don’t want to know. I don’t
need any help feeling overwhelmed and out of my league.”

“Silly girl. I enjoy rope play, including hair bondage. I
think it’s something you might enjoy. You seem to like me touching your hair,
tugging on it.”

She nodded and started to blush again. “Yes, I do,” she
added after a moment. Michelle opened the box Dana had given her and pulled
back the tissue paper to reveal the corset and skirt she’d tried on in the
shop. She spun the thong along her finger. “Just for the record, I hate these
things. They were not designed by a woman, I can tell you that.”

“You don’t need to wear on it my account. I’m much rather
have you bare.”

“Not happening.”

He chuckled and went into the closet to find something to
wear tonight. One thing was for sure, it wouldn’t be his customary leathers.
Not with Michelle in the house. He was perpetually hard around her and since he
planned to spend most of the night sitting on a barstool, what was the point in
being uncomfortable? He decided on black jeans and white linen shirt.

When Sean was dressed, he went back to the bathroom to help
Michelle. She was struggling with the closures of the corset. He was about to
make a joke about going topless until he saw real frustration etched across her
brow.

Walking up behind her, he ran one hand down her arm then
raised it above her head. “Relax and let me help.” He guided her right hand to
her left shoulder then did the same with her left side so her arms were crossed
behind her head and her elbows were pointed toward the ceiling. “This position
stretches and flattens the torso and plain looks sexy as hell.”

When she shot him a dirty look, he kissed the top of her
head. He reached around her and fastened each closure. “There’s a shibari tie
that uses this position. We’ll have to try it sometime.”

“Thanks, Sean. I was losing my patience with this thing.”
She bent over and arranged her shelf, granting him a gorgeous view of her ass.

“Woman! You’re trying to drive me to distraction. I see that
now.” Unable to stop, he went to her and caressed her ass and thighs.

“It’s the only way I know of to keep my breasts from being
flattened by the corset.” After she was arranged properly, she stood back up.

“We can’t have that. I know another way, but we’d be very
late.” He watched her slide on the dreaded thong and then the skirt. When she
went to put her shoes on, he stopped her. “Subs are barefoot. House rule.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Your cleaning crew had better
have gotten up all the broken glass or I’m going to be a pissed off bartender.
You notice I didn’t say sub. I know I’m not a Domme, but I’m not sure if I’m a
sub either.”

“Oh honey, you’re a sub. Trust me on this. I’ll be happy to illustrate
the point at our earliest convenience.” She looked him in the eye and he
wondered what she was thinking. Getting her to communicate more freely was
definitely a top priority.

“I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.” She looked down at herself.
“I hope no one looks too closely at my knees. The pebble imprints from the
shower floor are a bit noticeable.”

Sean kneeled in front of her and began massaging her knees.
“Are you hurt? I didn’t think about the surface being uneven. I’m sorry. I
should have stopped you.”

She rubbed a hand along his shoulder. “I’m fine, Sean. No
worries. I wanted to.” She looked at her hand on his shirt. “Hey, you’re fully
dressed.” She looked at his feet. “You’re even wearing your Jimmy Choos. Maybe
I am a Domme…”

“You’re not a Domme. And what are Jimmy Choos?”

She looked at him in astonishment. “Your boots. The name
brand is Jimmy Choo. Aren’t they?”

“I have no idea. I liked their look and they fit, so I
bought them.”

“And here I thought you were trying to impress the ladies
with your style.”

“If I’d known you were going to notice, I’d have put more
thought into my clothing purchases.”

“I notice everything about you, Sean.”

That was a major confession for her. “I’m glad, hon. Thank
you for telling me.” He stood and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. He was
pleased when she snuggled against his chest. “One more thing before we go.” He
took her hand and led her to the desk, where he grabbed the jewelry case and
led her to the couch to sit down.

Sean opened the lid, showing her the collar he had chosen
for her. He’d gone with a gold byzantine chain with a heart-shaped locket and a
bar to attach a leash if he so desired. It was far more elaborate than he’d
initially planned on, but when he was looking at the basic collars they didn’t
adequately express how he felt about her. She wasn’t just another play partner.
He hoped she’d become his life partner.

“It’s beautiful, Sean. I don’t know what to say.”

She looked a little lost and it sent his protective
instincts into overdrive. “I’m going to insist you wear it whenever you’re at
the club.” He pulled it out of the box and put it around her neck. “I’m
learning I’m a greedy man where you’re concerned.” Once it was securely
fastened, he kissed her forehead. “Perfect.” He drew her chin upward and looked
her in the eyes. “Michelle, I want the whole package. I want your body, your
submission and your love.”

When she tried to pull away, Sean glided his thumb over her
bottom lip. “I know you have a hang-up with love, but I promise you, Michelle,
there is such a thing. And I’m pretty sure we’re going to find it together.
Before your brain starts working overtime, let me assure you we’re going to
take baby steps and enjoy every moment of the journey.” He handed her a
delicate gold key. “When you’re ready to trust me with your heart, give me back
the key and then I’ll know.”

Michelle blinked several times, her eyes teary, before she
leaned in and gave him a kiss. He was pretty sure she meant it to be a peck,
but he wanted more. That was becoming his mantra with Michelle. Something in
him just clicked every time he was with her. That was why he’d spent so many
blasted hours in her diner.

Palming the back of her head, he deepened their kiss and she
immediately opened for him.

A loud knock on the door sent Michelle jumping. “Shh. That’s
just Steven warning me he’s about to open the club.” Damn, he was nervous. He
was tempted to throw her over his shoulder and drive away. Instead, he went to
his desk drawer and pulled out his extra key. “My office door locks
automatically. This is the key. Keep it with you in case you need to get to
your purse.”

“You don’t have to do that, Sean. This is your private
office. I don’t need the key. Dana told me to stay out of the locker room, but
I can just throw my purse under the bar.”

Sean opened the door and led Michelle down the hallway.
“You’re going to have to tell me exactly what all Dana told you.” He wasn’t
very happy with Dana at the moment. Either there was a lot of shit going on at
his club he wasn’t aware of or Dana was fucking with Michelle’s head. “Keep the
keys.”

Michelle slid them under the corset, knowing they couldn’t
possibly fall out. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. Every time she
touched the collar, she felt like crying. It was so beautiful and the things he’d
said…she couldn’t think about it right now without the waterworks flowing. She
was tired. Once she got some sleep, she’d be able to think more clearly.

As Sean opened the door to the arboretum, Michelle stopped
dead in her tracks. Three servers were standing around talking, a common enough
sight, except they were only wearing waist-high aprons. If it weren’t for
Sean’s arm around her waist, she’d have probably have run back to his office
and hid for the rest of the night.

“Good evening. I’d like you to meet our new bartender,
Michelle,” Sean greeted his serving staff.

Michelle kept her eyes on their faces. She was so
embarrassed and knowing her face was as red as a beet didn’t help any either. She
reached out to the girl closest to Sean and they shook hands.

“Hi, I’m Chrissy. It’s so good to meet you. We were all
wondering if we were going to have to take turns working behind the bar.”

“I’m Ethan. It’s nice to meet you. If you need any help,
just give a holler. It’s pretty busy for the first couple of hours, then
everyone heads off to enjoy themselves. It picks up again around elevenish.
I’ve tended bar before, so if you need help just let me know.”

“Great. Thank you.” The music suddenly started playing—a
driving beat vibrated through the ground and the lights dimmed.

Sean pointed toward the last server. She looked as if she’d
been sucking on a lemon. It didn’t take much to figure out she was one of the
ladies Dana had been talking about.