Unconditional (7 page)

He lifted her into his arms and hoped he remembered his way to the aftercare rooms.

Chapter Four

Her skin was still humming as he placed her on the massage table, and she heard the door close. She let her head rest back, still processing exactly what had happened.

He’d spanked her and she’d liked it. It had really hurt at first, but she’d been fighting it. Good girls didn’t want to get their asses smacked.

Good girls. Bad girls. She was starting to question why there had to be classifications. It had seemed so clear at one point, but the truth was her sister lived this lifestyle and there was nothing bad about her. Their mother would have been horrified at the thought that her daughters even knew about the lifestyle. She’d been deeply preoccupied with her place in the community, lowly as it had been. She would have railed at them for bringing shame on her name, but Ashley didn’t see it that way.

Was it wrong to like something most people thought was perverted? Most people didn’t have to live her life.

“Am I losing you?” Keith looked down at her and she was struck by the fact that they were alone. Just the two of them. No more crowds. No one to hold her hand and talk her through it.

She would never be able to properly thank Karina Mills for helping her. She’d been ready to say her safe word, and now she wasn’t even thinking it.

No. Now she was thinking about the fact that her pussy was wet and soft. What the hell was up with that?

“I’m still here.” She smiled up at him. “So every time I say something bad about myself, you’ll slap my backside?”

He touched her hair, smoothing it back. “If you say it where I can hear it, yes. I think you’re beautiful. I don’t like being told I’m wrong.”

She suspected very few people would contradict the strong, smart man in front of her. “So I’ll fare better if I just agree with you?”

“Turn over. And yes. It’s a good game plan.”

She rolled over and winced a little as he pushed up her skirt. “I’m going to feel that tomorrow, aren’t I?”

His palm covered her cheek. “Yes, but it should just be a nice ache. There aren’t any welts. I didn’t break the skin.”

“That’s a good thing, right?” She sighed a little as she settled down. The massage table had been covered with a silky sheet. It was cool against her skin. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so relaxed.

His hands started to rub her flesh, long strokes that made her feel like every muscle was turning to jelly. “It is for you. There are some people who like more of a bite. I think you’re just going to be a light-pain junkie.”

She was so curious about him. “Do you like to leave marks?”

“I would rather know that you remember the pleasure I can give you, whether it’s from some erotic pain or pure sexual pleasure.”

Just like that she felt herself stiffen up.

“Hey, calm down. Are you afraid?” His hands changed to soothing strokes down her legs.

Afraid? Yes and no. “I’m worried you won’t like me when you realize I’m not one of those girls who can…”

“Come?”

It seemed so easy for him to say it. “Yes. I read somewhere that not every woman can.”

His hands were dangerously close to the junction of her thighs. “Turn over again. I need to see something.”

Why did they have to talk about this? She’d been so happy. He was insistent, his hands moving her. She finally rolled over. He’d been kind to her. Maybe it was for the best they get this out of the way. She’d been looking forward to the next couple of weeks of their contract, but if he was thinking she was going to be some kind of sex kitten, then he should find out the truth about her sooner rather than later.

Her skirt was around her waist. A moment ago she hadn’t minded. Hell, she hadn’t even thought about it when he was spanking her. When she’d realized that twenty or so people had watched the whole thing, she’d merely wondered if a curtsy would get her spanked again.

Now the tone changed, and she could feel all of her insecurities creeping back.

He was looking at her pussy. He was just staring at it. God, she’d never really looked at it. She wasn’t the kind of girl who looked at herself in the mirror for long periods of time, much less one who inspected her own pussy. And he could see her C-section scar, though he seemed to be avoiding that.

“You look like you have all the right parts.”

Sure she did. They just didn’t work properly. “Keith, it’s all right. You don’t have to try to prove anything to me.”

His face suddenly loomed over hers. “If you don’t stop talking, I’m going to put a ball gag in your mouth.”

She almost protested and then thought better of it. He’d made good on all of his promises up until now. She was pretty sure if there was ever a place to randomly find a ball gag sitting around, it was Sanctum.

He nodded, obviously satisfied that she intended to comply. “Very good. Now, when I ask a direct question, you can answer me, but other than that, I want silence. Oh, unless you feel the need to moan. Moaning, screaming in pleasure, and calling out my name are perfectly acceptable. Look at that. You just got your first lesson in protocol. We’re moving along quite nicely.”

Wow. Not being able to reply really sucked. She was forced to stay where she was.

“Now, like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you have all the right parts for an orgasm. Do you masturbate often?”

She felt her skin flush.

“That was a direct question, sweetheart. You can answer.”

Where was the ball gag when she needed it? “What if I don’t want to answer?”

He shrugged a little. “If you don’t answer, I’ll decide you don’t like to talk and would prefer to spend the time I would devote to conversations learning which type of nipple clamps you like.”

“I don’t masturbate,” she said as quickly as she could because she would really prefer to embarrass herself over testing out nipple clamps.

He frowned down at her, his hand over her belly. “Never?”

He seemed really intent on making her blush as often as possible. “I’ve tried a couple of times but it doesn’t work.”

“Vibrator?”

“Where would I find a vibrator? I was raised in a tiny town in Texas. Those old biddies came down hard on us for yawning in church. Do you honestly think they would let an adult store in?”

His hand was moving down her body, tickling her skin where it touched and making her wish she wasn’t wearing the small amount of clothing she was wearing because she really liked having his hands on her. Heat seemed to follow everywhere those fingers skimmed.

