Blue Desire (2 page)

“Excuse
me,” said a man behind her. She moved to the side and looked up at him. Now
he
was her kind of man.
Broad shoulders.
Close-cropped dark hair,
a chiseled face.
He had a scar on his cheek, but rather than marring his
handsomeness, she thought it gave him character.
Carrying a
huge bag, probably full of toys, as if it were weightless.
A bit rude if he just wanted a better view, especially since he
could look right over Kat with ease.
But the man kept going after he got
to the edge of the circle and plunked the bag down next to the spanking bench.
Nice ass too.

“Got
enough toys in there, Darren?” the big man asked the
dom
.

“I
think so,” said Darren. “This little wench has been pushing my buttons all
evening, and so I think it’s time she got a serious punishment.”

So
he did figure it out. Although the “little wench” was grinning again, so maybe
that was part of her plan too.
Good for
you, sister.

“Lisa’s
has been pushing your buttons for over a year,” the big man amended. “And she
likes what she gets. Have fun, you two.”

“Thanks,
Brett,” Darren said as the other man turned around and walked back toward Kat.

Maybe I can snag that
one.
Brett, huh?

To
her surprise, Brett stopped and looked at her.
And offered
his hand.
“Hi. I’m Brett. I don’t think we’ve met.”

She
put his hand in his. “Katrina.” She was Kat in the band, always, so she’d be
Katrina here. His hand swallowed hers up for a moment, and then released it.
Big hands, firm handshake.
“We haven’t. Met, that is.
Nice to meet you.”

“I’ve
seen you around. Not sure why I haven’t introduced myself.”

A pickup line.
And bullshit.
Ah well, it was easier to love ’
em
and leave ’
em
when she didn’t respect them. Still, she couldn’t resist
throwing it back. “Don’t think so. I’ve never been here before.”

From
the look on his face, he was genuinely taken aback.
“Hmm.
Strange.
I’m sure I’ve seen you somewhere before.” His eyes narrowed.
For a moment Kat wondered if he recognized her from her career in music. Maybe
it hadn’t been just a line. He shrugged. “Sorry for my mistake. Are you with
someone?” As he asked the question, he looked her over. She felt his gaze on
her neck,
then
her hands, not the usual place men
looked. Maybe he was very good at disguising his interest in tits and legs.
Then she realized it was related to his question. No collar. No ring.

It depends
, she’d been about to
say. She usually liked to look around, scope a place out thoroughly. Play hard
to get and pique their interest, and then decide which
dom
she was interested in. But she had a feeling that
if she gave that answer, this one wouldn’t be interested in her ever again, and
if nothing else he was the best eye candy she’d laid eyes on in a long time.
“No, I’m not.”

“You
hesitate.”

“I
was deciding whether I liked you or not,” she said.

“Wait
to make up your mind after you get to know me. Come on, I’ll show you around.”

He
moved past her without waiting for her response. The man called Darren had
gotten out a paddle with a wooden handle and the rest flexible leather and had
smacked the purple-haired girl with it. The look on her face made Kat wonder if
maybe she’d gotten more than she bargained for. Either way, there wasn’t any
reason to keep watching. Kat turned and followed Brett. She noticed he didn’t
turn to see if she was following. He had confidence; she’d give him that. Or
maybe it was arrogance. He’d be a hard one to bend to her will. She was looking
forward to the challenge.

What
she wanted was a simple enough
scene
, not unlike
several she’d experienced before.
Some spanking or maybe a
flogger.
Oh no!
She’d play up
that she hated it, that she was enduring it for him. And then she’d get what
she wanted.
A nice tasty orgasm to reward her for being a
good girl, at someone’s hands rather than her own for a change.
Yeah, it
was all an act, but she didn’t feel guilty. She gave a
dom
what he wanted—a willing but reluctant victim.
They gave her what she wanted. They’d both have enough to build some fantasies
around later when he was alone with his fist or she with her vibe. She wasn’t
just a user of men. The using was mutual.

Brett
pointed to an older gentleman, whose leather vest had a star-shaped badge on
it, like some old western sheriff. “There’s Marty over there. He runs the
place. If you run into any trouble, he’s the one to go to. And if you yell out
the club safe word, he’ll come running. You know what it is?”

“Red,”
she said, pleased to have the answer. She looked at Marty doubtfully, wondering
what he could do against a man like Brett.

Maybe I should have
pretended ignorance
.
A lot of
doms
liked breaking in BDSM virgins. The way
she was dressed, she thought she could pose as one tonight.

“Good
girl. Have you been in the scene long?”

“No,”
she lied. “I told you it was my first time.”
Give him what he wants, and I’ll get what I want.
A
good deal all around.

He
fixed her with a stare that made her squirm. What about that wasn’t believable?
Was he hung up about her knowing the safe word? “I read books,” she said.
Didn’t everyone know what a safe word was these days, even if they weren’t
involved?

“I
bet you do,” he said. He took her hand and started walking. She walked with
him, two mincing steps to each of his long ones to create the illusion she was
having trouble keeping up.

“We’ve
got a couple of St. Andrew’s crosses, some bondage frames,
the
spanking bench you saw earlier. And that’s Carlotta up there suspended from the
ceiling. The ropes and pulleys are new.”

“Is
it safe?” It was an honest question. She didn’t want Carlotta to fall because
some guy was more concerned about “hot” than safe. But she also wanted to see
where Brett’s priorities lay.

“It’s
as safe as it can be. The ropes are checked by Marty every evening before he
lets anyone on, and he replaces them once a month. They could hold someone who
weighs up to seven hundred pounds, and the fixtures in the ceiling are rated
even higher. You’d have to pretty much destroy the building to get them down.”

