Tempt, page 13
Sierra jumped when Max cupped her breast, she started to raise her hands. “Hands in your lap, or I’ll tie them to the stool.” His voice was firm as he spoke in her ear. “Look at the sub’s nipples. How hard they are. How dark red they are.”
The sub moaned and Sierra squirmed on the stool.
“Easy, Sierra.” Max caressed her breasts through the lace. “He’s turned on the bullet against her clit. See how her body is flushing, her mouth open as she tries to get more air. Does she appear to be hurting or afraid?”
She looked at the woman. Her body shifted against the table, but her gaze was on her Dom. Sierra let out a gasp at the need and pleasure reflected in the woman’s eyes while she stared at her man.
His hand lightly stroked her arm as he spoke to her. Sierra couldn’t make out the words, but the woman smiled and nodded.
“No, Sir. She looks…I’m not sure. Happy?” Sierra couldn’t come up with the right word. Just then the woman cried out. Sierra jerked against Max.
“He turned up the bullet. Watch her.”
Sierra did as Max said. The sub’s toes were curling, and she could see her body straining against the restraints. “Please, Sir.”
The Dom smiled, picked up the bulb, and gave it a squeeze. The woman screamed, and her head thrashed back and forth. Her climax shook the table as it went on and on. The Dom smiled and flicked the release on the nipple suckers.
He peeled them off her breasts and she let out a moan as he flipped off the bullet.
The audience let out a sigh, a few clapped, and Sierra just stared, dumbfounded. Her body was a quivering mass of want and need.
“Those who clap do it to show appreciation of the sub in letting her Dom take her where he wanted her,” Max whispered.
The crowd started to move away, but Max held her there. “See how he’s untying her. Each movement includes a caress, and he’s talking to her.” Sierra kept her eyes on the couple, afraid that people would see Max was playing with her breasts as he spoke. “See how he makes sure she can stand before he moves away to get the blanket.”
“What is the blanket for?” She remembered reading something in the romance books about it.
“She’s had an emotional high, endorphins are flowing through her system. As she starts to come down from that high, she’ll be cold.”
The Dom wrapped the sub in the blanket, then picked her up and carried her over to another roped off area, where he set her on the sofa then jumped back to the stage. He quickly put his toys back in his bag and started cleaning.
“I don’t understand. What is he doing now, Sir?”
“Basic rules, remember? Clean up the station once you’re done.”
Sierra nodded. He finished cleaning, put everything back in the supply basket, picked up his bag and returned to the sofa. There, he dropped his bag, sat down and then lifted the sub into his lap.
The woman curled against him, her head on his chest, her eyes closed, but a small smile played on her lips. The woman looked up at her Dom. The love and satisfaction shining in her eyes knocked all of Sierra’s preconceived notions out of her head. There was a true connection between the pair.
“Now, he’ll give her aftercare, and once she’s recovered, they’ll either play some more or just watch.”
“I...” What could she say? Maybe she wasn’t as worldly as she thought.
Max stepped around in front of Sierra. He put his hands on her legs and parted them. Her skirt slipped as Max stepped between them. It still covered her groin, but she felt exposed.
“A true connection between Dom and sub leads to satisfaction, and it is a powerful connection.”
Sierra nodded and lowered her gaze. Only to have it snap back to Max’s face when he untied her top. He was grinning at her. She started to raise her hands.
“Oh no.” He captured them and held them in her lap.
“Max.” The halter-top dropped to expose her breasts, the nipples hard and rosy.
“What was that?” His voice went down a notch.
Sierra almost groaned. “Sir.”
“Better.” He leaned down and licked her right nipple, before doing the same thing to her left.
Her spine stiffened, pushing her breasts forward. He couldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not in front of all these people. “Please, Max...Sir. Not in front of everyone.”
He lifted his head and grinned down at her. “What people?” She continued to stare at him. “Look around.”
She shook her head.
“Look around, Sierra. If you don’t, I’ll bare your ass and spank it.”
She glared at him. “You wouldn’t, Sir.”
“Spanking is not a hard limit, so yes, I will, if you don’t obey me.”
When she saw the determination in his eyes, her eyes widened, and she sucked in a breath, turned her head to her right and left, then looked over his shoulder.
“Who is watching?”
“No one, Sir.” How was that possible? There had been a lot of people around them. Some of the audience had moved when the scene ended, and some still milled around, but no one was paying them any attention.
“Right. We’re not on stage in a scene. We won’t gather a crowd unless I want to.” He stepped back. “Now, shall we continue your tour?” He put his hands on her waist and lifted her off the stool.
Her knees were weak, but they held her up. She lifted her hands.
“No, my sweet one.” He stilled her hands once again. “Leave your top alone.”
Sierra fought to breathe. She wanted to argue with him, but then she wanted him to be proud of her. She could do this. A lot of women were naked from the waist up. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl.” He brushed his lips over hers before taking her hand. “Let’s keep exploring.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Sierra hid a yawn behind her hand, and Crystal poked her in the side. “Wake up,” Crystal whispered.
