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  She blushed, at her own arousal which was causing a dampness between her legs, but she couldn’t take her eyes away from what was happening right there in front of her, in the BDSM club she had begun working in just a couple of weeks before.

  When he dropped the flogger on the floor beside him, and opened the fly on his tight black jeans, Megan was caught between wanting to turn away and try and give them some privacy, and her own embarrassing need to watch the scene come to its climax.

  She smiled at the word she had used in her thoughts. Climax was definitely what was on offer here.

  The Dom paused for just a couple of seconds, and then thrust his cock into his sub’s pussy, spanking her as he did so. He began to fuck her hard and relentlessly, leaving hand prints on her ass as he rode her with real force and determination.

  When she came, her screams filled the room, quickly followed by his groan of release and Megan felt the now familiar pulse of her own pussy, followed by a stab of jealousy at the ecstasy and fulfillment that the woman on the bench was so obviously feeling.

  Dragging herself back to the task at hand, Megan walked slowly back to the bar, knowing that her shift had to be over by now. As she moved through the room, she studied the people around her. It was crazy how different this club was to the other one she had been working in for two months now.

  Louisville had turned out to be okay. Stripping had not come easy to her, but after a while, she had learned not to see an audience, but just to dance for herself. Thankfully, it was a lot more impersonal than she had thought it would be. No one got near her while she was on the stage, and huge, burly bouncers prowled around constantly, to ensure the safety of all the girls who worked there. The money had been alright, but when Nicky had heard about this BDSM club, and the possibility of making a little extra cash working there once or twice a week, both girls had decided to give it a go. No harm in having a second job.

  The owner, after interviewing them and giving them a long list of the rules he demanded were followed, had explained that they could play at the club when their shift ended, if they wished to do so.

  Nicky had laughed herself hoarse at this when the two of them had left the club after their interviews, but Megan was shocked to find that the idea didn’t freak her out. On the contrary, she had experienced arousal, and a certain intrigue at the thought of being a participant instead of just a waitress.

  After two waitressing sessions, Nicky had bowed out, telling her friend that just being there in the same room as all that groaning and screaming was way too much for her, but Megan had stayed on, becoming more and more interested in this world of dominance and submission. She had taken her laptop with her when she had left home, so she spent the mornings reading up on the lifestyle, learning as much as she could before she had to leave for her afternoon and evening shifts at the strip club.

  After dropping off her serving tray at the bar, and saying goodnight to the other waitresses who were still on duty, Megan started to make her way to the staffroom, to fetch her coat and bag.

  Surprisingly she wasn’t tired after being on her feet for several hours. However, there was a kind of aching need deep inside her, and after a couple more steps, she turned back toward the main dungeon area and retraced her steps, coming to a stop just a few feet from one of the huge St Andrew’s crosses that dominated that side of the room.

  She stared at the wooden apparatus, wondering how it would feel to be naked and restrained to it, with someone using a whip or a flogger on her pale skin until it turned its own shade of pink.

  * * * *

  Raising the glass to his mouth, Jacob West’s eyes lingered on the curvy girl leaning on the railing while she stared up at the St Andrew’s cross, a serious expression marking her face. Most of her thick, dark red hair was pulled up into a high knot on her head, but loose tendrils flowed freely, falling half way down her back.

  He liked that.

  Jacob loved being able to bury his hands in a willing little sub’s hair, holding her down while he covered her body with his own. God, it had been a long time since he’d had a good relationship. Or any relationship, come to that.

  He swallowed the cold beer and felt his body begin to relax after almost ten hours of driving. Stretching his long, muscular legs out in front of him, he crossed his ankles, watching her with interest.

  He knew she worked there, having seen her a couple of weeks earlier when he’d stopped by the club on his last long-haul job. He’d felt a need to unwind, and had found a willing sub to play with, before resting and then returning to the long, open road.

  Covering for one of his employees for a few weeks while the man spent time with his wife and new baby had been more taxing than Jacob remembered. It had been a few years since he had actually driven one of his big rigs, having been stuck in the office, being the boss, since he’d expanded the company nearly four years ago. Still, it meant he could visit a few clubs around the country while he was on his travels, so he couldn’t complain much.

  His eyes were still on the little waitress. He was an experienced Dom, and he could tell she was obviously intrigued, and maybe a little unsure about the environment she worked in.

  When she turned their eyes met, and he smiled at her. After a second’s hesitation, she smiled back, just for a second, and then looked away.

  Jacob took another sip of beer. She seemed on edge, as if wondering what to do next, and his Dom instincts pulled at him, telling him to go over and make sure she was alright. If she had only ever waitressed here, and was thinking of actually taking part in the dungeon play, then the last thing she needed was some overenthusiastic dominant pushing her into something she may not be ready for.

  Putting down his beer, he rose to his feet, and took two steps towards the seriously cute woman; deciding to open a conversation with her, just casually.

  “Shit!” he thought to himself. A tall, lean looking guy had beaten him to it.

  Jacob retraced his steps and sat slowly back down. He watched as the man struck up a conversation with the girl, and then put his hand on her arm.