“You
seem to know a lot about it.”

“I
helped him put them in the pulleys.”

Sounded like Brett had been around for a while.
She decided to
change the subject. How would a BDSM virgin put it? “Are you a Master?” she
asked. She already knew he was a
dom
—
there was no way he could be a sub. But most guys thought
Master was a hotter word. She did too, actually, even though she knew no man
would ever master her. It was safe to use a word like that just to be hot, if
you knew you weren’t ever going to want it to be taken seriously.

“I’m
a dominant, yes. I suspect you knew that.” He walked toward where the vendors
were,
the four tables in two groups of two. “We’ve got a
number of vendors too. Some evenings we have more. Malcolm makes some awesome
floggers. Alex over there has mostly things he’s found in stores that he’s bent
to more perverted uses. Glenda makes her own jewelry out of wire. She does
beautiful collars.”

Kat
nodded and looked around. Malcolm was a heavy, balding man who nodded at her as
she looked at the floggers. They were well made from what she knew. Her
experience was almost all on the receiving end, and she’d never owned one for
herself. Alex, as far as she could tell, had a collection of junk. Glenda was a
big woman, quite a contrast to the delicately woven wire jewelry she made. Kat
wistfully picked up a green-and-gold bracelet. Money was tight. Angus owed her
money—or the band did, anyway. But it was going to be hell to get it out of him,
and living in even a lousy hotel wasn’t cheap. Reluctantly, she set the
bracelet down. She was here to forget about all that.

“You
do lovely work,” she told Glenda. She got a gratified smile in response,
although not as big as she’d probably get if she’d backed up her compliment
with her wallet. She resolved to come back sometime.

She
nodded over at the empty table. There was a big bag stowed beneath it, not
unlike the one Brett had brought to Darren, but it was right next to Malcolm’s
table, and she presumed it belonged to him. “Someone didn’t show?”

Brett
smiled, amused by something. Glenda chuckled.
Now why was that funny?
“Most of the vendors like to play too.
Whosever it
is
is
probably on the
floor somewhere,” Brett said. “Maybe you can check back later.”

Malcolm
and Glenda exchanged amused glances.
Whatever
.
Kat nodded. It wasn’t like she’d be buying
anything right now anyway.

He
steered her away from the oblong vendor tables and toward a bunch of round
tables at one end of the room. People were talking there. One male sub knelt at
his Mistress’s feet, but most of the people were sitting on chairs. They could
be anywhere. Okay, there was more leather, and one woman’s breasts were bared,
but other than that, they could be sitting in a perfectly vanilla café. As Kat
got closer, she realized some of the people were arguing basketball, and the
others were discussing online role-playing games. There was a community here.
People belonged. And she most definitely didn’t. She was there to have some
fun. Maybe she’d be back, and maybe she wouldn’t. For a moment, she wished she
was part of the community.

But
to belong, she had to be herself. And she wasn’t, not really. She thought that
Kat was an act, and maybe she was, but this nice-girl blouse wasn’t her either.
Maybe Kat wasn’t a front so much as a facet. If she got a beer, walked over
there, twirled a chair around and straddled it backward, and jumped in, she
wouldn’t look like an attractive sub. She’d look like a tomboy, which she
totally was.

“I
could introduce you, if you’d like.”

“No,
thank you.” Well, that was awkward, but she didn’t want to meet everyone. Not
now, anyway. She sensed things weren’t going entirely well with Brett. There
had been a few moments where it felt like he could see right through her. But
she knew already she wouldn’t be satisfied with some other man at this point.
Brett was a challenge. She was going to conquer him. “How about you and I play
instead?” That didn’t sound like a BDSM virgin. “I mean you could show me what
this bondage stuff is all about.” She tried an eye flutter that she’d probably
vomit at if she saw any other woman do it. “I’ve been fascinated ever since I
read those books that everyone’s reading.”

His
eyes narrowed, as she’d expected. People in the scene didn’t always appreciate
the things writers got wrong about what they did. She waited for his mouth to
open and then said quickly, “I think there’s got to be something else to it,
you know? I want the real thing. Can you show me what it’s really like?”

“What
it’s really like? Well, the first thing to understand is that a
dom
likes his sub to tell him the
truth. And the second is that this Dom will punish you if you don’t. If you
don’t agree to that, there’s no point in playing.” He locked his gaze with
hers, and her heart sped up.
Could he tell if she told the
truth or not?
She’d been assuming it didn’t make much difference, that
he’d rather have a fantasy to reality anyway. But now she was almost certain
that if she lied while looking him in the eye, he’d know it instantly. And that
scared the hell out of her. The stories she weaved about herself were her armor
in a place like this, and without them she was naked.

“I
agree,” she said, trying to sound casual. It came out a breathless whisper.
Punishment sounded good. There was nothing like a hand smacking her butt or
even a flogger to set her mind free and take it away from her troubles.

“Well,
then, since you’re new to this, we’ll play very lightly.” Was that a smirk on
his face? “I’ve got all evening.”

Very
lightly?
She had to steer him
away from that thought. She wasn’t an edge player, but she wasn’t here to be
babied. Telling him it was her first time didn’t seem like such a great idea
anymore, but it was too late now. “We don’t have to play lightly. I’m generally
a jump-into-the-pool-with-both-feet
kinda
girl.
Dipping my toe in makes it take longer to acclimate.”

“Rule
three. Trust your Dom, and don’t try to top from below.
Especially
if you’re new.
I’ve been doing this for years, and I’ve played with
everything from experienced
submissives
to women who
are just dipping their toe in, as you said. I know what’s best for a new
submissive. And I know what’s best for you.”