Maggie's Desire (11 page)

The look of rapture on his face had tears burning Maggie's eyes. Last night when they talked, she thought they'd come to an understanding—apparently not.

She watched Julie mark his body in silence. Maggie had spent hours training with the other woman. She knew Julie liked to demand things from her subs. In her sessions, both the Domme and the sub were vocal. The scene in front of her wasn't either.

They must do this all the time. For the life of her, she couldn't remember seeing Brian's name on the books and she sure as hell didn't know they had sessions with each other. Maggie warred with the decision to leave or demand an explanation. She stood there watching, her body frozen in place.

At a closer look, Maggie noticed Julie had welts marking her skin that the tight leather cat suit didn't cover.
What the fuck?

Tears streaked down her face
and pain filled her chest.
Is this how Brian felt, seeing me with Nick?

The room went quiet. Julie strolled to the switch on the wall and pressed it. The pulley creaked to life and lifted Brian so he was vertical.

No, what she saw now was sexy, but not sexual. It seemed that Julie was relieving Brian of a burden, as if a therapist would a client. Julie always said that being a paid Dominatrix was like being a shrink, and for the most part, Maggie agreed.

She'd seen Julie with clients being dominated and doing the dominating, and it never looked as intimate as it did right now. She knew that for Julie, this was a job—but it didn't seem like one now.

Julie uncoiled her whip and flicked her wrist. It cut through the air with a hiss. Brian shuddered when it missed him. "Please, Mistress."

"I didn't tell you to talk." She wielded the whip high in the air and brought it down. The sound of the tip hitting the floor echoed throughout the room.

Brian tossed his head back and forth in aggravation.

"Why do you want to feel the kiss of my whip?" Julie asked as she traced the whip's handle down his spine.

His body convulsed and Maggie leaned in to hear his answer.

"I need to pay for my mistake."

Maggie's legs went weak.
Was sleeping with me a mistake?
What a fool she was. Here she thought they'd come to an understanding, and all the while, Brian thought she was a mistake.

She couldn't watch any more. Maggie turned to leave and banged into the doorframe. "Shit." A sob ripped from her chest as she ran.

The click clack of Julie's boots followed her. "Maggie, wait."

How could she be so stupid? Swiping at the tears blurring her vision, she finally made it back to the bar.

She spotted Logan walk in the front door. He rushed to her and scooped her into his chest. "What happened?"

She clawed at him, not able to form words.

Julie skidded to a stop in front of them. "Maggie, it's not what it looks like."

She buried her face into Logan's chest, wanting to disappear into him.

"What the fuck is going on?" Logan asked.

Julie sighed. "She saw me in a session with Brian."

"Oh, I see." Logan caressed a comforting hand down her back. "You go back to Brian," he said to Julie. "I'll talk to Maggie and bring her to you when she's ready."

"Like hell you will," she gritted out. The last thing she wanted was to talk about the betrayals she'd just witnessed.

Logan set Maggie down on the bar and smoothed her hair from her face. "What happened?"

She whipped the back of her hand under her nose. "I know I shouldn't have watched Julie in a session without her permission. I couldn't help it." She hiccupped. "Last night Brian and I came to an understanding and apparently he thinks it was a mistake."

Logan brushed away a tear with his thumb. "Okay, you're going to have to spell it out for me."

She took in a ragged breath and gazed into Logan's bright blue eyes. "Brian and I fucked and we decided we would try to figure out where our relationship was heading."

"And, I am to assume that you didn't think it would lead to a session with Julie?"

Men are such dumbasses.
"I just figured since I'm in training that we would play with each other. I didn't know he had sessions with Julie."

Logan walked around the bar and poured her some water. "I know Brian has been seeing Julie off the books for years." He handed her the glass. "Drink this."

Maggie took the water and guzzled it. "Why didn't Julie tell me they were seeing each other?" She slammed the glass down on the bar. "Why would she be so supportive of Brian and I getting together if she was with him?"

