Submission Dance
Authors: Lori King
A Fetish & Fantasy Novella
Lori King
Text Copyright © July 2014 Lori King
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Published by: Lori King Books
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Blurb
Marley Saltzman has a secret
fantasy. She wants to let go of everything, and submit to a Dominant. Intrigued
by her friends BDSM lifestyle, she convinces him to put her on the guest list
for his monthly fetish party. She had no idea how far out of her element she
would be until she came face to face with an experienced Dom.
Lex Gregory has been nursing
heartache and raising his daughter alone for so long he barely remembers what a
submissive feels like at his feet. When he meets Marley, he can’t believe that
the naïve woman ever thought she could handle kink. All too quickly his need
for her refreshing innocence and lack of preconceived notions grows, and he has
to have her.
The two began a subtle dance of
sexual submission and wit that leads to a night of passion and unanswered
questions. Will this dance end in heartache, or will they both find their
darkest fantasies fulfilled?
Warning: Adult Themes-For
Mature Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive.
Sexually explicit content. M/F, graphic language, consensual BDSM, spanking,
public sex, HEA.
Chapter 1
I
t was colder in the dimly lit foyer of the house than
Marley anticipated when she dressed for the evening. She could already feel her
nipples tightening behind the thin material of her bra, and goose-bumps
prickled up her arms. All around her were people of every shape and size,
wearing everything from jeans and t-shirts to slave collars and nothing else.
Surveying the crowded home eased some of her doubts about her skimpy attire,
but her stomach still fluttered with nerves. For the hundredth time, she
questioned whether or not this was a good idea, but she was here now, so it was
a moot point.
After an abrupt stop at the door
to sign a liability waiver and confidentiality agreement, she was almost
certain that she’d made a mistake by coming. In all of her BDSM fantasizing she
never imagined that she might actually get physically injured at a Lusty
Fantasies party. Sure, she knew there were whips and floggers and
whatnot, but waiving her rights to a bodily harm lawsuit seemed rather extreme.
Free to wander the party to her
heart’s content, she felt her whole body tremble with anxiety. She was out of
her depth here. Closing her eyes briefly, she leaned against a wall while she
took several deep breaths to calm herself, and keep from turning tail and
running out the door she’d just come in. Once she felt steadier, she stood tall
and took in the scene around her. Within a few moments, her curiosity drew her
like a siren into a hallway of kink.
It was a massive space that
divided the two halves of the mini-mansion lined with doors into various rooms
of decadence and debauchery.
The first room she came to held a
spanking bench that was currently in use. The man and woman were fully focused
on the scene they were playing out, and Marley couldn’t take her eyes off the
woman writhing on the padded bench. Her Dominant rained down blows from a black
flogger onto her upturned backside, varying his speed and the strength of his
swing as she whimpered and moaned underneath him. The sounds she made grew steadily
until her entire body went taut at the height of her climax, and she cried out
in ecstasy. The moment she orgasmed, he dropped the flogger onto a black duffel
bag nearby and began stroking her tender skin. When he began rubbing some sort
of cream over the raw, red lines marring her skin, the woman sighed with
pleasure and thanked him for her spanking. Then he lifted her into his arms to
carry her from the room.
Marley couldn’t help but notice
the woman had tears running down her cheeks, and yet she looked blissfully
happy in her man’s arms. Her research supplied the logical answer that the
woman had reached subspace or, at the very least, she had received immense pleasure
from the scene, but she wondered what it actually felt like. In her mind’s eye
she pictured herself spread out naked on the bench, pleading with a man to
punish her. Would she truly be able to let go of control long enough to come? The
Dominant gave her an assessing look as he passed and then winked, making her
blush from forehead to toenails and scurry farther down the hallway.
In her haste to escape his
knowing look, she ran headlong into another person, and stumbled nearly falling
on her ass. The body under her hands was covered in a brocade corset, and it
had curves underneath not edges. Lifting her eyes, she found herself staring
into the green eyed gaze of a Domme.
When the stranger narrowed her
eyes on Marley, it caught her off guard and she blushed again. It was so
tempting to turn around and walk back out the front door to her car, but she
had promised Killian that she would attend tonight if he put her on the guest
list, and she kept her promises.
Thank God I didn’t promise to participate.
Her eyes were locked on a wicked looking whip that dangled from the woman’s
belt. A cold shiver of mixed desire and fear crawled up her spine.
