Unforgettable You (3 page)

Clint and Trish move up into the performance area, and Clint puts a hand behind Trish’s neck and pulls her up to him. He says something into her ear and she smiles up at him, then drops into presentation pose at his feet. I sneak a look at Sheila and she’s watching so intently that she wouldn’t notice if I looked her dead in the eye. In a moment or two, Clint says something else to Trish that we can’t hear and she rises, then walks straight to the St. Andrew’s cross near the wall. I watch Sheila’s eyes go wide as she takes in the sight of Clint strapping Trish to the cross face-first.

When he pulls his flogger out of his bag, Sheila goes rigid. Her breathing quickens as Clint drags the familiar circle eight in the air with the falls of the flogger. As the first strike falls and Trish cries out, Sheila begins to pant.

Now I’m about to begin to pant. I take a good look down Sheila’s chest, but with the corset it’s impossible to see the state of her nipples. If I had to take a guess, I’d say they’re rock hard. She licks her full, pouty lips and I almost see stars. Every strike of the flogger and every groan from Trish elicits some kind of response from Sheila, whether it’s a wince, a squirm, or a gasp. She crosses and recrosses her legs over and over, and my balls feel like they’re about to explode.

Clint stops and runs his hands over Trish’s back, spreading the redness and warmth everywhere. He slips his finger between her legs and checks to see if she’s ready. But when he’s done that, Sheila turns and looks at me. “What’s he doing?”

I raise my eyebrows and give her a small, placid smile. “He’s checking to see if she’s wet.”

Her mouth drops open and she just stares at me. “Why would he do that?”

My answer? “To see if she needs any lube.”

“For what?”

I grin. “For the fucking she’s about to get.”

Her jaw drops. “Wait. He’s going to . . . they’re going to have sex
here
? Right now? You’re kidding.”

“Not kidding. Not at all. Watch.” I can’t wait to see her face when they get started. Actually, it’s me who gets the biggest surprise. Clint drags out a stand with a mounting point on it and finds a large phallic attachment to put on it. He unstraps Trish from the cross, points to the stand, and she positions herself above it on her knees, then slowly lowers herself onto it and stops. Clint binds her hands behind her back and moves back in front of her, unfastening his leathers as he goes. Once they’re undone, he pulls his cock out, rubs the head back and forth over her lips a couple of times, then coaxes her mouth open and buries himself in her throat.

Trish lets loose with a deep moan and, as Clint keeps fucking into her throat, she’s raising and lowering herself on the dildo. I sneak a glimpse at Sheila and see her staring, slack-jawed, and I wish my cock was between those pretty, open lips. Yeah. That would be awesome. Trish is moaning around Clint’s dick, Clint’s moaning with his head thrown back, and the glance I catch of Sheila makes me want to moan right out loud and tells me she’s more turned on than appalled. And I’m pretty sure she’d never own up to that.

“Any other questions?” I can’t help but ask. Yes, I’ll admit it – I’m a smartass. I can’t seem to help myself.

“No. I don’t think so.” I see something pass over her face before she says, “Wait! Yeah.”

“Yes?”

“Do they do this often?”

“Who? Members in general, or Clint and Trish specifically?”

“Clint and Trish.”

“I wouldn’t say often, but they do play here from time to time. I think they do most of their playing at home now. Clint doesn’t share.”

“Share what?”

“Trish.”

Her mouth forms a surprised “O.” “You mean sometimes they, more than, um . . .”

I nod, trying not to smirk. “Yeah. Occasionally. There are some people who enjoy that and welcome it.”

She fixes me with a cold stare. “Do you share?”

I’m not going to lie to her. I really don’t want to tell her the truth, but I won’t lie. “Yeah, but not very often. Only if I’m invited. I never ask.”

“No, I mean, do you share your woman?”

“Just depends.” Her eyebrows shoot up. “I don’t
have
a woman. We call them subs, short for submissives. If I did, no, I wouldn’t be inclined to share a sub unless she wanted it. My utmost concern as a Dominant is her health and wellbeing, emotional, physical, and sexual. If that were something she really wanted, then yeah, I might pursue it, but only with someone we trusted completely.”

