Michelle walked slowly into the room. It was like something out of one of her books. No, it was better. It was real. She tried to keep her expression neutral as she looked around. Oh, god, there were attachment points everywhere. And she was willing to bet that there were all sorts of implements in that cabinet. Implements to redden her ass, toys to fill her up with, and clamps to torture her nipples. She could feel the dampness in her panties as she looked over at Andrew. His expression was…enigmatic? He was watching her closely and she could almost feel the waves of power emanating from him.
Damn. He was a Dom. Even his posture had changed. He wasn’t threatening. No, he was confident. He practically exuded it from his pores. His masculinity called to her. She took a deep slow breath. She had to play it cool. She turned to Andrew, who was waiting with a patient expression.
“Well, I guess that the Black Diamond Club doesn’t have anything to do with skiing, does it?”
His jaw dropped and then he started laughing and once he started, he couldn’t seem to stop.
“Oh, Shelly, you are funny!” he declared as he wiped the tears away. “Skiing? Well, Nathan West, the founder, did name it for the most dangerous runs of all, but surely you expected this to be a BDSM Club. Didn’t Fiona, or—” He frowned. “Wait, I thought it was Clarissa who referred you? But no matter. Surely since you’ve come for an interview to be trained as a submissive by me for a month, you certainly weren’t expecting to strap on a pair of skis? I mean, I’ll strap you down to lots of things, but none of them are skis.” He shook his head.
“I have a feeling we are going to get on just fine, Shelly. But it’s important that we lay our cards on the table up front and discuss all the aspects of your training. I need to know you’re hard and soft limits before we get started, how much pain you like, your feelings on bondage. I take training a new submissive very seriously, hence the need for a contract.”
“Submissive training contract? Pain? Bondage?” It was her turn to be shocked. And turned on. Very turned on. “Uh, Fiona mentioned that you needed a temporary bookkeeper for the summer. And maybe a part-time receptionist or something at the Club in the fall. I’m afraid that she didn’t mention the, er, other thing you just said. And the name’s Michelle. Michelle Archer.”
Submissive contract? Submissive training contract! Michelle had to take a few deep breaths. The situation was exactly like something out of one of her novels. The mixed up identities. The offer. But she wasn’t a book heroine, ready to run away at the drop of a hat. No, she would offer to take Shelly’s place. Shelly’s loss would be her gain.
She could feel the excitement of her arousal growing. Was she crazy to want to take this unknown Shelly’s place? Probably. She’d only known Andrew for minutes really, but she was attracted to him and something in her trusted him.
But before she could say anything, he looked at her with a shocked expression and said, “Michelle Archer. Not Shelly?” He was frowning and there was a dawning look of horror on his face.
She shook her head. “No, but that’s—” He interrupted before she could finish, before she could tell him she was interested.
“Not a friend of Clarissa’s? You didn’t come here looking for some training so you could go up for auction?” She shook her head again, her stomach twisting into knots. He was going to reject her before she could even ask for a chance.
She watched as his face turned red and the tenting in his pants subsided. He pulled out a chair and sat heavily.
“Oh, shit. You’re the one that Fiona said would be bringing over the proofs for the Submissive Auction brochure, aren’t you?”
She nodded, opened her purse, retrieved the bundle, and placed it on the table. They were in an envelope that she hadn’t opened. She had to ask. “Submissive Auction?”
She checked her watch. Damn. She hurried back to the office, closing and locking the outer door behind her. Then she slipped off her sandals. She looked up at the clock. Two-minute warning. In for a penny in for a pound was another of Gran’s sayings. She grinned and tugged off her T-shirt and then slid her peasant skirt down her hips. She folded both items of clothing carefully and set them on the couch. The next part was harder, but she reached behind her and unfastened her bra and shrugged out of it before placing it on her other clothes. This left her clad only in a pink thong.
Of all the days to wear a thong. Then again, she probably wouldn’t be wearing it much longer. She looked at the clock. Crap! She hurried over to the door and knocked.
Carefully she grasped the doorknob but couldn’t seem to make herself turn it.
She tried again and this time her fingers responded. The door swung open. Now she just had to step across the threshold. She could do that. She just had to walk. She’d been doing that most of her life. Just one foot after the other. One, two, three. She paused at the sight of a pillow on the floor. That didn’t belong there.
She looked up at Andrew. Her mouth dropped open. She might have drooled. Andrew was standing beside the desk. Waiting for her. Shirtless, wearing only leather pants.
She wished she was wearing more than just a thong as her nipples tightened to the point of pain and she was producing so much moisture she could feel it seeping out from her thong to run down her inner thighs.
He looked too fucking hot. She wanted to slick his abs. She wanted to tongue his navel. She wanted to shove his pants down and take his cock in her mouth and make him should out with pleasure.
But she did none of those things as he turned his golden gaze on her and pointed to the pillow. Now she understood. She walked over to the pillow and lowered herself to her knees and waited. He just watched, saying nothing. She tried to remember what she’d read about presentation.
She straightened her back and spread her knees. Then she placed her hands palm up on her thighs. Wait. Did he want her to look up at him or look down and avoid eye contact? She’d read contradictory opinions on this.
“You may look me in the eyes, pet.”
She raised her gaze but only got as far as the impressive bulge in his pants. All doubt about whether or not he was physically attracted to her was gone. He was clearly hard. And huge. Hard and huge. Her mouth went dry. Would he want her to suck his cock, or would he want to fuck her pussy? Surely it would be too soon for anal. She wasn’t even sure he would fit in her ass. But that was now out of her hands and she realized that the thought was making her hotter. She had given herself to him for a month and she was surer than ever that she’d made the right decision.
So she now watched him and waited.
* * * *
“That’s not my eyes, pet.” He sounded amused. “You already owe me ten for the hesitation at the door. Do you want me to make it twenty?”
He loved how easily she blushed. He would be sure to take advantage of that fact and hoped she’d never lose that wonderful trait.
He picked up the wrist cuffs and walked over to her.
“Hands out, pet.” Quickly and efficiently he fastened them, making sure they weren’t too tight. “Now up on the desk so I can fasten your ankle cuffs.”
When they were done, he picked up the collar. “This represents your submission to me. When you wear this, I am your Master and you are my submissive. I don’t always insist on a collar, but I think that will be beneficial for our arrangement. When we are working together, you won’t be wearing the collar and we’ll be equals. Once the collar goes on, I own you until the end of aftercare. Do you understand?”
“Good. Pull your hair out of the way while I fasten your training collar.”
He stepped back to admire her. She was distracted that she’d probably forgotten for a moment that she was practically naked. He’d been very careful to touch nothing but the body part he was collaring or cuffing. Now that that was done, he reached out a hand and caressed her right breast. Her nipple was already hard, even before he touched it. He could hear her suck in her breath at his touch and her body went still except for the pounding of her heart in her chest.
He wanted to taste her, he decided. But first, he reached down and put a hand on each knee. Then he pulled them apart as far as they would go. He could see the moisture hidden between them and the damp spot on the crotch of her thong. Good.
He looked up and met her gaze.
“Offer me your tit. I want to suck on it.”
He sighed heavily. “Lift up your tit and offer it to me.”
She moved slowly, but she moved, so he didn’t complain as slowly, oh so slowly, she placed her hand under her breast and held it up in offering.
“Good, pet.” He leaned over and carefully closed his mouth over her nipple. Then he suckled hard. She tasted so damned good. He reached up to play with her left nipple so it wouldn’t feel neglected. He pinched and rolled and tugged on it while he suckled the other.
She whimpered and shook.