Authors: Lorelei James
“Let’s head back to the main room so we can talk.”
She trembled when his warm, insistent lips followed the slope of her shoulder as he helped her put on her robe.
His huskily whispered, “I like the way you tremble in my arms,” only caused her to tremble harder.
They’d exited the room and reached the end of the hallway, when the owner shouted, “Bennett! There’s a malfunction with the pulley system in room nine. I need your help.”
Bennett sighed. “I’ll meet you as soon as I’m done, okay?”
Ainsley strolled into the crowded main room, feeling out of place. Her little bit of confidence evaporated. Too many people surrounded her. Too much had happened in such a short amount of time. She needed to clear her head and she couldn’t do it here.
Without saying goodbye to anyone, she slipped into the night.
Chapter Five
Ben couldn’t believe Angel had snuck out of the club last night.
Yes, you can. And you don’t expect to see her tonight either.
That would suck.
After he didn’t find her cooling her heels in the bar area, he scoured the entire club for her. Layla had sworn she hadn’t seen Angel leave. When he pressed for more information, Murphy stepped in, reminding him of the club rules. He’d managed not to snap,
fuck the club rules
, which would’ve gotten him thrown out on his ass and banned for the weekend.
He’d nursed a beer, watching dispassionately as two of his sometime playmates ended up with Trace and Riley. Then he’d headed to Cody’s place and crashed.
Ben figured it made him a fool, waving off a constant stream of subs tonight, as he waited for Angel to show up. The woman flat out fascinated him. Her boldness in lying about her Domme designation. Her wide-eyed reaction to the scenes she’d witnessed. Followed by her moments of true Domme-like behavior. The way she jacked him off and made him clean himself up. Her insistence he put his clothes back on when he so obviously wanted to fuck her.
But what really tripped him over the edge for her? Her genuine surprise at her body’s response to him. Allowing her to believe she’d been in control last night told him exactly what he’d suspected: she was submissive to the core.
She’d be a challenge. Ben couldn’t remember the last time he’d been challenged by a woman, inside or outside the club. His last three regular playmates hadn’t posed any challenge.
Zoe had been a trial.
Ali had been too eager to please, a lifestyle sub in training.
Lorena had needed submission as therapy; they’d mostly talked.
He considered his one-nighters a fun way to pass the evening. A little bondage, a little practice with his toys, a chance to hone his skills with a whip, flogger, cane and crop.
Talk about clinical. And cynical. Now he remembered why he’d stayed away from the Rawhide in the last month. He needed to shake off his attitude. But if Angel didn’t show up tonight, he wouldn’t stick around.
Ben looked around the room at the tables of couples, some already in play roles, some still negotiating. Sully, sans his usual lawyerly suit, was propped against the wall in overseer mode. Neither Cody nor Trace was around. Gil was behind the bar.
His gaze scanned the crowd. He froze when he spotted Angel, watching him from a corner table. How long had she been there?
She studied him for several long minutes. Then she stood, gracefully slipping from her chair. She started across the room. Stopped halfway. The distance between them seemed to increase with his every heartbeat.
It was damn difficult not to swoop her up and carry her off, but he waited for her to come to him.
He didn’t bother to hide his grin when she threw back her shoulders, lifted her chin and strode forward.
Good girl. See? That wasn’t so hard.
Angel slid into the seat across from his. “Hello, Bennett.”
“You came.”
Smooth, McKay
.
“I said I would. I’ve been here awhile. Watching you.”
“See anything interesting?”
She cocked her head. “Besides the dozen women who approached you? I was waiting for one of them to drop down and lick your boots.”
“Wouldn’t have mattered if one of them had.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m not interested in anyone but you.”
Tension thickened the air.
How was it possible she was more alluring than he’d remembered? She’d donned the wig again, but her make-up wasn’t as severe. Her facial structure was a study in contrasts, wide angular lines that emphasized her dainty feminine features. Apple cheeks, big hazel eyes framed by long, dark lashes, an upturned nose. She looked soft and angelic, except for her mouth. Goddamn those pillowy lips were made for nights of red-hot sin.
“You skipped out last night.” Ben placed his hand over hers to stop her nervous finger tapping. “But you’re here now and that’s all that matters.”
“I don’t have the foggiest idea what that means.”
It means you’re mine tonight.
She squirmed as if he’d said those words aloud.
He kissed her palm. “It means you and I are about to swap bracelets.”
Those bewitching hazel eyes widened.
“Don’t look so surprised. That’s why you came back, isn’t it? You’re curious about how it’ll be with me.”
“And scared,” she added softly.
He stilled. “You’re scared of me?”
“A little. I’m more scared of my reaction to you. You’re just so…different from any man I’ve ever been with. I mean, look at you.” She touched him then, without conscious thought.
He studied her eyes as the tips of her fingers explored his face. Gently sweeping over his cheekbones. Tracing his jaw from the bottom of his earlobe to the dent in his chin. Innocent caresses that instantly gave him a hard-on.
“Such a stern look on such a handsome face,” she murmured as her thumb outlined his lower lip. “I prefer your heart-stopping smiles to your scowls. But I imagine I won’t see many smiles from you tonight, will I?”
Lightning fast, Ben trapped her face between his hands. “You’ll see plenty of smiles from me tonight.” He pressed his mouth to hers, letting the kiss linger, but not taking it deeper.
A delicate shiver rippled through her. When she attempted to retreat, he let her.
“It’s time.” He removed the white bracelet and slid it across the table.
