A Betty's Pledge: Volume One (14 page)

“So . . .” I began, pointing at the chairs and then gesturing toward the glass, not
really able to formulate a full sentence.

“Yup,” Diane said, understanding my stunted charades. “And on Sunday, you’ll be observing
a BDSM scene with one of our mated couples who live the lifestyle. It can be kind
of hardcore, and we ask all the Pledges who’ve noted some interest to see it before
they venture into that kind of thing. What is portrayed in a lot of the popular books
out there nowadays isn’t exactly accurate, and this couple is very . . .
proficient . . .
at it.”

“Really? Have I met them?”

“Um, yeah. Any guesses on who they are?”

“I have no idea.”

“You’d be surprised at who is into what around here.” I laughed, following Diane as
she turned to leave. I couldn’t help but glance back at the couple before she flicked
out the lights.

The First Experience

~ Madeline Cain ~

“I think you’ll fit in just fine with us,” Diane said as we left the Observation Deck.

“Yeah, you’ve said that before. By the way, you haven’t told me exactly
how
Isaac and I broke the rules last night.”

“Well, there is no play outside of invitations for a Betty and her Consort. That is
strictly forbidden.”

“Why? We’re all adults. So what if I want to do it on my own time?”

“That’s not what this program is about, Mady.” Diane scolded me, her firm voice from
last night making a stern reappearance. “If you want to go around fucking the world,
you can do that on your own time outside the Grant Mansion. I’ve already told you
that the scheduling is for not only your training, but for your protection as well.
We need to know who you are with and when, to keep us all safe. It may seem like overkill,
but we have done it this way for decades now and are not changing because you and
Isaac want to get frisky in a bathroom.”

“Okay, all right,” I said, holding my hands up, palms forward, trying to make light
of it. “No getting busy with Wilson, got it.”

“Who’s getting busy with Wilson?” a male voice asked from behind us, and we both turned
to find the sailor from last night walking toward us. Nate, Diane’s partner. No, more
like strutting toward us, like he thought his jock was too big for his strap. Out
of his costume, Nate was still good looking. The shirt he wore was just like any other
T-shirt a guy our age would wear, except it was tight on his biceps, accentuating
his strong arms. My weakness.

“Hey, baby,” Diane crooned, melting into his open arms and placing a small peck on
his thick neck.

“Beautiful,” Nate replied, giving me a small wink as he kissed Diane’s cheek.

“Mady, this is Nate. I don’t think you two properly met last night.”

“Hi,” I said, giving him a small wave and smile in greeting.

“Hey.” Nate wrapped his arms around Diane’s waist and began nuzzling her neck.

“I asked him to join us, Mady, because I want to talk to you about something,” Diane
said as she smacked Nate playfully, making him pull back and give me another covert
wink. I giggled. “That is, if Mister Horn-dog here would leave me be.”

“Impossible, baby,” Nate said, giving Diane a little swat on her bottom.

She glared at him as she grabbed my hand, leading me down the hallway toward the door
of another playroom. The room was the same one I had done my trial in, and I immediately
felt more comfortable in it for some reason.

“Sit,” Diane said, gesturing toward the bed as Nate took a seat on the white couch
by the fireplace. “Let’s talk for a minute, Mady. I know Mina told you that all questions
are to be directed through me. I know she also told you that you were paired with
me for a reason. You mentioned that you were interested in having a sexual encounter
with a woman, correct?”

I nodded as I felt a slight blush color my cheeks.

“Well, that happens to be something I’m interested in as well . . . if you want.”

I glanced at Nate quickly, noticing his relaxed posture. He had his arms spread wide
on the back of the couch, one leg resting at the knee of his other, and a wide smile
on his mouth as he listened to Diane’s spiel.

“Um, all right,” I said. I hesitated, not because I didn’t want to try being with
a woman, or that I didn’t want to be with Diane. She was fucking gorgeous and would
make any woman consider doing a pitch hit, but I didn’t know how well I’d do with
being watched.

“That’s something you’ll have to get used to, Mady,” Diane said, correctly assessing
my apprehension. “Like I said, voyeurism is a huge part of the lifestyle here. You’ll
watch and be watched. I know it may be hard to get used to at first, but it really
makes it more . . .
intriguing
if you just let yourself go.”

“Okay . . . I’ll try.”

“Good.” Diane moved to stand behind Nate as they both gave me a furtive look. She
began rubbing his shoulders in slow, sensuous motions, looking up at me from under
her long lashes. My blood began to heat and I started to feel my palms sweat just
a little.

“I believe it is safe to assume that you’ve had inadequate lovers in the past,” Diane
said as she leaned over and kissed Nate on his neck. His hands automatically reached
around her head and caressed her silken tresses.

“What makes you assume that?” I watched them closely, admiring their obvious hunger
for one another.

“Well,” Diane said as she began to walk toward me, taking a seat next to me on the
bed. “You’ve stated in your profile that you have only climaxed five times, and all
by your own hand. And I doubt that whatever man you were with was watching you do
it, taking a tutorial on how to please his woman.”

I scoffed at that, eliciting a little giggle from Diane.

“What douche kinda guy were you with, Mady?” Nate asked. “It should have been his
top priority to please you.”

“Agreed,” Diane added, looking at Nate with a sly smile. I noticed her hands rubbing
up and down her thighs as she looked at him, displacing the fabric so that I could
see a little more of her upper leg.

“If you learn anything here, Mady, it will be that you deserve to be pleasured.”

I saw nothing but sheer determination in her eyes as she said that and I didn’t understand
why she felt the need to be so adamant. She must have sensed my confusion.

