Unforgettable You (13 page)

“Yes, Sir.” She grins as she walks away.

“Clint told me what you talked about.”

I turn to Dave. “Not you too? I don’t want to talk about that.”

Dave shakes his head slowly. “Steffen, you need to tell her.”

I give my head a shake. “It’ll be taken care of before she needs to know. And then she’ll never need to know.”

“She’ll
always
need to know if the man she’s involved with is already married.” About that time, Sheila comes back, pillow in hand.

I point to the floor. “Drop it and kneel.”

“Yes, Sir.” She does exactly that, and fairly gracefully too.

I chat with Dave for about ten more minutes, and she rests her head against my thigh as I stroke that long hair, copper-penny bright and glowing. Randomly and out of nowhere, I suddenly wonder if any kids she might have would have hair that color, and then I realize that she’s at an age where if she’s going to have a kid, it has to be soon. Has she ever thought about that? Would she even want that? I’d only thought about it once before, and that was a long time ago. What the hell am I doing thinking about this? I’d better get my shit together. Nobody’s having a baby anytime soon. I must’ve had an odd look on my face because Dave asks, “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just had something on my mind. Guess we’d better get to it if we’re going to scene. Sub, rise for me.” I take her hand to steady her and she comes up, proving to me that she’s been practicing by the ease she displays. We stroll across the room, take in the scenes going on, and find a seat on a sofa. “So, what do you have in mind tonight?”

The wheels are turning, based on the look on her face. Finally, she says, “Um, I like restraint.” But her lip trembles just a little when she asks, “And what about flogging?”

“You’ve never been flogged. Sure that’s what you want?” She nods. “On the St. Andrew’s?” She nods again. “No top, just your garter belt, hose, and heels. Just move your thong to the side.” I know how hard it is to get a thong off when you’re wearing a garter belt. It requires undressing and redressing. No need for that. Then something shifts, but I don’t know what. “What’s wrong? Sheila, talk to me.” Her eyes have gotten red and it appears she’s about to cry.

“Will it hurt a lot?”

Even though I don’t know the details, I have a good idea of what went on with her ex, and a wave of love and pride rushes through me. She trusts me enough to experiment with something that terrifies her, and I will not take that for granted, so I shake my head fervently. “No. It’ll make your skin warm, though.” I take her face in my hands. “Angel, are you sure you want to do this?” She just nods and bites her lip. “Okay. But you stop me if you need to, promise? I don’t want you going on just to please me. I don’t want you scared or hurt, understand?” She nods again. “And then we’ll do something else. What do you want that to be?”

There’s an almost imperceptible shiver that runs through her before she says, “I don’t know. Can we have sex?”

“Out here?” Now I’m shocked.

“Yeah. I want to get used to doing that.”

I almost fall off the sofa. “You’re sure?”

She nods. “Trish does it.”

“That’s not a good reason to do anything, just because someone you know does it. It needs to be something
you
want to do. Are you absolutely, positively sure?” She nods again. “Well, okay then. Maybe anally while you’re still on the cross for time and simplicity?” She nods again. That really surprises me. We’ve only had anal sex once, and I never dreamed she’d be interested in doing that in front of others. “Is that all? Then off to the private room?”

“Um . . . could you find someone to use the giant vibrator on me while you’re doing that?”

“You mean while I’m ass fucking you?” Now I’m pretty sure I’m here with a woman I’ve never met before.

“Yeah.”

“Wow, well, uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure I could do that. If you’re sure.” She nods again. “Okay, then, well, um, would you be agreeable to possibly performing some kind of act to satisfy that person, if that’s what they want in exchange for the favor?”

For a second, I think she’ll back out, and then, very cautiously, she says, “Uh, yeah, if it’s someone you know and trust.”

“I’ll see if I can find someone, but understand: When they come over to negotiate, that’s my negotiation, not yours. I’m your Dom, and you’ll do as I arrange. Understood?” She nods.

Now I’m certain I don’t know her at all. Then I get an idea. “Hang on just a second. Stay right here.”

I head across the room to the bar, and Dave looks up as I approach. “You scening?”

“Yeah, but I may need your help. You game?”

He grins. “With that girl? Oh, yeah. You just tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

I knew I could count on Dave. Once I’ve explained, I ask him, “What would you like in return?”

