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She
shuffled through another few cards, kept the one with the paddle on it and the
one with the spreader bar. She hesitated at one and he leaned down to get a
closer look.

Damn!
One woman, two men, one with his cock in her ass, the other with his shaft in
her mouth, with vibrating clothespins attached to her nipples. Reulas was
right. This woman was made for him. He’d looked for someone like her for a very
long time. Good thing this was just for tonight. If his instincts were right,
more
playtime
and he risked becoming addicted to her.
And that would be a huge mistake. Every sub he played with knew the rules from
the beginning. No strings. One session or twenty, when he was through, it was
over. No expectations. He had the uncomfortable feeling it wouldn’t be that
easy with Kelly LeBlanc.

He
watched her go through the cards once again, setting the ones she preferred to
avoid in one pile, those that she’d selected in another. She handed the rest of
the deck to him.

“I
hope my selections please you, Sir.”

Oh,
yeah. Damn straight.

But
he went through the process of thumbing through them once more before nodding
his head. He gave a quick glance through the ones she’d rejected, nodded again,
then
went through the rest of the cards. There was
little he rejected, but as much for show as anything he selected some of the
harshest ones left and put them to the side. Then he handed her his own
choices. He forced himself to be patient as she looked them over one by one.
Every muscle in his body tightened and heat raced over his skin as he watched
for her reaction.

* * * *

She
silently studied them, eyes widening when she saw the drawing of the ball gag
and the hood. Two items she’d never been completely comfortable with using
before with other Doms. But she’d been coming to Club Fantasy for a long time.
Reulas knew how much she could tolerate. She had to trust that Tanner Sloat
knew it also and would use the items he’d chosen as a responsible Dom. She made
no comment, just let out a slow breath and handed everything back to him.

“If
there is anything I picked that you strongly object to,” he said, “this is the
time to tell me. Otherwise I’ll match up our choices and tell Reulas we’re
ready.” Actually, he was more than ready.

“I’m
fine with the selections.” She paused.
“Master.”

“I’ll
need to show Reulas the cards so he can make sure we have all the proper
equipment. Once we’re in the performance area, on the stage, he’ll do the
introductions.”

She
rose with a fluid, graceful movement. Tanner headed back into the lounge area,
very conscious of her behind him. He hoped when the night was over he could be
satisfied with the pleasure and not want anything else. He just didn’t do
attachments.
At all.
Not anymore.

Chapter Two

The
performance area was to the right of the lounge, surrounded by a half-wall of
glass so everyone had an unobstructed view. Kelly waited, head bowed, hands
clasped behind her back, while Tanner had a long conversation with Reulas. It
eased her unexpected anxiety that he took the time to check both their choices
with the club owner. In the email Reulas had said Tanner was a responsible Dom,
but now she saw for herself that the man was double checking everything.

Then he
led her to the stage, placing her in the center, murmuring softly, “I will take
good care of you, sub.”

And
even not knowing him, she believed him.

She
stood on display for the crowd gathered behind the glass, battling a cross
between nerves and anticipation. Excitement shivered over her skin like little
charges of electricity, her nipples tingled and tiny spasms gripped the muscles
in the walls of her cunt. Her pulse beat harder and her breathing hitched.
Would he push her as close to the edge as she needed? Push her too close? No,
she didn’t think at this point in her sexual life there was such a thing as too
close. Certainly not with this man, who pushed every sensual trigger in her
body.

“Remove
your clothes,” he ordered. “Slowly, so the audience can enjoy each part of your
body as you reveal it. But leave the boots on.”

Kelly
wasn’t surprised. What was it with Doms and naked women and thigh high boots,
anyway?

“
Feet
apart,
” he
commanded. “Reulas is going to explain to the audience what we’
re
doing
.
”

Before
she’d dressed tonight, in anticipation of what she would be asked to do, she’d
rubbed lotion into every inch of her skin including her freshly waxed pussy. A
spotlight from the high ceiling bathed her in a golden halo. She deliberately
took her time undressing, holding out each piece as she removed it then letting
it drop to the floor.

 
As she removed her clothes, one item at a
time, she spotted the flare of heat in Tanner’s pale grey eyes, a light he
quickly banked, but it sent a thrill curling through her to know she’d put that
heat there. Perhaps he wasn’t as controlled and unaffected as he appeared.

A
table containing a display of various toys and other items was wheeled across
the stage as Reulas took his place in front of the stage, holding a wireless
mic and the selections from the deck. As each item was used or each act
performed, he would hold up the card for people to see.