“I am awake.” Sierra shifted on the hard, plastic seat. They were inside Klineman’s adult store. Half book shop, half adult shop. Their friend Tessa was giving a talk about erotica and society.
Sierra had been surprised at the number of people here at an eleven o’clock talk on a Sunday morning. Most of the chairs were full. There were at least thirty people in the small room.
Tessa finished and everyone clapped. Sierra and Crystal waited until people finished talking with Tessa before they approached her.
“Great talk,” Sierra said.
“I saw you yawning,” Tessa said with a grin.
“Not from your talk. Max kept me out late last night.”
“Oh yes,” Crystal said. “That was a very late I’m home text last night. Let’s go get lunch, and you can tell us all about it.”
Sierra thought about the night before. There was only so much she could say. “Sure, but I want to look around the store a bit.”
Tessa and Crystal looked at each other and burst out laughing. “She’s finally coming out of her shell,” Crystal said.
“Give it a rest.”
Her friends always teased her about not being adventurous about her love life or sex. They hadn’t grown up with her father and his rules. Interesting. She obeyed Max and his rules, and they didn’t scare her or make her cringe. They made her hot.
They walked out of the adult book room. Sierra wanted to laugh. The room was in the back, and a curtain was used to block off the area they used for the books and book club meetings.
The rest of the store was a variety of adult toys, and BDSM-type stuff. Sierra just wanted to look around. Her final class at the club was this coming Thursday. Not that she thought there was much left to go over, but apparently, Max and Jordan did.
Heat filled her. After Saturday night, she wasn’t sure about playing at the club. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but after Max freed her breasts, she’d forgotten that she was still uncovered until it was time for them to leave.
It was at that point she realized she’d rarely noticed if the other club members were clothed or not. On occasion, she might notice something. She didn’t want to say it was normal because it wasn’t. But no one was bothered if others were showing their bodies or not. There were all different body types in the club too.
Sierra wandered up and down the aisles, looking at the toys, restraints, butt plugs, and other various items. While they talked about toys in their class at the club, she wanted a better idea about these items. So, feeling safe with her friends, they wandered through the store.
“Is there anything I can help you with?”
Sierra glanced at the young woman who walked up. Her hair was purple and blue. Sierra smiled. “I’m fine. Just looking.”
“No problem. I’m Destiny. If you need anything, let me know.” She sauntered away.
Sierra was impressed that there was a woman working here. Actually, she was impressed by the whole place. When Crystal told her they were going to an adult store to hear Tessa talk, Sierra has been skeptical. But the shop was totally different than what she expected.
While the store was at the edge of the city, it had plenty of parking. It was clean and nice looking. There were no back booths or creepy men hanging around. Instead, the small back area held fiction and non-fiction books, as well as the area for meetings.
In the main part of the store were aisles of items that catered to males, females and couples. There was also a freestanding table that held a catalogue with a sign that said, “If we don’t have it, we can order it.”
There was a clear set of counters at the front, where the cash register sat along with whomever was running the store. Sierra wondered if Destiny worked there or owned the place.
Sierra made her way to the front of the store where her friends stood talking to Destiny.
“All done?” Tessa asked.
“Yep.”
“But you’re not buying anything,” Crystal said.
“Stop it, Crystal.” Sierra laughed after she said the words. “I just wanted to look. Thank you, Destiny.” She opened the door and walked out.
A small breeze caressed her skin, reminding her of Max’s light touch on her body last night. Heat flowed through her veins. Oh man, she had it bad.
“I believe you mentioned lunch,” she said to Crystal.
“The pub is open, let’s go grab a burger and talk.”
* * * *
Max went over the books for the club one more time. They were doing quite well. Between membership fees and the private parties, they were more than meeting expenses. He pulled up his calendar.
They had one private party coming up. Thanksgiving was around the corner, and then the Christmas holiday would be upon them. He’d have to talk to Jordan and Damon and see if they wanted to do a New Year’s Eve party. Max sat back in his chair. He hadn’t really thought about the holidays, outside of watching football.
Maybe because, when he was married, his ex always wanted to make a big production out of the holidays, then got all upset when her plans didn’t work out. Max shook his head. Yeah, he was a typical guy, but his family was out of state. Actually, he looked at the calendar again. His parents were going on a two-month cruise next week, and his brother was still overseas somewhere serving in the military.
Family get-togethers had been few and far between in the last few years, mainly due to his father being semi-retired now. His mother loved having him around, and they traveled and enjoyed themselves. That made Max happy.
His brother loved the military. He kept saying he was a career man, but sometimes Max wondered. His brother continued to advance in rank, but there were assignments he would have preferred to avoid and was not permitted to talk about.
Max made sure the private parties were synced up with the club’s electronic calendar. He closed the spreadsheet he was working on and made a note to pay quarterly taxes next month.
He sat back in his chair and pulled out Sierra’s folder. Her last class was this Thursday night. The new members with their mentor would go over the checklist to see if there were any changes. He’d been pleased with her and the way she’d handled the club last night.
