Zeck (2 page)

My muscles relaxed in relief. This place sounded like
heaven. It also explained why Jas had me leave my phone in the car earlier.

“No cameras sounds great. I might never leave.”

I grinned over at the owner.

“If you would like to come back regularly, I’ll need
you to fill out some paperwork, but for tonight you’re here as Jas’s guest and
I’m sure you’ll behave yourself. Is there anything you’ve seen so far that has
caught your eye?

I focused back on the scene I’d been watching earlier.

“I rather like the look of the rope stuff.”

Brian chuckled. “That’s called
shibari
,
not rope stuff. What’s your schedule like? Will you be able to make it in again
before you leave town?”

I rubbed the back of my neck.

“So long as I can come in late, I’m good any night
this week.”

He gave me a nod of understanding, and I was grateful
Jas had obviously explained to him who I was already.

“Tomorrow night then. Come back and I’ll have a
training session set up for you. I would offer you a place in our Dom training
program, but you won’t be staying that long. I’m sure Jas will be able to find
you somewhere closer to home to train.”

“Thanks, Brian. I certainly hope so. And I’m already
looking forward to tomorrow night.”

It was the truth. I was intrigued by everything that
was going on around me, and that sweet little thing getting trussed up across
the room still had my body hard and aching.

“Will the demonstration be on the same girl?”

Brian gave me a knowing smile.

“I shall request young Isobel join us for the session.
I’m sure she’ll agree. Little
Issy
loves being in the
firm hold of ropes.”

With satisfaction I leaned back in the seat and
watched as little
Issy
got herself well and truly
tied in knots across the room. Tomorrow night it would be knots I helped to tie
that would bind her beautiful form. My dick kicked against the fly of my
leathers. Yeah,
shibari
was definitely my kind of
kink.

****

Issy

I slipped into the girls’ change room and cringed.
Monique was running her mouth again. I was going to miss a lot of things about
France. Bitching little Monique was not one of them. It was thoughts of never
having to see Monique again that would keep me from overstaying my visa.

After nearly a full year in Paris my
nannying
job was over, and I was left with a few precious
weeks before I had to return home to Australia. I frowned at my locker. I knew
the moment I got home I had some decisions to make. Shaking my head, I pushed
it all aside. I wouldn’t let worries over the future taint my night.

“I’m telling you, it was
Zeck
from Right Time. Monsieur Brian and Monsieur Jas were sitting with him last
night. And Jane. Where is she? She was all over Monsieur Jas, as per usual.”

Jane had been beyond excited last night. She adored
Jas, especially his accent. I had to agree with her that when it deepened to
his Dom drawl, it was pretty damn sexy.

I faced Monique. “That guy had glasses on.
Zeck
doesn’t wear them.”

I wasn’t a huge fan, but I watched TV. I knew who
Right Time was and that they were currently playing in Paris. Monique rolled
her eyes at me as she zipped up her mini skirt, which barely covered her ass.

“Oh, of course he tried to disguise himself! But I’d
know that tattoo anywhere.”

I thought back to the man Monique was talking about as
I opened my locker and dumped my bag inside. A small sigh escaped my throat. He
had been totally dreamy, with his dark hair pulled back into a sleek low
ponytail. I hadn’t thought the glasses looked right on his handsome face, but
the leather pants sure as hell did. He’d worn a tight black tank that revealed
his gloriously muscled biceps. Of course I noticed. I’d always had a thing for
bulging biceps on a man. An intricate tattoo had curved around one arm and up
under his shirt. A massive oriental dragon.
Just
like the one
Zeck
from Right Time has.

“Get over it, Monique. I doubt he’ll be back, and even
if he does, this is a private club. You can’t go fan-
girling
the man like some groupie at a concert.”

I gripped the edge of my locker tightly to prevent
clapping in applause as an older submissive dressed Monique down.