“Tanner
Sloat, a special guest tonight, has brought us a new game to introduce to the
patrons of Club Fantasy.” He held up the cards. “It’s called
Cut
the Cards. Couples who opt to play this game will have a new deck of cards
signed out to them. Each person goes through the deck, keeps the ones picturing
the activities and positions they accept, discards the others, then the two
compare their choices.”

“Who
makes the decision if one person chooses something the other person discarded?”

 
“It’s all negotiation,” Reulas told him.
“Just like every D/s relationship. Everything is negotiable for the comfort
zone of both parties before the session begins. Tanner and I discussed this as
a good way for Doms and subs who have never played together to learn each
other’s personal tastes. It’s also a great way to spice up longstanding
relationships. Kelly LeBlanc, a favorite of many of you, graciously accepted
the invitation to perform with Tanner tonight. Right here on this stage he will
bring her to a tremendous climax, for your visual enjoyment. As you can see,
she is prepared and ready to play. So let the game begin.”

She
realized that Reulas had stopped speaking and Tanner was approaching her. He
lifted two things from the table and for a moment she caught her breath. Then
she forced herself to relax. Whenever she’d accepted the use of the hood, soft
leather that zipped behind her head, she’d had to battle a feeling of
suffocation. But if she was to push herself out of her sexual comfort zone this
would have to be one of the things she accepted so she’d left the card in their
pile. From the look in Tanner’s eyes when he approached her it appeared to be
one of his favorite accessories. In his other hand he held a ball gag by the
straps that held it in place.

He
stopped directly in front of her, his slate grey eyes boring into hers.

“I
need your safe word.” His voice was low, rumbling through her like a wave of
heat. The timbre of it made her pussy drip.

“Snakes.”

His
eyes widened a fraction.
“Snakes?”

She
dipped her head a fraction. “I hate snakes.”

One
corner of his mouth kicked up in a half-smile. “
Then we
’ll have to be sure we don’t
expose you to any.” He lifted the hood. “I’m going to put this on you now. I
noticed your hesitation with the card. If you’d rather I not use this, here’s
your last chance to tell me.”

Kelly
couldn’t say why but she sensed she could trust this man completely. She’d had
one very bad experience being hooded and since then just the idea edged her
toward panic. But although she had just met Tanner Sloat he made her feel she could
trust him implicitly. And an unexplained surge of desire to submit to him
coaxed her to let him do whatever he wanted to her body.

“Put
it on,” she said at last. “I trust you.”

He
gave her a long
look
,
then
nodded.

“Reulas
said full sensory deprivation frightens you, so he selected a hood with
openings for the eyes, the nostrils, and the mouth. It provides the feel of
restriction but still allows you to see and to breathe easily.”

“Thank
you, Sir,” she whispered.

Her
clit was already throbbing even though neither the man nor any of the objects
had touched it. Her cunt was so wet she could smell her own scent. Tanner’s
nostrils
flared,
an indication that he caught it also.

“Hands
behind your back,” he ordered.

With
infinite gentleness he tucked her hair behind her ears then slid the hood
carefully over her head. For one brief moment, she panicked. He paused.

“Just
breathe, sub. If it’s too much, say your safe word.”

“I’m
okay,” she murmured, and suddenly she was.

He
dipped his head in acknowledgment, settled the hood in place and closed the
zipper at the back.

“Breathe.”

She
did, and the edge of anxiety was replaced by a craving for whatever he had in
mind. Now she just wanted him to get on with it.

“Ball gag.”
He lifted it to show her. “Open your mouth.”

The
moment she did he placed a round ball on her tongue. When she bit down on it
she was surprised to discover it was soft, made of a jellylike substance.

“
I
don
’t like the hard
ones except in certain circumstances.” He fastened the straps firmly at the
back of her head. “This is our first time together, so I selected a hood that
allows you to see and breathe, and a gag that will stifle your screams to a
certain extent yet permit you to utter your safe word if necessary. I want you
to trust me, sub.”

And,
without reason, she did. Reulas would not have put them together otherwise. She
nodded to tell him she understood.

“Next
card,”
Reulas said.
“Manacles, so the sub is held
firmly in place during the pleasure of the punishment.”

An
assistant lifted a large crosspiece from the table and screwed the base into
the stage. Tanner guided Kelly’s hands to the cuffs that dangled from the bar,
securing them around her wrists.

