Protector: Doms of Mountain Bend Book 1 by BJ Wane (reading books for 7 year olds .txt) 📗

Lisa went with him, leaning close and craning her head up to hear better as they viewed scenes already in progress, and he introduced her to other members along the way. She told him which equipment she had experience with, as well as her preferences. He didn’t pressure her for information, which made him easy to talk to, and his strong hold of her hand kept her grounded, a familiar and welcome feeling she’d missed lately. She warmed when he stopped at a spanking bench on the north side where the bound woman’s bright red butt was on an elevated display.

“It appears Kathie has been up to her usual antics,” Master Simon drawled. “Lisa, this is Master Clayton. What did she do this time to earn your displeasure, Clayton?”

Master Clayton delivered a blistering swat with his wooden paddle before turning to face them. Lisa expected to see him scowling, his face etched with displeasure at the woman, but his lips were twitching and his blue eyes twinkling. His sandy hair curled around his neck, contrasting with his tanned, rugged face and dark jawline.

“She tried to trip me to get my attention off one of our guests.” He jerked a thumb toward the girl seated on a cushion at the foot of the bench. “Alicia here is getting educated on what happens when a sub steps out of line, which this one” –  he caressed Kathie’s abused butt – “likes to do. Welcome to Spurs, Lisa.”

She forced her eyes away from the casual stroking of his hand over the puffy cheeks and the damp sheen coating the submissive’s swollen folds. “Thank you, sir.”

“You enjoy setting Kathie straight just as much,” Master Simon said. “You two make a good pair.” His smirk drew Lisa’s curiosity until his friend answered.

“For the occasional hook up, sure.”

Ah, that was it – Master Clayton stuck with playing the field. She would keep him in mind if she decided to join. She liked the way he maintained his easy going attitude while meting out harsh discipline.

“Later, then.” As Master Simon tugged her into moving, she reddened from both men’s eyes shifting to the obvious outline of her hardened nipples. Leaning down, he asked, “Are you interested in stepping the evening up a notch?”

Yes, the scene, and Kathie’s obvious response to the pain, had reminded her how she would get wet and aroused before she’d shut down. “Honestly, sir, I’m not sure.” Between thoughts of Shawn continuing to distract her and worrying about a return of the coldness that had recently nixed the few rewards she’d reaped from submission, she wanted to be careful about not making a mistake going forward.

“Do you want to tell me what’s holding you back? You’ve indicated you have experience.”

“I’m being cautious is all. The last few times, I haven’t…there are some upheavals in my life that…oh, hell, I don’t know what I want to say.” Lisa blew out a frustrated breath and tried to pull out of his grip.

Master Simon refused to let her, instead drawing her against his leather-clad legs and bare chest. She sucked in a breath, the quick flare of arousal from his control offering a sliver of hope. “Running doesn’t solve problems, it only delays them. You came tonight for a reason. Why not see it through? Unless you have a preferred safeword, use the standard red, and I stop, no harm done. I know the signs of stress to watch for, Lisa.”

Because she really wanted to, Lisa agreed before she changed her mind. “Yes, sir, I’d like that, but I prefer facing you.”

“Agreed. I would have insisted anyway as that makes my job easier. How about a chain station.” He pointed several feet down. “One just came available. You don’t mind public scenes, right?”

She liked he wanted to make sure, even though she was experienced. Oddly enough, exhibitionism had turned her on from the onset of her foray into BDSM, giving her a big boost of courage those first few times. “Right, and the chain station is fine.”

He ushered her past a metal contraption with an assortment of narrow pads. She shivered, recognizing the restraining bench most often used by those into S&M. A thrill of anticipation tickled her skin as they reached the chain and he attached the cuffs, raising her arms before his hands went to the buttons of her blouse.

“We’ll start with partial undress since this is a new venue for you. Pretty,” he said, releasing the last button and spreading her top to reveal her propped-up breasts in the strapless bra.

Lisa shuffled her bare feet, enjoying his praise, but the exposure to cooler air and a few interested gazes made her more than ready to get started. She clenched her hands as he flicked open the front clasp on the bra and removed it, her nipples puckering into even tighter nubs under his appreciative look and from the brush of his finger across each one that added a sizzle to her blood flow.

“Sir.” She arched toward him in a silent plea, the need for a distraction from her woes rising to the surface of her insecurities.

“Relax, sweetheart, we’ll get there. Which instrument do you prefer?”

He stepped back and twirled his finger for her to pivot and look behind her. His accommodating manner was starting to grate, and Lisa turned, wishing he would just take over. One of the things she liked best about submitting was letting a Dom take the weight of decision-making off her shoulders.

The array of pain-inflicting choices was familiar, and she chose her favorite. “The flogger, please, sir.”

Lisa faced the room again as Master Simon picked a multi strand one with a short handle. He was a handsome man, his crooked smile when he stood in front of her again softening his otherwise chiseled face. Shawn’s face popped into her head, the