After a pleasant meal in Davy’s flat, Juniper felt better. She kept a set of clothes in her locker, so she collected them and, with Davy’s help, donned a black corset trimmed with red. The wisp of a skirt was red silk shot with black, and it changed colour as she moved. With her pale skin and black hair it looked good. She smiled at the effect on Davy.
“That’s a powerful colour on you. You look magnificent, my kitten.”
She let out a mock growl and pretended to rake him with blood-red nails. He grinned and easily evaded her. She decided the outfit need a little something extra so she painted spiders-webs on her brows and under her eyes. She added long, curling, black false-eyelashes and touched the tips with scarlet mascara. Mmm, all I need is my broom-stick now. Well I’d better face them. There’s no use putting it off. She took Davy’s arm as soon as she put on the black-patent high-heeled boots, with the four-inch spike heels. There’s no sense in risking taking a fall down the stairs. That’s not the type of entrance I want to make.
The evening in the club was peaceful to start with. Then, when she needed a couple of items, she couldn’t find her bag.
“I know I brought my grip down with me. I tend to keep it close to me, especially when I’m doing a scene. I have special scissors in there to cut the ropes if anything goes wrong and I can’t get the knots released quickly enough. The only time it’s been out of sight was when I went to the toilet. I left it here by my chair.”
“Was it there when you came back?” Davy asked.
“I didn’t look for it. I just sat down. Why would anyone want to take or move my grip?” She was puzzled. Can I be mistaken? She went over all she could remember and she did recall leaving her grip by her chair.
“Wait a minute. There was a bit of silliness with a group of subs chasing another and she was squealing. Now that was when you were in the toilet. I wonder if it was set up as a distraction. I don’t like noise and horse-play, and they know that.”
Davy stood up, Doc and Mordor and a couple of other Doms did the same, and then they all moved off to the subs’ area. Juniper saw a lot of surreptitious glances her way and heads shaking. It seemed that no-one knew anything. Now why doesn’t that surprise me?
One of the Doms had gone outside for a look around and he came back carrying her grip.
“I found this outside. I’m afraid it’s got a bit wet. Some idiot’s idea of a joke," he said and glowered across at the subs, none of whom could meet his eye.” You’d better check and see if anything is missing.”
Juniper opened the grip and drew in a horrified breath. Inside, all her treasured hemp ropes had been cut, probably using her own shears, and then the shears had been damaged. Her paddles had been broken and few of the contents of the bag had escaped the same fate. She looked up and met Davy’s eyes. She knew he read the panic and terror in hers. He took her over to the bar and got her a small whisky. He left her with Doc, and then he went over to the other Doms. He was there with them in earnest conversation for a long while. When he came back to her he was grim-faced.
“No-one saw anything. No-one remembers seeing anyone near your chair. However, that young sub running about almost naked with a pack of them after her was a distraction. I swear it. With all that going on, it would be easy to pick up your grip without anyone noticing. Mordor will go and look at the CCTV. Have you any more clients?”
She shook her head.
“I will not leave early. I won’t give them that satisfaction.” She said no more, but he couldn’t persuade her to go. In the end he gave up trying, and so she sat chatting at the bar with Doc over the glass of whisky for the rest of the evening.
For the next two evenings she went to the club as usual, but one or other of the Doms called to collect her and drive her in if Davy couldn’t. She protested that this was letting “them” win if everyone had to dance to their tune and change their routines. Davy was having none of it, and in the end she capitulated. Davy took her home every evening and they made love or slept exhaustedly in each other’s arms. It seemed all to have blown over and she was relieved. The third evening proved her wrong again.
He followed her directions she gave, and when they arrived at the block of flats where she lived, he parked the car. She was surprised, as she’d expected him to drop her off, maybe wait until she was inside the building, but he got out of the car and opened the door for her. She stepped out, missed her footing, and he put out a hand to steady her. It was as if she’d received an electric shock. She looked quickly up at him in the light of the street lamps, and she saw the arrested look in his eyes. It looks as if he felt that, too. He let go of her arm and she regretted the loss of contact. Just where is this going? You can’t just fall into his arms the first time he brings you home. Whatever will he think of you?
