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Authors: Elizabeth Veatch,Crystal Smith

Rough Ryder (3 page)

    
              “So, what do you think so far?”  Amber’s eyes were wide with excitement.

     
              “I think I’m moving in.”  Peggy laughed.

     
              “I want, Master Ron.”  Lisa cooed waving the hand as a fan.

     
              “That’s interesting.”  A deep voice from behind spoke.  Master Ron.  Not one of the women turned around.  “You have the privilege of knowing my name.  What is yours?”

    
              “Lisa.”  Her own name stuttered out of her mouth. 

    
              “Lisa, what?”

    
              “Lisa Owens.”  Trinket could feel Lisa’s body shake next to her.

     
              His rumble of laughter filled the air, easing the tension from Trinket and Amber. 

“Lisa, Sir or Lisa
, Master Ron are the appropriate answers.”

    
              “Yes, Sir.”  Lisa whispered.

    
              Trinket glanced over at Amber who apparently was finding this rather amusing.  She watched as Amber fought to maintain silence.

    
              “Would you like me to show you around Lisa?”  His voice had moved closer.

    
              “Yes, Sir.”  Again she whispered.

    
              “I choose to have my subs look at me.”  Lisa slowly turned looking into his blues.

    
              “Catcha later, girls.”  With that said, she slid off her bar stool.  Trinket watched as Master Ron slid his hand around Lisa’s waist, leading her away.

    
              The women broke out in laughter.  “She’s really in for it with, Master Ron.  Don’t worry girls, he’ll go easy on her tonight.”

    
              “So… is this what it is like?  We just sit and wait.”  Trinket could tell Peggy was ready to go the minute Peggy spoke.

     
              “Yep, pretty much.  It usually doesn’t take long.  Do you guys want to go look around?”

    
              “Sure, why not.”  The sooner the night was over, the better.  Trinket thought.

   
              The women walked around looking at different pieces of equipment.  “That is a St. Andrew’s cross.  I think out of all the different ways to be bound, that is my favorite.  Something about that wood, the smell, I love it.”  Trinket watched as Amber looked at the cross, it was as if Amber admired it, longed for it, wanted it.

    
              Trinket understood the look.  Trinket longed for something else.  Something that she had kept buried for so long.  Something that would only happen in her dreams.  Something that hadn’t happened since she moved. 

    
              She quickly shook her thoughts.  She wasn’t going back to that.  She turned her attention back to Amber as she sighed before moving on to the next area.

    
              “This area is for punishment, discipline, and pleasure.”  The device was made of a smooth, dark colored wood.  It sloped at a steep angle.  Trinket looked at it wondering what could be so pleasurable about it.  Punishment, yes, she understood how uncomfortable it must be. 

    
              They began to move on to the next when Amber suddenly stopped, turning to look at Trinket, excitement in her eyes.  Then Amber turned her attention to, Peggy.  “Follow me Girls.”  Trinket didn’t know what Amber had up her sleeves but she knew it was something.

    
              They walked over to the corner, where Trinket noticed Master J talking with another man.  Just as before, Amber dropped her gaze to the floor.  “Sir, may I talk with you a moment?”

    
              “Yes, Pet.  Excuse me for a moment, Master Dustin.”

    
              As Master J and Amber walked a few feet away, Trinket turned back to Peggy.  Peggy stood there with her fingers locked in front of her, head tilted down. 

    
              “What are you doing?”  Trinket whispered to Peggy.

    
              “I don’t know.  I can’t look at him.”

    
              “Look at whom?”  Trinket turned looking around and sure enough, Master Dustin was looking Peggy over.  There was a small smile on his face that told Trinket, she was going to be alone tonight.

    
              “Oh.”  Trinket looked back to Amber who was now coming back.  “Master Dustin, this is Peggy.  Peggy, Master Dustin.”

    
              “Pleasure is all mine.  Peggy, shall we?”  Master Dustin asked. 

    
              Trinket almost laughed as she saw the flush come over Peggy. 

“Yes, Sir.”
  Peggy tilted her head towards Trinket, winking before walking the five steps to Master Dustin.

    
              “Trinket, shall we.”  Amber laughed sticking her arm out for Trinket to take it. 

Trinket gave her a 'sure why not look' and with a shrug of her shoulders
, she took Ambers arm and laughed.

     
              Amber led them to a booth.  They sat there, quietly.  Trinket looked around at all the appearing couples walking around.  The most confusing to her were those of the collars attached to a lead being held by that of a Dom.  Leading his sub around the club.  To Trinket it was degrading.  But then when the Dom would look at his sub, the look in his eyes was that of respect, cherishing, and loyalty.  Again, she didn’t understand this, but then it wasn’t exactly her life to understand.

    
              When Master J came to retrieve Amber, that left Trinket sitting there alone.  She had finished her long island, and quickly made her way back to the bar.  Again, she ordered the same.  She sat there with her back to the crowd.  She didn’t want to see anymore.  This just wasn’t her type of scene.

    
              She stood, walking towards the room where she had left her coat.  Opening the door, she quickly spotted it.  She shrugged it on, tying the belt snug.  She turned back to the door and went to leave, but for whatever reason the door would not open.

