Macie
I’m not this girl.
I’m not wild or crazy or bold, but the word Master slips out of my mouth like I know what I’m doing, like this isn’t my first time. Somehow, when I’m near Tony, he makes me feel like I’m not completely inexperienced in this.
So I undo his pants, and I bring his cock to my mouth. I don’t take the time to look at it or appreciate it or oogle it. I’m much too busy sliding it down my throat for any of that. He makes a noise of appreciation and surprise, but he lets me touch him. He lets me play with him.
Tony doesn’t tell me this isn’t appropriate. He doesn’t say, “You’re too good for this.” He doesn’t tell me our first time together should be special. He just goes with it, and I’m glad. For once in my life, I’m just letting go of everything that holds me back, and I feel free.
We’re outside of Anchored. We’re on deck, and I know that if anyone looked over at us, we’d be hidden in the shadows, but it’s still a rush. What if the moonlight falls just so, and someone can see me here? What if some random person is walking around the harbor at night and watches us? The idea of being observed, even by a stranger, excites me more than it should.
There’s a part of me that knows I should be embarrassed of myself. I should be ashamed of this behavior, but I’m not, and when I look up at Tony, I know that he’s not, either.
“You’re fucking incredible, Macie. Your sweet mouth feels so damn good on me.”
His dark words just egg me on, making me suck harder, faster. His breathing gets shorter, faster, and I know he’s getting close. Good. He played with me, running his hands all over my body. He awakened something in me I thought didn’t exist, and now I’m getting the chance to make him fall apart under my touch.
“I’m close,” he murmurs. “You should stop now,” he adds, but I don’t. I just keep going, and when he comes with a groan, I taste him in my mouth. I feel sexier than I’ve ever felt in my damn life. I feel beautiful here in the moonlight, and when I finish licking Tony, I look up to see him watching me.
“You are incredible.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
He gives me his hand and brings me to my feet. Then he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, kissing me tenderly, gently.
“That was wild,” I tell him after a minute.
“I agree,” he whispers. “But I still haven’t made you come, sweetheart.”
“We have plenty of time for that,” I murmur, nuzzling against him, but the door to Anchored opens just then and Zack strides through it like he owns the place.
“What are you doing out here, rule-breaker?” He glares at Tony.
“We’re just enjoying the moonlight,” Tony says, blinking innocently.
Zack sniffs the air. “Then why does it smell like guilt and bad decisions out here?”
“I’m fine,” I place my hand on Zack’s arm. Christina is right behind him. “We were just talking.”
“With Tony?” Christina chuckles. “Not likely, but nice try.”
“Come on, now,” Tony says. “I can be trusted.”
Zack just scoffs. Then he jerks his head toward the door. “Let’s head back inside. There’s a scene I think you’ll enjoy.”
“Sounds great,” Tony slides his arm around me. “I want to see, too.”
“I’ll give you something to see,” Zack mutters under his breath, but we all follow him inside and back to the club. The music is louder than before, if possible, and the crowd has grown in the time we’ve been gone. I’m not sure how long Tony and I were outside, but if the club wasn’t in full swing before, it certainly is now.
“Do you want a drink first?” Tony whispers, and I nod. Now that we’re back inside, I suddenly feel a little nervous, and we stop by the bar. June comes over and looks questioningly at me.
“Can I get you a drink?”
“Vodka cranberry, please.”
“Coming right up,” she says. “I assume this is going on your tab,” she looks at Tony, and he nods.
“Thank you,” I kiss him softly on the cheek.
“It’s the least I can do.”
June brings my drink and I carry it as the four of us head toward a scene to the side of the main room. Jaxson Thorn and Lily are already there, watching with interest.
“The sub is one of mine,” Jaxson whispers.
“One of yours? Like, you guys dated?”
Lily laughs. “No, she’s from one of his classes.”
“One of my most nervous students,” Jaxson explains. “But she’s come a long way in a short time. Look at her now.”
I watch the stage where she’s playing with her Dom, and I’m amazed at how beautiful she looks. It’s not that she’s particularly gorgeous. She’s pretty, to be sure, but what really makes her glow is the way she looks at her Dom. She stares at him like he’s the only thing she sees, like he’s the only thing that’s important to her right now.
And she looks brave.
Fierce.
Confident.
I want that kind of confidence. I want to be able to walk into a room full of people and be naked and not care. I want to know that I look good, and that even if my body isn’t perfect, that it’s still sexy and fantastic.
That’s what this sub is doing.
She reminds me of myself. She’s got a few stretch marks and a little bit of a belly, but she knows how damn sexy she looks right now. You don’t have to be a model to be beautiful. You don’t have to be a size zero to be gorgeous. You can be a size 2, or a size 12, or a size 22, and still be beautiful.
I want that, I realize.
Is this what the whole kink thing is about?
I’m realizing that coming to Anchored is nothing like I expected. I sip my drink as I watch the scene. Tony stands behind me, openly touching me, but I’m not embarrassed or scared. Lily and Christina both wink at me, and a woman walking by sees me with Tony and gives me a thumbs-up, and I feel great.
I feel like the world is my oyster.
Maybe being kinky isn’t just about being wild or dirty or crazy. Maybe it’s just about believing in yourself enough to go after the things you want. If you want to be naked on a stage for all of the club to see, that’s okay. If you want to dress up and role play, that’s okay. If you want to try rope play, that’s okay.
All of it’s okay.
And I’m suddenly realizing that’s what it’s all about.
The scene ends, and the crowd applauds. I watch as the Dom lifts his sub into his arms and carries her away.
“Where are they going?” I ask Tony.
“He’s going to give her aftercare,” he explains. “After an intense scene, a lot of subs experience an emotional drop. Aftercare could mean hugs and kisses and cuddles, but it also includes talking.”
“And it’s very important,” Christina says. “Trust me. I speak from experience. If you aren’t getting aftercare, you’re going to have a hard time.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say.
“The club is closing,” Jaxson says. “So it’s time to head home. Are you ready?”
No, my heart whispers. Not at all.
“Give me a minute?”
“Of course. Meet us by the doors.” Jaxson pats Thorn on the shoulder, and he heads to the front of the club with Lily, Christina, and Zack. I turn around and look at Tony. Then I place my hands on his shoulders.
“Tonight has been wonderful,” I tell him.
“For me, as well.” He kisses me softly, sweetly, and runs his hands through my hair. “Thank you for everything.”
“It was fun.”
“Did you enjoy being a little wild?”
“I did,” I admit. “More than I should.”
“I still owe you an orgasm,” he whispers.
“Maybe we could…”
“Maybe we could what?” He asks, looking at me. He doesn’t look unkind. He just looks patient, thoughtful. He doesn’t seem like he’s opposed to me asking him out, but he’s not going to make it easy for me, either.
I take a deep breath.
Think brave, Macie. Think brave.
“Maybe we could get dinner sometime,” I say. “If you like.”
“I would love that,” he says. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a business card. He presses it into my hand as he kisses me again. “I hope you’ll call me, Miss Macie.”
“Yes,” I say. “I think I will.”