Taking Courage (2 page)

She
wanted a man to want to dominate her. She wanted this man to dominate her.

“You
like what you see.”

“Yes,
it’s breathtaking.”

“Are
you new in town?”

“I'm
here for one more night. I wanted to see what the Chicago club had to offer.”
The last thing she wanted was for him to think she wasn't ready or that she was
unworthy of his attention.

“I'm
free all night if you have questions or if you want to scene before you go
home.”

“Thank
you, Sir. It’s been a stressful couple of weeks. I could use the release found
within a scene.” The pounding in her chest threatened to escape, but she mustered
the courage to keep her shoulders relaxed. She would not back down. For once in
her life she would follow through.

He
lightly tapped her shoulder. “Relax, darling, we'll talk first.”

The
tension released, and a soft moan escaped. But damn it, he'd picked up on her stiffness.
She needed to keep her thoughts straight or he might think her unworthy.

“That's
better. Now, tell me what you need tonight.”

“But
it's not about what I need.” She looked at him directly, holding onto her next
breath. Her statement felt right, but it was her first in-person conversation
with a Dom. Her uncertainty froze her stance.

His
eyebrows drew tight, and his gaze searched her expression. The cracks in her
veneer were no doubt calling out like a warning to this Dom, and she had a
lingering feeling she'd already forgotten to tell him something. All the
practiced conversation starters jogged around in her head. She couldn't
remember what she'd forgotten. Her belly quivered in unease, and her breathing
increased. A metallic taste filled her mouth. She sucked on her lower lip. She'd
split it with her worry if she wasn't careful.

She
recognized the signs of defeat. She'd been here before. Chickening out was
Janna's specialty. A pattern she'd hoped to break on this trip. She lowered her
head and let the excitement of the night drain away.

He
grasped her chin. She steadied her gaze on him alone. The storm froze in its
wake.

“Stressful trip?”
His gaze
continued its investigation.

Be open and
honest.

“It's
been a long couple of years actually.” She pushed her sleeves past her elbows
and then pulled them back down.

“It
would please me to bring you to release and help you let go. Would you allow me
that pleasure?”

“If it would please you, Sir.
I would be
happy to release control.” It was possible her heart had stopped.

“Done.
Give me your
hard limits.”

Master
Simon was her opposite. His lack of hesitation was one of the sexiest things
she’d ever seen. This was the kind of man she needed in her life.

Shit
. She hadn't reviewed
her limits list today. It was on the list her on-line submissives group told
her to review before entering the club.
“I, ah ... no pain, Sir.
I mean nothing that leaves marks. I'm okay with public displays, but I'd prefer
private scenes to include at least audio surveillance.”

“That
fits with club policy. Video surveillance is available, too, if you want.
Anything else?”
His gaze remained trained on her. He left no
room to fidget, and her muscles didn't know what to do.

“No
knife, blood, or breath play. I have a couple soft limits, too, Sir.”

He
tucked his hands in his back pockets. “Okay, give it to me.”

“I've
only ever been with one man at a time. Anything different would need to be
discussed. I've never had anal sex, but I've experimented with plugs. Anything
besides finger teasing will need to be discussed.”

“Okay.
Is that all?”

“Yes, Sir.
That's all.”

“Your safe word?”

“Lasagna,
Sir.”

He
smiled, but didn't comment. “You’re well prepared. I appreciate a submissive
who can state her boundaries so clearly.”

“Thank
you, Sir. I may not have the experience like many of the submissives who
frequent your club, but I make up for that with my research.”

“I
have a feeling that research comes to you naturally.”

“Most definitely, almost to my
detriment.
I’ve been in town for a week now, and this is my first night in the club.”

“I’m
glad you decided to come in tonight.” He reached out and caressed her cheek.

She
leaned into his touch.

“We
can scene right here where you can view the other scenes and you're surrounded
by surveying Masters. Acceptable?” He pulled his hand away.

“Yes, Sir.”
She'd done it.
Her studies had paid off. Her friends from the chat rooms were right. She was
ready.

“Remove
all your clothes and jewelry. Place everything on the side table there.” He
pointed to the table next to the couch a couple feet behind them. “Would you
prefer to go back down to the locker room?”

“No.
I want to stay here with you.” If she went back downstairs, she feared she'd
walk right out the front door. Her heart galloped in her chest. She wanted this.
She’d dreamed of this moment. She needed to stay right here where this Dom
could see her. Under his watchful gaze, she could imagine herself doing as he
asked.

He
widened his stance and folded his arms tight across his chest. This Master was
a patient man, but she shouldn’t push him. Everyone had their breaking point.

The
orders lingered between them, but she had yet to move. He was right. She needed
release, not discipline. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it slip off her
shoulders. The skirt zipper released too easily leaving her in only a matching
bra and panties.

She
picked up her garments and held them to her chest. His eyes traced her every
move, but his expression was unchanged.
What
does he think of me?
Not even a hint of an opinion in his expression. She
made a made a mental note to get back to her workout schedule when she returned
home. She set her clothes on the table.

The
sounds of the club nagged at her attention, but they couldn't compete with the
dominant male watching her every move. She had a feeling his attention could be
addictive.

She
shook her head. Now was not the time to analyze. It was time to act. Her bra
and panties needed to come off. She needed to reveal her body, not to the room,
but to this man ... correction, this Dom. She was not leaving without giving
this a real try.

