Ashley's Bend (12 page)

‘Holy shit, Ashley! Manolo Blahniks? Fuck, I may have to join this training program just for the damn shoes. Someone wants you in style,” she said as she traced her fingers down the pink satin ribbon on the corset. I looked up at the clock and noticed that it was five-thirty already. I needed to hurry and get ready before the car arrived.

“Kelly, I cannot wear this in public!” I exclaimed as I eyed the outfit again.

“You can borrow my trench coat to wear over it.”

“You have a trench coat?” I asked her, “Do I want to know why you have one?”

“Probably not.” She giggled.

Hurriedly, I went to my room to put on the corset outfit that I was required to wear for the night. The silkiness of the corset felt wonderful against my skin that was flushed from nerves. The bust of the corset had my breasts pushed up showing off my cleavage. Reaching down into the bag, I searched for the panties. When I did not find any there, I looked in the bag with the shoes, nothing. Did they forget? Maybe I have something that would match.

“Kelly! They forgot to send the panties with this outfit!” I yelled toward my friend in the living room. Within seconds, she was standing at my bedroom door, and here I was naked from the waist down. The bottom of the corset barely covered up my girly parts. One move and I would be exposed in all my glory.

“Oh honey, they didn’t tell you? No panties are the rule. Subs aren’t allowed to wear them, or pants for that matter. Only dresses, skirts or what the master, or in your case, trainer specifies. It looks like your trainer wants you bare.” She said with a wicked grin as she pointed to my now waxed vagina. My hands flew in front of me to cover up the sensitive pink flesh at the apex of my thighs.

“Are you crazy, Kelly? I can’t go walking around the club with my pussy showing! The only person to ever see that part of me was my momma when she changed my diapers, and Jared.”

I paused when I thought about my mom. What would she think about her little girl dressing up like this and going to a BDSM club? I looked up to the ceiling said a silent prayer to my mom in heaven.
Please don’t think bad of me, momma. I just want to break out of this shell.
I missed my mom more than anything. It had been several years since she was taken from us too soon due to breast cancer.

“Ashley, you can and you will. Just go with it. I promise you that you will find it very...
exciting
.”

“You, Kelly, are a freak, but I love you.” She smiled at me before spinning on her heel and walking next door to her room.

“You’ll see!” she said in sing-song.

I picked up the black stockings and glided them up my legs before clipping them into the garter belts. I slid my feet into the very tall, very expensive Manolo’s, then turned to face myself in the mirror.

Who the hell is this girl staring back at me?

Kelly walked back in and handed me a large black trench coat. She looked me up and down for a moment eyeing the entire ensemble now that I was completely dressed.

“You look like a sexy vixen, Ashley. Your trainer is going to be knocked off his feet. Dominic better have extra security because all the doms at the club are going to want to get a piece of you!” Kelly said with a huge smile on her face.

I had to admit that I looked pretty good as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I felt different, sexy. I didn’t think I had ever felt that sexy, ever. I was broken away from my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

Shit! The car is here.

I put my arms through the long sleeves of the trench coat and crossed both sides of it across my chest before tying the belt at my waist. There. No one will be able to tell that I was half naked under it. I hesitantly walked on unsteady legs in the Manalo’s down the hall to the living room just as Kelly opened the door. On the other side stood a man dressed in a black dress shirt and black pants. I swear if the guy flexed, the shirt would rip. His dark hair was cropped short, and he had baby blue eyes. His posture hinted at an aura of authority.

“Good evening, ladies. I am here to escort Ms. Carter to the club. I’m Drake Loreno, I am part of the security team for Dominic and Knox.”

I saw Kelly’s reaction at the mention of Knox’s name. I had only seen the man once, and that was when I was being escorted from the club.

“Will Knox be there tonight?” Kelly asked not so nonchalantly.

“Yes, ma’am, but he won’t be working security or playing this weekend. He is assisting with the sub training.”

