Taking a deep breath, Jenna smiled and took the flowers. “Thank you, they’re beautiful. Let me put these in water and we can go.” She took the flowers to the kitchen and found a vase for them. Collecting herself, she took the flowers and vase back to the living room and Kyle.
“I’m ready.” She smiled at him.
He helped her with her jacket and, taking her keys from her, guided her out the door. Locking the door for her, he pocketed her keys and escorted her to a cute little sports car.
They went for dinner and had a great time talking and laughing. After dinner, they drove for a while and talked. They discovered that they both enjoyed being outdoors and had an interest in baseball and hockey. Kyle promised to take her to some of the home games. Finally, they parked in a spot overlooking the city lights and Kyle put the top on the car down..
Kyle pulled her into his arms and they cuddled, watching the lights. After what seemed like hours, Kyle turned her and kissed her, slowly building the heat. He slowly drifted one hand down and cupped her breast through her top, rubbing his hand over her nipple.
When he eventually broke the kiss, they were both breathless. “I better take you home,” he said with a sigh.
“I guess,” she answered breathlessly. Wow, she thought. They had spent hours together after that first night and had gone to dinner and gone driving several more times. Tonight he was taking her to the club.
Sadie was Jenna’s best friend. They were complete opposites. Jenna was tall and curvy and Sadie was short and petite, five foot nothing and ninety-eight pounds. Jenna felt like an Amazon next to her. Jenna had known Sadie for fifteen years, since middle school, and not even her mother knew her better. Kyle was what she needed, or so Sadie had told her. What Jenna had been looking for. Her man…Master…Sir.
Club de Fleurs was the name of the club Kyle was taking her to, and it was a BDSM club. This would be the first time Jenna had been to this type of club. Sadie had told her that it meant “club of flowers,” so called because the owner, Dave, had had a sub called Petal when he opened the club, and he named it after her.
In her eyes, Kyle was the perfect man, a little older than her and tall, six feet six inches, a full foot taller than her. Chiseled, he had a six-pack Jenna yearned to run her tongue over. With his black hair and dark-blue eyes, he was one yummy package that she would not mind eating. He must work out. Her idea of the perfect man in every way. He could have been a football player in high school, or maybe college. He had the build for it. She really didn’t know that much about his history, or his present, actually. She had no idea what he did for a living. Jenna did know he had a cute little sports car that had to have cost some big bucks, but she had no idea how he got it or what he did for money. He didn’t seem to want for anything. He paid for everything on their dates without batting an eye, not that they had done anything outrageous, but nothing seemed to sway him.
Jenna, on the other hand, was just a poor working girl. She worked in a medical office doing billing and barely made the bills each month. Her five-foot-six-inch frame could lose a few pounds and she needed to work out, but couldn’t afford the gym membership. She had mousy brown hair and deep green eyes. She had been told that her eyes were her best feature, but they were hidden behind glasses most of the time. Jenna had moved to Denver several years ago with her friend Sadie. She knew a few people from work, but didn’t have many close friends and mainly stayed home. “Loser,” as her nieces would say.
Sadie had introduced her to Kyle a few days ago. It seemed like longer, as they had spent every waking minute they weren’t working together since, but it really hadn’t been that long, a little over a week. Tonight Kyle was going to show her a different side of him. Something she was curious about, but not sure she wanted to try. Kyle had told her she was a natural submissive, whatever that meant. Said she would be perfect at the club.
“You’re not boring to me. We’ll talk more later. Now, I have some things I want you to learn, then we need to get your punishment over with. Then fun.”
“Now, the first thing I want you to learn is some poses. The way I want you to stand and kneel in the club and when we are alone. The first pose is the one you will be in the most. You should practice it often and get comfortable with it. But first…you need to strip. I will want you naked most often and you need to learn to be comfortable in your own skin.”
“Now?” she asked. Not sure she could ever be comfortable being naked. She didn’t like to shower naked, let alone be unclothed in front of anyone. She was starting to feel very uncomfortable.
“Yes, now! It’s not like you’re wearing that much anyway, and I want to be able to see and touch you whenever and wherever I feel like it. If you question me again, I will add to your punishment, and I don’t think you want that.”
Slowly, Jenna took off what little she was wearing . The negligee was easy to untie at the neck and it fell off. She lowered the G-string and she was done.
“Now,” he said, “I want you to kneel on the floor, legs spread, hands clasped behind your back. You can sit back on your heels.”
She slowly lowered to the floor and assumed what she hoped was the correct position as he watched. He licked his lips and looked at her like she was dinner. He slowly walked around her. “Beautiful. Exactly right. This is the way I want you to sit most of the time. Once we are living together, I will want you to greet me at the door like this every night.”
Wait a minute…living together? Was he planning on a future for them? It was too soon for that. She had only known him for about ten days. No living together yet. Okay, Kyle had just said something that she totally missed. Now she would have to ask him to repeat it. She had a feeling that this would not be good. “Um, Sir?”
“What did you say? I’m afraid my mind wandered and I wasn’t paying attention.”
“Not good, baby. A Dom never likes to repeat himself. What had your mind wandering? The truth. I’ll know if you’re lying.”
Great, what would she say…how did she get out of this? She couldn’t tell him that she thought it was too soon to live together. But she had to tell him something close, or somehow he would know and then she would be in trouble. “Well, I was just thinking about what you said about my greeting you at the door when we are living together.” The truth, but no details.
“And, how did that make you feel?” he asked.
Great, was he a therapist now? How did that make her feel? Scared to death.
“Okay, I guess. I think it would be okay someday.” Again, the truth, but no details.
“Someday soon, baby. I can’t wait to come home to you every night.”
Boy, he was set on this. Something she would seriously have to think about. No way she was going to jump into something. She had seen that go wrong too many times.
“Okay, next pose,” he said. “I want you to stand up and put your feet a little further than shoulder width apart and hands clasped behind your neck. This pose will let me look you over and make sure you don’t have any skin conditions or bruises that need attention. This will be especially important after intense play sessions. I want to make sure I don’t hurt you or leave lasting marks on your skin. Right now, I will be gentle, because you are not used to it and I don’t know how easy you bruise, and I don’t want you to have to explain marks. But you may not be comfortable sitting down for a day or so.” He laughed.
As she was standing up she thought, marks…he was worried about leaving marks. What was he going to do to her? Maybe I should leave now. She assumed the pose and cast her eyes to the floor. He hadn’t said to look down, but it felt right.
“Very good, baby.” He walked around her and started running his hand over her body. He started by touching her face, cupping her cheek tenderly. Then he trailed his hand to her neck and he could almost wrap his whole hand around it. Then he traced a path to her breasts and circled each nipple. From there, he trailed the back of his hand over her stomach down to the V between her legs. He cupped her mound, slipping one finger between her lips, and said, “My, we are liking this, aren’t we? You are wet already, and I’ve just barely started touching you. Very responsive. Let’s see what else you like.” He was talking into her ear now and she could feel his lips brushing her skin.
She stood there, trying to control her responses and not doing a very good job of it. She was starting to get weak at the knees and very aroused. Jenna guessed she wasn’t going anywhere soon. Maybe she should stay and see this out.
“Now the punishment pose. Hopefully you won’t be in this too often. There are several, but the standing one is my favorite. It leaves the sub very exposed and open for anything I may choose to do.”
Great, and she had decided to stay. Time to rethink.