Bound in Blue (16 page)

They told the story to Sara on the way over,
painting a picture until she doubled over with laughter, tottering
on her heels.

“I’ll try to remember not to do that,” she
said, taking Kelsey’s hand. “Just stay by me, and tell me if I’m
about to mess up.”

The two girls walked hand in hand the rest of
the way. It was sweet. Kind of hot, although he knew Sara did it in
complete innocence, because Kelsey was easy to talk to and because
they were close in age. Sweet, happy women, and behind them, their
perverse other halves dreaming of sexual bedlam.

“They’d be pretty in bed together, eh?” said
Theo under his breath.

“Or tied to a bed together.”

“Or put in a cage together. Have to give each
other orgasms before they could come out.”

Jason laughed. “You always have to one-up me.
Anyway, I thought Kelsey was straight?”

“She’s as straight as I want her to be. She’s
been with women.” His perverse grin deepened. “She does what I
like, which is why I love her so much. Is Sara bisexual?”

“We’ve never talked about it, but she’s
generally open to new things.”

“Nice to have those types of slaves.”

“Yep.”

“But also dangerous, at a place like
le
Citadel
. Don’t give her too much to drink this first time.”

Jason had no intention of letting Sara get
shit faced, and he wouldn’t be drinking much either. Drinks were
free because no one went overboard with them. Most people didn’t go
to the Citadel to get shit-faced. When you stepped through the
doors, it was all about the rush of sensual, hedonistic
physicality. So many bodies, all of them healthy and athletic. So
many creative, unfettered minds. It was a heady combination...and
it was Saturday night.

The doorman waved them in, and Sara accepted
earplugs from Theo and Kelsey as they navigated through the crowds
outside the coat room to the pounding, smoky heart of the club. The
bar was on one side, and a raised platform dominated the other. The
evening’s festivities were already in full swing. Revelers writhed
and jumped on the dance floor amidst the fake smog and lights, many
of them barely dressed. Clothing grew more optional as the night
wore on. When Le Maître arrived, people would move to the back
rooms to play, although you only entered the Back Room—the main
dungeon—at his invitation.

Later on, Jason would take Sara back and show
her the tamer play rooms, maybe even scene with her a little. He
was eager to show off his beautiful slave, in her ivory corset that
complemented her skin tone to perfection. He preferred her naked in
his bedroom, but here, he wanted to let her shine.

As Jason expected, Sara took two sips of her
drink and lost interest, distracted by all the activity going on
around her. “May I go dance? Please?” she asked.

The four of them headed to the dance floor in
a group. Jason saw women he knew, women who’d submitted to him
before, but the company rumor mill had done its work connecting him
with Sara, and none of them approached him. Theo and Kelsey were an
established couple and they stayed in each other’s arms, tuning out
everything else. Sara was less focused, but that was okay.

She leaned close so he could hear her over
the music. “Thanks for bringing me here.”

He ran his fingers up her waist, tracing the
bones of the corset beneath her dress. “It’s my pleasure. Are you
having fun? You look happy.”

She glanced beside them, at a towering,
powerfully built leather-sub and his pink-haired mistress. Beside
that couple, a threesome was alternately dancing and locking lips.
Jason pulled Sara closer, running his fingers up and down her back,
over her hidden lacings. Even in the darkness, her blue eyes stood
out like glittering jewels. Eternal eyes. “I’m so happy,” she
yelled over the music. “I love this. I loved dinner with Kelsey and
Theo too. I feel so...included.”

“Of course you’re included.” Kelsey’s voice
rang out while Theo bumped them, interrupting their kiss. Soon all
four of them were dancing together and laughing. Sara reached out
to stroke Kelsey’s hair.

“It’s so pretty,” she cried. “So light and
beautiful. I’ve wanted to touch it all night.”

Kelsey seemed delighted to let Sara stroke
her hair, and Jason and Theo were both delighted to watch. “When
are you going to start kissing?” Theo asked in his usual blunt
style. “That’s what everyone wants to see.”

“When we go to the back rooms, maybe,” said
Kelsey with a gleam in her eye. “We are going to the back rooms
together, aren’t we?”

“We’ll see,” Jason answered, bemused by
Kelsey’s hornified enthusiasm. He and Kelsey were friends, nothing
more. He’d be able to tease her about this later, whether they only
played BDSM games, or went all the way, having sex between the four
of them. Since she was currently, actively kissing Sara, Jason
guessed there was a good chance of sex.

