The One Worth Finding (4 page)

“I bet that’s exactly the way she
wants to make you feel,” Aaron said softly, pushing Phil into
thoughtful silence.

Sondra giggled.

Aaron felt himself relax. The thought of
being topped by a tiny woman who’d be so much weaker than he was
had something incredibly sexy to it. He had no doubt he would be
able to submit. He loved being submissive, had been quite young
when he’d realized that he felt attracted to strong women who
called the shots. His girlfriends had always been older, more
experienced. His time as a trainee had been a period full of
revelations; when he’d come out of it, he had known what made him
tick sexually. And he had understood how he could get it. How
strong it made him feel to give up control. How wonderful the trust
felt he gave to his Domme. If he only could find a permanent
mistress, he would be perfectly happy.

He didn’t even dare to dream of love
any longer. He just needed someone who would take care of him.
Fulfill his needs, as special as they were. He would gladly give
all control between the sheets to a person like that.

The subs chatted amicably with him and
Aaron found himself forgetting the time until his gaze fell onto a
big grandfather clock on the mantel of the fireplace.

“Whoa,” he cried out, “so late
already? I have to go to the club to meet my future
Domme!”

“
I’ll drive
you,
” Sondra
said, already getting up, “I’m the only one who hasn’t been
drinking tonight.”

Aaron couldn’t afford to turn down her
offer, and was actually glad to have company. He was slightly
nervous now, which didn’t surprise him all that much. It had been
quite some time since he’d played with a Domme for more than a
night, and this one actually planned to touch him where he needed
it most - definitely a novelty.

“
Don’t worry,” Sondra said
softly. “Mistress Tara is one of the dominants I like best. She’s
no bull. And if you obey, you’ll get along just fine.”

“That’s good to hear,” Aaron smiled,
“obeying is what I do best.”

He glanced at Sondra. The feisty
redhead clearly was a tough one
- he doubted there were many Doms who
managed to scare her.

He got out in a quiet, orderly
neighborhood with gorgeous Victorian houses, thanked Sondra for
driving him and approached the mansion which bore the correct
number. It looked tame and unobtrusive from the outside, but Aaron
knew that most clubs did. Sure enough, inside he found the sinful
gloominess that indicated a sex club.

A muscular bouncer kept watch at an
impressive gate-like door.

Aaron stepped up to the man,
automatically taking off his shoes and socks.

The doorman looked at his naked feet
approvingly.

“Upper body has to be bare,” he said,
and Aaron’s hands went to his collar without hesitation.

“That won’t be necessary tonight,
Phil” a loud voice thundered through the hallway.

Aaron’s movements stilled and he looked at
the huge man who approached him slowly. The vibe. This one clearly
was a Dom. Aaron instantly lowered his eyes to the
floor.

“
Eyes on me,” the dark-haired
giant chuckled, “you are not a sub tonight, Mr. Harte, but our
guest. I’m Jack Malcolm, owner of the Fever Pitch. Follow me,
please, I’ll show you around.”

Aaron followed Jack on naked feet. It
didn’t take long until he felt perfectly at home; the theme rooms
starkly resembled the ones he knew from the Dragon’s Lair, and the
red-and-gold-decoration was pretty much the same as in L.A. He was
used to people staring at him, and staring they did. He guessed
many of them were curious to see the man who would be fisted in
front of them only seven days from now. He smiled as friendly as
possible, which wasn’t that hard; smiles came to him without
effort.

They finally reached a more
functional area behind a generous counter, and Jack opened a door
that led to an office
- his, obviously.

Aaron entered the room and looked at the
small woman who said at the round conference table, his eyes
glazing over immediately.

Tara had waited a while when Jack
finally came in with her new sub.

He stared at her. She stared back. He
seemed to be a little bit older than she was, which wasn’t bad.
Younger men were often willful and badly trained. He wasn’t
especially tall, under 6 feet. Tall enough to tower over her, but
given her own size, almost everybody did. His hair was blond and
curly and looked silky soft, moderately long, perfect to dig one’s
fingers in and tousle it thoroughly. His face was… beautiful. She’d
never met a man who’d fit the term better. Aaron Harte may have
looked like twelve when he’d been twenty-five, but now he had some
very attractive lines on his harmonious, angelic face that made him
pure perfection. His lips were pale like rose petals, full and
downy, made to nip at them in punishment when he wouldn’t
obey.

His body was lean and trim, discretely
muscled, sculpted like a Greek statue. She looked at his narrow
hips and shapely thighs. Yes, she was well pleased with the way
things were turning out here.

He smiled. Whoa. His smile was of the kind
that could cause mass pile-ups on a highway. That made her want to
immediately order him to his knees and start playing. That had her
wishing she could lick it from his lips just to learn its taste, so
soft and sweet and creamy… damn, she was staring at his mouth like
an idiot. His killer smile deepened and Tara felt a strange,
drooping feeling in the pit of her stomach. Very much like riding a
roller coaster. She swallowed.

Jack showed him to the chair next to
hers, and she caught a glimpse of his tush before he sat
down.

Yes. She would definitely enjoy doing this
one. In fact, her right hand already started to itch in
anticipation.

She could see
the admiration in
his eyes, which was a good start.

Jack, always the perfect host, made
the introductions and cleared the preliminaries.

“
As I said, you aren’t anybody’s
sub at this very moment, Mr. Harte,” he said, “we will negotiate
the contract now, talk about stuff we need to know about each
other. Well, let’s get started then.”

Aaron nodded shakily and glanced at
his new Domme.

Okay,
this one had the vibe. He’d felt his
knees buckle as soon as he entered the room, including the
sensation of wearing too many clothes he often encountered when he
met a Domme.