Her
gaze locked onto his and remained. After one more deep breath, she reached
around and unclipped her bra. The free hand held the cups and smashed them into
her chest. One arm, then the other and her shoulders were free. After one more
deep breath, her fingers clawed around the bra cups and pulled, revealing her
small breasts.

Cool
air swirled around her tender tight nipples, and his gaze remained, unwavering.
Could he see the nerves dancing along her skin? Her thumbs dragged along her
thighs to her hips, hooked the corner of her panties, and pulled.

With
the last of her clothes set on the table, she straightened her back and let her
shoulders fall. She'd done it.

Master
Simon made quick work of the buttons on his shirt, pulling it off his thick
shoulders and added the garment to her pile. He stalked towards her, stopped
about a foot away, tempting her. “Well done, pet.”

She
melted on the inside and swayed her hips as warmth filled her core. His gaze
released her, and she stood silent as he looked her over. Nerves threatened to
walk back in, but she barred the way.

“Turn
back around now and watch the others around us.”

A
couple of new scenes had started. One in particular caught her attention. The
sub was strapped to a horse of sorts and the Dom was fucking her from behind.
Janna's nipples tightened further, and her core heated until honey coated her
sex. She'd watched similar scenes on-line dozens of times. The live version was
unbearably hotter. A moan escaped her lips.

“You're
beautiful.” His warm body pressed up against her back, and a hand slid along
her waist pulling her into him. She melted. His mouth caressed her ear. “Do you
like what you see, pet?” He pressed her hips back against his fly. His hand lifted
from her belly and smacked her pussy.

“Oh.”
A delicious mingling of sensations floated over her.

“You
must answer my questions. Do you understand?”

“I
do, Sir.” Her sex heated further.

“Do
you like what you see?” His hand returned to her stomach and pulled, pressing
their bodies together.

“Yes, Sir.”

“I
will be touching you while you watch the
sub get
fucked. You are free to orgasm.”

“Thank
you, Sir.”

“You
will use your safe word if you need to?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He
shifted and pressed his hard cock into the left side of her ass.
“Very good, pet.
Now, watch the couple while I explore your
body.”

His
hand moved along her stomach and up to take hold of her breast, molding and
tugging on the supple skin. She had never felt more alive. Pressure encased her
nipples as he pinched and pulled.

“Oh!”
Clamps were no match for the tension he was able to elicit. Her breasts swelled
with glorious pleasure.
“Sorry, Sir.”

“You
can vocalize your pleasure. I like knowing you like what I do to you. Now is
not the time for conversation, however. Unnecessary words will lead to
punishment.” He pulled her nipples again. “I suspect you like the way that
feels?”

“Yes, Sir.
I do, more than
I even thought I would.”

He
pulled tighter and let go. Blood rushed back in, and her pleasure rose. She
wanted to beg him to touch her pussy, but knew that might halt his progress and
bring her away from her impending pleasure.

She
let go of her need and watched the sub. She was bound and only moved when her
Dom entered her from behind. The subs here had no control over what happened to
their bodies. These
Doms
decided what they needed.

He
pinched and pulled again. Her sex screamed to be touched. Fortunately, he left
her stinging nipples and traveled in a line direct to her bare pussy. He pulled
her outer lips apart, revealing her inner lips to anyone looking back at them
and allowed the air in the room to feather across her damp skin.

Vulnerable.

His
fingers delved into her. First one finger and then two pushed into her pussy
and dragged the wetness around her clit. He pinched and pulled in short tugs to
her clit, each time drawing more blood to the tender area. The pattern drove
her right to the edge.

“Take
a couple steps forward, spread your legs, and support yourself on the table.”
When she didn't move he added, “Now, pet.”

The
sharp words moved her forward and into position. One hand pressed on her back
and the other returned to her sex. The sub in front of her cried her passion
and begged her Dom for release. She was denied, and he increased his unrelenting
pace, slamming his cock into her.

Simon's
fingers quickened their pace, matching the scene in front of them. The
parallels in the scenes stole her breath. He changed the angle of his entry and
swiped over her pleasure center, and a swift orgasm stole through her body,
rippling bright sparks of pleasure out to each limb. Janna's moans increased in
volume when his fingers didn't slow down, and the orgasms continued to ripple.
The Dom in front of them roared his release. He granted his sub what she needed,
and she screamed her ecstasy.

Master
Simon dragged his warm wet fingers from her core and rubbed her sex, unleashing
the last of her exquisite release. His hands roamed around to her shoulders and
pulled back releasing her from the table.

“Come
on. Let's get you something to drink.” He turned, tugged on her hand, and they
made their way to the couch. He sat and held his arms open for her.

She'd
dreamed of aftercare. The tender moments filled her imagination with longing.
She climbed into his lap and snuggled against him, eager to be held.

He
grabbed a bottle of water from the large basket next to the couch and pushed
the bottle into her hands. After a long sip, she handed it back to him. She
pressed her ear into his chest to get closer. His heartbeat, steady and strong,
filled her with strength. He pulled a blanket from somewhere and draped her,
sealing the cocoon.

He
pulled her closer. No longer was there any question what Janna desired. Her
first scene sealed it forever. The evening could have gone a hundred different
ways, but Simon was put in her path and everything turned out better than she
dreamed.