“I should never give her alcohol,” Theo said
to Jason.

“Or maybe give her a little more.” Jason
watched Sara for signs of distress, but she’d abandoned herself to
Kelsey’s embrace.

“Back rooms?” asked Theo.

“Back rooms,” agreed Jason. He took hold of
Sara’s hair and drew her attention from Kelsey. “Do you want to go
play?” he asked. “Exchange power with Theo and Kelsey? There may be
other people there.”

“Other people we’ll play with?” she
asked.

“Probably not. You never know, when things
get rolling. But listen.” He took her face to be sure she heard
him. “We don’t have to do anything. We can just hang out and
dance.”

He liked to push her to try new things, but
public, group play was one of those things a submissive had to
choose for herself. There were rules at the Citadel to protect
everyone who played there, and everything was consensual. All the
sex was safe. The emotional part of it was harder, accepting that
you could be part of a very happy couple and still play with
outside partners. “Did you like kissing Kelsey?” he asked, staring
at her lips. “It looked so pretty. What if Theo kissed you? Would
that turn you on?”

She looked shocked at the suggestion, but
also curious. “I don’t know. I’ll try anything you like, Master. I
want to see what happens in the back rooms. You said I had to see
it for myself.”

“So I did.”

He beckoned Theo and Kelsey, and the four of
them headed down the hall to peek into the various private spaces.
The walls were stone and the doors heavy, age-scarred wood. Even
over the music, you could hear impact and screams, and thrilled
shouts. Halfway down they encountered a cluster of people watching
a scene. Jason heard Lemaitre’s voice, Lemaitre’s laugh.

They tried to move to the side, but the
revelers saw them and parted. Le Maître was tormenting a slave at
his feet, a cowering, willing beauty, probably testing her limits
before he invited her to his private play space. He was shirtless,
his low-riding leather pants revealing his enviable physique. Sara
gaped at him, never having seen Michel Lemaitre outside his crisp,
bespoke CEO suits. Jason barely heard her gasp, but Le Maître heard
it. His eyes locked on Jason first, then Sara.

He hauled his slave up and shooed her down
the hall, then grabbed Theo and barked in his ear in French. Theo
jerked away, gone white and grim. He turned to Jason and spoke to
him, also in French.

“He says Sara has to go.”

“What? Why?”

“He won’t say why, but he means it. He said
not to bring her back again.” Theo looked furious, but at
le
Citadel
, Le Maître’s word was law. “Come, let’s go,” he said to
Sara and Kelsey in English. “There’s no room for us back here
tonight.”

“What’s wrong?” asked Sara. “We have to go?
Now?”

“We have to leave,” said Jason, taking refuge
in activity. If he didn’t stay busy, if he didn’t concern himself
with bundling Sara up and getting her out of there, he’d go after
Lemaitre and punch him in the face. Theo seemed to understand that.
He stood between Jason and Lemaitre until the scowling Master of
the Citadel turned on his heel and stalked back down the hall. The
door to his inner sanctum slammed.

“Nice,” muttered Kelsey under her breath. In
the end, she was the one who calmed Sara, who hugged her and said,
“Come on, we’ll find something else to do.”

The four of them left the club and clustered
together outside the door. Jason seethed as he watched a lackey
deliver a note to the doormen, probably an edict that Sara wasn’t
to be re-admitted. Fucking Lemaitre. Sara wasn’t underage, she
wasn’t in disgrace, and she was in an active Master/slave
relationship. She was beautiful and daring and she belonged in
le Citadel
with her colleagues and fellow pervs.

“I don’t understand,” she said, burying her
face in Jason’s shoulder. “What did I do? Why does he hate me?”

“He doesn’t hate you, baby.” He tilted her
face to his and gave her a kiss. “I’m sure this is a
misunderstanding. I’ll make him explain tomorrow. But yes, this
sucks donkey balls.”

“It’s outrageous,” said Theo. “Completely
outrageous.”

Kelsey beckoned to her husband and whispered
something in his ear. He listened a while, nodded, then turned to
Jason. “Come back to our place? Kels says we can do as well as Le
Maître. Even better.”

Jason thought she was probably right. He
looked down at Sara, smoothing the miserable lines from her
forehead.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to have your
Citadel experience tonight, little one,” he promised. “Or as close
to it as we can get.”

