My mind was racing, my heart feeling heavy yet light all at the same time. To say that I was stunned and confused was an understatement. I felt as though my scattered thoughts were trapped behind a thick wall, unable to penetrate the barrier, muffled and strained, leaving me feeling breathless and weak.
I was a complete and absolute wreck.
I’d just returned home from a BDSM club, having been taken there by my dominant partner, Jake, as his newly trained submissive. While I knew what was planned, nothing had really prepared me for what happened. It had been determined that I’d be shared with the club’s owner, Chase, in a rope play session that sent me into some altered state, I found myself caught up in a powerful wave of pleasure, that was only matched by the crescendo of pain that immediately followed.
All that remained now were a series of splintered thoughts, broken memories coming together all at once in an attempt to make sense of every emotion that ran through my heated body.
That, and an angry pattern of red marks spread across my torso, arms and legs; the evidence of Chase’s incredible expertise with ropes.
I was certainly a changed woman, barely recognizing my former self, a plus size woman ashamed by her curves yet wanting desperately to be claimed…and I was. They had both made sure of that.
It was shocking to think that I’d allowed myself to be tied down, arms to the side, legs spread open and my most private parts exposed, by someone I’d just met, and more amazing, that I’d enjoyed every minute of the experience. The session had ended in one of the most explosive sexual encounters of my life, my body and mind being thoroughly claimed by the aggressive Chase, while Jake watched. The parts that were still vivid in my mind, the scenes that played over and over, were of Chase’s meticulous attention to the knots he tied to restrain me, the almost trance-like state he fell into while he tied beautiful and complex knots in the white rope. His soft voice as he asked me periodically how I felt, the care with which he restrained me.
The last clear image of him, the one I held in my mind’s eye, the one that still caused a resounding thump deep inside of me, was Chase standing between my legs, nak*d, his muscular body tensed, his c*ck rising up from the thatch of lightly dusted hair between his thighs. And the look of untamed lust in his eyes.
The final coherent thought I had before he claimed me was that he was going to break me like a wild stallion and that I would love every minute of it.
I’ve only been a submissive for a short time, and I know that I have a lot to learn but I am willing to go the distance, and to do all that my Masters requests of me. With Jake, our few sessions, for the most part, had been highly controlled. I struggled at first with being a sub; disobeying twice, disciplined once by Jake, much to my shame.
But with Chase, I’d had no desire to disobey. I wanted to give myself completely, submit totally to him. I don’t know if it’s Jake’s inexperience or his own tight control on himself that made being with Chase so different, almost easy.
I was still thinking about it all when Jake called late Sunday night, as he’d promised during the car ride back to my apartment after our session at the club. Jake had told me this morning, after I’d spent the night with him, that the session with Chase had made him realize that he loved me, and that he’d crossed a line both of us had agreed on: our relationship, no matter how intimate, existed for only one reason – to explore the boundaries of our own limitations and to face our own darkest desires together. Neither of us had wanted this to go any further than the context of a dominant, submissive relationship. Jake’s declaration had shifted that balance in our relationship and I still wondered just how much it would affect our sessions, or how I really felt about his truth. I still wanted Jake as my dominant; we’d come a long way together, and I wanted to explore that dominant, submissive relationship further, with him.
But, at what cost?
Jake had told me that business required that he attend a series of meetings throughout different cities and that he’d be away for a few weeks.
“I’ll miss you, Abby. Not just our sessions, but spending time with you during the week.”
I’d told him I’d miss him as well, and I meant it. Jake had become an important part of my life in the few short weeks I’d known him. He’d changed me and I treasured that, and him, for making it happen.
But after I’d hung up, I wandered around my apartment, a restlessness running up and down my spine. Jake was going to be out of town. Before we’d visited the club, before Chase had entered the picture, I had been anxious at the prospect of a week without Jake. But not anymore…
Then it hit me: I wanted to see Chase. And I wanted to see him alone. I shouldn’t be surprised, but did I really want to admit that to myself? There was something magnetic about Chase; he was an undeniably primal and aggressive man. And I wanted to experience that again, explore where he could take me, as a submissive, and as a woman.
Chase had left a message on my phone after the session, ostensibly telling me I’d left a necklace behind, but also telling me he wanted to see me again.
I hit replay, my breath catching in my throat at the sound of his voice. I jotted down the number and then impulsively dialed. It was answered almost instantly, Chase’s smooth voice rumbling in my ear.
“Hi, Chase, this is Abby.” I stopped short of saying ‘we met last night’. I was pretty sure Chase would remember me.
“Hey Abby! I’m glad you called. How are you?”
