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“Whoa,” Julie whispered, and Paula looked down at her body. The top fit snugly around her breasts like a luxurious sports bra that left her midriff bare. The smooth, wide trousers accentuated her long legs, while the sewed-on coins jingled softly as she turned in an attempt to see her backside.
A knock on the door startled them, and as the only one dressed, Paula hurried over. “Hold on.” She opened the door a fraction and came face to face with Jackson.
“Don’t tell me you’re not ready yet,” he teased.
“I just have to get shoes on.” Paula felt compelled to explain, “I met Laura and Julie, and we talked a bit.”
Jackson smiled. “That’s okay. There are no shoes with the outfit, so you can come out now.”
“No shoes?” Paula didn’t believe he expected her to walk around barefoot.
“We’re not playing tonight, but I want you to experience a bit of the D/s dynamic.” He reached through the opening between the door and the doorframe and pulled her out. “First, I want you to use an honorific when you address a Dominant, Sir for a male and Mistress or Ma’am for a female. Second, you’reallowed to ask as many questions as you want, but you may not question my actions or decisions. In a regular relationship, the sub doesn’t question the Dominant’s decisions. She or he understands that the Dom is acting in the sub’s best interests. If you ever feel that I’m asking something that will cause you physical or emotional pain, you always have a safeword.”
Paula tried to swallow, but her mouth was dry all of a sudden. They’d started, and she didn’t like it already. “I— I?—”
“Tell me what’s wrong.”
“I can’t ask about the shoes?” It came out more a question than a statement.
He tilted his head, as if waiting for something.
Oh right.“Don’t ask about the shoes, Sir.”
He fisted her hair and took her mouth in a languid kiss that had her panties dampening in seconds. Damn, his kisses were potent.
He pulled away from her mouth. “Nicely done.” He smiled down at her. “You look stunning in this outfit. This time, I’ll answer you. It’s club rule that subs are either barefoot or in high heels.” The way he took in her body and lingered on the bare strip of skin between the top and the pantaloons made her nipples harden and tingle.
“Tonight I want you close to me. I want to be able to touch you at all times.” He tipped her head further back. “Since you’re not allowed to play, I won’t punish you for infractions, but I will be disappointed if you don’t follow my orders.” He kissed her exposed neck, and she thought her legs would give out if he hadn’t been holding her. “You don’t want to disappoint me, do you, Paula?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good, girl,” he whispered, and with a brief kiss, he turned them both so they were facing the door. “Let’s go.”
As he led her through the hall, he explained how four university friends had founded the club and that the building had belonged to a relative of one of the founders. “James and Chris did the remodeling. It was one of BlackSmith Construction’s first jobs. Downstairs, we have the locker rooms, dining area, and the main room with the bar. Upstairs are theme and private rooms. We’ll start at the bar for a drink, and after that, we’ll explore a bit. I want you to tell me about the scenes you see and what you like and dislike about each.”
Paula opened her mouth to explain that she wasn’t comfortable with the whole talk about BDSM scenes, but she remembered his earlier words‘You don’t want to disappoint me, do you, Paula?’Somehow, that seemed even worse than talking about people hurting other people.
She managed a “Yes, Sir,” before falling into stunned silence as the main room came into view.
Kneeling next to Henry Cole was an older man she knew quite well. Her jaw dropped as she realized that Lincoln Andrews, one of the most respected criminal attorneys in the city, was sitting in a submissive pose.
This was the same man who had police officers sweating profusely when they had to testify in a case against one of his clients. She hadn’t realized Henry was gay, although she’d suspected it about Lincoln. She sure hadn’t seen the BDSM coming.
“Stop staring and keep walking, Paula,” Jackson admonished, and she followed him toward the bar.
Jackson greeted Henry but didn’t address Lincoln. Paula studied the man. He looked more relaxed than she’d ever seen him and perfectly content in his position.
How strange.
It was like Jackson and Henry didn’t pay attention to her and Lincoln, but then she’d noticed Henry’s hand at the backof Lincoln’s head and she became aware that Jackson had one hand placed on her upper leg. She looked away from the kneeling man and noticed a mirror at the back of the bar, and Jackson was watching her while he talked with Henry.
She felt better immediately.
The bartender came over to them. “Jackson, you’ve brought a lovely lady with you. Is she active in the lifestyle?” he asked after greeting them.
“Scott, meet Paula.” Jackson leaned back a bit to let them both shake hands. “Paula, this is Scott. You can usually find him behind the bar during the first hours after opening. Scott helped me get my life together after my service and introduced me to Club Indigo. He counsels vets and others with PTSD in his professional life and switches in the lifestyle.”
“Switch? Do you alternate between normal and kinky or something?” Paula couldn’t stop herself from asking.
