Page 49 of Learn For Me
“The layout?”
“Yes.”
“No. Evander and Braun made some changes—improvements, I guess. The bar used to be on the opposite side of the room; where it is now, there used to be a stage. We had a seating pit in the middle.” As they reached the doors, he used his free hand to open one, ushering her through. “The club was essentially three barns linked by walkways.”
The floor sloped gently upwards a few feet in a short but wide corridor that opened into the next section of the club. This part was eerily similar to how it had been before—multiple play areas with various pieces of equipment. The stations were more… defined, he supposed, set on foot-high platforms barricaded by red velvet ropes for safety purposes.
Tonight, it was busy.
There were as many spectators as there were participants, admiring the scenes in several stages of completion.
Across the room, at the rigging station, a Domme was putting the finishing touches on a complex Shibari pattern on her female submissive, using two different-colored sets of ropes. Her sub’s eyes were closed, her expression serene, as she swung gently in her restraints.
On one of the spanking benches to Zeke’s left, a short and slightly paunchy Dom lavished attention on the upturned ass of his chosen partner for the night. He counted three, clear handprints on her ample bottom, and the Dom was lazily twirling a leather strap, limbering up his wrist, winding up for the first lash.
The scent of sex and anticipation mingled with the fragrance of fresh paint, new leather, and varnished wood. An oddly pleasing combination.
Olivia was dumbstruck, frozen to the spot.
Under his hand, she was rigid. He shifted position, standing behind her as he shuffled them to the side, out of the way of incoming players. With an arm around her waist, he leaned her back against him, moving his hand from her nape to between her breasts.
“Breathe, Livvy.”
A woman cried out in high, desperate yelps, accompanied by the rhythmic smack of flesh on flesh. The beautiful music of a thorough spanking didn’t change, but the cries grew fervent.
The Dom with the tawse went to work, leather striking skin. His sub whimpered loudly, squirming wildly, but despite her lack of bondage, she didn’t break position.
“Talk to me, Olivia,” Zeke demanded when she shuddered.
“T-This isn’t like my b-books.”
“No?”
She shook her head slowly, her hair swaying with the movement. “This is real.”
Zeke lowered his mouth to a bare spot on her shoulder, kissing the exposed skin softly. “Say the word, angel, and we go back through to the bar. Scaring you isn’t the goal here. We can try again another night when it’s not as chaotic.”
Her head fell back. “I don’t think I can do… that.”
He followed the direction her trembling arm pointed, frowning when he couldn’t pinpoint whatthatwas. Taking a guess, he offered, “I wasn’t plannin’ on strappin’ your ass tonight, Livvy.”
Her laugh was a little on the frantic side. “No. No, I mean… public. In the open.”
“Upstairs then.” Setting his teeth on her skin, he bit lightly, feeling her squirm. “Look around, tell me what arouses you. What makes this innocent pussy wet and eager for my cock.” He centered his hand over her belly, curling his fingertips into her flesh with firm pressure. “Tell me what speaks to you.”
There was a lot to choose from—spanking, flogging, strapping, Shibari, an interesting bastinado scene, anal play… perhaps too much for her to understand. Granted, the more complex scenes were now located in the next section along—medical play, blood play, watersports, and the like—but this was still a huge leap forward for her.
“I don’t know.” She sounded distressed. “Zeke, I think my brain is leaking out between my legs.” The sharp crack of a short-tail whip made her jump and moan. “Too much stimuli.”
He’d edged her further than he intended, he realized. A few hours of teasing, bringing her to the brink almost a dozen times without release, was driving her crazy. Still, he’d asked her to do something, and the Dom in him desired an answer, not an evasion; no matter how plaintive her pleading might be.
“Pick one, Olivia.”
It was incredibly tempting to cup her sex and discover for himself how crazy his actions made her, but he was curious as to what she’d choose. He’d stolen a few peeks at her reading material, and some of the kinkier scenes opened evenhiseyes.
Breathing unsteady, she gestured to where a blonde submissive was draped over the wide girth of a barrel, her hands and feet cuffed and chained to the floor on either side. The Dom—Saul, Zeke noted in amusement—was stretching open her asshole with a sizeable plug. “Anal play? Or bondage?”
“Either. Both. Please, Sir, I need you. All of me belongs to you, so why does it matter?”