There were some things she’d shied away from. He looked through her list. Yes, most of those were listed as her hard limits. He flipped the pages. She’d put bondage as a soft limit, along with toys, restraints, and flogging.
He filed those away. He went down the list until he found what he was looking for. Nudity in public, she’d put down as unsure. He’d talk with her about that. Last night, she’d done quite well with having her breasts exposed. One day, he’d get her totally exposed in the club, if she agreed; right now, he wanted her to get used to it…and him. His cock twitched. Max put the file back away, and picked up his tablet before going into the family room.
He turned on the football game and sat down. He pulled up the website he wanted, and did a search for two books. He ordered them and had them delivered to Sierra. He’d text her later to expect them.
* * * *
Thursday came way too fast for Sierra, but in a way, she was ready. Max had texted her every day. Sunday to tell her he’d ordered some books for her. Then on Monday to ask her if the books arrived. They had.
Tuesday and Wednesday were more just check-in texts, asking how her day went and if she was missing him. She laughed at the last, but she had missed him. Missed his touch, the sound of his voice, heck, just having him around. It was funny how he’d wormed his way into her heart so quickly.
Of course the two books he sent her hadn’t helped. How the hell did he know about erotic romance? He’d sent her two books by two different authors. Authors Tessa talked about all the time, but Sierra hadn’t read yet.
Sierra had stayed up late Tuesday and Wednesday nights reading. Not that she hadn’t read erotic romance before, but these were different. Well the books weren’t different, she was. Her mind was wide open to the possibilities kink could bring into her life.
She parked her car in the club lot and walked inside. Ralph sat behind the desk as usual. After Sierra signed in, she went back to the classroom. Max and Jordan were already there.
“Evening, Sierra,” Jordan said.
“Master Jordan.” She was getting better at remembering titles.
“Not in the classroom,” he said, then looked at Max. “I’ll leave you two alone.” And he left.
“Are the Websters not coming?” The couple had seemed in their element last weekend.
“Jordan’s meeting them inside the club.” He gestured to the chair, and Sierra sat down. Max sat next to her and put a folder, along with a pen and pad of paper, down. “They’ll go over their stuff in there.”
Sierra swallowed. “I know tonight is our last class.”
“Yes. It’s a good time to go over your limits and see what’s changed now that you’ve experienced the club.” He opened the folder. “I added some notes to them from what I saw last Saturday night with you. Look at them and tell me if I’m wrong.”
Sierra picked up the form and started going through it. He’d noted a few things on her soft limits, all of which were good with her. He hadn’t touched the hard limits at all. She stopped at nudity in the club – he changed that to a soft limit. Her face grew warm.
“You’re hesitating. Am I wrong about nudity?”
“I don’t know.” She didn’t. Once she got over the fact that her breasts were hanging out where anyone could see, it didn’t bother her, but being totally nude?
Max covered her hand with his. “Do you trust me, Sierra?”
“Yes.” She did. They may not have known each other long, but she did trust him. He’d seen her fall apart and hadn’t run or belittled her.
“Good. I won’t push you into accepting anything you don’t want, and I will go slowly. Remember you can always use your safe words.”
She took a deep breath. He was right, she could. “All right.” She looked over the last couple of pages. “All is good.” She put the pages back into the folder and handed it to him before her nerves got the best of her.
Max stared at her. “That isn’t totally convincing me.”
“I’m still nervous, but I want to try.”
“That’s all I ask. Let’s talk about what you want to do in the club and what nights you’d like to attend.”
“Depending on the week, Fridays and Saturdays are probably the best since I don’t work weekends.”
He nodded. “I want you to think about this, but I’d like us to play at the club this weekend. You get to pick the night and what you’d like to try.”
Now came the hard part: what did she want to try? Sierra closed her eyes and a scene from one of the books she read flashed in her memory. Her body grew hot.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I approve.”
“What?” She opened her eyes.
“Your skin flushed, and your breathing increased, so whatever you were thinking aroused you.”
Damn if he wasn’t right.
“Tell me what you were thinking?”
Open and frank communication, wasn’t that what he’d told her in one of their classes when they went over the rules and other information about the club and the lifestyle. “I want to be tied up.” Her voice was soft.
“I can do that.” He reached out and brushed his fingers over her cheek. “What else?”
Their gazes met. “Toys,” she whispered. “I want to understand the appeal, like the bullet.”
“That seems reasonable.” He ran his other hand between her breasts.
“I saw some nipple clamps at the adult store on Sunday. I want to try them, but some of them look painful.” Her nipples hurt as she remembered the set that had what looked like metal teeth.
“You were at the adult store?”
“Ummm, yeah.” She didn’t need to be embarrassed; this was Max. “Tessa was giving a talk there, so Crystal and I went. Afterward, I looked around.”
“I’m glad you were being proactive.”
“Yeah, well, I saw all sorts of things.”
“I bet.” He let out a chuckle. “I’ll start you off with nipple clamps that look like tweezers. Did you see those?”