For some reason, the Zamoras had a disco ball
mounted over their bed.

“I’m not going to ask,” said Jason, holding
up his hands. “I don’t want to know about your freaky sex life.
It’ll be a nice touch with the Christmas lights, though. Almost
like the real thing.”

Sara was warmed to the bottom of her soul by
the effort they were putting into this, all to make her feel
better. It took fifteen minutes for Theo and Jason to crawl into
the attic and find some holiday lights, and fifteen more minutes
for them to hang them in the Zamora’s bedroom. In the meantime,
Kelsey browsed her mp3 files and put together a sultry, sexy play
list, playing snippets of songs for Sara’s opinion. Setting up
“Club Zamora” almost,
almost
helped her forget the look on
Mr. Lemaitre’s face when he’d kicked her out of the Citadel.

She couldn’t understand it. Why?

Jason said they could figure it out tomorrow.
He was certain it was all a mistake, but Lemaitre’s anger hadn’t
seemed like a mistake to Sara. Didn’t she have a right to be there,
just like everyone else?

“Are you still thinking about the Citadel?”
asked Kelsey as she arranged candles around the bed. “Because we’re
going to have fun, tons more fun than we would have had there. I’m
sure the guys will make us orgasm a zillion times.”

Sara smiled at her friend, curious how
everything would play out. Did the Zamoras play harder or softer
than her and Jason? Would they all have sex together, or would they
trade partners? Would she and Kelsey kiss some more? Sara wouldn’t
mind that. Or would there be no sex at all?

“Is that for the smoke?” Jason coughed as
Kelsey lit the candles, one after the other. “This doesn’t have to
be exactly like the Citadel.”

“
Ma chère
,” Theo said to his wife. “Go
get some wine. It’s time to set the mood.”

Sara moved to go too, but Jason stopped her.
“Not you.” He eased her dress up and off, so she only wore her
corset and stockings. Then he pointed to the floor. “Right
there.”

She swallowed hard, sinking to her knees.
Jason stared at her until she assumed the correct position: legs
spread, back arched, eyes on him. Theo glanced over, still
rearranging the lights, and she flushed with a delicious kind of
embarrassment. She knew she was dressed in a way that pleased
Jason, and that she had a strong, attractive body. She knew they
were all about to do a scene together but she still felt pangs of
shyness. Theo wasn’t her partner. He was her coach.

“
Très jolie
,” he said, nodding at her.
She didn’t know if he meant her appearance or the enticing way she
was posed, but his approving smile made her feel warm inside. At
last Theo arranged the strands to his satisfaction, and strode to
the wall to turn off the overhead light. The blinking, twinkling
colors gave the room an otherworldly air. As if on cue, Kelsey
returned with goblets and a bottle of wine. She set them on a side
table and then Theo and Kelsey started to undress each other.

Sara wasn’t sure where to look. Was it okay
to stare? They were beautiful—both their physiques and the tender
way they interacted. Theo was so dark and Kelsey so pale and light,
and both of them had amazing bodies. Theo stripped Kelsey of
everything, even her pretty black bra and panties. She had tight
pink nipples and a little patch of blonde fuzz over her pussy. Sara
wanted to check out Theo’s cock but wasn’t certain about matters of
etiquette. Jason knelt behind her and nudged her face in their
direction when she tilted it away. “Go ahead and look at him,” he
said with a hint of laughter. “See what you’re in for.”

Like Jason, Theo was strong and powerfully
built, and his cock looked every bit as long and thick as her
lover’s. It rested on a thatch of dark hair that matched the
tapered hair on his chest. Theo pulled Kelsey close and tilted her
head back for a deep kiss as the lights flickered and reflected off
their bodies.

While she watched, Jason knelt again and
pulled her arms behind her, and cuffed her wrists at the small of
her back. “Chest out,” he reminded her. “Good girl. Let’s get you
in the right frame of mind.”

She was afraid he meant the nipple clamps,
and she was right. He folded down the cups of her corset and
flicked her nipples until they went pert and hard. She gasped,
fighting through the pain as he attached the first biting clamp,
then the other. She gazed a little jealously at Kelsey, who got to
pour wine and enjoy her husband’s embraces while Sara had to sit,
bound in her slave pose, wearing clamps with a heavy, dangling
chain.