Code Of Command (A BDSM Erotic Romance Novella Trilogy, Book 1) (7 page)

“Yes, but,” I asked, continuing our in-depth conversation, “How did you know this was the right thing for you? What was it that led you to the lifestyle and, well, to each other?”

“It as always what I wanted,” Lark said, sliding a hand through his thick, wavy hair. “I always felt a rush of power when in the presence of shy or meek women and, when dating, I always found I was attracted to women who enjoyed and desired for me to take the lead in our relationship. I liked it when a woman asked me what they should wear or how they should style their hair. Which, then, of course, became my desire to dress them or have them wear their hair or make-up a certain way in order to please me. It arouses me to know a woman enjoys serving me, my wishes and, well, my cock.”

Sirella reappeared from the kitchen, smiling. She and I had bonded surprisingly well last week and, upon arriving at the couple’s home earlier in the evening, we greeted one another with big grins and an even bigger hug. Wearing a snug, black tank top and knee-length, red ruffle skirt, she sauntered seductively toward her husband, who sat in the creamy, leather, cappuccino loveseat on the opposite side of the living room. Red was Lark’s favorite color and, to please him, Sirella was to always wear an item of clothing in the color red. Since I was well aware of their Master and submissive relationship, she was expected to wear her collar throughout the evening.

Taking her husband’s hand, which he extended to her lovingly, she used it for support as she slid to the couple’s expensive, Persian carpet, taking her place at his feet. Demurely, she slipped her legs behind her buttocks, resting on her left side comfortably as if she’d been doing it for years. Sitting straight and tall, she leaned against his thigh. As her habit, she pulled her long, straight, raven-black hair over her shoulder. I’d learned, though conversation, this length her Master required and she hadn’t done anything but trim her hair for split ends in over five or six years.

“I’d never thought of this as a lifestyle,” she said, waving her hand in the air emphatically. “I always thought it was dirty sex done by kinky, dirty people and I wanted nothing to do with it. But, see, I was a shy girl and super quiet and didn’t have much of a sex life until I move here to California. I met a guy about, oh, nine years ago, who was a Dom and he recognized my shy quality as submissiveness just beneath the surface. First he started with spankings. I liked it. Then he moved to hair pulling. I liked it. Then he began to introduce paddles and handcuffs. I loved it! It wasn’t until later I began to really understand the nature of servitude and service and it appealed to me more. It wasn’t just about the sex, it was about what you gave to your partner and what your partner gave to you in return.”

“Trust,” I said, repeating the word Tobias had mentioned in one of our conversations.

“Exactly,” Sirella said. “When I began seeing Master, I just felt a degree of trust I’d never felt with any other man and, feeling so protected, so take care of, I knew I wanted to dedicate every minute of my every day to making him happy and keeping him happy.”

Alex nodded, taking a sip of her wine and crossing her legs. She tapped her foot anxiously, letting her eyes drift around their luxuriously decorated living room as thought of Tobias danced through her head.

“There’s something going on in there. What is it, Alex?” Lark asked.

“Oh…” Alex shook her head. “Nothing, nothing. Just the writer’s brain. I’ve always got things running through it.”

“We’re here to listen. Shoot.” He said. “It’s your guide isn’t it? The man that brought you to Subspace.”

“Yea. You know, guys, this is all so new to me, but, something deep down inside of me is telling me it’s so right. But, at the same time, well… and this may sound weird, I really only began this as research for a book.”

The pair nodded their heads and said, “Ohhhhh,” in unison.

“Am I that transparent?” I asked.

“Well,” Lark said, pointing a finger in the air, “It makes sense. And, something tells me, perhaps, you’re not as transparent to your friend as well. He sees you. Most Domme’s are insightful in ways others aren’t. Keen and perceptive, especially where women are concerned — submissive women, that is.”

I thought about our conversations, remembering the moments Tobias had made mention of my ability with words. Still, no person was keen enough to do an internet search on a first name and a hunch and find a writer’s pen name. It just wasn’t possible.

“Listen, Alex,” Lark said. “I saw your face the other night. You enjoyed every minute of your night at Subspace. I’ve seen some women run out of that place faster than the speed of light. You drew to it like a moth to a flame. Explore it. That’s the only way you’ll know if you’re heading down a road that’s right for you or if you need to take another direction.”

