Far from Blind (2 page)

“Gina’s
step-sister was really hoping you’d reconsider her dinner proposal,” Marcus
said while he sat next to Brad.

“You
didn’t tell me she asked you out.” Ivy scowled at him.

“Our
boy Brad here has eyes for only one woman.” Seth leaned back and tucked Ivy
next to his side.

“Who?”
Ivy looked at each of the men and then settled on her husband. “You joke about
Brad liking me, but I know it’s not me. Who is it?”

“Why
all the poking into my life? My interests in this particular woman have been a
waste of time.” Brad tilted his head toward Seth. “Don’t you want to remind
Marcus you’re married to his ex-trainee?” He turned to Marcus. “Or how about,
when are you and Gina going to get married?”

“Nice
try.” Marcus laughed. “I am hoping sooner rather than later, actually.”

Ivy
picked up her buzzing phone. “The girls are here.”

“Promise
me again you’ll behave tonight.” Seth got up and helped Ivy out of the banquette.

“I
promise, Sir.” She kissed him and hung around his neck for a second. “Who does
Brad like?”

“Nice
try.” He slapped her ass.

“Ouch.
Dang it.” She turned back to the table. “Marcus, please let me know if you get
a name out of him. Brad, I’ll see you tomorrow night.” She walked through the
high top tables and stopped at one with three women.

His
cock noticed one woman at the table.
The
woman.
Her lovely candy apple-red locks were like a magnet. If only he could get her
to take notice of him.

Marcus
turned in his seat to look at Brad. “But seriously, tell me who she is. I might
be able to make a connection for you.”

“There’s
no need,” Brad said. “I bore this girl. She needs someone a bit more exciting
than me.”

“Well,
that’s ridiculous,” Marcus said.

“That’s
what I keep telling him. Mistress Charlie has already told him, this girl is
signed up for Blind Date Night.”

“Then
what’s the problem?” Marcus held out his hands. “Your name has been on the
potential dates for Blind Date Night for some time.”

“I
highly doubt the Mistress has matched me with her.”

“The
Mistress has called him repeatedly over the last few days. Apparently she has a
match for him who wants to attend this week, but Casanova here refuses to go.”

“Are
you crazy?” Marcus shook his head. “If the Mistress says she has a match, you
go.”

Chapter Two

Candy sat on the bench in the Club Blind
locker room and wrapped herself in the short black robe. At brunch last week,
Jane, who had visited Club Blind more than once, said the locker room would be
full of chatter once someone broke the ice. Although, tonight there wasn’t a
room full of women. There were only two other ladies in the locker room.

“Have
either of you done this before?” Candy looked at both of them.

“Not
exactly. I’ve been here before, but it wasn’t a date night,” one of the women
across the room said. “I didn’t have to meet my date afterward.”

“You
really can’t see anything?” Candy took a step closer to them.

“Not
a thing,” The woman said.

“Well,
they certainly take enough precautions to keep us all safe and comfortable,”
the other woman said. “But I still don’t think I would have even considered it
if Mistress Charlie hadn’t matched us personally.”

“I
heard her track record is even better than Master Keller’s.” She hadn’t known
her for long, but already Candy would trust her with just about anything.

“That’s
probably because Master Keller rarely takes credit for any of his matches.”

“True
story.” Candy laughed. “I just know he recommended my boss’s company to Master
Seth because he thought they’d get along, but he won’t admit to a thing.”

“They’re
still together?”

“It
was a little rocky at first, but he collared her not long after they met and
they just got married.”

“Well
done, Master Keller.”

“Exactly.”
She ran her hands through her red tresses. “Here’s to Mistress Charlie having
that kind of luck tonight.” Candy thought back on all the questions she’d
answered for Mistress Charlie in preparation for tonight. From simple things,
like the look of her desk at work and the name of songs she found sexy, to
specific details about her life experiences, and all the way to her sexual
desires. She hadn’t told her Brad was the one she desperately wanted, but
surely some of what she’d admitted would be helpful.

The
first time she’d met her, Charlie had set her at ease and, in no time at all,
she’d told her the most intimate things. She had a way about her that drew a
person in. It was hard to believe she’d yet to meet her own match. The woman
definitely deserved love of her own.

A
door opened at the other end of the room. A man stepped in and closed the door
behind him. He was dressed in black from head to toe. A pair of night vision
goggles sat perched on his forehead.

