TogetherinCyn (8 page)

She strutted over to the clothes but I could tell it was to
hide some kind of insecurity. Like recognized like, I guess.

I tried on the first outfit she thrust at me and I couldn’t
have been happier for something to occupy my mind. It was a sheer teddy with
peekaboo holes on the sides. It was light and daring and in a shade of dark
pink.

“Do you have a Dom here or somewhere?” I asked. I didn’t
understand the dynamics of a BDSM club and didn’t want to stick my foot in my
mouth but I wanted to know more about what had made her take this job.

She paused, appearing thoughtful before she replied, “No,
it’s just a job.”

That struck me as odd. “Just a job” was working retail or
some fast-food place, or at a gym. Working nights at a fetish club, making subs
come with barely a few thrusts, didn’t strike me as “just a job”.

“A few years ago I was in a full-time D/s relationship but
it didn’t work out. I needed something more than he could give me. Through the
grapevine, I heard Jared and Chris were searching for someone with
my…particular talents. I met them, liked what they had going already and
thought it would be fun. I tried the whole ‘girl thing’ but to have that
full-time? It isn’t me. Pussy’s pretty and nice and wet but nothing can take
the place of a nice big dick sliding home.”

We both sighed at the same time. I peeled the teddy off,
knowing it wasn’t me. She traded me a black-and-white bustier to try along with
a black leather skirt that was shorter than any skirt I’d ever tried on in my
life.

She hooked up the front of the garment before she continued.
“After Ian and I went our separate ways, I never found anyone else I really
wanted, you know? No one came close to what I had with him. Never had that
spark you need to totally lose yourself for the connection to be made. Trusting
someone with your body and your mind is a very big leap to take. Especially in
a D/s situation.”

She tapped her thigh with a hanger as she stared between me
and the clothes. She handed me a different skirt made of a light gauzy
material. I tried it on and spun in a circle. It flared out from my body,
highlighting my lack of panties. It was cute but she wrinkled her nose. I
assumed it was a no and carefully removed it. She stalked over to the wall of
clothes and took two more pieces out.

“Finding two guys that you can share this with is rare. I am
crazy jealous.”

“You’re like a Playboy Bunny and you’re jealous of me?
Right…” I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t get me wrong, I like these.” She gestured near her Ds
then motioned at me. “But those have to be easier to lug around.”

“You don’t think they’re small?” I asked, looking in the
mirror. I had on a different leather skirt that hugged my legs all the way to
my knees and a tight tank top in a bright-blue color.

Playing dress-up had never been so much fun, especially
considering the reward waiting for me if I didn’t chicken out.

“All guys say they need is a handful and you got that. Okay,
take that all off, it’s not right either…”

“How do you know what’s right? I have no idea what I’m going
to walk into when we go downstairs. Do you spend this much time with every new
sub, because how do you ever sleep? And do I get to keep the clothes or give
them back? I’ve got so many questions, I don’t know what to ask first.”

Jenna laughed as she shook her head at me. “Sorry, Cyn, I
keep forgetting you’ve never been here before. The guys talk about you so much
I swear you’re an honorary member already.” She studied the clothes. “The guys
picked a Sunday to be your first night because it is a lot calmer than Friday
or Saturday but there will be people around. Regulars come and go but I believe
they’ve called a few special friends in to participate in the scene they have
worked out for you.”

She held up her hand before I could ask a question. “I
promised I wouldn’t divulge any pertinent information. Trust me. The surprise
is worth it.”

I hung up the last few things I’d tried on while she
searched for something different.

“The clothes are the sub’s to keep and are included in the
hefty dues the Doms pay. A lot of the Doms know
exactly
what they want
to see their sub in. The guys had ideas for you but I convinced them to leave
it up to me. I love helping people tap into their hidden naughty. It’s a rush
I’ve grown to absolutely crave. We have some male subs and I’ve branched out
and made clothing for them too. Most of their attire tends to be…accessories
though.” She laughed then looked me over again and tapped her chin.

“And you do this all by yourself?”

