Consume Me (Devoured Club Series) (2 page)

Chapter 2- Emma

I drove back to the bakery
to help Nikki and Ally finish with the birthday cupcake order that was due the next day. The interview hadn’t seemed to have gone very well, but I was a new member of Devoured.  The thought made me shudder a little. Anyone who knew me would tell you that I was the last person they would imagine allowing myself to get spanked or tied up. But then again, most people only saw the “good girl”- the hard-working bakery owner that I had become. Even Ally, my sister, didn’t know or understand what I truly desired in the bedroom.
Hell, did I even know?
I just knew that the idea of being tied up, especially to that big X that I’d seen, was arousing.

“Well, well, well, look
at who the cat dragged in,” Nikki said as I walked through the back door of the shop. We had a storefront in the famous Quincy Market, but we were lucky enough to have a parking lot and rear entrance away from the chaos of the market.

“Yes, I’m here.
I came back, thought I would help with the order, but if you are going to be snotty and sarcastic, I’ll leave.” I wasn’t really in the mood to deal with Nikki today. 

“No, no. I’ll be good. So how did the consultation go? Did you score?”
she asked, without diverting her attention from the task she was busy completing.

The question mad
e me blush, and I felt my cheeks heat up.
Score?
Yeah, I’d scored, but not in the way she thought. I had told the girls that I had a consultation for a potential client, not an interview at Boston’s premier BDSM club. “The consult went well. They said they would get back to us,” I said, trying not to give myself away. I wasn’t all that good at lying.

“Well good.
Now get your ass over here and help me frost these damn cupcakes.”

I
picked up an icing bag that was prefilled with the purple icing the client had requested. “No problem, Nik. Anything to help my best friend,” I smiled, the sarcasm dripping off me. “By the way, where is Ally?”

“She’s up front manning the store. Your little floozy counter help called
out again.”

“Remind me to fire her.” Nikki laughed and we continued
to frost the cupcakes, hurrying so that we could get the order finished and go home at a decent hour.

*****

I arrived home shortly after eight, and was happy because I’d thought Nikki, Ally and I would have been at the bakery all night, filling the 300 piece cupcake order. I heated up some leftovers from the other night, and sat down at the breakfast bar.

I thought back to the interview
, and how I’d frozen up when Marcus had asked me why I wanted to join the club. I hadn’t known what to say? I did know why I wanted to join the club, but for some reason my mouth couldn’t articulate those reasons. How could I tell him my deepest desires, my ultimate fantasies? I was completely speechless in his presence. He was easily six foot four, with deep green eyes, and hair that rivaled Ian Somerhalder’s, the longer Vampire Diaries style; shorter in the back and longer around the eyes. I could see all the definition of his muscles under his tight black t-shirt. The bulge in his pants kept reminding me of how aroused I was. The tattoo that crept out from under the sleeve of his shirt had me imagining where it ended.
Oh God! I wanted his cock inside me so badly, and I had only just met him!

I pu
shed the leftovers to one side, and moved my hands over my erect nipples. I was getting turned on just thinking about his hands running over my body –– pinching my nipples the way I just had, rolling the nipple between his fingers, then gliding his hands down my chest, and over my abdomen, pausing at my pubic bone. I unbuttoned my skirt and pushed it down over my hips.

Slowly, I grazed the outer area of my thong, imagining Marcus’s fingers teasing
me through the thin material, slowly running his fingers up and down over my folds, arousing my clit as it hardened. Quickly discarding my underwear, I rubbed my fingers against the flesh of my outer lips, wishing they were Marcus’s tongue. I separated my outer sex, finding myself to be wet and warm. Slipping further into my fantasy, I inserted and removed my fingers from my pussy - over and over, in and out, as I stroked my clit with my thumb. The pressure built within me, and I felt again the tension that I had felt earlier, begging to be released. I was breathing heavily, and I could feel my heart rate speed up as my body started to quiver and tense.

I allowed myself to fully imagine Marcus’s hands, tongue, lips and fingers
pleasing my body as I circled my clit with my finger. Speeding up, I felt my body tighten again, and I knew I was close, really close, to the release that I had needed all day. I quickened the movement of my fingers and felt myself explode, and, as I rode out the waves of my orgasm, I remembered that I had a little homework to finish.

After cleaning myself up, I went
into the living room, grabbed my purse, and pulled out the questionnaire Marcus had given me to fill out. I went back into the kitchen and made a cup of coffee. The kitchen was my favorite room of the house. It was my safe-haven, my place of relaxation. When I’d bought the brownstone four years ago, after my parents passed away, the first room I re-did was the kitchen. I’d added two built-in ovens in addition to the stainless steel gas range that flanked the back wall, and ample counter space, with an island in the middle of the room to ensure I had plenty of space to work.

