See You Sometime

  He hadn’t removed any of his clothes yet, other than his cock was still hanging out—yay!—but he worked on hers. She kicked off her sandals and arched up so he could tug her jeans down her hips and off.

  His lips traced patterns across her belly, working lower, encouraged by her nudging him with her hand in his hair. Her panties soon joined her jeans.

  Naked in front of him, the feel of his denim against her thighs drove her own need higher. Her clit throbbed. She knew if he slid a finger or two inside her he’d find her drenched.

  He went for another kiss. This time, she hooked her legs around his hips and held him there as she rocked against him. His cock was starting to show definite signs of renewed interest.

  “I know we talked test results,” she said. “I’m good not using condoms, but I brought some in case you wanted them or we do anal. I’m on the pill.”

  He seemed to need a moment to process that. “What?”

  She cradled his cheeks with her palms. Maybe she did need to take charge at least a little, for now. “Condoms, yes or no, Sir?”

  She wasn’t sure he might not be close to passing out. “Your choice.”

  She grabbed her bag and lobbed it onto the floor. “Fair warning, I usually don’t come only from fucking. That’s not on you, that’s me. So alternate methods would be greatly appreciated before you roll over for the night.”

  He sat up and for a moment she thought maybe he was going to start stripping. Instead, he lowered his face to her pussy and ran his tongue up her clit.

  She sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, fuck yeah!”

  * * * *

  What happened to her hair down there?

  The stupid thought hit him before he’d had a moment to process and realize he was an idiot.

  Oh, duh. She shaves…

  Holy fuck, she shaves her pussy!

  He honestly thought that only happened in porn movies.

  At least it meant he could easily find his target.

  He’d take all the extra help he could get.

  From the noises she started making when he tentatively licked her pussy, it would seem she approved, so he kept doing it.

  Her hands settled on his head and he was preparing to sit up if she pushed him off, away, but she surprised him.

  She grabbed him and ground against him, another moan rolling from her that finished hardening his confused cock.

  Oh, damn!

  He grabbed her thighs and held on, licking, sucking, enjoying her sweet taste and loving the fact that she was apparently really into what they’d done so far, based on how wet she was.

  Wait, she’s wet from blowing me?

  He filed that in the process later category and didn’t let it distract him from her.

  He enjoyed the noises she made, loved knowing that she was obviously into this and he had managed to do something right. They started building, louder, stronger, her grip tightening on his head until a long, loud moan rolled from her and her back arched.

  Fuuuuck!

  Linda had never made noises like that.

  Hell, Linda had barely made any noises.

  Skye went limp, breathing heavily. Her grip relaxed and he stopped licking but stayed there as she stroked his hair.

  Finally, he dared to look up at her.

  She wore a happy, sated smile.

  Then she crooked her finger at him.

  He crawled up her body. After pulling him in for a long, sweet kiss, she reached for his shirt buttons. “You have on too many clothes, Sir.”

  He sat up and yanked the shirt off over his head and somehow managed to get the rest of his clothes off without falling out of the damn bed. Then they changed position, lying the right way in bed instead of across it, and she rolled on top of him.

  His cock wasn’t as hard as it’d been earlier, but it was pretty damn close. Bracing her hands on either side of him, she rolled her hips against him, sliding his cock back and forth between her legs, her juices making him slippery.

  He reached up to cup her breasts, her smile twisting his heart around her. “That’s it, Sir. They’re yours. Have fun.”

  Rubbing the pad of his thumbs over her tightly peaked nipples earned him soft moans in reply. He lifted his head and sucked her right nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. She gasped, then rose up, coming down with his cock impaled in her pussy.

  “Oh, fuck!” he gasped against her flesh.

  She settled her hips against his with his cock buried all the way inside her pussy and placed one hand over the one he had on her breast, the other cupping the back of his head.

  “You don’t have to be gentle with me, Sir. I like it rough.”