“Good
evening, ladies. Thank you for trusting Club Blind and Mistress Charlie with
your sexual fantasies. Tonight is Blind Date Night. After your blind date in
the club, you’ll be brought back here to dress and then you’ll be taken up to
the club to meet your dates with the lights on. Observation rooms have been
reserved for each couple.”

He
adjusted his goggles. “I’ll take you one at a time to all the blind rooms
tonight. I verified all test results this week. All are in and clean, but
condoms will be worn no matter if you choose to have sex here or upstairs.
Monitors will be listening for safe words. Call out ‘yellow’ if you need your
scene to slow down or ‘red’ if you want a full stop. For yellows, we’ll monitor
your scene and ensure your partner slows. For red, we’ll escort you back to
this room. You’ll still need to meet your date afterward, but club Masters will
always be watching. Are there any questions?”

“Are
our dates waiting for us now?” Candy said.

“They
are. Do you want to go first?”

“Sure,
why not.” Mistress Charlie thought she’d found her match. It was past time she
walked straight into her future and stopped dreaming of the man who was never
meant to be hers. There was a man out there for her and it was time to meet
him.

“Good
for you.” He reached out and took hold of her hand. “Follow me.”

Together
they moved through the door and into the club. When the door closed behind
them, all the light disappeared like it had been snuffed out. She rubbed her
palms down her robe and the silk stuck like glue. A shiver shook her body all
over and the fabric fell away.

Her
escort stopped and squeezed her hand. “Everything okay?” His voice sounded a
bit different than she remembered from the locker room. It was richer now
somehow.

“I’m
a bit more nervous than I thought.” She’d never make it to the room if she kept
thinking about what was about to happen. She shuffled her feet back and forth,
liking the cool smooth flooring and the crisp clean scent of the space. Someone
must have just cleaned. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d mopped her
floors in her tiny studio apartment. Music drifted to her and saved her from
thinking of all the things she needed to clean. Soothing sounds of her favorite
Ellie tune filled her soul.

“If
it helps, your date for the evening is a handsome fellow.”

“Oh,
most excellent.”

“Shall
we keep going?”

“Absolutely.
Let’s not keep the dashing man waiting.”

The forward movement continued for about a
dozen more steps. They slowed and turned slightly. Candy sensed something to
her left, but she was once again tugged forward a few more steps.

She
squeezed her eyes shut. It didn’t make it any darker, but it was all she could
do to center herself. There was no backing out now. She was here. This was it,
the experiment. Time to meet her match.

“He’s
right in front of you, now.”

“Shit,”
She spoke under her breath. There was no need for nerves. Not now. She was
ready.

“I’m
going to put your hand in his.”

“Okay.”

He
placed her hand in her date’s, which was bigger than her escort but quite
possibly softer. Her match gave her hand a firm squeeze.

“The
music will get louder in a few minutes but we’ll still be able to hear you if
you need to use your safe word. The music will return to this level just before
your time is up, then I’ll be back. A warning, you don’t have a ton of time for
this phase. Enjoy, you two.”

“Thank
you.” She’d said it before she thought about it. Thank you? What a strange
response for where he’d left her. She looked up, not that she could see
anything but imagined anyways. “Fancy meeting you here.” Her nervous laughter
filled the room. She hung her head and knocked right into his solid chest. An
intoxicating, crisp woodsy sent wrapped around her and centered her in the
moment.

Seconds
ticked by until his touch came under chin and pressed upward. He caressed her
neck and right over the little mole she hated near her collar bone.

That’s
it. She’d make the appointment on Monday to have her doctor check it out and
the one under her ear too. No more waiting until she had the co-pay saved.

His
touch dragged up her neck and grazed over the tiny brown bump near her earlobe
before his grip wound around to the back of her neck. He held her still.

“So,
this is pretty wild, huh?” She caressed his stomach and found a thin line of
hair she wanted to explore. “I’ve been waiting for this night for a long time.”

“Shh.”
His finger covered her lips. “I’ve been waiting for you too.” His lips covered
hers soft and gentle, almost reverent. Over and over, little kisses soft like
feather pillows grazed her lips. Each pass built on the last, pulling her in
like the sun on the first warm day of the year. The tips of her robe-covered
breasts brushed over his chest and her nipples tightened, sending a zing to her
clit.

The
tip of his tongue stroked over her bottom lip and everything changed. He dug
both hands through her hair, tugged her back as he claimed her lips, and gave
her no choice but to open her mouth to his searching tongue. She reached up and
hung onto his neck, molding her body to his, giving in to his delicious
invasion. Firm heat greeted her and an overwhelming desire took over.