“Yup, and help with the staging. Up until a few months ago,
my best friend Skye would come in and help. We’ve been best friends for so long
I don’t remember a time without her. I miss her.”

“Why did she stop coming around?”

“She’s a submissive like us. She’s drawn to it but currently
ignoring it. Her family wants her to be vanilla and she’s been trying because
they’re
very
influential—but sometimes BDSM is in the tiny cells that
make up who we are.”

“If I can take the plunge…”

She shrugged, appearing vulnerable. “I want her to be happy.
She’s licking her wounds after a breakup but…I miss her.”

Before I could talk myself out of it, I wrapped my arms
around her. “Missing your best friend—I totally get that.”

She relaxed and hugged me close. “Okay, enough of my drama.”
She swiped under her lower lids and shook her head. “Let’s get you ready.”

I let her do her thing since I was going to be as helpful as
a waffle iron at a pancake-eating contest.

“I wear a lot of hats working here, not all of them
glamorous, but every detail should be exquisite. The members can’t talk openly
about it outside these walls but word still gets around.”

I stood naked with a woman who had made me come not ten
minutes before and I was completely comfortable. She rifled through more
clothing and made me feel pretty as she ogled me. She was my ally and wouldn’t
stop until everything was perfect. Plus, I understood where she was coming from
though the secrecy appeared extreme.

“I know what you mean, about wanting everything to be
perfect. I’m the office manager for the gym in town and it’s difficult to walk
away at quitting time when there’s things left undone.”

“Hot Shots Gym?” she asked.

“The one and only. The owners are great but it’s boring
stuck in the back office.”

“Do you like what you do?” She handed over a simple white
blouse and the original short plaid skirt I’d seen earlier. A red bra
accompanied the skirt, along with ruffled black panties and white thigh-highs
that she cut the size tags off of. “The lingerie is a gift from the guys.”

I slipped on the silky bra and panties, loving that the guys
had picked them out for me. I felt more and more like Cinderella going to the
ball. “It pays the bills but there’s something else out there that’s perfect
for me.”

“I’m sure there is. Hey, how did you and the guys meet? You
know, back in the day?”

I couldn’t help but smile, remembering, as she helped me
with the white cropped shirt. It didn’t button up the front; it was so short it
tied underneath my breasts. I found cleavage I’d never seen before.

“We grew up together.” I shimmied my new panties up my
thighs and then sat down to slide on the thigh-high stockings. “They’ve been my
best friends forever and they stuck with me after my parents split.”

“Divorce?”

“I’m sure they’re together wherever they are, but I meant
split from me, because I didn’t fit in the mold they thought I should. After I
hit seventeen, they thought I would scam with them. They accused me of being a
whore for the Kennedy boys and I ought to at least get paid for it.”

The pair of shoes she had been holding clattered on the rack
where she dropped them. “They said that? Oh my Gawd…”

“I can still hear my father’s voice in my head.
It’s
always the good girls that go in for that kinky shit. I bet you like to be
bound and gagged, don’t you, Cynthia? We could get big money for pictures of
that.
I had never been so ashamed because he was right. Not the picture
crap but the kink. He made it something vile and demeaning. It scared me off
for years. When I finally decided to try it…well, it pushed me further into
thinking there was something wrong with me.”

“But there isn’t anything wrong with it. Hell, I’ve seen
much
crazier stuff, let me tell you.” She was silent for a few seconds. “Did they
try to get money out of the guys?”

I nodded. “They were always out to make a quick buck but
that one broke it for me. They told me they were moving and I could come with
them or I was on my own. I didn’t think twice. The next morning, I got home
from school and they were gone.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“Never saw them again.” I stood and slid the skirt into
place and zipped up the side. It was a perfect fit and I went and looked in the
mirror on the dressing table. “They’d skipped town before, running from
something or someone, but I’d been taking care of myself for years. In my mind
that made it official.”

She urged me to sit in the makeup chair. She brushed my hair
and I felt pampered and special.

“Chris had words with my father once on the phone. I’d had
the guys in my life long enough to know honesty and friendship. Loyalty.
They’ve always protected me, sometimes more than I wanted, but they’ve always
made me feel good about being me. I sure never thought this would happen.”