  He nipped her nipple, earning a happy squeal in reply. “Yes!”

  He dug fingers into her breast, squeezing it as he sucked hard on the other one, making her gasp and moan. He alternated back and forth as she slowly rode him, until he felt his cock throbbing, wanting relief, and knew if he didn’t take over that she was going to keep torturing him like this.

  He flipped them over, her legs wrapping around him like they were made to be there. She held on to him, staring into his eyes, a gorgeous smile on her face.

  “That’s it, Sir. Take what’s yours.”

  Slanting his lips over hers in a crushing kiss, he fucked her, hard and fast and furiously—harder than he’d ever fucked anyone in his life, almost shocked into stopping when another loud moan vibrated through his lips from her and her pussy started squeezing his cock inside her.

  He had just about a split-second to realize she’d come again when his own orgasm exploded and he ground into her until he was spent, filling her with his cum.

  Panting, he broke their kiss and touched his forehead to hers. “Wow.”

  “Uh huh!” She didn’t let go of him and he couldn’t bring himself to make her move.

  “Was that…at the end…did you—”

  “Uh huh!” She kissed him again, slowly, her tongue tracing the seam of his lips, enticing him, wanting to play. “Damn, Sir,” she whispered. “You fucked another one out of me.”

  He couldn’t pull his gaze from hers. “I love you,” he whispered. “I want to do this with you. I want to try. I want to make it work. Might take me a while.”

  She cupped his face in her palms. “I love you, too, Sir. Just…keep an open mind and talk to me. I swear it’ll get easier once you get through the shock of it all.”

  He nodded, turning his face to kiss her palm. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

  “You won’t lose me, Sir.”

  Finally, he rolled to his side to snuggle with her in his arms. It felt so good, so right. After a few minutes, she nuzzled her nose against his. “I need to use the bathroom.”

  “Oh, right there.” He pointed to the door to the master bath.

  She kissed him. “Be right back.”

  He watched her climb out of bed. As he got a good look at her backside, he spotted the fading bruises still flowering her curves, blue and purple and green and brown, and he clapped a hand over his mouth to hold back the exclamation.

  Damn!

  Fucking hell!

  That had been six days ago, and she was still marked?

  How the hell am I supposed to do this?

  Chapter Fourteen

  Saturday morning, in the shower, she noticed how he kept staring at her ass and she explained the marks. Some of them were still clearly visible, a cane, a particular paddle, a riding crop.

  Then she’d pressed her body against his, placed his hands on her ass, her hands covering his, and made him squeeze.

  God help him, it made him hard again and he’d ended up taking her right there in the shower.

  Another first for him—non-solo shower sex.

  They ended up spending the weekend together, making love and making up for lost time. By the time he needed to take her home late Sunday, he was desperately torn between fear he couldn’t fulfill her needs and a panic-inducing craving to do every
thing in his power to fulfill her needs.

  For once in his life, he knew he’d need to man up and fight for what he wanted.

  He wanted her.

  Over the next week they did a lot of talking.

  A lot.

  A whoooole lot.

  They spent Tuesday night together, her parking at his house and riding to gaming together and home again, her leaving for work from his house.

  He wanted this to work, so damn much, but every time he thought about those bruises, something in his stomach tightly knotted in a bad way.

  He didn’t honestly know if he could be the one to do that to her.

  She was scheduled to work at the club Friday and Saturday, which gave him some time to digest. He could have gone to the club, but…he didn’t want to go just yet.

  He still needed time.

  A plan was hatched for the next weekend, with help from Landry, Tilly, Eliza, Cali, and others. Axel and Skye would go to the club, where Walt would scene with Skye. Tilly, Landry’s wife and a Dominant, would be there to support Axel and explain things. Skye and Axel would meet everyone for dinner at Sigalo’s first, so Skye could introduce him around before they went to Venture.