She was tiny, her frame petite,
almost elfin. Pale skin and the
biggest eyes he’d ever seen on a human
being - and damn, those eyes. They were green like moss and almost
seemed to glow in her heart-shaped face. They had a hypnotic
quality, capturing his attention like a beacon. He couldn’t look
away.

Her scent invaded his senses and he
felt his mouth water. It was flowery and sweet, smelled like warmth
and sunshine and caramel, like the best dreams he’d ever had in his
life. His cock stirred. He wanted to lick her all over and take the
punishment for touching her without permission like a
man.

He shook his head to clear his mind,
without much success.

The vibe was wreaking havoc on his mind;
he’d never felt it that strongly. He’d have loved to kneel at her
feet right now, preferably stark naked, collared and leashed, to
place his head on her thigh to urge her wonderful hands to drive
into his hair. Did she find him beautiful? Did he please
her?

He smiled brightly at her and
put his body on display in his chair, thrusting his hips forward so
she would
look at his semi-hard erection; nervousness stopped him
from getting there fully, but he knew she would get an idea about
his considerable size.

Tara looked at him, her face so still
it looked regal, and his heart skipped a beat. A slow smile curled
her lips, and she looked at him like a teacher would lovingly watch
an over-eager student. Warmth started to spread deep inside
him.

“Are you straight?” she asked, and her
soft, rich voice made his toes curl.

“Yes.” His voice sounded soft and
dreamy and he knew he was staring, but he absolutely couldn’t
change that.

“
I just want to be sure that I
meet your basic sexual preferences.” She smiled. “Do I?”

Damn, her voice was so DOMME.
Deep and firm, allowing no discussion. His eyes went to the floor
involuntarily, only to snap back instantly. He wasn’t a sub at the
moment, but it was so hard to remember when she pushed all the
right buttons…
he cleared his throat and answered her.

“
Very much.”

She lowered her gaze, and he saw her
sweet smile deepen. A low shiver exploded deep in his
guts.

“
And you’re single? As
in
, not
seeing anyone, vanilla or otherwise?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re sure there’s no one on
earth who would beg to differ?”

“
No - I mean, yes. I’m
sure.”

She leaned
over and gushed sweet, heady
breath into his face, clean, fresh, sexy, while those stark green
eyes captivated him like a snake’s would its prey. He almost
fainted with pleasure.

“
Listen, Mr. Harte,” she said
softly, her voice low and seductive, not leaving any doubt about
who was in charge here. “There is one iron-clad rule I’ve never
broken. I. Don’t. Play. With. Men. Who. Are. In. A. Relationship.
EVER. So if your little vanilla girlfriend sits in L.A. right now
waiting patiently for you while you’re out having fun, I will find
out. And I will make you regret that you have made me break my
number one rule. I will make you hurt so much you’ll be crawling in
the dirt for days. Are we absolutely clear about this?”

And just like that, Dr. Aaron Harte’s cock
was so hard he could possibly have split wood with it.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he breathed, the title
slipping from his lips easily and effortlessly.

Tara smiled at him
approvingly.

“Great.” She leant back, regarding him
closely. “Let’s talk about your limits. What about sex? Vaginal,
oral?” Okay, there went her plan not to have sex with
him.

“Whatever pleases you,
Ma’am.”

Well, his words pleased her tremendously.
She saw Jacks eyebrows wandering north, and decided to ignore
him.

“Rough or slow?” she said calmly. Of
course she knew that this wasn’t for him to decide, but she wanted
to hear him voice his obedience.

“Whatever you wish, Ma’am.” His voice
had a sexy, breathless hitch. She licked her lips.

“
What about kissing? On the lips?
Wet kisses, french kisses - any objections?”

“
No, Ma’am,” he whispered
hoarsely, “no objections.”

He had never let a Domme kiss him before.
It had always felt too personal, too intimate; it led to a part he
reserved for himself, no matter how much it had irked the women
he’d been playing with.

But he hadn’t lied. He had no objections
with her.

She smiled at him, and his stomach got
warm and fuzzy. She was pleased.

“
Good boy.” She said and he
shuddered with delight. How calm her voice was, how absolutely in
control. “What about your personal hygiene? Ever had an
enema?”

He nodded.

“Every night before I go to
bed.”

Her eyes snapped open.

“EVERY night?”

“Yes,” he said with a soft, adoring
smile, “I like to be clean down there. I shower at least once,
often twice a day. And take meticulous care of all parts accessible
from the outside.”

Her approving smile made his stomach feel
as if it did a little somersault. Her eyes were dangerous,
unearthly, breathtakingly beautiful. Damn, she was beautiful all
over, so quiet and composed, her authority palpable in every word,
every movement, every smile she stooped to throw his way. He’d
never felt that kind of instant enchantment. Why did he have to
wait until tomorrow, why couldn’t she take him to a theme room
right now and get started, testing his limits, finding out how much
he could truly take…

Jack cleared his throat.

“
Both
your health sheets are up to date and
clean. Let’s talk about… other limits.”

“
Uhm… yes,” Aaron looked at Tara
and tried to form at least a single coherent sentence, “nothing
that would do permanent damage. No piercings. No brandings. Nothing
that would draw blood. I accept punishment, but I’m not a
masochist. I play with fingering, pegging, and fisting because it
gives me physical pleasure. I’m more durable than most in this
area, which makes me able to enjoy practices other subs may find
unpleasant.”

“
I like that,” she said, and her
gorgeous, hypnotic eyes made him dizzy. “Your pleasure will please
me far more than your pain. I promise I’ll draw the utmost ecstasy
from your body.”

She had no idea why she was teasing
him, but it was too delicious to see his reaction, his shudders,
his eagerness to meet her wishes and expectations, his instant
obedience.