“I’m serious, Mady. Your pleasure is important. It is what will make you feel calm
and balanced, cared for and desired. It will make you feel sexy, powerful. Give you
that extra edge when you need it, and it will make you feel understood by the person
who is willing to care enough to learn what pleases you. And if all of that isn’t
enough, it could be the one thing in this world that can make all of your stresses
seem manageable. A properly educated man could hold the key to not only our heart,
but our sanity.”

“Or a woman, in this case,” Nate added, and I spared him one glance before I looked
back at Diane.

“I want to show you what I mean, Mady,” Diane said, leaning into me more. I held my
hands up, palms forward.

“What about the whole invitation thing,” I said, not wanting to be kicked out for
violating another policy or procedure. “Don’t we have to do this formally or some
shit?”

Diane and Nate laughed. “It’s different for us, Mady,” Diane said. “Nate and I are
the only ones who can play with you when we want. It’s one of the privileges of being
your Dame. But we will always be together and I won’t let you have sex with my man.
That part of him is just for me.”

“Okay,” I said, becoming nervous. I didn’t know how to proceed. Bringing my hands
to my lap, I squelched the butterflies in my stomach and tried to focus on the thrill
of it all. Diane seemed to understand my nervousness and put her hand in mine. I went
stiff suddenly on instinct, and Diane jumped right in with her coaching.

“This is just about feeling, Mady. I know it’s your first time, both with a woman
and being watched. You set the pace, show me how far you want to go.” She positioned
herself closer to me as she said this, and I could literally feel the heat coming
off her body and melting into mine.

I knew that I could do this. I knew that I wanted to do this. It was just going to
take me a little while to get started. Especially knowing that her boyfriend was sitting
across the room, staring at every dude’s fantasy.

Diane’s fingertips touched the curve of her own breast and slowly moved along her
neckline, lingering on the skin by her collarbone. She caressed herself, letting her
fingertips dance along her silken flesh as if she were showing me how she liked to
be touched.

“Do you find me attractive, Mady?” she whispered as her head fell to the side, her
fingertips following the rounded trail between her supple breasts.

“Very.” I breathed, enthralled by her movements.

“Do you want to touch me?”

I nodded, unable to formulate words as my gaze followed her trailing fingers down
to the buttons on her blouse. Each small button came undone and her shirt parted,
revealing her bare breasts.

“Where, Mady? You can touch me anywhere you’d like.”

“I-I,” I muttered, my mouth going suddenly dry. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen
a woman topless. Far from it, actually. It was just the first time I’d ever wanted
to put my mouth on a breast before. The first time I wanted to touch a woman intimately,
making her pleasure
my
top priority.

“It’s okay, Mady. It’s all right to be nervous. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s only
me and Nate here, and he doesn’t bite.”

I could hear Nate make some kind of feral growling sound from the couch. “Well, he
won’t bite
you
, at least.”

I felt my face heat and my fingertips shake as I slowly reached my hand to her. I
touched her with the faintest of contact, fluttering my fingers across her skin, watching
as her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. The room was silent except for
the pounding of my heart in my head, but I felt my determination bolster as the softness
of her skin registered.

She was silk and satin, and the way her breasts heaved at my touch made my mouth moisten
from the Sahara it’d been. Slowly, my fingertips drifted downward, not really touching
her, just kind of grazing, barely giving me a hint of this sensuous woman. It was
incredibly erotic being that close to her but not fully touching, almost like she
was some kind of forbidden fruit I couldn’t take until told it was all right to do
so.

“Touch me, Mady,” Diane whispered. “Feel my body and show me how you want to be touched.”

At her words, I moved my body closer to hers. I dropped my hands and placed them on
either side of her hips on the bed, bringing me closer to her as she smiled seductively.
She arched her back, presenting her beautiful chest to me like an offering. Our legs
were touching as I leaned into her, bringing my mouth closer and closer. I heard Diane
gasp as my mouth descended, and I glanced up through my lashes to meet her eyes. Lust,
passion, and heat exchanged between us, and while keeping my eyes fixed on her, I
flicked out my tongue to tease her plump nipple.

“Mmm,” Diane moaned, and I could hear Nate shifting on the couch. Only using my tongue,
I teased and licked her nipple until it was nice and taut for me.

Before I fully took her in my mouth, I noticed her watching what I was doing. Her
head was lolled to the side as she watched, her hair spilling down her side like a
silken curtain. I wrapped my lips around her, and started to suck and tease until
she was moaning.

I liked the way her nipple felt on my tongue, liked how it tickled on the skin of
my lips as I ran them across her teasingly. I liked how responsive it was to my touch,
puckering and rounding for me.

I wondered idly as I sucked her why the men I’d been with just skimmed over this part
without paying their due homage.

Diane had the most perfectly proportioned body, her nipples just the right sized beads
for my mouth. Her breasts were large and firm, the skin looked soft and supple. I
just had to feel.

Repositioning myself so that my leg was bent on the bed, I reached a hand up and grasped
her neglected breast, massaging her flesh in my palm. Diane’s head fell back as I
worked her, and I inwardly smiled knowing that I was bringing this beautiful woman
pleasure.

“God, Mady,” Diane said, lifting her head so that she could look at me. “You sure
you’ve never done this before?”

“No,” I breathed, blowing the air across her wetted skin.

“Mmm,” Diane groaned, and I smiled before my tongue snaked out and teased her even
further. I felt her hand reach for my knee, rubbing the skin there back and forth
as I continued my work. I didn’t know how far she wanted to go with this little experiment—I
didn’t even know how far I was willing to go—but I knew I didn’t plan on stopping
anytime soon.

My hands traveled from her breasts toward her neck, and when she looked at me again
this time, I pulled her face down toward me and kissed her fully. Our tongues and
lips danced and mingled, leaving us panting and me aching to go even deeper.