I sat down
again on the stool at the breakfast bar, which was conveniently located on the island, and began to look at the paperwork. The first couple of pages were simple questions; age, height, weight, hobbies, interests, and questions about sexual experiences. Anal? Oral? Bondage? Soft limits, hard limits? All routine questions, which I answered with ease. I wanted anal, wasn’t opposed to receiving or giving oral. Bondage was a definite, as were certain aspects of what they called impact play. I had researched the lifestyle before I had gained the confidence to apply to Devoured. I have always been one to beat a subject to death, so to say; learn and research it before making a decision. The more and more I dove into the information, the more I wanted it. I’d had small fantasies during college, yet didn’t realize what I wanted was called BDSM.

I cont
inued reading over the survey.
What is your ultimate fantasy
?
Explain your desires? What is most attractive to you as you enter into this lifestyle? What are you looking for in a Dom/play partner?

These were all questions that I
’d had a feeling I would be asked. I didn’t know if I could explain my desires. My entire sexual experiences had always left me feeling unfulfilled and wanting more. Because of the one serious relationship I had in college, I had sworn off all intimate relationships. They weren’t worth the hassle. Most nights it was just me and my battery operated boyfriend, and that was only if I was out of the bakery at a decent hour.

I continued through the packet until I reached the last pa
ge, titled “Rules of Training.”
Great, this must be the page Marcus referred to. Okay, number one is….

All trainees must be completely bare within the pubic area. Shaved or waxed, although the smoother the better.

HOLY SHIT!
I’d been one to keep that spot trimmed and tight, but to completely shave or wax it....what the hell?
Okay,
I thought to myself as I took another breath.
I guess I’ll schedule a waxing.

All trainees will refer to the training Dom as Sir or Master Marcus. Devoured’s Master Dominants will be referred to as Master or Mistress and their respective names. All other Dominants will be referred to as Sir or Ma’am.

While in the club and during training sessions, trainees will either be naked, or wear what is instructed by the training Dom.

Trainees will report to training sessions and individual sessions as deemed necessary.

Trainees are expected to follow club protocol and rules (these will be discussed during the first session).

Submissive training will be at the discretion of the training Dom, and in accordance with the survey.

Safety is the primary concern of all parties involved. Devoured is a Safe, Sane and Consensual establishment.

WOW!
My hands were trembling as I thought about being completely naked in front of Marcus and other men that I didn’t even know, but wasn’t that part of the allure? Part of me wanted no part of leading any sexual experience. I wanted to be completely submissive, and not have to worry about being pleased. Putting the questionnaire away, I walked into my bedroom, hoping that some sleep might give me a new perspective on the situation.

Chapter 3-Marcus

It had only been a couple of days since the interview with Emma, and my mind had not been able to focus on anything else. I just couldn’t get her out of my thoughts. I had interviewed a few more potential subs, including a young college male who Lucas had insisted we bring into the training program. It wasn’t that I had any reservations about the boy; I just didn’t want to have too many new recruits in the program. I wanted to make sure that I could spend enough time training each of them. I decided to organize one group session on the weekend nights, and then individual sessions based upon each trainee’s schedule.

I had been working on some paperwork in the office when Lucas and Chloe came in.

“Good afternoon, Master Marcus.” I heard Chloe’s soft feminine voice as I looked up from the desk.

“Good afternoon, love.” Chloe
took a seat on the leather sofa that was directly across from my desk. “You look lovely today. How are you holding up?”

“I’m hanging in there.
Between teaching, the trial and Lucas, I’m quite tired,” she responded, shifting on the couch so that she was able to face both of us. Lucas had quickly changed and sat down at his desk.

I laughed and looked towards Lucas
. “Yeah, Lucas can be quite demanding.”

Lucas shot me a look that would have killed a fly
. “Let’s not swap battle stories there Marcus. How is everything going?”

I sat back in my chair and turned to face
him. “Everything is good. We have the first training session this Saturday night; and I have added two more trainees to the program. We are currently sitting at five. I believe that is enough for now.”

Lucas nodded in agreement
. “Five is a decent number for you to handle. Let Devlin or Drew know if you need any help.”

“Of course
, boss.” I turned back towards Chloe. She was now lying on the couch with her eyes closed. She looked exhausted, but seemed to be doing better these days. The past three months had taken their toll on her. After losing the baby roughly four months ago, Chloe had been dealing with recovery, teaching and now, a trial. It had only been seven weeks since Devlin and I had been able to grab the footage from the parking garage, and nail that bastard of an ex-boyfriend for what he had done to her; after we had had some fun with him first. Lucas insisted that Chloe press charges months earlier, and make the asshole pay for what he had done to her and the baby, but she felt there was no concrete evidence. The trial was definitely taking a lot out of her.

The
trial had begun only about a week or so ago
;
a quick turn-around for the legal system. And being that Sean, Chloe’s ex, was the son of a Massachusetts District Attorney, and Lucas was well, Lucas Walker-BDSM club owner, the trial was interesting to the masses.

I was glad to s
ee Chloe happy again. She and Lucas were still working on her trust issues, but she’d been hanging around the club more often, and was becoming a mentor to the new subs. She’d also been blossoming in her own journey – impact play and rope bondage had become some of her favorites. I still enjoyed helping Lucas out with her rope sessions now and then.

I turned to talk to Lucas. He was sitting at his desk, dressed in his usual black leathers and black t-shirt. It was what most of the Masters wore while in the club, along with their armbands that signified their status as experienced Doms.