  Skye had assured him that if he couldn’t watch, he was absolutely free to step away, but she begged him to not interrupt the scene. Landry and Cris couldn’t be there tonight. Cris was out in LA on a business trip, and Landry was home with their daughter. Skye had already vetted Walt with friends, and had seen him play with someone else at the private party she’d attended, as well as at the club.

  Skye had talked to Tilly on the phone several times over the past two weeks to get advice, and she’d offered to go and help talk Axel through the scene. After he’d had lunch with Tilly the previous week, talked to her for an hour, he’d agreed to that plan because she seemed to be a pretty down-to-earth person with a lot of excellent knowledge.

  It didn’t hurt that Eliza and Rusty and everyone else vouched for Tilly and encouraged him to talk to her, to trust her, to listen to her.

  Unlike Eliza, he didn’t know Tilly as well, and it didn’t feel as…embarrassing to him to have these discussions with her.

  Axel’s fear ratcheted to anxiety-laden heights as it drew close to time to leave for dinner and the club. Skye had assured him that everyone at dinner would be friendly and welcoming, but he prayed Rusty, Eliza, and the others weren’t there tonight. He’d asked them not to be.

  Not yet.

  This was definitely a situation where having familiar faces around would not lessen his anxiety.

  Far easier to fade into the background and watch, observe what was going on without being drawn into discussions with others.

  Or hear their comments about what was going on.

  Once he grew more accustomed to this, sure, absolutely.

  They respected his wishes.

  Walt and his fiancée would meet them at the club later, but they were at a family dinner and couldn’t join them at the restaurant. Walt had also talked to Axel on the phone, just to confirm he was okay with them playing, and talking to Axel about the kind of play he’d be doing with Skye.

  It sure seemed like everything was above-board.

  Now if he could just settle his nerves, that’d be great.

  At Sigalo’s, the parking lot was already filling for the Saturday night dinner crowd. He held Skye’s hand as they walked across the asphalt. It’d rained hard a little while ago, a typical afternoon shower that had left everything warm and muggy and with the sensation of breathing through a wet cloth. Their steps made squishy, crunching noises over the loose pieces of gravel that had washed into the lot from the unpaved median strips.

  A brand new dark grey Mercedes Roadster turned in just as they’d reached the front entrance, and the horn beeped. It pulled up next to them, the passenger window rolling down. Inside, Tilly smiled at them, a man sitting behind the wheel.

  “We’ll go park and be right there.”

  Axel raised a hand in greeting as they pulled away, the window already sliding up again.

  “I thought Landry couldn’t come with her tonight,” he said. “Or was that Cris?”

  “That’s Bob,” Skye said.

  “Bob?”

  “Landry and Cris scened with him at the party. He’s the one I did aftercare with.”

  “Oh.”

  Shit.

  Bob wasn’t bad-looking.

  Sure made him feel a little less-than in comparison.

  He watched as Bob rounded the car and opened the door for Tilly, helping her out. Unlike the sedate jeans, Crocs, and Deadpool T-shirt Tilly had worn for their lunch together, tonight Tilly wore bootcut jeans with red wedges that added at least four inches to her height, but the heels did nothing to decrease the dominance or intimidation factor of her purposeful strides. She wore an oversized black button-up shirt open over a red tank top. He suspected from the way the overshirt fit her, even with the sleeves rolled up, that it likely belonged to one of her men. Her dark auburn hair hung long, loose, midway down her back, and she didn’t seem to be wearing any jewelry other than her wedding rings and a small fluorite pendant on a gold chain.

  Bob fell in step to her right, staying one stride behind her.

  Tilly smiled when she reached them, reaching in to hug Axel, hesitating and motioning toward Skye with her right hand, but staring at him with an eyebrow arched.

  Waiting.

  He didn’t understand. Skye appeared to be staring at him, too.

  “What?”

  Tilly’s kind smile belied the eye-roll. “May I?” In the light from the front entrance, he realized she was barely wearing any makeup.

  “May you what?”