"Whoa," Logan said, waving his hands. "Brian and Julie are not in a relationship. Julie provides a service to Brian."

She couldn't take any more of this shit. "Whatever. I need to get out of here."

Logan grabbed her arm and held Maggie in place. "Don't you think you should ask what was going on?"

"Fuck them."

Logan let her go. His handsome face filled with understanding. "Have you ever known Julie to have a fling with one of her clients?"

Julie had one rule when it came to being a paid Domme. You don't fuck your clients. Maggie sighed. "No."

Logan swiped a tear from her cheek. "Don't you feel you should at least talk to them and see what was going on?"

"I know what I saw."

Logan shoved his hands into his pockets. "Tell me."

Pain ripped at her heart. "I saw Brian tell Julie being with me was a mistake."

"Was that really what he said?"

She squeezed her eyes shut. "It might as well have been."

He cupped her cheek. "Tell me his exact words."

Maggie sucked in a deep breath and told Logan what she heard and saw.

"You need to go talk to them." Logan lifted her in a hug and kissed her on the top of the head. "Go."

If Logan wanted her to talk to them, she would. Maggie scrubbed her hands over her face and went back to the dungeon.

She stopped at the doorway. Brian sat fully clothed on the silk-lined table with his head in his hands. Julie methodically picked up the room.

She dropped the whip she held and hurried to her. "Maggie, I'm so glad you decided to talk to us."

Brian's head flew up and his gaze met hers. Maggie forced herself to keep her eyes focused on Julie. "So, talk."

Julie's eyebrow arched. "I think this is something the two of you need to talk about."

Maggie's stomach clenched. "I'm a mistake."

"No!" Brian stood. "I'm sorry you heard that."

"But, not sorry you said it?"

He shook his head. "No."

His words felt like a punch to her chest. "I see."

He moved to her and stopped when Maggie backed up a step. "No, you don't," he said. Brian shoved his hands in his pockets. "I have been a client of Mistress Julie ever since I joined the club. I use her as a therapy of sorts."

"That's fucked up."

Julie stepped forward. "It's no more fucked up than a rape victim taking a job in a sex club and learning how to be a switch so she can feel in control."

Maggie didn't feel in control now. She shrugged. "Whatever."

"For the longest time I felt numb," Brian said. "The only way I could feel anything was if Julie was causing me pain. She broke down the walls I put up after Amy's accident."

The more she listened the harder it was to stay mad. Holding on to the last little bit of mad she had, she asked, "Why am I a mistake?"

"You are not a mistake. The mistake was letting someone touch and take what was mine."

The words of possession turned her on and pissed her off at the same time. "I'm not yours. I'm mine."

He took a tentative step forward. "Fair enough."

"Oh, for fuck sake," Julie said, throwing up her arms.

"Will you two jackass's stop playing the word game." Julie pointed to Brian and looked at Maggie. "What jackass number one it trying to say is he felt bad about letting Nick take what you offered to him first." Then she pointed to Maggie and looked at Brian. "And what jackass number two is trying to say is that she's hurt that you didn't trust her to give you what you needed."

Julie fisted her hands on her hips. "Maggie is more than capable of doing sessions with you." She picked up a riding crop and handed it to Maggie, then smiled.

Brian grinned and eyed Maggie. "Julie has a way with words."

Her heart slipped into her throat as loved filled her. She knew they had a long way to go, but she would give it all she had. Maggie slapped the riding crop on her palm. "Yes, she does."

His pupils dilated and he shivered. "What do you say you make me atone for the cluster fuck I made of this."

Julie slid out of the room and closed the door.

She smiled as the last remnants of hurt fluttered away. "I have been known to show no mercy. Are you sure you're up for it?"

He scooped her into his arms. "Bring it on."

She wiggled out of his embrace. "Get undressed and lean over the spanking bench."

His face sobered and his eyes glinted with challenge. "Yes, Mistress."

