Page 96 of His to Teach
“Then let’s go in.”
It doesn’t matter how many times I come to Club Wyld, I’ll always feel a thrill when I walk through the heavy wooden entry door. It’s the promise that just beyond that door, every forbidden desire can be fulfilled. And that Nate will be there right at my side, enjoying it with me.
We’ve spent a lot of time here since Nate gave up his teaching position for me. Though we both enjoy the privacy of Nate’s house, there’s something the club gives us that we just can’t get anywhere else. Maybe it’s the acceptance of every other patron, the visible reminder that we’re part of a community, that the love and respect we show each other in this lifestyle exists among others as well. We generally visit at least one weekend night, and often several weekday nights as well. By now the staff is familiar with me, as are many of the other patrons. I feel comfortable in this space in a way I never could have imagined that first night I walked in alone.
Tonight will be my first night as a full member. When the acceptance letter came, there was pride in Nate’s eyes. I just feltrelief. Becoming a member is the best way I know to ensure he never has to live this part of his life alone again.
“Nathan,” Philip says, approaching us with his ever-present glass of whiskey in hand. “Harper. It’s so lovely to see you.” He leans in to kiss my cheek and Nate’s hand tightens on mine. Philip is about the only person in the world he’ll allow to get so close to me, and even this sets off his jealous streak. I squeeze his hand back, letting him know I’m here with him and no one else.
Philip fixes his gaze on me. “Feeling nervous?”
“A little.” I glance up at Nate. I know we’re going to try something new tonight but his steady gaze helps me to relax.
“Nothing happens unless you want it to,” he reminds me.
I manage a grin. “I definitely want.”
Nate grins and Philip laughs. “Have fun, you two. Maybe I’ll see more of you later.” He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and I feel a rush of heat come to my cheeks.
A whole lot of people are going to be seeing more of me. Very soon.
“Go into the dressing room,” Nate tells me, leading me in that direction. “There’s a wardrobe with your name on it. Put on what you find inside and nothing else. Then meet me in the hall.”
I nod, swallowing hard, and he kisses my cheek. “It’s going to be fun.”
His assurance doesn’t do much to stop my hands from shaking as I open the wardrobe door. Inside I find only a short, black silk robe. That’s all I’ll be wearing when I leave this room. And I know I won’t have even that protection for long.
Tonight, Nate is putting me on display.
I try to still the beating of my heart as I undress quickly. I want so badly to please him, to impress his friends. It will be the first time they truly see me in action as his submissive and I know that my behavior, my performance, will reflect on him. The thought of disappointing him makes me feel sick.
I step into the hall, my eyes scanning the passing faces for Nate. I already feel exposed in the short robe. It barely covers my ass.
A gentle hand falls on my shoulder. “Relax, angel,” Nate whispers from behind me. “You’ll do wonderfully.”
I take a deep breath, letting his words, his confidence in me, sink deep into my core. I trust him so completely—when he speaks to me, when he commands me, I respond. I obey. Ithrive.
His fingers tighten on my shoulder. “Are you ready?”
As long as he stays beside me, I know that I am. “Yes, sir.”
He takes my hand, leading me into the first room. The room he showed me my very first night in the club. Once again, the dim space is filled with bodies, couples and small groups, the soft sounds of pleasure. I barely spare anyone a glance as I follow him to a fairly deserted corner.
There’s a small round platform set back from the blur of bodies and couples in the room. Nate stands before me, slowly unknotting the tie of my robe before peeling the silky fabric away from my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. I stand naked before him, naked before anyone who chooses to look in our direction.
He walks slowly around me, taking in my body, occasionally reaching out to trail a finger over my skin. I keep my eyes on the floor, silent, allowing him his inspection.
“You look lovely,” he finally murmurs. Then he pulls a length of black silk from his pocket and my heart begins to thud in earnest.
“Your safe word is red,” he says. “You may use it at any time, for any reason. I will always be close by. Do you understand?”
I swallow, knowing what’s coming next. “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He presses one kiss to my temple then places the blindfold over my eyes. The ends of the black silk hang far down my back, tickling my naked flesh. I can’t see a thing.
Nate helps me to step up on to the platform, holding my elbow as I kneel.
“Position, angel,” he reminds me and I clasp my hands to my elbows behind me, pushing my shoulders back and thrusting my chest forward. I open my legs, exposing myself, and direct my face to the platform on which I kneel. Nate must come behind me because I feel his fingers on my wrist and then he’s binding them together with a leather strap. I can feel the air shift when he steps away. I’m exposed now, blinded and bound, naked and on display.