  She scowled and lowered her voice. “Dude, are you that dense or just fucking with me? Because if you’re trying to take a Dom ’tude with me and get me to call you anything but Axel, we’re gonna—”

  “Sir,” Skye softly said, a hint of desperation to her tone, “Tilly is a Dominant tonight. She’s coming here to teach you. She’s asking for your permission to hug me as a Dominant. You’ve never given me permission to hug her.”

  Now he was really confused. “But you hug other people, like Eliza and Grant, and they’re Dom—”

  Tilly hooked Axel’s arm with her hand, lightning-fast, and scooted him a few feet away from the door where a family with two young children were about to emerge from the restaurant’s entryway. Even as she did, with her other hand she held out a palm to Skye and Bob, the meaning clear.

  Stay.

  Tilly kept her voice low and even, but serious in tone.

  “Axel, here’s the 411—Skye is yours. Submissive, slave, pet, bottom, property—whatever the fuck you want to call her. You define the rules. If you want to assign blanket permissions that it’s okay for her to hug me regardless of the situation, that’s fine. In this lifestyle, in a kinky context, no person who’s really involved in it for any length of time will ever assume they have permission to talk to, much less hug her or even shake her damn hand, if she doesn’t initiate it. Even in a vanilla circumstance, if they know you’re kinky. If you want to give her a rule that she’s free to initiate contact or talk with people of her choosing without your prior permission, that’s your prerogative.

  “Skye comes to you, despite what a cheating bastard her ex was, as a well-trained slave. A damn good one, from what I’ve seen and heard myself and from Lan, Cris, Bob, and Cali. She’s defaulting to what is giving her comfort with you, and she is trying to show you what she needs and wants from you.

  “You wanted to learn about the lifestyle? Well, you don’t need any kind of instruction manual, because you already have the best damn one. There is a damn good teacher, right there on your arm. Listen to her and follow her lead until you’re the one doing the leading. You can tell she wants you to give her permission, because she didn’t initiate the contact with me when she could have.”

  Tilly released his arm and they returned to Skye’s side. Tilly gl
anced around before smiling. “Do-over.” She straightened. “Hey.” She leaned in and hugged Axel, then stood back and motioned with her right hand toward Skye.

  He nodded.

  Tilly and Skye hugged. When he spotted Tilly’s lips moving, he realized she was whispering something to Skye, but he supposed if either of them wanted to tell him, they would.

  During this whole time, Bob quietly stood watching, hands clasped in front of him, waiting. He gave Axel a smile and head nod, but didn’t speak or offer to shake with him.

  When they parted, Tilly shot Axel another smile. “Oh, and this is Bob. He’s in formal protocol tonight, don’t take it personally. Now let’s go inside and join the others.”

  * * * *

  Skye had never felt this nervous before, not counting her first night with Axel. This was definitely number two on the list.

  She struggled against frustration and tried to keep it firmly in her mind that a guy who’d been involved in the lifestyle for over twenty years as a Dominant was definitely not on the same engagement level as a very nervous, practically vanilla guy who’d barely had more than missionary for a decade with his first wife.

  This would take time and infinite patience on her part. She absolutely did not want to top from the bottom. She hated that. Likewise, she didn’t want Axel thinking that was how things were supposed to go between them, not knowing where the education ended and his place to pick up the slack began.

  Tilly led the way to the corner, where Ross, Loren, Cali, Max, and Sean were already seated.

  “Hey, guys!” Tilly went through a round of what looked like extremely emotional hugs with them, like she hadn’t seen them in months.

  Then again, with her work and travel schedule, maybe she hadn’t.

  As the others turned toward Axel and Skye to greet them, Skye looked up at him, waiting.

  He finally looked her way, before the others reached them, and nodded.

  Relief flowed through her, so thick and palpable, she damn near started crying.

  He was learning.

  Whether or not he’d remember the lessons and keep building on them remained to be seen.