She
didn’t have to see him to know she needed him. Each little discovery sank her
further into the moment, his concise control, his crisp clean scent. It all drove
her wild. He let go of her neck and pushed at her robe. She pulled as well
until it fell away. His touch slid around the sides of her breasts and out to
her nipples. The flicks and pinches had her arching her back and moaning loud
and full. “You keep doing that and I’m going to fall over.” Her damp pussy
needed his touch too.

“Here.”
He turned her around and guided her down to the mattress. “Sit here on the
edge. I need to explore all of you.” He pressed her knees and she spread them
wide.

He
kissed his way from her inner thigh to her achy center. She wound her touch
through his short hair and tugged when he licked through her slit.

“Fuck,
you taste better than I imagined.” He licked her again, sucking her clit into
his mouth.

“Don’t
stop. Don’t you dare stop.” She ground her pelvis against him. The building
pressure took over all of her thoughts. No longer did she worry if she’d made
the right decision. This is what she needed. Sight was not necessary to feel
like this. She spread her knees as wide as they’d go. Complete abandon had
found her. He continued to suck on her clit as he trust two of his fingers
inside. Her muscles tensed. “I’m going to come.”

He
pushed three fingers into her. “I need you to come all over my tongue.”

“Oh
gosh, yes.” She got off on dirty talk and this man was hitting all her buttons.

He
grabbed her ass and hauled her in against his face. He sucked along her inner
lips before nibbling on her clit. The scrap of his teeth rocked her right over
the edge. She was burning up. A rolling ball of tension sparked a hot path of
glory.

She
fell back on the bed as little rolls of bliss relighted the path. An echo hit
her ears. Her own screams filled her head while he continued to lick her
center. He’d worked her body up so much that even the slightest touch lit her
from within.

He
lay beside her. His long lean body kept her warm, and she sank into his
protective embrace. Comfort after an orgasm that huge had never been this
perfect. She wanted the moment to last forever, to live in this space where
they could only see pleasure and not everything else that made life so damn
complicated.

He
dragged his touch down her side, over her hip, and across the top of her ass.

The
music surrounding them lowered.

“Oh
no.” She hugged him tight. “It can’t be over yet. We haven’t had enough time.”

“It’s
okay.” He rubbed her back. “I’ll see you in just a few minutes.” He whispered
in her ear.

“It’s
time to go.” The tap on her shoulder triggered her reflex to squeeze her match
harder.

“Go
and get dressed. I’ll be waiting for you.” He kissed her on the cheek.

She
ran her lips along his jaw until she found his lips and kissed him long and
hard, then pushed up and away. The escort helped her back to the bright locker
room. She had to squint for several minutes until her eyes adjusted.

Her
heart pounded in her ears. Something rather important had just happened. She
could feel it deep in her bones.

The
next step of the evening shouldn’t have her so freaked out, but now it seemed
more important than ever. She hated having to make a first impression.

They
had only a few minutes to get dressed, not that there was much for her to put
back on. The second half of the date would take place upstairs at Club Voyage
and their attire policy didn’t leave Candy with many options in her tiny
closet. She’d settled on her little leather skirt and lacy light pink halter.
Since the club allowed submissives go barefoot, she left her dingy boots in her
locker.

She
walked over to the vanity and moaned when she caught site of her hair or
feathers as she liked to call them. She attempted to fluff her hair and wiped a
little gloss over her full lips. Her lips tingled with memories of his claiming
hers. She didn’t know much about him yet, but her heart wanted the fairytale.
She wanted to be loved around all her sharp corners.

Before
long, their escort was back to take them upstairs and meet their dates in a
completely different setting.

“We’ll
be walking through Club Blind to get to Club Voyage, but not to worry, I’ve
turned on the lights.”

He
held the door open and they all walked into the hallway. The walls were simply
cinder block painted black. Even with the lights on, the hallway was dark. When
she past the doorways, she peeked inside. Each room appeared to be the same as
the hallway except each had a bed. The whole floor was plain and simple. She glanced
back. The only entrance with an actual door was the locker room. Why couldn’t
all aspects of love be this simple?

“Once
we’re all the way upstairs, it’s sure to get crowded as we maneuver through the
main room.” He stopped at the bottom of the stairwell. “So, do your best to
keep close. We’re heading to the hallway across from the dance floor. Your
dates are already inside the observation rooms. One date in each room. Mistress
Charlie is meeting us there. She’ll be giving you your room assignments. There
are several Masters working tonight and they’ll be ready to step in and help if
needed. They’ll have shirts on like mine.”