“There’s this new thing called the Internet. I might be an old man, but I think you youngsters are pretty good with it.”

She opened her mouth to refute that statement and then realized it had been a land mine.

Keith chuckled. “Very good. Not a direct question. You’re getting the hang of it. Why didn’t you use the Internet?”

“Because my mom watched me like a hawk. After Dad left, she was really hard on us about everything. And then she died and after Jill made sure I got through high school, she left and everyone was watching me. I worked in a local church, saving money for college. There aren’t a lot of choices where I was raised. If you want to get a job there, you better have a good reputation. There isn’t even a fast food place to work in.”

A single finger slid across her clitoris.

Holy hell.

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart. I was raised in the godless city so I masturbate a lot. Give me your hand. I want to teach you.”

It wouldn’t work, of course, but she’d already felt more from him than she had in all the tries before.

“The key is to relax.” His hand covered hers, fingers sliding over to guide her.

Her pussy was slick, wet with the arousal she’d gotten from the spanking.

“I love how you blush,” he said. “You shouldn’t though. This is natural. I think part of your problem is that your parents instilled a sense of guilt and shame where none should be. This is normal. Take a breath.”

She hadn’t realized she’d been holding it in. She forced herself to breathe. That was what she would focus on. Maybe she should just fake one. She’d heard Jillian screaming enough. Hell, sometimes she could hear her sister from the guesthouse.

The pad of her finger slid over and over her clitoris, with Keith forcing her to apply real pressure. She could feel how slick she was getting, how slippery her flesh became.

It was nice, but nothing to scream about.

She tried to relax. She let Keith move her hand, rubbing her clitoris until it was slick with arousal, but beyond feeling warm and pleasant, there wasn’t that mad crazy rush of passion and pleasure she’d read about.

Because it wasn’t real. Or maybe she just couldn’t do it.

He sighed and released her hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I can see this isn’t going to work on you.”

Tears threatened, but she blinked them back.

“Maybe a little shock and awe will help.”

She nearly came off the table when he leaned over and put his mouth over her clitoris, sucking her hard.

She couldn’t breathe, barely could move. No one had ever…She hadn’t even wanted anyone to do what Keith was doing to her. His tongue was all over her private parts. He growled a little, the sensation rumbling across her skin.

“Don’t move.” His hands were on her hips, holding her down. “If you move again, I’ll spank you. Give me this. Five minutes tops.”

His tongue lapped at her, sending crazy sensations through her body.

She tried not to move. At first it was a case of forcing herself not to shove him off. It was too intimate, too much. It couldn’t possibly taste good. Trevor had never even hinted he wanted to do that to her and she’d made a baby with him.

And then she was trying not to force him to suck her harder.

Her body shook as the sensation built and built. Higher and higher. His fingers played inside her pussy, pushing her labia apart and forcing their way inside. They moved easily in and out because she was wet, but his fingers felt so much better than anything she’d had before. Sex had been something she’d endured so she could get to the part where her boyfriend held her.

This was something different.

Her eyes rolled back and she gave over to him. His fingers curled inside her, and he sucked hard on her clit.

Ashley exploded, the breath coming from her chest in a long cry.

She lay back on the table, her blood thumping through her with a rhythmic beat.

Her brain was a little hazy, like she’d had just the slightest bit too much to drink.

Keith was suddenly staring down at her. “See, you work just fine, sweetheart. I’ll meet you outside the locker rooms so I can walk you to your car.”

The next sound she heard was the door closing behind him.

She giggled a little, trying to catch her breath.

Yep, she liked Sanctum even better from the other side.

* * * *

Keith’s hands were still shaking as he made his way to the locker room.

What the hell had just happened? Fuck. He could still taste her on his tongue. His dick was so hard he could barely breathe, and he was seriously thinking about asking someone else to walk her to her car so he didn’t have to see her again.

He could find another club. Hell, he could just start his own. Or he could move. His business could be run from just about anywhere.

He stopped. This was stupid. He wasn’t going to run away. He wasn’t going to have someone else take care of his responsibilities.

She was just a girl and he’d given her an experience. It was what Doms did.

They usually didn’t run away from the sub though.

He took a deep breath and strode into the locker room. She’d been so fucking sweet. He liked everything about her. He liked how funny she was. He liked her smart mouth. He definitely liked how she’d tasted on his tongue.

“Don’t you change that fucking TV. Get near my remote again and I’ll kill you, Adam.” Ian Taggart was standing in the middle of what the guys of Sanctum called “The Dom Cave,” a big shiny remote in his hand.

The locker room here was nothing like the clubs he’d been in before. Even the most affluent of those clubs had fairly simple changing rooms with bathrooms and showers, but Sanctum had a massive LCD TV and lounge chairs.

“Dude, that game ended two hours ago,” Adam said, staring at his boss.

“I’ve got it DVR’d so it’s like I stopped time. Either grab a beer and watch it with me or get your ass out of here. You are not changing this TV to some fucking home and garden show.” The big Dom shook his head in distaste. “I didn’t even know we got that channel. Bad remote. Bad.”

Sanctum was different. He was starting to realize that. Sanctum was more like a family. Fuck, it had been a really long time since he’d had one of those.

He wondered what the women’s locker room was like. He wondered if Ashley was being taken care of.

“Hey, how’d it go?” Derek Brighton asked as he walked into the room. He shrugged out of his vest and shoved it into his locker.

Taggart continued to argue with his friend over what was suitable male television viewing. Keith opened his locker. “It was a good first night.”