“Spread
your legs,” he instructed.

When
she did he fastened cuffs around her ankles. She was now effectively
restrained,
legs spread wide, arms outstretched, unable to
move in any direction. Her pulse galloped at the anticipation of what would
come next.

“
Butt
plug.
” Through the
openings in the hood she saw Reulas display the card as he spoke. “Since she is
a new sub with Tanner we have chosen a medium size plug for this evening.” He
looked to the right where the assistant waited. “Stage, please.”

The
man pressed a button in the wall and the stage rotated so her back was to the
audience. Now she could no longer see Tanner, only her reflection in the glass
wall. The image of her with the hood and the ball gag startled her but it also
stimulated her in a way she’d never expected. She was spread and manacled,
exposed to everyone watching, and aroused beyond any expectations. In the glass
that enclosed the performance area she caught the image of Tanner behind her,
one hand smoothing over her ass, the strokes both calming and exciting. He
trailed his fingers through the hot crease, up and down, finally pausing to
press one fingertip against the puckered opening of her anus.

Focused
on his reflection, she watched him move his head closer, close enough that she
could hear him through the hood.

“I’m
going to lube you up really good.” He was close enough that she could feel his
body heat against her back and her ass. He spoke just loud enough for her to
hear him but not the audience. “When I cause you pain, it won’t be this way.”

She
shivered with anticipation, dipping her head once to acknowledge his words.
When he pressed his fingers against her again they were coated with a cool gel,
icy-hot against her sensitive tissues. He stroked his wet fingers through the
crease, around her opening and finally slipped one finger into her rectum,
rubbing her inner tissues. She gave a slight sound of protest when he withdrew
his touch but then he was back, more lube, this time using two fingers.
And then a third, rubbing and stretching her to prepare her for the
play.
She was panting with need by the time the tip of the plug pushed
against her opening.

Tanner
separated her cheeks with one strong hand while with the other he slowly pushed
the plug inside. Its surface was pebbled, each little bump like an electric
stimulation.

“Breathe,”
he reminded her.
“In and out.”

And
then it was fully seated, filling her completely. She clenched the cheeks of
her buttocks around it but with her legs spread apart it was hard to get any
pressure. Tremors raced through the walls of her cunt and spread throughout her
body. He had barely done anything to her and she was already trembling with
need.

Vaguely
she heard Reulas telling something else to the crowd, but she was already so
stimulated she couldn’t pay attention to him. She just waited for the next
stage in the performance. Whip? Paddle?
Vibrator?
The
idea of any of them ramped up a need already spiraling out of control.

What
was it about tonight? She’d been through this before, a performance for the
members and guests. Okay, the hood was new, but the restraints were not.
Or the plug.
Or anything else in the
cards.
So what was the extra factor here? It had to be the man himself.
Tanner Sloat radiated so much masculine appeal, so much sex, that she’d been on
the verge of climax from the moment Reulas introduced them.

Relax.
Breathe. Think of something else.

But
it was damn hard when, from the first moment she’d seen him, she’d been willing
to do almost anything he asked of her.
Almost.

She
closed her eyes, reaching for some measure of control. A good sub didn’t give
in to her body’s demands until her Master gave her permission. She wasn’t about
to embarrass either Reulas or Tanner—or herself—by letting an unbidden climax
roll through her. She drew in a deep breath, let it out, and focused on what
was happening.

Her
eyes flew open, however, at the touch of Tanner’s fingers on her pussy. He
stroked the length of her slit, up and down, before giving her clit a pinch.
She gasped and tried to rock into his hand but he moved it away. A motor hummed
and the stage revolved again so now she was once more facing the audience.

“I
had no idea how tempting and delicious you’d be,” he said in a low voice. “I
think we’ll finish the first half of the performance here and then take it to
someplace more private.”

Her
eyes widened. The ball gag prevented her from saying anything but her mind
whirled with ideas. Had she disappointed him in some way? There were cards both
of them had pulled that involved his cock in her mouth.
A
dildo in her pussy while he sucked her clit.
His shaft
between her breasts, rubbing until he climaxed and shot his cum all over them.
Why weren’t they going to do those things?

But
it wasn’t her place to ask. Besides, she could barely focus on what was
happening now. Especially when Tanner’s fingers were replaced by the touch of
metal, the pinch of a clit vibrator and thin spirals of electricity shocked
through her body. She was glad for the manacles because they were the only
things stabilizing her trembling body.