Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) (17 page)

Aryn sits down on the bench and pats his lap. Ash being the good little sub that she is complies, but she straddles him and a wicked grin spreads across Aryn’s face. He takes Ashley’s head between his palms and pulls her down toward his lips. He lands a very sensual kiss across her lips. My cock grows hard instantly. Ash’s subtle moan resonates through the area. I shiver. I’ve never been much of a voyeur but this is downright hot as hell.
 

Ash gets into what’s happening and I watch the subtle grind of her hips against Aryn’s crotch. His hands roam gently down her arms. I stomp out what’s left of my cigarette and the couple closest to me gets up. I fall in behind them as they head for the door. Though I can still see Aryn and Ash from here, they probably can’t or haven’t seen me.
 

The couple in front of me reaches for and opens the door and I step up behind them. That’s when I can’t help but look back at Aryn. His eyes are open, looking at me as Ash moans into his mouth. I try to put on my Master stare, but I can’t hide the disappointment I feel as our eyes lock. He freezes and I step inside the club, closing the door.
 

*~* ARYN *~*

“What’s wrong?” Ashley asks me when I tense up from looking into the eyes of Master Caden.
 

“What? Oh, nothing.”
 

“Where’d you go?” she asks. The subtle downturn in her lips portrays her disappointment in my disappearing on her.
 

“Nowhere,” I tell her and pull her back down, locking my lips with hers once again.
 

She’s soft, sexy as hell, smart and simply gorgeous. My hands slide into her mane of chocolate brown curls and I hold her to me. Fighting desperately to clear Caden’s disapproving glare from my mind as Ashley’s hands roam down my chest.
 

She pulls back from our kiss and starts kissing down my jaw to the hollow of my ear. I shiver as the warmth of her breath caresses me when she flicks a tongue against my ear lobe.
 

“Want to get out of here, Sir?” she asks me and having ‘Sir’ roll off her tongue doesn’t quite have the impact I’d hoped it would. If there is going to be any development between Ash and I, bedding her, though willingly, on our first meeting isn’t entirely the best way to kick off this adventure.
 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell her. I know it’s what I should do, but the tone of my voice does not portray my conviction.
 

She pouts.
 

“Listen to me,” I tell her and her eyes meet mine. I see her submission in her eyes. It’s looking for acceptance or something to take away the sting of rejection. “I like you, a lot,” I tell her. There is more conviction in that statement than my telling her that it’s not a good idea. “I don’t think that the best way to kick off a relationship is by sleeping together when we’ve only just met.”
 

She nods softly in understanding. I don’t need to go into details about my bedding her and leaving. She can obviously see in my eyes that I want more than just a one night stand, which is true. I’d like to have more with her. I’d like to get to know her, see if we’d be compatible in a D/s relationship and then go from there. “Do you have your phone?” I ask her.
 

She nods and sits up, pulling it from her pocket. She puts in her passcode and then hands me her phone. I am about to do something I’ve never done. I give her my real number. Once it’s saved, I call my number, and awkwardly reach into my pocket to pull out my phone. For some reason I feel the need to show her so I turn my phone to face her, showing that her number is calling me. She smiles and nods. I end the call and hand back her phone. I enter her number into my small contact list.

TWENTY~FOUR

ASH TO BECK
: Good morning, Sir.

I smile at my phone. I’d asked her to text me when she got home as well as when she woke up this morning, though it’s nearly noon.
 

Beck to Ash
: Morning? It’s nearly noon.

Ash to Beck
: I like to sleep late. Besides, it’s New Year’s Eve.
 

Beck to Ash
: This is true. Will you be there tonight?
 

She doesn’t respond right away and when she does she sends me a picture. A selfie of her smiling face. It makes me smile too.
 

The picture is followed up by a text.
 

Ash to Beck
: Of course.
 

The event at the club starts tonight at six, so Derek, Dex, the girls and I grab a late lunch. Once we’re all seated at the table, the conversation picks up. We’ve all managed to get along these last couple weeks. It’s kind of weird to be here and off-duty. To be lead around by other people in security. Well, Sean and Celeste, but I would hardly call that a security following. Watching Celeste since we arrived here, Cotah is truly her main detail. While she doesn’t have an issue with anything pertaining to Derek, Cotah is her responsibility. When the girls went shopping earlier today, I tried to go along and was shot down. Celeste could handle it. Though it made me uneasy, I didn’t dwell on it too much. If Dex was truly concerned about it, he’d have asked me to go too.
 

“So, Beck?”
 

“Yeah.” I look toward Derek, who’s leaning into me a little, keeping his voice quiet.
 

“What’s going on with Ash?” he asks me with a small smile.
 

I can’t help but smile in return.
 

“I thought so,” he murmurs.
 

“Should I be worried about something?”
 

Derek raises an eyebrow at me. “Absolutely not. I was just curious about what you were thinking.”
 

I shrug. “I’m not sure yet. I like her. She’s the first woman, outside of a work contact, that I’ve ever given my real number too.”
 

He snickers, “That’s a step.”
 

“Is there something I should know about Ashley?” I ask him again.
 

He puts his silverware down and looks at me. “Even if I knew anything, which I don’t, I wouldn’t tell you. One of the biggest steps to a D/s relationship is honesty and communication. I think whatever her history is, she should be the one to tell you. I will tell you that she’s been a member of the club for about two years now, while she is a very good submissive, well-trained by her club guardian, she’s never had a full time Top. But she’s not afraid to play either.” His face is sincere as he tells me these things and I can’t help but nod my understanding.
 

“I’m already having anxiety about entering that kind of relationship with her,” I tell him candidly.
 

“Why’s that?”
 

“Uh, because up until your play party, I was vanilla.”
 