     
              “Great.  Way to go Trinket.”  She scolded herself.  She walked over to the other door.  The one that Master Ron had used to enter.  The knob turned, the door opened, into a dark hall.  The only light to be seen was that of what looked like a small window in the multiple doors on both sides of the hall.

    
              Slowly, she made her way to the first window.  She took a glimpse inside and then quickly looked away.  She couldn’t believe her eyes, but then she had to see more.  Looking back into the room, there was a woman, completely naked, spread eagle, and secured by chains hooked to the ceiling and floor.

    
              The woman’s back faced the door.  The red, raised, stripes across the woman’s flesh made Trinket cringe.  Quickly, she turned her head away.  She began to feel terrified.  She couldn’t watch a woman being abused.  Whether she asked for it or not. 

    
              Her feet began moving her down the long hall.  She didn’t look into any window she passed after seeing in the first.  The sudden scream from a room made her stop.  Tears burned her eyes.  Her heart began beating faster.  She began to run.  She had to get out of there.  She couldn’t be there any longer.

    
              Reaching the corner, she quickly turned running into a wall.  A tall wall of muscle.  She froze.  The wall turned around giving her the first glimpse.

    
              Trinket’s mouth dropped open.  Her breathing immediately began to calm.  Her heart beat fell in perfect normal rhythm.

Startling
deep, dark, brown eyes stared back at hers.  She couldn’t look away.  There was something about those eyes that drew her to them.  They seemed so warm and familiar. 

    
              “What are you doing back here?”  The voice spoke to her.

    
              “I…I got lost.”  Her eyes trailed down to his mouth.  A thin flat line showed he was irritated, but she didn’t care.  She was completely hypnotized.  Short dark hair, darkly tanned skin, and a slight hint of a five o’clock shadow.  Her eyes roamed further down his chest.  The black t-shirt he wore fit snug against the muscle that bulged against the fabric. 

    
              “How did you get lost?  You are not allowed to be back here unless you are being escorted.”  His eyes pierced through her, like he was attempting to break her spirit, which only irritated Trinket.

    
              “I went to get my coat to leave, and the door wouldn’t open.  This was the only door that would.”  Her gaze returned to his eyes.

    
              “Well, that explains a lot then.  This way.”  He walked around her, leading her back down the hall she had just been running down.  “There is a small latch on the knob of the door.  You must have inadvertently flipped it when you went in.”

    
              “Oh.” She stared at his broad back, scanning her eyes down and up.  The black leather pants he wore fit his buttocks like a glove.  She could see the muscles in his ass and legs flex as he walked.

   
              “Who is your sponsor?”  His tone was demanding. 

   
              “Amber.”

   
              “Would that be Master J’s, Amber?” 

    
              “Yes.”

    
              “I am assuming they know you are leaving.”

    
              Trinket was hesitant.  She hadn’t told any of them that she was leaving.  “No.”

She watched the muscles tense in his back before stopping and turning his gaze on her. 

“Why would you be leaving and not letting your sponsor know? Did something happen?”  He quizzed her while continuing the long strides of his legs.

    
              “No, nothing happened.  I just need to get out of here.”  She watched as his eyes began to do the same as before.  Reading her. 

    
              “You saw something you didn’t like.”  His lips twitched up in the corners as if he were pleased.

    
              “I don’t know how you think, you think you know, but yes, if you must know.  I did.  Now, before I say something that offends you, please show me the nearest exit.”

    
              “One hour with you, I could give you better things to do with that feisty mouth of yours.” 

    
              “I doubt that.  Nothing about this…this… lifestyle does anything for me.” 

    
              The minute the words were out of her mouth, she could see the look in his eye change.  As if she had just dared him to prove her wrong.

    
              Slowly he took three steps toward her closing the gap.  Her breath hitched.  His arm quickly came out, gripping her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was back flat against the wall.

    
              “Close your eyes.”  Something was different.  Something with his voice.  That something that automatically made her eyes close.  Even as her mind told her not to, her body was betraying her.

    
              Her body twitched as if it could feel his touch before his fingertips brushed her face.  Shivers ran down her spine.  It had been a long time since a man had touched her.  Sure, she had a collection of vibrators, but it wasn’t the same as a man’s touch.

    
              She felt goose bumps break through her skin as his fingertips ran down her shoulders, down her arms, before circling around her wrist.  The coolness of the wall brushed her skin as he slowly slid her arms up, gripping them both with one hand, high above her head.

    
              The warmth of his breath tickled her ear as his free hand began roaming up and down her side.  

“This lifestyle isn’t just about sex, whether it be taking the control of your partner, or giving them a flogging because that is what they need.  A Dom’s whole purpose is to make sure their sub is 100% satisfied, safe, cherished, and loved.”

                   She drew in a breath as his fingertips moved up her inner thigh, lightly caressing over her mound through the silken material of her thong, before moving up.  His fingertip pulled back the fabric it was caressing, then slipped quickly in between her nether lips.   Her body betrayed her yet again, by letting out a soft moan as the pad of his thumb began stroking her clit.

Her mouth dropped open, feeling the tension build.  She hadn’t come this close to an orgasm that quickly in a very long time. 
Maybe not ever this quick.  Her knees were beginning to twitch as her body felt heavy on her legs.

     
              Suddenly, his touch was gone.  She opened her eyes to stare back into those of his that smiled widely at her.  He raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked the juices from them. 

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