He just smiles. “Let your sub decide that. Anything. Nothing. Whatever she’s comfortable with. Doesn’t matter. I’ll help regardless.”

And that’s why I love Dave.

He asks one of the other guys to take over for him at the bar and follows me back to the sofa. “Master Adams has agreed to help us. Your safeword is red, and you use it anytime you need to. If you call yellow, we’ll reevaluate and see what we need to change. Got it?” She nods. “You need to say it out loud. I may not always be able to see you nod, so I need to hear your voice. Remember?”

“Yes, Sir.”

I look her directly in the eyes. “Because there will be two of us in this scene with you, Master Adams is Sir. And from this point on, you’ll address me as Master. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sss . . . Master.”

“Very good. And we need to come up with a hand signal, something easy for you to do and easy to remember, in case at some point you have a gag in your mouth or something.”

There’s that shiver again. “The ‘or something’ scares me a little.”

I smile. “I just said that because I couldn’t think of an ‘or something.’”

“Oh, okay.” She sits and thinks for a minute, then says, “How about this?” Holding up her fist, she makes a knocking type of movement up and down. “Will that work?”

“Yeah! That’s perfect! So, got it? Red for stop, yellow for reevaluate, the hand signal if you can’t speak, but otherwise, speak out loud, don’t nod. Got all that?”

“Yes, Sss . . . Master.” There’s a little hesitation in her voice, and then she motions for me to come closer, so I bend down and she leans up to my ear. “What does he want?”

This will be a good lesson for her – very good. “He and I talked about it, and he wants you to decide. Ask him. And it’s your call.”

Her eyelashes flutter as she looks up at Dave, and I know what she’s thinking. He’s a good-looking man, and I’m guessing there’s a war going on inside her right now between what she wants and what she thinks I’d want her to do. “Um, Sir, what would be your pleasure?”

Wow. Hearing her say that makes
me
hard. I can’t imagine what it’s doing to Dave.

Dave’s voice is liquid gold when he says, “Little sub, your call: Blow job, hand job, or fuck. Or nothing if all of the previous makes you too uncomfortable.”

She looks to me, so I tell her point-blank, “Your choice, angel. Up to you. None of those acts will make me upset or uncomfortable. Any of those choices is fair, but totally your call.” But I know what I’m hoping she’ll say.

Her eyes roam up and down Dave. “Um . . . blow job?”

That was
not
what I was hoping for.

Dave nods. “Works for me.” He gives her a casual smile, and I see her relax.

Then she looks to me, but I make sure my facial expression doesn’t give away the fact that I was hoping she’d decline every option he’d offered. I really don’t want to share her, but this was her choice, and I’ll accept it. “Good. Got that worked out. There’s a performance area opening up over there. Ready?”

“Yes, Master.” She seems confident now that it’s settled between her, Dave, and me. She waits for me to escort her; I haven’t yet explained to her about walking a respectful distance behind me. That will come. I’m not overly concerned with protocol yet. I just want her to get into the mindset and enjoy it at the same time. I think everything else will work itself out eventually, especially as much time as she and Trish like to spend together.

We mount the steps with Dave waiting at the bottom and to the side, and then I point to the floor. “Present yourself.” She drops and manages to be in an almost perfect presentation stance, plenty good enough for me anyway. “Very good. Now, rise and go to the cross.” Crossing the room, she steps up onto the foot rests and waits while I strap her in. I rummage around through the equipment in the corner and find the things I’m looking for. One is a nice suede flogger, and I swish it around to make sure it’s as supple as I like. Perfect. I step up beside her, and she looks a little rattled. “Your safeword?”

“Red, Master.”

“Very good. I’ll begin by giving you ten lashes on each cheek with the flogger and see how that goes. Is that agreeable?”

“Yes, Master.”

I lay my hand on her shoulder blade. “Baby girl, relax. Try to enjoy the sensations. Just let them wash over you. Most of the time I’d have you count, but I’ll keep the count tonight. You just worry about getting what you need, okay? They won’t be hard strikes, so it should be fine.”

She nods, followed by, “Oh, I’m sorry. Yes, Sir. I mean, Master.”

“It’s okay. You’re under stress, but you remembered. That’s good. Okay, here we go.”