The woman was no taller than
Marley herself, but there was no doubt she dominated those around her. Her
blonde hair was pulled back in a sleek French braid that hung over her shoulder
and almost to her hip mimicking the length of the leather whip she wore. Her
small breasts were pushed up by her corset above a pair of slim fitting leather
leggings. The pants hugged her full hips and thighs like a second skin, and dangerous
looking spiked black ankle boots finished the badass image. Even with her
average build, the confidence with which she carried herself left no doubt in
Marley’s mind that this woman was a force to be reckoned with.
“You’re new to this aren’t you,
sweetheart?” Marley flicked her eyes up to meet the woman’s assessing gaze
again, and nodded. “And you have no Master or Mistress, I presume?
“No ma’am.” She had to force the
words out of her dry throat, and she swallowed hard trying to control her own
nerves.
“Don’t worry, no one will bite
unless you ask nicely first. We were all new to this world once. Just be
careful, and watch where you’re going. You don’t want to interrupt a scene in
progress, or you’ll have to accept the consequences.” With that, the beautiful
woman was gone, leaving Marley staring after her.
“Whoa,” she whispered, feeling
her stomach relax a little now that she wasn’t caught in the woman’s hypnotic stare.
She ran her hands over her
thighs, rubbing her sweaty palms against the black knit fabric. It had taken
her hours to settle on the soft black camisole, and mid-thigh length skirt, and
even longer to select the sterling silver bracelets she wore on her wrists, and
the slave sandals on her feet. She knew it wasn’t traditional fetish gear, but
she couldn’t bring herself to squeeze her curvy form into latex or leather yet.
By no means did she think she was
ugly, just not built for fabrics with no give. Short in stature at five foot
three, she might have been called petite if it weren’t for her wide hips and
thighs that, in her opinion, made her hourglass figure look bottom-heavy. She
wore her mahogany brown hair up off her neck, twisted and clipped so that a few
strands curled gently around her face. With pale skin, and large brown eyes,
she had a unique look that some would call beautiful. Tonight, she just felt exceptionally
vulnerable, and she couldn’t imagine walking around less clothed like many of
the other attendees.
Forcing herself to stand tall,
she accepted a bottle of water from a catering waiter passing by, and pushed
forward. The next doorway led into an enormous lounge room, where people sat
about chatting and relaxing as they might at any other event. The biggest
difference being that many of them were mostly nude. A DJ in the corner near a
raised platform played slow, sensual music, as a handful of couples swayed
along to the beat.
There was a peaceful serenity in
this room. Almost as though it was the low spot in the house created
specifically for meditation and seduction. The Dom and submissive she’d seen
earlier occupied a chaise lounge to her right, and she noted that the woman was
now wrapped in a soft blanket and sipping a bottle of water as her man rested
his chin on the crown of her head and played with her hair. They were clearly
not just play partners. She could feel the love the man had for his woman, and
it eased her discomfort at the sub’s earlier pain. The entire room seemed to be
full of comfort, and she assured herself that she would come back here when
things got overwhelming.
Out the corner of her eye, Marley
spotted a man who seemed to be watching her from across the room. He was
slouched in a leather smoking chair half hidden beside an oversized fireplace
in the corner of the room, but he still managed to ooze power from the shadows.
Her heart thumped a little faster matching the beat of the music, and her knees
wobbled slightly.
Dressed in what looked to be
slacks and a black button-down shirt that was open a few buttons, he was drool-worthy,
and she struggled to draw her focus away from him. With his ebony hair and a whisker-shadowed
jaw, he reminded her of a pirate. Her pussy wept as she imagined what that
scruff would feel like against her skin.
Who he was or why he might be
interested in her specifically, wasn’t on her mind. All she could think about
was the sense of control that spilled out of him. He sat like a king surveying
his court, one leg crossed over the other, his arms spread wide across the arms
of the chair. One hand subtly tapped the rhythm of the music on the leather arm,
while the other held a glass with amber-colored liquid in it. The intimidating
Domme she’d plowed into just moments ago sought him out, and he smiled warmly
as he rose and gave her a hug. Marley wondered at the balls it would take to
hug a woman such as that, carrying a whip longer than she was tall, but the
pair seemed to be old friends.