The title thrilled her. This powerful man was going to submit to her. Maggie's insides quivered with excitement. She watched Brian strip and ready himself over the bench.

She undressed, picked up the whip from the table, and stood in front of Brian. "To have a man like you, all strong and built in front of me is my deepest desire."

Brian's dick grew hard. "I'm glad I can fulfill your needs."

Maggie's nipples pebbled. "What's your safe word?'

"Desire."

She moved behind him and started to mark his back with the whip. With every new welt decorating his hard body, he moaned and arched into the sting of the whip.

Sweat poured from her, making the whip slip in her hands. Something inside her opened. All the old pain evaporated, tears stung her eyes. She crisscrossed his legs. Feelings of power surged through her. Having a man let her do this to him empowered her. She knew if he wanted, he could easily turn the tables, but he didn't and that made her fall for him more.

Brian moaned, bringing her back. She tossed down the whip and moved to him. Maggie gently kissed every mark from his shoulder blades to his ankles. She swallowed the emotion in her throat. She stepped in front of him and helped him stand.

His eyes shown with tears and for a moment, she thought she'd gone too far.

"Thank you, Mistress." Brian knelt in front of Maggie and buried his head against her pelvis.

Fresh longing pooled between her legs and she moaned.

"Please, Mistress, can I have a taste?"

The deep satisfaction marring his handsome face filled her heart. She spread her legs. "Just a little taste."

Brain smiled up at her. "Thank you, Mistress." He leaned in and lapped at her pussy.

She bit back a moan and let the desire wash over her. Digging her hands in his hair, she tugged his mouth away and gazed down at him. The sight of her pleasure glistering around his mouth and on his chin had fresh longing erupting inside her. "Stand up," she demanded, her voice shaking. "And lean against the wall." Maggie pointed. "Grab the bar over your head."

"Yes, Mistress." Brian stood, walked to the wall, and gripped the bar over his head.

Brian trembled and his cock bobbed. Maggie had never seen anything so sexy. "Tell me, Brian. Did you get this turned on with Mistress Julie?"

She knew there was no place for jealousy here, but the ache in her chest wouldn't go away.

His eyes sharpened and he cleared his throat. "No. What Julie and I did was not sexual. She relieved me of guilt and helped me to feel again."

Maggie didn't know why it bothered her so much. She herself had been in sessions with Julie and found it therapeutic, not sexual in the least. If she was honest with herself, those sessions were the main reason she could put the past behind her.

Julie had given her the strength to take her life back. The unease that had settled inside her soul lifted. Power infused her and the need to please her sub overtook Maggie.

Picking up the crop, she walked over to him and traced it down Brian's chest. "What do you want, Brian?"

Goose bumps dotted his skin. "I want to touch you. I want to shove my cock inside your mouth and fuck it. I want to take that crop and line your ass. I want what we have to be a partnership like what we talked about last night."

"What about Julie?"

His arms flexed. "What you walked in on was our last session."

Her stomach trembled. "It was?"

"Yes," he said, annoyance tinting his voice. "When I walked in this morning and told her about us, she said that she could no longer provide her services to me and that you were the perfect switch for me—and if I fucked it up, she would ban me from the club."

Love for her friend filled her and washed away the last remnants of her doubt. She moved to Brian, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "I'm calling an end to our session."

He let his hands drop, gripped her hips, and lifted her. "What do you say we go try out the water room?"

"Only if you fulfill all my desires."

He nipped her neck. "I thought you would never ask."

The End

About the Author

By day, Heidi Lynn Anderson is a wife, mother, and owner of a small Green-Cleaning company. By night, she spins erotic tales featuring hunky heroes and the women they love. When not working or writing, Heidi likes spending time with her husband and son, doing what Florida has to offer. Visit Heidi at
www.heidilynnanderson.com

Website

www.heidilynnanderson.com

Facebook

https://www.facebook.com/heidilynnanderson1

Twitter

https://twitter.com/SteamywriterHLA

Email

[email protected]