I announce to the audience what we’ll be doing, then return to her and announce in a strong voice, “Prepare yourself, submissive. The discipline will begin.”

The initial contact is easy enough, but after the first six blows, she’s panting a little. I bark to her, “Sub, concentrate on the sensations.”

She responds immediately with, “Yes, Master.” Good – she’s still with me.

The rest of the lashes go pretty well. Her ass is a beautiful shade of rose when I’m done, and she’s panting soundly. Returning to her head, I look into her face from behind the cross. She’s fine; a little flushed, but otherwise fine. “Holding up?”

“Yes, Master,” she says, her voice a little shaky but still okay.

I motion to Dave to join us, and he takes the vibrator I hand to him. He knows how this works – he’ll be looking to me for his cue. Moving back behind her, I move the string from the thong to the side. The lube I brought into the scene with me is my favorite, so I coat her hole thoroughly, then unzip my leathers, roll the latex down, and slather the lube up and down my cock. “Submissive, prepare yourself to be entered.” She tenses almost immediately, and I remind her, “Relax. This will go much better if you do.” It’s work to get the head of my cock into her rosette, but it finally slips through the first ring of muscles and stops at the second, and I push harder to get it through that barrier. Once I do, I hear her whimper. “Sub, your color.”

“Green, Master.”

“Very good.” I continue to push in until I’m all the way there, then I get very, very still so her body can grow accustomed to my shaft. After one minute, I lean into her shoulder and tell her, under my breath, “I’m going to fuck you now, angel. Don’t be afraid to let me know how it feels. You can cry out, scream, whatever you want. Ready?”

Breathlessly, she calls back to me, “Yes, Master.” I draw out and then shove back in, and she squeals a little. The second time, I get the same reaction, but the third time, she just moans loudly. Talk about something that’ll get you hard – that’ll do it. I’ve managed to get in eight or nine strokes when I look at Dave and signal him with a nod. He kneels in front of her, then directs a gentle smile into her eyes as he hits the switch.

A scream is the best way I can describe what shoots from her lips, although it’s more like tires on pavement. I’m pretty sure most of it is surprise; she knew it was coming, she just didn’t know when. The vibrations are so strong that I can feel them in my dick, and I know it’s driving her crazy. She’s trying to squirm, but the bindings won’t let her, and she’s crying out and panting and making a
lot
of noise. I’m tall enough and my legs are long enough that I’m having to stand with my feet far, far apart to make me short enough. There’s a lot of tensing going on in her lower body, and I remind her, “Sub, you will not come until I tell you that you can.” Good time to practice orgasm control, especially with Dave at the helm. He’s a pro.

“Yes, Master,” she manages to huff out. That vibrator is bound to be driving her mad, but she’s hanging in there. In a few more minutes she groans out, “Oh my god, Master, please, may I come?”

“You needn’t ask. I’ll tell you when to come, sub.” I’m laying it on thick, but I won’t have to for long. Even though I can’t see from my vantage point, I can hear the variations in the sounds the vibrator’s making, and I know Dave’s manipulating it in such a way that she’s having to work to control herself. And unless I miss my guess, he’s also fondling her nipples with his free hand to add to her challenge. He didn’t ask me about that; he knows that I’d expect it, so he wouldn’t hesitate.

I can feel my own climax growing deep in my gut, my balls tightening, the muscles in my ass bunching, and I know I’m really, really close. I close my eyes and try to think about changing the oil in my car. That always helps to take my mind off sex. And it works – for about a minute and a half. Then I go right back to thinking about that hot little ass my fingers are digging into, and I’m almost ready again.

After I’ve managed to stave it off once more by thinking about cleaning out the refrigerator, I decide it’s time to give in. I’m really, really surprised that she hasn’t called her safeword, but it hasn’t happened.

It’s all building and climbing inside me, and I lean into Sheila’s shoulder and whisper in her ear, “I’m almost ready. Are you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she groans back. “Oh, god, please, Sir, please?” She’s so crazed that she forgets what she’s supposed to call me, but I can understand that. It’s no big deal.

“Okay.” I take about six more strokes, then say loudly enough for the crowd to hear me, “Sub, come with your master.” As soon as the words are out, I give one of those creamy, delicate shoulders a hard nip.