She nods. “Trish has told me a little bit, but not a lot. I think she didn’t want to scare me off before I had a chance to actually come and see.”

“And now that you’ve seen?” I can’t wait to hear the answer to this one.

“I really don’t know what to think.” She’s still watching them intently. Trish is still riding the dildo, and Clint has begun a forceful ramming into her throat.

“Does it bother you that they’re doing this right out in the open?”

She shakes her head, but says, “I’m not sure.” She watches a few more seconds before she says, “It’s like they’re alone. It’s like they’ve forgotten that we’re sitting here.”

“I assure you, they have. Right now, for the two of them, it’s just a Dom and his sub enjoying the pleasures they can give themselves and each other. The fact that they’re doing so in front of an audience is just icing on the cake for them.”

“Huh.” That’s all she says. I wait, but she just watches silently. I’d love to know what’s going on in that pretty head of hers. Clint says something to Trish that we can’t hear, but I know exactly what it is, because I see her convulse with an orgasm just as Clint shoots into her throat. As he holds her head down over his cock, her hips continue to buck just a little until she’s finally completely still and when she is, he backs out of her mouth and she takes a big, shuddering breath. There’s saliva and cum all over her face and chest, running down those gorgeous breasts I’d love to touch just one more time, and he grabs a towel and cleans her up before wiping himself off. And when he finishes with that, he picks her up and carries her down the hallway. I’m getting ready to tell her about the private rooms when she asks, “Where are they going?”

“He’s taking her to a private room for aftercare.” Her eyes question. “She’s on an endorphin high – we call it subspace. He’ll put her on the bed in one of the rooms, cuddle her, give her something to drink, maybe a little bit of candy of some kind, just generally take care of her until she’s back to normal. It’s good for him, too. It helps them reconnect after something that intense, not to mention how vulnerable she felt there in the performance area, half naked, performing an act so intimate in front of a whole room full of people. They need to be able to feel good about what they did and reflect on it in private.”

“How long will they be?”

I shrug. “Who knows? At least thirty minutes, I’d guess. Want something to drink?”

“Sure.” I escort her to the bar and I get a soft drink because I’ve already had one beer; Sheila asks Dave for a beer. It’s getting noisier, and there are a few more couples who’ve taken up residence in the performance areas around the room. “Can we watch someone else?”

I’m really surprised. “Of course. Which scene is of interest to you?”

“Um, that one?” She points at a couple who are just getting started. I’m not sure what they’re about to do.

“If you like. Let’s go get a seat.” I escort her to a sofa in front of the performance area. We watch as the Dom lays the sub out on a bondage table and straps her down. He readies her nipples, then puts a pair of clamps on. I catch a glimpse of Sheila out of the corner of my eye, and she’s visibly wincing. “Any questions?”

“Yeah. Does she like that?”

“Yes, very much.”

She makes a face. “You’re kidding, right?”

I shake my head. “No, not at all. Some people find a degree of pain very stimulating.” The look she gives me tells me she clearly thinks I’ve lost my mind. “Let me ask you something. Do you remember when you were a kid and they told you if your head was hurting you should do this?” I demonstrate by holding my right hand up, then pinching the area between my thumb and forefinger with the thumb and forefinger of the other hand. “You squeezed really hard and it was supposed to take away the headache pain?” She nods. “Well, that’s kind of what discipline and punishment do. It’s why submissives look for Dominants to meet that need. The pain they get from it increases the endorphins in their system and takes them higher, pretty much like a drug, takes their mind off anything else they’ve got on it. If you tried it, you might be surprised.”

“Uh, no.” That’s all she says, but there’s something going on behind those eyes that makes me want to know what she’s really thinking.

We continue to watch as the Dom and sub who are scening work together. Once the clamps are on her nipples and she’s been given an orgasm by manual stimulation, he helps her sit up, wraps her arms in a squared binder, and then takes her anally. I see Sheila wince out the corner of my eye and I fight the urge to laugh.