  She didn’t try and pull away, so Jacob remained where he was, deciding to finish his drink and then, if all appeared okay, he would go back to his semi and get some well-earned sleep.

  Just as he pulled on his jacket, a movement caught his eye and he swung back towards where she’d been standing. “What the fuck?” he thought furiously.

  Striding over, he took in the terrified look on the young woman’s face, and the angry, arrogant expression of the man; his hand clenching her arm in a vice-like grip.

  Her voice was high pitched with fear. “What are you doing? Get off me!”

  The man just smirked and tightened his grip.

  “Oww—you’re hurting me. Let me go!!”

  The asshole bent his head until it was only a couple of inches from her face. “I don’t hear you using a safe word, bitch. That means you obviously want this. So shut your fucking mouth ’cause it’s time for some fun.” He laughed and began to pull her towards the St Andrew’s cross.

  “I…I don’t have a safe word. I’ve never done this before.”

  Her feet were dragging and she continued to struggle, but he obviously wasn’t about to release her. With no dungeon monitors in sight, Jacob made his decision.

  He stepped in front of the woman, halting the couple. The douche bag was startled, but kept a firm grip on her arm. The two men sized each other up for a couple of seconds before Jacob took a step forward, right into the man’s personal space, his hands clenched into fists at his side. They were the same height, but there the similarity ended. Jacob was as dark as the other man was fair, and his shoulders were almost twice as wide as the asshole’s shoulders.

  “I think this young lady would appreciate it if you’d let go of her arm. I know I would.” His voice was soft, but none the less deadly.

  The other man’s eyes flickered from Jacob to the woman whose arm he held. “You know her then?” he slurred, his
breath stinking of alcohol.

  Jacob ignored the question. “Let. Her. Go…Now.”

  The asshole leered at her and then threw her arm down before turning and stumbling away from the two of them.

  Chapter Two

  Megan let out a shaky breath and then held on to the railing next to her. “Thank you so much,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “I told him I wasn’t interested but he just grabbed me and said he was going to tie me up before he beat me and f…fucked me.” Megan blushed as she said the words and stared at the ground, not knowing what on earth to say next.

  Jacob put a finger under her chin and lifted her head till their eyes met. “Come and sit down and I’ll get you a drink.”

  Without waiting for a response, he took her hand and led her to his table. He pulled out a chair for her and took off his jacket, sliding it over her shoulders before walking off to the bar.

  She sat at the table, trying desperately to get her hands to stop shaking. Her upper arm still hurt where that animal had grabbed her, but the warmth from the jacket the other man had put around her was a comfort.

  By the time he returned, Megan felt a great deal better.

  He put what looked like orange juice in front of her and smiled as he sat down opposite her. “There’s a shot of vodka in there too, so go easy.”

  She nodded.

  Smiling, he held out his hand to her. “Jacob West,” he said.

  Megan returned the smile, albeit a shaky one. “Megan Richards. Thank you again for coming to my rescue.”

  “You’re welcome, Megan.”

  Realizing she was staring, Megan grabbed her drink and took a huge sip—then promptly choked, the vodka making it much stronger than she’d imagined.

  Jacob laughed and took the drink from her, putting it down and taking both her hands in his. “Slow down, honey, and take a few deep breaths. I let the staff know what happened when I got your drink, and our blond friend should be out in the rain by now with a permanent ban from the club manager.”

  “I guess I have a problem with fair haired guys. That’s the second time in as many months that a blond-haired creep has tried to abuse me.” Megan glanced at Jacob’s big, rough looking hands around her own, and was surprised to find that she didn’t want him to let go anytime soon.

  When she’d caught sight of him earlier, she had appreciated the broad shoulders and the long, muscular legs. Not to mention the handsome, if rugged facial features and boyish grin that he’d given her.

  She jumped when he spoke, having been lost in thought.

  “Putting blonds to one side, would I be correct in thinking you’ve never played in a BDSM club before?” he asked.

  Megan laughed. “What gave it away? Was it the look of sheer terror on my face, or my total lack of ability to control the situation?”

  Jacob treated her to another of his grins. “Yes.”

  She giggled at his answer, and then decided that she should at least try and explain why she’d been so helpless.

  “The thing is, I’ve been working here for a while now, and as the weeks have gone by, I’ve realized that…well, actually I’ve been reading a lot about BDSM, and I thought…maybe I’d like to…”

  Her words trailed away and her skin warmed under his intense gaze. She lowered her head and stared at the tabletop, her long, coppery curls falling over her face. He must think her a real loser. Shit, she couldn’t even finish a sentence.

  Every part of his Dom nature kicked into high gear as Jacob watched her cheeks flush the prettiest red, right there in front of him. He found her self-consciousness endearing. It had been a long time since he had met someone so seemingly innocent. He also had to acknowledge that there was something else that was drawing him to her, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

  He’d watched her working when he’d visited the club before, and she’d struck him then as an open, approachable woman, mixing easily with the guests. It didn’t hurt that she had a gorgeous, curvy figure, the outline of which was clearly visible with the tight black pencil skirt and clinging silky blouse she was wearing.