He looks at me. “That doesn’t mean anything. If you’re confident in what you want, there are more than enough ways for you to learn.”
 

“True, but is having an experienced sub the right way to go about that? What if I take too long to learn, what if I can’t-”
 

“I’m going to stop you right there,” Dex chimes in.
 

I deflate a little bit, giving him silent permission to continue. “A D/s relationship is full of learning and learning curves. Anytime anyone hooks up with someone else, there is always a learning period. You can’t just jump right into a scene, whether you’re an experienced Top or not. You need to take some time to learn your partner, understand what’s right and what’s wrong, their limits and their dos and don’ts. It wouldn’t be any different.” Dex’s voice is calm and confident as he finishes his speech.
 

“He’s right,” Derek says. “There are a lot of things you have to learn, but so much of it involves what it is that you want from the relationship and of course what she wants. The bottom line is if it’s something you both really want, you will both figure it out.” Derek sighs, “It’s not just about what happens in the club, or even at home. The dynamic that you want outside of ‘playtime’ is something you need to figure out first. Then you go from there. Floggers, cuffs, whips, those are all part of the package. But there are thousands of relationships that are D/s without ever using an instrument.”
 

I nod, understanding what Derek is saying.
 

“You can have a strictly vanilla sex life but have a D/s relationship. The toys, the club, playrooms, dungeons, those are all perks.” Dex smiles a mischievous smile.
 

“I don’t want a relationship without that kind of stuff,” I tell them both.
 

“Then you figure it out. Whether with Ashley or someone else. It doesn’t matter. But the point is you can’t Top someone without first learning about them. You don’t know what she’s into; you don’t know what any of her limits are. For many submissive types, it’s not about sex. It’s about the release, the letting go of life, putting the decisions into their partner’s hands, whether it is their pleasure, their pain or their life,” Derek says and I lower my head.
 

“I had no idea there was so much to all this,” I mumble.
 

“That’s why you’re here. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone, Beck,” Dex says. “And it might not be the right one for you, but this is your chance to figure it out. Ash might be the person that will help you better understand what it is that you want in this lifestyle, or whether or not you want this lifestyle at all.”
 

I don’t respond and after a few minutes they pick up their conversations.
 

I’d been so blinded by what it is that I thought I wanted, I never bothered to step back and think about what it is that I need. Derek and Dex’s words are what I needed to hear. Sure, I could take Ashley to bed, but for the first time in my life, I’m not entirely convinced that I could walk away from her.
 

That thought drives me through the rest of the meal and I rejoin the conversation as we finish up lunch.
 

When we’re done, we head back to the hotel to relax and change before we leave for the club.

TWENTY~FIVE

WALKING INTO THE club tonight is way different than it was last night. While there is still similar attire on many of the submissives, the Tops’ attire has changed dramatically. Last night there were suits or jeans and t-shirts, tonight there are a lot of leather pants, shit kicker boots. Frankly, many of them look like I do on a regular basis. The submissives in the lobby of The Box are more scantily dressed, many of them wearing corsets that expose their breasts with capes. If there is a top, it’s thin and see-through. I swallow hard. I’ve never seen so many half-naked, naked or nearly naked women in one room. Not even the night of the private party compares to this. So many of them are absolutely gorgeous and the breasts range in size from tiny to huge, and their bodies are the same. Some skinny and many pleasantly plump ones. I’m surprised by the comfort level of the “less than perfect” bodies in the room. Cotah is a good example of this. Though she’s not a big girl, she and Raine definitely don’t shop in the same stores. But Cotah has one of those perfectly squishy bodies. Big chested and nice wide hips to grab hold of and that is attractive to me.
 

I’d always assumed that I wanted stick girls, but after seeing Cotah and some of these other women, I find myself drawn to them via their courage and confidence. Until I come face to face with Ash once again.
 

She’s manning the podium again tonight, only this time there is a big Top standing behind her with his arms crossed, looking positively pissed off. Except when Ash says something to him, then his facial features soften and a smile spreads across his lips, changing his demeanor a thousand percent.
 

“Aryn, this is Teddy.” Derek introduces me to the burly man standing watch.
 

He offers me his hand and I take it. “Pleasure to meet you, Aryn.” He smiles, it’s warm and oddly inviting.
 

“Likewise.” I smile in return.
 

He pulls me toward the corner. “Ash is in my charge and I understand you’ve been talking with her.”
 

A slice of fear rockets through me. “We have. We met last night, I didn’t mean to intrude or talk to her without-”
 

He shakes his head, effectively cutting me off. “No, she is perfectly capable of talking to whomever she pleases. I, however, have a say in private affairs, such as behind closed door conversations and I’d like to get to know you a little more.”
 

I’m confused by his request and Teddy has no problem pegging my confusion.
 

“What I mean is I don’t mind talking, in fact I think that is a great idea, but she is in my charge, which means she is my responsibility. So if you wish to take things beyond talking, like playing together, please clear that with me first and before I allow it, I’d like to get to know you a little more.”
 

It makes sense now. “Of course. I hope I haven’t crossed a line.”
 

“No, you haven’t. But she has been honest with me, telling me about your conversation. She sees you as someone she’d like to get to know better and possibly even play with, but she won’t unless I grant her permission to do so.”
 

“Is she yours?”
 

“No, she’s simply my charge, though I’ve been the one who’s trained her. Single submissives, when they join the club, are given a charge. Someone they know or get to know, someone who is their third party contact. It’s a safety measure to ensure they’re being treated properly and that they safely seek what it is that they are after or whom. In the case of Ash, she came into the club, much like you have, green and willing. I took her under my wing. I’ve trained her, and now I take charge in helping her find her person.”
 

“But have you guys been together?”