About the time they finish up, Clint and Trish come strolling out of the back, holding hands, a sight that makes
me
wince. “Everything okay out here?” Clint asks Sheila.

“Yes. Steffen has been very helpful.” Now I feel like I’m about eighty years old.

“Good! I knew I could count on him. He’s a very dependable kind of guy.” Clint smiles broadly at me. Trish isn’t smiling. She’s still got that sleepy, half-gone look on her face. Yeah, he’s definitely been working with her at home if she can slip into subspace that easily. Wow. Now I’m insanely jealous. He smiles at Sheila. “Want to come sit with us and talk? Maybe we can answer some questions for you.”

“Sure.” She looks at me expectantly. She can’t see Clint when she looks at me, but I can, and he’s shaking his head.

“Oh, I’d love to, but you probably need some time with Clint and Trish. I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

“Oh. Sure. Thanks, Steffen.”

“You’re quite welcome. It was a pleasure meeting you and I hope I see you again.” I take her extended hand and kiss the back of it. Clint’s fighting to keep his composure. Hey, I’m a gentleman. Suck on that.

“Same here. Bye.” They stroll away in the direction of one of the larger sofas, and her beautiful ass calls to me as they go.

I watch her the rest of the evening. I’d like to say I was covert about it, but it’s hard to be inconspicuous when you’re drooling everywhere. I’m not surprised when Dave poses the question, “What happened?”

“Clint told me to take it slow and easy. I’m just taking his advice.” I take another sip of the diet drink I ordered. Only one alcoholic beverage. I keep hoping some sub with whom I can scene will suddenly appear.

“Ah! Wise. They know her pretty well, at least I know Trish does.” He wipes down the bar in front of me. “She’s a lovely woman. Do you have plans to . . .”

“Why, yes I do,” I interrupt. I most definitely do.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“Do you like her?”

“Clint, god, what’s not to like? Beautiful tits, beautiful ass, beautiful legs, porcelain skin, that hair, those eyes. How could I not?”

“Forget about her looks. What about her?”

I snort – I can’t help it. “Well, gee, it’s really hard to get to know someone well on the first date, but . . .”

“Oh, cut the bullshit. What did you think?”

I’m looking for the right words. “Um, she seemed kind of, uh, repressed? And a bit scared maybe?”

“Fair assumption. She was engaged to a guy who went off on her one night and nearly beat her to death.”

The words feel like they’ve punched holes in my gut. “Is he in jail?”

“Yes. For two more years. Everything was fine – they’d been together for two or three years – and all of a sudden, everything just went south. He lied, said he was going to work, but he wasn’t; he’d lost his job because he was skipping out to go to hotels with hookers, paying for the rooms with Sheila’s credit cards. He raided every one of her accounts by forging her signature and almost bankrupted her. Gave her chlamydia; she was terrified he’d given her something worse. Used her credit card to buy a woman some expensive jewelry. And when she caught them together, he got mad at
her
and beat her until he put her in the hospital. So, as you can imagine, she’s scared to death to get into another relationship. This is the first time she’s even shown any interest in going out and doing anything; she usually just holes up in her house. But she’s got a bullshit meter that’s finely calibrated and a zero tolerance policy to go with it, so I’m hoping she’ll be okay.”

“Sweet lord, I would hope so. Bless her heart, that’s horrible.”

“Yeah. Trish doesn’t know it, but I’ve made it my life’s mission to find her a Dom, a good, responsible, respectable Dom, before that time is up so I know she’s safe and cared for. She doesn’t think he’ll come after her when he gets out, but I’m not so sure.”

“And so who are you thinking?”

“Well, who do you think? Are you at all interested?”

“Do I have functioning eyeballs? Yes, of course I’m interested. Very. But I don’t know if she’s interested in me.”

Clint chuckles. “I’m about to take care of that. You just play along and everything will be fine.”