  So many females around her age were stick thin. It always amazed him how women spent all their time dieting, actually trying to get rid of the lovely soft, round bits on their bodies—all the parts that he appreciated so much.

  Pulling his mind away from the things he could do with her lush body, he ran the present situation through his mind.

  He’d helped her out and taken care of her wellbeing after the fright she’d had. Now she’d admitted that she had a definite interest in the lifestyle, but obviously hadn’t a clue as to how she should go about satisfying that curiosity.

  Surprising himself, at the decision he was making, he realized exactly what he was going to do.

  Gently, he released her hands and reached over to tuck Megan’s hair behind her ear. “Look at me Megan.”

  His voice was firm but not unkind. Megan lifted her head and took in his serious expression.

  “Would you like me to help you find out if this type of lifestyle is something you need to pursue?

  She frowned. “You’d do that. I mean, for real?”

  Jacob chuckled. “Yes, little Megan, for real.”

  Megan was not only shocked at his offer, but at her internal response to it. Her pulse had quickened at his words, and her stomach seemed to be suddenly full of butterflies.

  She felt, instinctively, that she would be safe with this man. Everything about him screamed calm and controlled. Just look at the way he had dealt with that creep. But could she actually submit to another person? It was all very well reading the information online, and lying in bed thinking, and imagining.

  She looked up into his face, liking the warmth of his dark blue eyes. “Are you, you know…I mean, like a real, practicing dominant?” she asked nervously.

  Jacob’s deep laugh made the hairs stand up on her arms, in a good way and when he ran a finger down her cheek, and across her lips, her body actually trembled.

  “Yes, Megan. I’m an actual, real, live one.”

  She laughed. “Okay, it was a totally stupid question, but I hardly know you.”

  “Well, you didn’t exactly look like you’d been on a lot of dates with asshole guy back there, either, but I can assure you that I’m a safer bet than him.”

  Their eyes locked, and Megan’s voice was soft when she answered him. “Yes, I think you might be.”

  His grin was lovely. It made his eyes light up in an almost wicked way. “I own a trucking company, based over in Tennessee, and I’m covering for an employee whose wife just had a baby. So I’ll be doing his runs for a little while, which means I could meet you here, on a fairly regular basis, if that was what you wanted.”

  A silence hung between them, as Jacob let her process her thoughts.

  Megan swallowed, and put her hands into her lap so he wouldn’t see them shaking. Then she took a deep breath and raised her chin. “Okay, I’d like to try.”

  Jacob’s expression was serious. “I want you to be absolutely sure, Megan. For a brand new sub, it usually takes a while to establish the trust that is needed. In the past, I have played with submissives that I’ve only just met, but they were experienced, and knew exactly what was expected of both themselves, and their Dom. I feel a connection between us, but you must make the ultimate decision, and feel inside that it’s the right one.”

  Megan took in his words, and assessed how she felt, as she sat there with him. After a couple of minutes of silence, she lifted her eyes to his, and nodded firmly. This was her chance, and she was going to take it. “I want to do this, and I’m not going to change my mind.”

  He nodded. “Very well, Megan. From now on you may refer to me as Sir. We’ll spend a little time together now, and if we find we’re both comfortable, then we will have a talk about what comes next.”

  He waited a couple of seconds, and then raised an eyebrow.

  “Y…Yes, Sir,” Megan stammered, feeling
her hands begin to sweat, as she waited for him to start making her bend to his will.

  “First of all, you’ll need a safeword. Whenever you use that word, whatever the circumstances, all play stops. Any Dom who ignores a sub when she uses it is not safe to be around. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir. Can it be any word at all?”

  “I would suggest you keep away from words like no, or stop. It can cause confusion, especially when a submissive is having a really intense orgasm.”

  Jacob grinned again, and Megan lowered her eyes in embarrassment. It was hard to believe she was having this conversation, let alone actually agreeing to let this man take control of her.

  Jacob lifted her chin back up with his index finger. “What’s your favorite color, Megan?”

  She frowned in thought. “Purple.”

  He said nothing.

  “Purple, Sir.”

  “Then we’ll use purple as your safeword. Now, come here, sub.”

  His voice was soft and deep, and Megan felt goose bumps on her arms as she rose from her chair and walked around the table, coming to a stop in front of him.

  Oh shit, she couldn’t do this. He was going to spank her or something, and then she’d freak out and…

  Jacob stood silently, right in her personal space, and raised his hand. Megan jumped, instinctively taking a step back.

  “Stand still, Megan,” he said firmly.

  She froze in place.

  His hand moved behind her head and pulled the hair tie from her long hair and the curls bounced free. He stroked the coppery strands and then gathered a handful, pulling her head gently back. He bent towards her and brushed her lips with his own.

  She responded, opening her mouth when his tongue pushed inquisitively, and when the kiss became more intense, he moved even closer, her breasts pushing up against his chest.

  When her hands came up, one on each side of his chest, he released her mouth.

  “Put your arms back by your sides, sub.”