Sirella smiled, nodding her head in agreement. Generally, she was only allowed to speak when spoken directly to or instructed by her Master, but, later, when the ladies were alone and Lark had given her special permissions to spend time with her new friend, she’d give her take on the subject and Alex couldn’t wait to hear. Sometimes it took a woman to help another woman figure out exactly what to do.

“Speaking of Subspace, we’d better get a move on before traffic gets bad. Sirella, go put your outfit on for tonight, pet, and return for my inspection.”

“Yes, Sir,” Sirella said with a smile, extending her hand for Alex, who jumped from the couch, caught it and helped her new friend up. Together they walked up the expansive staircase to the couple’s master bedroom where Alex helped Sirella slip into tight black, latex corset and skirt she’d prepared for the evening while the pair talked seductive Dominants and submission for a good half an hour.

***

I hadn’t had a decent thing to wear, the multi-purpose Halloween costume I’d worn last week grossly out of place. Wanting me to fit in more, Sirella had loaned me a long, slinky, black, sleeveless, latex dress a size too big for her, but that she’d loved so much she couldn’t bear herself to return. It fit like a glove, hugging me in places I hadn’t even know I’d had. I felt subconscious the first half hour I’d worn the dress, but, handing me a final glass of wine before we head out the door, Lark assured me I looked stunning. I knew, If I sucked in most of the evening, I’d be able to make it just fine, Sirella being a good two sizes smaller than I as it was. Slim and petite, she her body were stunning. I’d stared in awe as she slithered her perfect size four body into her latex outfit. It melted on her like butter, molding against her every curve.

As we navigated through the crowd, Sirella reached for my hand. It always calmed me. She knew I felt shy and overwhelmed and, linking with her and Lark made me feel part of a family, safe and supported. I was still a newcomer, but I already noticed Subspace tended to get a larger number of male attendees than female. Had I known this first time around, I probably wouldn’t have ventured into the club alone. Thank goodness I’d happened upon this couple when I did, saving myself from becoming fresh meat before I’d even had the chance to get comfortable.

Lark suggested we head to the main bar area for a drink and to listen to music and, eager to loosen a bit more before heading to the play rooms, I agreed. I stuck close to the pair as he and Sirella stopped every now and again to greet fellow party guests and, politely, introduce me. I’d chosen the name Ajax, not feeling completely comfortable giving my real name in case anyone happened to recognize me from anywhere online. I doubted the kink community read any of my romantic sagas, but, to be on the safe side, I felt creating a kink alias would buy me a bit of an anonymous veil.

Sirella, ever the obedient sub, ordered three Midori cocktails and served us. Handing the first to me, she kissed me, lightly, on the cheek. I smiled at her appreciatively. She’d calmed and consoled me during our talk upstairs and reminded me that part of this journey with my new book was about the experience and I should enjoy it as much as I can. If it leads me down a path I hadn’t expected, then it was simply meant to be.

“I mean, look, already, you and I have met. That’s already a win!” she laughed.

Handing the second drink to her Master, she lowered her eyes accordingly, lifting the glass for his acceptance.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he said, taking the glass from her delicate and manicured fingers and sliding his hand around her waist and patting her on the tight-latex encased buttocks.

Lastly, she picked up her drink, returning into Lark’s waiting arms. Together, we toasted, lifting our drinks high into the air.

“To new friends and new beginnings,” Lark said, nodding in my direction.

“Aww, thank you, Lark,” I said, taping a slow sip of my drink and closing my eyes, feeling the thump of the music bring my body to life and feeling my hips start to sway seductively. Opening my eyes, I saw the gorgeous pair locked in an embrace, moving slowly, as if one, to the music.

“If you don’t, I’m going to steal my lovely wife away,” Lark said. “We’ll be back in a bit. Don’t go too far. Don’t make too much eye contact,” he reminded.

I smiled and nodded, communicating that I’d remembered all the pointers they’d given me. Standing tall and, gently, leaning against the bar, I sipped my drink slowly. A collared male, nude from the waist up, with a tray in his right hand walked up to me.

“Hors d’ouvers, Ma’am?” he asked politely, lowering his gaze and averting his eyes.