His voice was just as I remembered it, deep and sexy, open and sincere. It settled over me, soothing some of the tension that consumed my body. It also brought back a rush of heat at the thought of his hands squeezing my br**sts, the soft bite of the ropes that he’d tied around my body, the feeling of his thick c*ck buried deep inside of me. I quickly gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, a brief wave of vertigo washing over me.
“Abby? You there?”
“Um, yeah…I…the phone cut out for a minute.” I took a deep breath. “I appreciate you calling to let me know that my collar was at the club. I’d like to come by and pick it up if that’s okay?”
“Absolutely. It’s a really nice piece, that’s for sure. I’m assuming it’s from Jake?”
I closed my eyes; the sound of Jake’s name drove a tiny sliver of guilt through my heart. I shook my head; this wasn’t fair. We didn’t have that sort of relationship.
So, why did I feel so damn guilty?
“Yes, it’s from Jake. I guess it wasn’t such a good idea to wear it to your club.”
“It’s actually my fault. I apologize for not remembering to give it back. I slipped it in the pocket of my jeans during our scene together.”
There was a pause. Chase spoke again and his voice washed over me, that hypnotic, low growl that carried so much power, such delicious control.
“You enjoyed yourself, didn’t you? You surprised yourself as well.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of fact.
I closed my eyes, images of last night washing over me. “Yes, I…had… it was intense, Chase. Really intense.” I barely recognized my own voice; it had a broken desperation in it that I’d never heard before.
There was quiet breathing on the other end of the phone. “I’m glad. It was quite…enjoyable for me as well.” The image of Chase between my bound legs, his c*ck thrust into me, the rapt look on his face before I gave in to the experience came back to me with a rush.
A deep jolt hit me, low in my belly, a sucker punch of arousal. I wasn’t expecting that. There was another pang of guilt that wound itself around me. Until now, only Jake had made me feel this aroused. I shook my head, opening my eyes, focusing on the view outside of my window. Focus on the sun, buildings, anything but the images of desire that floated around in my mind, dominating my every thought.
The spell was suddenly broken. “I’d like to get my necklace back, Chase.”
“And I want to see you again, Abby.”
That wasn’t what I said.
“You can drop by the club Monday night. The club is closed, but I’ll be there doing paperwork, there’s minimal staff doing cleaning. We’ll have privacy. Just give me a time and I’ll meet you at the street door. Do you need the address?”
After I hung up, I wandered around the apartment, that restless feeling back, stronger this time. My muscles were still sore; the fading rope marks on my forearms and thighs a visible reminder of everything that had happened the night before. I found myself unconsciously rubbing them, touching them, and remembering the feeling of them holding me down, restricting me but freeing me at the same time. Remembering the intense sexual feelings Chase had elicited in me, rekindled at the sound of Chase’s low, husky voice.
It had been Jake’s idea to visit the club; he’d thought it would bring us closer. In a way it had; he’d told me he loved me. But it had also opened a new door for me, an unexpected door. I wanted to step through that doorway, to find out just how far I wanted to go as a submissive. How far I really could go.
And in my mind, waiting in that doorway was Chase.
***
Just like I had imagined, there he was waiting for me, in the doorway of his club on Monday night. I pulled to the curb at the appointed time and the door opened instantly, Chase’s frame silhouetted by the light shining behind him.
He greeted me with affection, depositing a kiss on each cheek. The sensual contact of his soft lips grazing my skin sent a violent shiver of desire through me and I trembled in the frame of his heated gaze.
“Come on in, but you’ll have to excuse the mess. Monday is cleaning day, if I hadn’t mentioned it on the phone.” The club was brightly lit, almost garish looking. Chairs in the lounge were pulled away from the tables, trash cans and other cleaning items were scattered about. I could hear talking and laughter from down the hall, the occasional sound of furniture moving, a vacuum running.
“I have your necklace in my office, safe and sound. Follow me.” Chase led the way, guiding me through the lounge, heading towards the back rooms. I couldn’t keep myself from scanning his muscular frame, taking in his strong, broad shoulders and the way his jeans rested low on his hips. He wore a simple cotton shirt, open at the throat and dark brown cowboy boots and the attire was so incongruous with his surroundings, so completely different from the Chase I’d seen the other night, that even though he looked like he was born wearing these clothes, it made me curious as to what he was really all about. As if sensing my thoughts, he looked up at me with a smile as he rummaged in a desk drawer.
“I run a ranch during the week; the club is my home on the weekends. Or at least the city is; I have a condo nearby. It saves me the long drive in the middle of the night back to the country.”
A rancher and a BDSM club owner? Really?
“How did you end up here?” I waved my hand around his office.
He motioned to a chair pulled up in front of his desk. “Well, that’s a long story.”
“I have time,” I replied without hesitation.
Nodding, he waved to the seat in front of me. “Well then, take a seat.”