“How did it happen, them reading your diary? Did you give it
to them, they went snooping for it? What?” She set the brush aside and grabbed
makeup and jewelry. “For years they couldn’t corrupt you but here you sit.”

“Jared
accidentally
took my diary and read the whole
thing cover to cover. They…had starring roles.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said with shocked
disbelief. “Damn, I knew I should have properly prepared you, permission be
damned.”

“Good lord, if this wasn’t
proper
then what is?”

She gestured at the table from earlier, making me blush.
“I’d strap you to it,” she said without taking her eyes from mine in the
mirror. “Rub every inch of your body until it glistened with moisture. I’ve got
cinnamon oil I’d put here…” She brushed the skin below my ear and swept my hair
aside. “And here…” She brushed the tips of my breasts through my shirt. They
still tingled from her mouth. “And here.” Her hand moved across the portion of
the skirt that rested highest on my thighs. I sucked in a sharp breath,
remembering her stroking my pussy. “And the oil intensifies your desire until
it gets so intense you’ll beg your masters to fuck you. Any way. Anywhere. In
any position, with anyone watching.”

Hearing her voice was hotter than any aphrodisiac I’d ever
had. The reality of what I was about to do overwhelmed me.

“Why not? Why aren’t I strapped to the table?”

“Because we told her not to.”

My head snapped to the doorway, where the guys stood right
inside. Chris wore dark-brown pants and a cream dress shirt, unbuttoned except
for the cuff links at his wrists.

Jared, on the other hand, wore a navy-blue shirt tucked into
gray pants. All he lacked was a tie and a jacket.

They looked good enough to eat.

Jenna bent to my ear and whispered, “They’ve never brought a
sub here before. I can see why. They have never stared at any of the other subs
like they’re watching you. You are in for one rough ride tonight, sister. I’m
jealous. I’m telling you.” She winked at me as I stood and faced the men. My
men.

“Turn around,” Jared ordered.

I did what he commanded. Their gazes seared my flesh as I
gave them a preview of what they were going to get. Jenna stood to the side in
her femme-fatale glory. She would have drawn any man’s attention but Jared and
Chris saw only me. Heat raced across my naked stomach.

“You guys aren’t allowed in here,” Jenna said. “You’ve never
broken that rule before.”

“You’ve never had anything that belongs to us before.”

Belongs.
Sweet mother, I liked the sound of that.

“Jenna,” Chris said.

“All right, all right. You two never let me have any fun.
You’re worse than two junkyard dogs with a bone and twice as possessive. I’ll
be here in a minute to finish so don’t take too long.”

“Close the door behind you and knock before you enter.” The
command in C’s voice made me shiver. Jenna rolled her eyes but stepped over the
threshold. She winked at me and left.

I immediately focused on the guys, who had walked closer.

Jared held up a box and opened it toward himself. “You did
well earlier.”

“Was it a test?” The urge to wring my hands was strong but I
balled them into fists.

“What we’re asking you to do isn’t easy.” I peeked over at
Chris and waited. “Soon you’ll trust us to know what you need. But there are
other people here you can rely on. Jenna was the obvious choice since the
thought of one of the guys preparing you makes me want to punch a wall.”

I couldn’t remember seeing Chris jealous. Not ever, but it
altered his features while he ground his molars together.

“We have something for you,” Jared interjected.

Jared slowly plucked a small, brown-leather necklace from
the box. It was beautiful and obviously handmade. A delicate design of wings
had been tooled into two pieces of leather. They connected in the front by a
small bronze ring and a simple clasp secured it at the back.

My pussy throbbed but I tried to keep my reaction controlled
in case it meant something different to them.

Jared sidled up behind me. An obvious hard-on brushed my
backside as he lifted the leather over my head and held it up to my neck. I
automatically lifted my hair for him. The warm leather hit my throat. It
reminded me of how my rear had felt after he spanked it earlier. The cold ring
bit into my skin until it heated. He secured the clasp and I released my hair.