The blonde woman settled into the
seat at his side, and began to speak quietly. The pirate, though, turned and
glanced back towards Marley, catching her staring. To her surprise, his lips
curled up in a sardonic grin, and he lifted the glass, tipping it to her, and
raising his eyebrow. Whether in invitation or question, she didn’t know, but
she didn’t wait to find out either.
Startled to be caught ogling the
man, Marley hurried off down the hallway and away from his interested stare,
hoping that distance would break the power he had over her libido after just
that simple acknowledgement of her presence.
~ ~ ~
“Alexander? Are you listening to
me?”
Lex absorbed the sight of the
particularly sweet morsel. She’d never been at a Lusty Fantasies party before,
because he would have remembered her. He had no idea who she was, but that didn’t
stop his cock from twitching in response to the soft beauty she
possessed. Her body was deliciously curvy, and he wondered if, as she
stood under the chandelier in the hallway, she realized how sheer her clothing
was. Even with the lights dimmed for ambiance, the dark shadows of her bra and
G-string were clear from this angle. Was she here to play? There was no collar
around her slender throat, but that didn’t discount the possibility that she
was already claimed for the evening.
He tipped his glass,
acknowledging that he knew she was looking back and felt a jolt of
disappointment when she hurried off down the hallway and disappeared from view.
Damn.
“Damn it, Lex, stop ignoring me.
I don’t have time for this.” Analise’s frustrated tone drew his attention back
to her, and he frowned.
“What’s the problem, Ana? You’re
never this touchy.”
His sister’s brow was furrowed
with tension, and he pushed the sexy stranger from his mind to focus on the situation
at hand. Analise was a strong woman who was well-respected in the community.
She carried herself with a confident aura that people envied. She was, without
exception, one of the best Dommes Lex had ever known. The fact that they were
siblings had no bearing on his judgment. In the BDSM community you weren’t
judged by your familial connections; you were judged by your conduct and skill.
It was particularly unsettling
that Ana seemed off her game tonight. In general, nothing ruffled her feathers,
so something out of the ordinary had to be amiss.
“I need your advice, and this is
serious. I’ve been approached by another submissive about training him,” she
said. Lex narrowed his gaze on her, taking in the stiff set to her spine and
the elegant way she perched on the edge of the chair. With her legs crossed,
the first thing anyone would see on approach would be her black leather, spiked
boots. She had masterfully created an air of intimidation, control and sexual
potency around herself, but Lex knew she carried a soft soul under all of the
armor and spikes.
“What else is new, Ana? Don’t you
get a dozen requests a month or so? I swear there are more wannabe submissives
seeking a Master to paddle their ass than there are politicians at the BDSM
clubs nowadays, and that’s quite a feat.” He snorted at his own joke and sipped
his drink watching her steadily. When she just nodded a distracted agreement,
he sighed and set his glass down to steeple his fingers in front of him. “All right,
I give. Who asked, and why does he matter?”
“Wyatt Marks.” She responded
without any further explanation. There wasn’t much else to say. Wyatt was a
long time member of their community, but he was notoriously single. He’d tested
out any number of Dommes and found none to his liking. He claimed to be a straight
submissive, but his recent behavior left Lex doubting it. He was a switch, and
maybe experimenting with Ana and Foster was the perfect opportunity for him to
learn that fact about himself.
Lex knew that Wyatt had
approached Ana in the past and the interaction had gone badly, so he wasn’t
sure what made this occasion special, and he said as much.
“He said he’s done some
soul-searching, and he would be willing to join me, with my pet, and become our
third.” Ana said softly. Lex knew that her hesitancy wasn’t out of shame for
her desire to add the new man to her relationship; it stemmed more from her
desire to protect her partner than anything. Ana and Foster had a good thing
going, and he would expect her to be cautious about jeopardizing that. The last
time they’d entertained the notion of letting Wyatt into their pairing, he’d
hurt them both. They’d become distant and awkward, and it took weeks for them
to get back to normal. He didn’t want to see either of them go through that
again.
“I see. I thought he was straight,”
Lex said, cocking his head and lifting an eyebrow.
Ana covered a quick laugh, “Everyone
is straight at these events until they aren’t. He apologized, and said he made
a mistake before. I think it was genuine, but…” She chewed her lip for a
moment, and Lex just let her quietly think. “He says he knows how important
Foster is to me, and if accepting a sexual relationship with my pet is what it
takes to get under my boot heel, he’s willing to do so.”