“Who’s covering the floor tonight?” I asked him, before turning back to the paperwork I was working on.

“Drew, Bryan, Cole and Dominic are on for the night. Devlin and Mac have security
, and Seth is bartending.” His voice was curt, as it usually was when he was at the club.

“Good. I just finished looking over the paperwork for the new trainees. I’m going to head out now,” I responded while gathering the paperwork into a pile and placing it in
to a bin on the edge of my desk.

“Have a good night
, man. Any plans?” Lucas said as he looked up from the desk.

“Nah
! Just going to head home, grab some food later tonight.” I walked over to the couch where Chloe was laying down. She had opened her eyes and was looking up at me. The hazel color of her eyes struck my heart. They were still filled with pain and hurt, and I felt protective toward her, like a sister more than a sub.

Bending down, I placed a kiss on her forehead, knowing Lucas wo
uldn’t have an issue with that. The closer you were to Lucas, the more you felt like family instead of friends. And Lucas had been my family as long as I could remember. “Good bye love, have a good night.”

“Good night,
sir. You, too.” She returned the kiss with a quick hug and lay back down. I looked at Lucas. “Be easy on her. She seems exhausted.”

Lucas’s eyes met mine in a quick motion
and gave me a look; one that, after years of knowing him, warned me not to continue. “Don’t worry about her. I always have her best interests and health in mind.”

“I know you do
, Lucas, but we all worry about her.” I moved toward the door and he looked at me.

“I know you do.
I’m sorry.” Lucas nodded his apology, and I nodded back.

“No big deal, my friend. Have a good night.”

“Marcus?” The question in Lucas’s voice caused me to stop.

“Yeah
?”

“Caleb will be here this week. Thought you would like to know.” Lucas was looking at me for my reaction.
I hadn’t seen Caleb in about two years, after he and I had engaged in a heated fight. Last I heard, he had gotten married and was doing well.

“Really? A visit or longer?” I replied with curiosity.

“A vacation, so he stated. Getting a divorce and needed some time away. I invited him to the club to hang out.”

“Divorce
? Well, at least the gold digging bitch is gone. Can’t wait to see him and catch up. Thanks for letting me know.”

“No problem. Have a good night.
”

“You too, Luc.”

I quickly changed into jeans and left the club through the employee entrance at the back, and headed to my SUV. I began to drive, heading in the vicinity of my condo, but, for some reason, I couldn’t stop thinking about Emma. The girl had gotten under my skin already, and though I hardly knew her, a part of me was wondering what she was doing or if she was at work.

I took a left off the exit
from the highway and made my way towards Quincy Market. If anything, I could walk by her storefront and peak in. For a controlled Dom, this girl had me all fucked up and turned on. Training her might be an issue, but I knew I wasn’t going to let anyone else train her.

I pulled into a commuter parking garage not too far from the market. I figured I
would grab dinner while I was there. There was a great Mexican joint about a block from the market. Walking towards the main concourse, I stopped to look at the directory of shops, trying to locate her store.
Fuck, I didn’t even know what her bakery was called.
I scanned the list of shops and dining and came across three bakery type stores; Malorie’s, The Sweet Spot and Elaine’s Bread.
Well, I don’t think she makes bread.
The other two were in the same concourse, but at opposite ends. I vaguely remembered her background check mentioning her name as Emma Malorie O’Conner, so I decided to check that one out first, and headed to the opposite end of the market.

The store front was nice
, with large picture windows that showcased the interior, which was decorated in a shabby chic theme. One wall was made up of built-in bookcases that held some of her items that did not need refrigeration. Small round white tables lined the floor immediately in front of the bookcases and the front left window.

To the right side of the shop, the walls were decorated in a teal colored barn board
, and had nostalgic photos of bakery items hung from them. The counter space led into four refrigerated coolers that held pies, cupcakes and other baked goods.

Behind the counter was a galley window that opened into the kitchen. I paused outside the door, knowing I wasn’t going to go in. I was just hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I saw a short
woman with blonde hair working the front counter assisting customers, and, as I peeked into the galley window, I saw Emma.

She
was wearing jeans that hugged her ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had on a gray t-shirt and a large apron. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail, and she had flour on her face
. The girl looked amazing, even covered in flour
. My mind strayed, imagining fucking her on the stainless steel counter she was currently mixing something on. I would have to make it a point to fuck her on that counter.
Jesus, what the fuck was wrong with me? I never let a woman or sub get to me like she’s getting to me. Fuck it. I’m not a pussy.
I needed to train her. She was my responsibility, not my personal play toy, even if my dick didn’t agree. Yet, the thought of making her mine had crossed my mind a few times since meeting her. I still couldn’t pinpoint the why of it, but it was there, the chemistry. Something I hadn’t felt in a long time.

I turned away from the bakery and headed to the Mexican restaurant to grab my dinner.
I needed to go home and try to not think about Emma. It didn’t matter that my emotions were fucking with my mind. I needed to make sure that I didn’t cross that line. She was a trainee, and I was her training Dom. That was it.