Kelly smiled and nodded her head. “Well, I am going to go get dressed, Ash. I’ll see you at the club?”

I nodded to her and she took off down the hall to her room. I turned and Drake had his hand extended out to me. He certainly was a very nice looking man. Stunning in fact.

Are all the men at The Celtic Knot this sexy
?

I took his arm and he led me down our hall and out of our apartment building. It was Friday night, and the streets of Chicago were already alive with people in search of a good time. Waiting at the curb was a black limousine.
Holy
crap
. At least I would be arriving at the club in luxury.

Drake led me to the back of the limo and opened the door to help me into the car. I was careful to keep the trench coat wrapped securely around me so that I did not flash all of Chicago. It was eerily quiet in the back of the limo as I watched Drake round the car to get in. The scariest thing was that I was now left alone with my thoughts.

Ok, Ashley, are you ready for this?

I nervously paced my office waiting for the trainees to arrive. I was full of anticipation for Ashley to get here. Ever since she stepped foot in my club two weeks ago, the only thing I had on my mind was how hard and fast I could fuck her. The only thing more beautiful than that would be her tied up and on her knees for me. The thought sent a sharp electric jolt straight to my dick and had it straining against my zipper. I needed to get my thoughts under control so that I was ready for when everyone arrived.

Normally, I just supervised the trainings and allowed Knox, Drake, and Madame V to run the trainings, but now that Ashley was involved, I wanted to train her. I wanted to break her into my world so that I could enjoy it with her. I had never wanted a woman to be my submissive so bad in my life. It was a strange feeling for me. I loved beautiful women and I loved to fuck them even more, but with Ashley I had a
need
to claim her. It was a desire so primal and a craving so powerful, I felt consumed by it.

There was a rap at my door and I turned to see Knox stroll into my office.

“The trainees are here. They should be arriving into the Rapture Room within the next few minutes.”

I could see the glimmer of desire in my friend’s eyes. He loved this just as much as I did. That was what made us such good friends. That, and the fact that he was the only person who knew about my past. A past that had me keeping the walls around my heart in place. I would never want to feel that desperation that I saw my very own mother go through; a desperation that eventually claimed her life.

“Hey man, you ok?” Knox said breaking me out of my trance.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking about things is all.”

“Look, I know the anniversary is tomorrow. Are you sure you are up for this man? You know how you get every year around this time. Drake and I can handle the training,” Knox offered.
      

“No, I’m good. In fact, I am going to train.” Knox looked at me with suspicion.
      
“Reallllly,” he drawled out, “and this wouldn’t be due to a certain gorgeous blonde-haired green-eyed goddess would it?”

Abso-fucking-lutely.

“Shut up, asshat. Make sure the trainees are in the Rapture Room and blindfolded for lesson number one,” I commanded as I stormed to the in-suite bathroom in my office.

“You got it boss,” I heard him say just before leaving. Turning on the tap, I cupped cold water and splashed it on my face. I stared at myself in the mirror and the pathetic asshole looking back at me had me pissed off. She was just a fucking girl, a fucking submissive. I would treat her no differently than how I did any of the other subs I had had.

I reached for the towel on the bar and dried my face off.
Time to get to work
.

I was a hot mess of nerves as we arrived at the club. Drake helped me from the car and instantly I was blindfolded. He instructed me not to remove it under any circumstances. After being led to God knows where, I was left standing in a room, blindfolded and the only sounds I could hear was the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears and my rapid breathing. A door opened to my left, but I couldn’t see anything through the pitch blackness of my blindfold. I heard several sets of footsteps telling me that more than one person had just entered the room. After a few moments of silence, a voice finally spoke.

“Welcome, future submissives to your first weekend of training. I am Knoxville, most call me Knox, but today you will address me as
Sir
. Is this understood?”

I along with what sounded like four other voices responded with a
yes, Sir
. I couldn’t help but shift my weight from foot to foot with nervous anticipation. I rang my hands together behind my back.