Page 10 of Blinded
“Sandra?” Will threw a nonchalant gaze over his shoulder. “No, she isn’t mine. I negotiated a scene with her tonight. I enjoyed playing with her, but I’m more interested in her friend, Ruby.” Will indicated the group of women, where a woman with piercings and spiked multicolored hair hugged the brunette. GT looked over at the women and got his first good look at the face of the jujun'na. What the –?
“Did you say, Sandra? Sandra Duncan?” GT exclaimed, thankful for the loud music. He hadn’t intended to shout her name.
“Uhm, I don’t know her last name.” Will looked puzzled. “Do you know her?”
“I think I do. Would you excuse me?” GT didn’t wait for the other man’s reply.
Argumentative, bossy Sandra is submissive. Not just a sub but also a member of Club Indigo AND interested in bondage. Why hadn’t he noticed her before, and how did her two personas coexist? So many questions and only one way to get the answers. He was intrigued by the feisty woman, who submitted so sweetly to Will a little while ago. Sandra’s friend – hadn’t Will called her Ruth or something? – noticed him first and locked eyes with him. He crossed his arms. It wasn’t submissive behavior. He kept walking up to them, his gaze boring into the tattooed and pierced woman. When he was three steps away, she finally dropped her gaze and nudged Sandra. Good. What was it with these women and the need to challenge him? Well, Will could have the inked one, he preferred the ‘good girl next door’ vibe Sandra radiated.
“Sandra, do you have a moment?” he directly addressed the brunette. Sandra slowly turned his way, and he had to bite back a smile as her eyes widened when she recognized him.
“Dr. Lew – ah,” she faltered, apparently recognizing she shouldn’t use his last name. He used her momentary state of confusion to grasp her arm and pull her away from the other submissives. For about ten steps, Sandra followed him meekly, then her brain kicked in, and she came to a sudden halt. He almost lost his grip, but he held on to her arm and turned to face her.
“Hello, Sandra,” he said with a smirk. “What a wonderful surprise to meet you here. I’m Greg, GT to my friends. I’d like it if you would call me GT, but Sir would be even better.”
Her eyes blazed, and she took in a big gulp of air. Before she could utter a word, GT calmly stated, “I don’t think you want to cause a scene, do you?” She let out her breath with a whoosh and shook her head. “Looks like we’re going to see each other again after all,” he said as he allowed a lazy grin to soften his features. He couldn’t believe how happy he was running into her, and doing so at Club Indigo had his mind reeling. To discover she was submissive and interested in Kinbaku? It opened so many possibilities he longed to explore with her.
Meanwhile, Sandra tried to pull out of his grip without making a spectacle out of it. “Let go of me,” she whisper-shouted with all the venom of a spitting cobra.
He perused her lazily and shook his head. “No, I want to hold onto you for a long time. Preferably with ropes, but my hands or cuffs would work fine, too.”
“I don’t think so,” Sandra hissed. “If you don’t let go of me, I’ll call red, and then you’ll be known as the Dom who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Do you really want that reputation?”
“Why would you do that?” He dropped her arm and they stood inches away from each other, breathing hard.
“Because I don’t want anything to do with you. You’ve been an asshole since the moment we met.” Sandra folded her arms over her chest and glared at him.
“Woman, can’t you let go of the past and give me a chance?” he asked in a soft voice.
“Why should I? You were a pain in my ass for weeks, and I was hoping never to see you again.”
He smiled wickedly. “Pity for you, we’re both members of this club, and we’re going to see each other often.” Right then and there, GT decided to adapt his work schedule to allow more frequent visits to Club Indigo.
Sandra smiled politely as she listened to Mr. Markowitz drone on about the ballot initiative for Medicaid expansion. Mr. Markowitz was a local lobbyist, and although she agreed with the need for it, Sandra had trouble concentrating on his words tonight. This was her second Saturday away from Club Indigo, and she couldn't help wondering what she was missing. Without a doubt, it had to be more interesting than the conversations floating around the table where Sandra was seated. The only reason she had agreed to attend was because her dad was giving a speech, and she knew how nervous he was.
Sandra nodded and made the appropriate noises to Mr. Markowitz, but she allowed her mind to drift off. She was in Club Indigo, and a new Dom had approached her. Sandra was kneeling on the floor in a submissive pose, with her knees spread wide. A masculine hand landed on her head, and at his whispered, "Good girl," she rubbed her head against his hand like a contented kitten, eliciting a low chuckle from him.
"Beautiful Sandra, tonight I'm going to bind you for my pleasure." His voice held a note of dark promise and molten want, and Sandra reveled in the knowledge he wanted her. Although she played with several Doms at Club Indigo, none of them were more than casual connections.
"Close your eyes, baby." Sandra obeyed the command and shuddered as he looped the first coarse rope under her breasts.
"Ever been suspended, Sandra?"
She shook her head, and her eyes popped open. She'd seen Julie suspended by Mitch several times, but the Asian woman was tiny. Her startled reaction got another laugh from him. "Not tonight." He chuckled. "Someday, though." A finger touched her temple. "Close your eyes again." She did as he told. "Enjoy," he whispered, and his breath tickled her ear. Sandra relaxed as he completed the arm and breast harness and continued with her legs. The ropes around her torso felt snug and a bit abrasive, like a five o'clock stubble against her skin. She liked the feeling and the helplessness of being bound.
Sandra allowed herself to drift off into subspace as the bonds around her body tightened and multiplied. With every circle of rope, he took away more movement and gave freedom. The freedom to be, to feel and to enjoy. The freedom to drop all pretenses.
"You look a bit overheated, my dear. Do you need to go outside for a moment?" Mr. Markowitz's question startled Sandra, and she pressed her hands against hot cheeks.
"Umm, thank you, sir. I … If you'll excuse me?"
As Sandra rushed to the lady's room, she caught her mother's disapproving glare. She’d have to be quick to get away without a lecture at the end of the night.
This is the second week Sandra hasn’t shown up. Did I come on too strong and scare her away? GT wandered through Club Indigo too agitated to sit. He’d talked briefly with Lynn, Paula and Jim, but other than that it was a wasted night. He could have played with a submissive, but he didn’t want just any girl in his ropes. He wanted Sandra.
He passed Ruby and Will, who were sitting at the bar, and he halted as he overheard Ruby talking. “No, Sandra isn’t about to stop coming to Club Indigo. She had a cold last weekend and a family thing she couldn’t get out of tonight.”
“That’s good. It’s unlike her to be gone two weeks in a row so I wondered.” Will sounded pleased.