She removed the gold bracelet and exchanged it for the white one.
“Now. Let’s talk about hard limits,” he said.
“No other players.”
“Understood.”
“No public scenes between us.”
That put a kink in his kinky plans. “You’re sure?”
“I’m positive.”
“How do you know you won’t like it until you’ve tried it?” he countered.
She shook her head. “That’s a hard limit. No exceptions.”
“Fine. What else?”
“No anal.”
“Have you ever experimented with it?”
Two bright pink spots appeared on her cheekbones. “No. And I don’t want to start tonight.”
“Okay. What about bondage?”
“Yes, because I assume you know what you’re doing with ropes and such?”
“I’ve had a few years of practice. Anything else?”
“No. But if something you’re doing makes me uncomfortable…”
“Use your safe word and I’ll stop immediately. But keep in mind it’s not for casual use.”
“Gotcha.”
“The public club safe word is red. You should have a personal one too. So what is yours?”
Her nose wrinkled. “Broncos.”
“Why?”
“I hate that team.”
Ben grinned. “Guess you and I won’t be watchin’ football together any time soon, since that’s my favorite team.”
She didn’t crack a smile. She fidgeted as if debating something.
“Ask me the question.”
Her startled eyes zoomed to his. “How did you know what I was thinking? Oh right. This isn’t your first rodeo, is it, cowboy?”
“Nope.”
“What if I don’t meet your expectations?”
Like that’d ever happen. “My list of expectations is short. One, complete honesty between us at all times. Two, keep an open mind because I’ll push you more than you’ll expect. Three, you don’t just up and leave when we’re done. We
will
talk about everything that goes on between us tonight and how you feel about it. Especially important this first time.” He threaded his fingers through hers. “Much of what happens between a dominant and a submissive is psychological, not just physical. I need to know you ain’t gonna bail on me the second I undo your restraints.”
“I won’t run out. I promise.”
“Good. Now, would you like a drink?”
“Yes, please. Bombay Sapphire and tonic.”
“I’ll be right back.”
“Don’t they have waitstaff?”
“No. Keeps interruptions to a minimum. If members want a drink they can get it themselves.”
Gil already had a bottle of Ben’s brand of beer out when he approached the bar. “What does the lady want?”
Ben told him and waited, taking a sip from his beer. When Gil returned, Ben asked, “What time are Murphy and Layla doin’ their thing?”
“Any minute now. Same place they always use.”
“Thanks.” Ben wondered if he should tell her about the scene. Could Angel handle seeing her friend publicly whipped and fucked? He took the chair beside her.
She said, “What’s wrong?”
“That.” He pointed at her drink. “You know that stuff looks like watered down glass cleaner, right?”
“Doesn’t taste like it.” She sipped. “If the honesty thing applies to you, tell me what’s put that wrinkle in your brow?”
Astute little sub. “Murphy and Layla are doin’ a public scene.”
“That’s not normal for them?”
“No. Some couples give up exhibitionism once they’re in a committed relationship.”
“So why are they doing this?”
“Layla got herself into a bit of trouble last night.”
Her eyes widened. “Is it because of me?”
“In a way. Layla never should’ve lied to Murphy to get you into the club. It was her choice, so she has to deal with the consequences. Their scene will be about punishment.”
She paled. “Seriously?”
“Yeah. So we can stay here until it’s over. Or we can go find a room right now.”
“You suggesting I hide? Even though it’s partially my fault she’s being subjected to punishment?”
“It’s not your fault. Layla isn’t a novice to the lifestyle, Angel. You are.”
“Will it be bad?”
“I swear to you Murphy won’t hurt her beyond what she can handle. But the whole point is to remind her of her submissive, not subversive, role in his life.”
Determination flitted through her eyes. She drained her drink. “I want to watch.”
Brave girl. “Just as long as you understand you cannot interfere. Period.”
“I won’t.”
Ben left his unfinished beer on the table. Clasping her hand, he led her through the crowd, taking a left at the hallway.
Two dozen people were in front of the medieval room. He nudged her to a space in the middle of the crowd, wrapping his arms around her upper body, unsure if he meant to hold her up or hold her back.
She gasped softly, seeing Layla in chains, arms above her head, a spreader bar keeping her legs apart. Her naked back faced the audience. Murphy wielded a single tail whip.
Layla stuttered, “F-fourteen, Sir.”
Welts decorated Layla’s back. Murphy didn’t move as he cracked the whip again; the tip scored the tender skin on her left side.
Angel jumped and Ben held tight. “This part is almost done,” he murmured. “Murphy never does more than twenty strikes.”
Layla counted, her voice staying strong. But Murphy didn’t look happy when he leveled the final blow. He put the whip aside and stood in front of his submissive, forcing her to meet his gaze as he unhooked the manacles from her wrists. Then he nodded at Sully, who rolled a pommel up front.
Layla said something to Murphy and he snapped, “That earned you another ten.” He hoisted her off the floor, placing her torso on the modified pommel horse. Her head and arms dangled on the opposite side, which left her ass sticking up in the air. With her legs spread by the bar, her pussy and her anus were totally exposed to all who watched the scene.
Murphy restrained Layla’s arms and snagged a paddle off the cart. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, raising her head. “Twenty swats. You will count them down from twenty. And if I’m not convinced you’ve learned your lesson, I will add twenty more from the cane. Are we clear?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He moved behind her. He swung, the paddle connected with her skin, high on her left butt cheek.
“Twenty. Thank you, Sir.”