“I’ll see you to your door,” he said, glancing around significantly. “This is no place for you to be walking the street alone at this time of night,” he added.
“Thank you, that’s very kind. Do you take such great care of all your employees?” she asked. She could have cursed herself as her voice came out breathless and unrecognisable.
“No, I don’t. You’re female…” He got no further.
“I’m well able to take care of myself,” she snapped out.
“Maybe so, maybe not. I’m not willing to take the risk, however. Now give me your keys and let’s get you inside,” he replied. He didn’t say “like a good girl,” but he might as well have. She opened her mouth to argue, and then she realised the futility of it and handed over her keys, with a little moue of annoyance. Davy chuckled and she realised just how petulant her gesture had seemed and she had the grace to blush and smile.
“That’s better. Do you know how beautiful you are when you smile?” he asked.
“Pffft,” she said dismissively.
“Well, you are. I think so and I can assure you that I’m not the only one.”
By now they’d reached her door. He fitted the key in the lock, turned it, and opened the door. He stood back to allow her to enter in front of him. As she turned to thank him and to bid him goodnight, his hand was extended to offer her the keys. Their fingers brushed and again she felt the jolt. Her nipples tightened, and moisture flooded her pussy.
“Thank…” She got no further. She was in his arms being thoroughly kissed. As if from a long way off she heard the door close. Davy leaned his back against it, and then he pulled her closer. She felt the hard, muscular body, she smelled his cologne, and she felt the scratch of his stubble as his mouth possessed hers. His tongue licked along the seam of her closed lips, and when he pressed the tip between them she offered no resistance. Her mouth opened under his and he took possession of it as of right. His tongue danced with her, stroking and caressing. She heard herself moan. One of his hands caressed her bottom, pressing her to him. She felt the long, stiff length of his cock against her belly. She melted against him and he tightened his hold on her. He ended the kiss and released her, she stumbled and he held her.
“Do you want this? Are you sure?” he asked.
Do I want it? Yes I do, but I fear it. He will know and where will that leave me? Can I trust him? Why do I think I can on so little acquaintance? But think it I do. Shall I surrender? Shall I give myself to him? It’s what I want, but it means giving him power and control over me. Can I do that? Can I let him walk out of the door? I need him to fuck me. I needed that from the first moment I saw him. Well nothing ventured, nothing gained. I can take a risk and walk away if it doesn’t work out.
“Yes, I do want this. I need you inside me now,” she said in a breathy voice that betrayed her arousal. She took his hand and led him to her bedroom. Thank goodness I changed the sheets this morning and cleaned up. Even the bathroom is tidy. She laughed at herself. How can you think of such things at a time like this? Then realisation hit her and she sobered up. It’s his damned influence. Will I never be free of him? Once inside she turned to face him and lifted her hands to undo her coat.
“Stop. Have patience, Juniper, it will be worth it, I promise you.”
He undid the buttons of her coat and slipped it off her shoulders. He looked at her inquiringly and she took the coat, placed in on a hanger, and hung it in the wardrobe. He smiled approvingly. She was trembling in anticipation. Why doesn’t he just get on with it? What is he waiting for? She knew he could read her need, as well as the urgency of that need in her eyes. She kept silent and waited. Very slowly, oh so infinitely slowly, he removed all her clothing. He helped her out of her shoes and placed them neatly on the rack. Then he removed her blouse, unfastening it button by button, and holding her gaze as he did it. She panted, her breath escaped in little gasps in spite of her efforts to control it.
“Patience, my sweet,” he repeated, as he continued the long-drawn-out undressing of his trembling sub. Ohmygod,ohmygod,ohmygod. He must realise it. I can’t hide it. Panic hit her and she took a step back. Her hands covered her mouth and she stared at him in sheer terror.