Monique responded predictably with a mouthful of
creative French cursing I couldn’t quite translate … not that I needed to. I
focused on getting myself dressed for the evening. Monsieur Brian had called me
this morning to ask if I’d be happy to be used to teach a new Dom
shibari
later tonight. Naturally, I said yes. Monsieur
Brian was an expert with rope, and any submissive would do just about anything
to be the one he tied up.

“How you doing tonight,
Issy
?”

I gasped and pressed a hand over my heart.

“You have to stop sneaking up on me like that, woman!”

I looked up at the beautiful
Domme
leaning beside her locker.

“Good thing we’re not out on the floor, doll, or I’d
have you over a bench for that.”

I rolled my eyes and smirked at
Raine
.

“You love my cheekiness, admit it.”

“Only because you make it look so adorable. The
Australian accent helps, too. You still sure you don’t swing my way?”

Heat bloomed over my cheeks. No matter how many times
females hit on me, I always flushed.

“Sorry, still straight as an arrow.”

“Ah, well, can’t blame a girl for trying.”

Smoothing out my mini dress I turned my back on
Raine
.

“Zip me up?”

Naturally, she ran her fingers up my spine first
causing a soft sigh to escape. Her touch really was lovely. I’d been coming to
the club for six months and had gone through their training program for new
submissives
. At the beginning I’d struggled with how
comfortable everyone was being naked in front of each other. But over time, I’d
discovered this lifestyle attracted all sorts. Not just young and thin, but all
ages and shapes. It made me feel a lot better about showing my rounded curves
occasionally. Which, with how much I loved
shibari
,
was a good thing. It seemed like I was always flashing my boobs in the club.
Good thing policy said I had to wear a g-string out on the floor. The private
rooms were a different story. I frowned as I wondered if Monsieur Brian would
want to give me aftercare in one of those rooms tonight. I loved being tied up,
but I didn’t have sex with every Dom that touched me. I was extremely picky
with who I gave that privilege to.

“Such soft skin, doll. Monsieur Brian called you
today, yes?”

My body started heating with arousal as the zipper
slid up slowly.

“Yep, he’s demonstrating on me tonight.”

Raine’s
breath caressed my ear as
she leaned in.

“Monique may be full of shit most of the time, but she’s
on the mark this time. Monsieur Brian is trussing you up for none other than
Zeck
from Right Time.”

The whispered words landed in my stomach like a rock.

“Shit.”

I let my head drop forward as my blood cooled. This
was the last thing I needed. Monique would no doubt see me and make my life
hell until I left the country.

“Dammit, I should have said no.”

Raine
gripped my shoulders and
spun me around to face her.

“No, you should have said yes, just like you did.
Every submissive here could have said no and Monique still wouldn’t have been
asked. She’s only here because her big sister is dating Monsieur Brian’s
brother. We all tolerate her, but don’t think we’re all not keeping an eye on
her. The first time she pushes things too far, she’ll be out on her perky
little ass.”

I begged for
Raine
to
understand with my gaze.

“She’s going to give me hell every second I’m at the
club after this. You know she will.”

Raine
tweaked my nose, and I
wriggled it to ease the tingle she’d created.

“Have a little faith, doll. You, everyone likes. No
one is going to let you get hassled. Now, I get to spend a couple of hours with
you until Monsieur Brian’s guest arrives.”

I gave her one last pleading look, which only earned
me a smirk. I squeaked when as I walked beside
Raine
,
she spanked my ass. Laughing, she placed a hand on the nape of my neck and
gently led me out into the main area of the club.

Two hours later,
Raine
led
me over to Monsieur Brian’s station. The closer I got, the faster my heart
beat. My mouth went dry when it dawned on me that I was about to get stripped
down to my knickers in front of a world famous singer. I began to tremble. I
couldn’t do this. Why on earth had I said yes?

“Relax, doll. You’re safe. He’s like any other man
here. Focus on the rope,”
Raine
whispered into my ear
then kissed my cheek.