“No. No, thank you.” I said.

He nodded politely and walked away.

“You should try them. They’re very good,” I heard a voice say to my right.

Turning only my head, I eyed a tall, dark-haired man leaning against the bar, eyeing me carefully. His green eyes sparkled as he smiled my way and his sleek, black hair caught the shimmer of the neon lights.

“I’m sure they are. I’m just… not hungry. I had dinner with friends earlier.”

“The gorgeous pair out there on the dance floor?” he asked.

“Yes, yes…” I said. This man… something about him… “I’m sorry, did we meet last week?”

“No. I wasn’t here last week. Did you have a good time?”

“I did. Very much so. It was my first time. It was - - “

“Exhilarating,” he said with a grin, his perfect teeth sparkling.

I froze, feeling my fingers begin to loosen their grip on my drink. Catching my unease, he lunged for me, placing his fingers beneath mine and clasping the glass in his hand. Grabbing me by the waist, he steadied me, his chin pressing against my forehead.

I looked up into his eyes, my mouth parted in breathless excitement. “Tobias?” I asked.

The left corner of his lips turned up into a smile and he nodded slowly, turning to place my drink on the bar and run the finger of his free hand over my cheek.

“Hello, Alexandra,” he said, his voice ringing clear and familiar within me now.

“What.. what- -?”

“Am I doing here? Why is it you’re so full of wonderful words on the phone, but here, I seem to be able to finish them for you?” he asked, voice snarky.

“Happens. When you take a woman by surprise,” I said breathily, my voice lost within me as his body pressed against mine.

“Well, then we’d better get used to it, hadn’t we? Because I’m full of surprises.”

My breath re-entered my body as I inhaled deeply, tasting his cool, amber wood fragrance.

“That you are, Doctor. That you are. How did you know it was me?” I asked

He cocked his head to his shoulder and smiled. “I told you, I know the owners. All one must do when they want to find their future is know the right people.”

***

My palms were clammy. Relax, Alex, I thought to myself. Reaching for my drink, I sipped slowly, keeping my eyes above the rim and locked on Tobias’ face. I glanced around room. I’d flagged Lark and Sirella down on the dance floor, pointing at Tobias and alerting to them to my new escort, mouthing an undetectable, “Him.” They understood, nodding impressively as their bodies swayed seductively on the dance floor.

Tobias and I had made our way to the seating area, sitting close on a long, white cushioned bench toward the back of the room. He watched me closely, his eyes on me, searching my face.

I was surprised by his attractiveness. A lean face, impeccably clean shaven, with intensely smoldering green eyes and large, golden irises that burned with intensity beneath the light, he caught attention, the women in the room’s glances lingering longer than normal. His thick, black brows betrayed his thoughts, lifting and furrowing as his face changed moment-to-moment. I wanted to be in his head. I wanted to know every single thought in this seductive man’s mind.

I looked across the table as I leaned toward the small table in front of us and set my cocktail glass down gently. Tobias had gotten a brandy from the bar. Slowly, he sipped, licking the liqueur from his lips with every one.

Leaning forward, he set his glass close to mine. Still in awe, I turned to stare at the glasses, noting the similarities between us. My Midori, green and sweet sat in a tall, slim, elegant cocktail glass beside his dark, smoky brandy, strong and smooth with a smoky aroma reminiscent of his cologne.

“I… I don’t know what to say,” I said.

“What do you want to say? We’ve said so much already in our emails and our phone conversations. This part should come easily. We already know one another quite well.”

“I’m confused,” I said, crossing my legs. “Usually, I’m so full of words and, for the first time, I don’t know what words to say.”

He cocked his head to the side, his lips lifting into a seductive grin. “Yes, you are usually full of words, quite nice ones. That’s why you stay on my mind.”

I nodded, lowering my gaze, letting it run along the length of his long legs. On the floor, he tapped his foot slowly, rhythmically, the sole of his black, polished shoes making a ‘tippity tap’ against the hardwood floor.

“I don’t expect that to change, Alexandra, simply because we’ve met. Your mind is simply too astounding,” he informed me, leaning forward and placing his elbows on his thighs. He looked back at me, his eyes simmering with a fire I couldn’t ignore.