“Monsieur Brian,
your
submissive as you requested.”

“Thank you, Madame
Raine
,
and thank you for taking such good care of her tonight.
Issy
,
you look ravishing as always.”

As I’d been trained, the moment Madame
Raine
removed her hand, I smoothly glided to my knees to
kneel in front of Monsieur Brian.
Focus.
I needed to simply keep my focus away from the superstar on my right.
Rope.
That’s what tonight was about. The
freedom and high I felt when I was enveloped by soft lengths of rope. With a
deep breath, I smiled and allowed my shoulders to slump as the tension left me.

****

Zeck

She gracefully dropped to her knees, and my breath
hitched. My skin had begun tingling with anticipation the moment I saw her
moving across the floor toward me. She was bloody stunning. As I discreetly
rearranged my erection with the heel of my palm, I wondered how long her hair
would be if it wasn’t pinned up like it was. My fingers twitched with the
thought of how soft it would feel to bury my hand in the golden lengths.

“This is
Issy
. She’s
Australian, so we can easily do this session in English. With
safewords
, we use the traffic light system here. If
Issy
says red, you stop and free her as fast as possible.
Yellow, you need to stop and discuss what the issue is before continuing and
green means she’s fine. Understand?”

I nodded, my mouth suddenly too dry to speak. I’d
never had lust hit me this hard and the woman was still dressed!

“Rise and turn around, pet.”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I frowned when she
trembled. Was she afraid?

“Don’t worry yourself. She’s merely nervous. Everyone
here at the club is here voluntarily, and as I said last night, everything is
consensual.
Issy
? Where are we?”

“Green, Monsieur.”

Brian turned her to face me, and I found myself
staring into piercing green eyes. Recognition flared in her irises, and I knew
she’d worked out who I was. I held my breath waiting for her to start screaming
as disappointment swamped me. I’d had high hopes for this club. I’d thought I’d
found somewhere I could be just another man.

“Good evening, Monsieur. It’s a pleasure to be at your
service tonight.”

I cocked my head, struck silent for a moment. Had she
not recognized me after all? And that voice. Her Australian accent had all my
blood heading south, as she spoke in a husky sexy drawl I’d never get tired of
hearing.

“Thank you,
Issy
. I’m so
glad you said yes to tonight.”

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open. Brian
started chuckling.

“Yes, pet. He asked specifically for you. You made
quite the impression on him last night with your and Monsieur Pierre’s
shibari
scene.”

A peaceful look flowed over her face and her body
loosened at the reminder. If the memory of a scene could do that, how would she
react once she was trussed up tonight?

“Let’s get started.
Issy
,
present yourself.”

“If you would please unzip my dress, Monsieur. I can’t
reach the zipper.”

The big Dom nodded with a kind smile. “Of course, pet.
It is a beautiful dress, but your skin looks so exquisite bound in rope, I
don’t want anything in the way. But I won’t be doing it. Monsieur
Krys
? Would you move in behind
Issy
and help her undress, please?”

My lips quirked at Brian using my middle name. I
wasn’t used to it, so I’d have to make sure I paid attention for it tonight. My
heart rate picked up as I moved faster than I ever had. Standing inches from
her, I inhaled deeply, taking in her sweet floral scent. My fingers trembled as
I gripped her small zipper tab. Slowly I slid it down, the sides of the pretty
green dress split open revealing pale perfection. Lifting up my other hand I
trailed my fingers down her spine. She didn’t move, but I felt the shiver that
ran through her and it had my heart racing. I clenched my jaw when I pushed the
material over her fleshy hips. Emerald green lace flowed around her waist and
disappeared between the lush smooth cheeks of her ass. I moved back as she
stepped out of the material pooled around her ankles. I groaned and nearly
swallowed my tongue when she bent over to collect the dress. Damn, but she had
the finest ass I’d ever seen.