“I’m
not doing it.”
They’d
been arguing about it all weekend long and Derek was tired of the subject.
Mark, on the other hand, was still warming up to the subject. A clear reason to
keep Doms from working together on a business project. Neither would back off
willingly.
“Dammit,
Derek, you don’t have to fuck her, just train her to be a submissive.”
Easy
for him to say, much harder to do, and the look Derek gave his friend was
intended to end the discussion. “No.”
They
crossed the main floor and went out to the front walk to inspect the façade.
The contractors had worked over the weekend to finish painting the extensive
remodel and to get the landscaping done while they could. Taking advantage of a
few bright sunny days in February before the weather changed was an opportunity
not to be missed.
The
original entrance to the country club had been front and center, with wide
steps and a ramp. That entrance was gone and in its place was an oval patio area
contained behind a wrought iron fence. A concrete sidewalk ran through what was
rapidly becoming a grass yard in front of the patio. The sidewalk extended into
part of the existing parking lot and ended in a sloped entrance. Another load
of soil was on its way to fill in the area and enlarge the grass yard.
Mark
and Derek watched the landscape crew plant shrubs around the water feature to
the right of the entrance.
“This
was a good idea,” Mark said. “I wasn’t sure what you were talking about when we
first discussed it.”
“Yeah,
you didn’t want to trust me, but I know what I’m doing.” Derek shut his mouth
on a groan, sure of what was coming.
“Exactly,
which is why I want you to train the girl. You know what you’re doing and you’re
good at it.”
A
truck pulling a flatbed turned into the drive and both men pivoted to watch its
progress. “The sign,” they both said, grinning at each other like little boys
with a new toy.
“I
thought it wouldn’t be here until tomorrow?” Derek asked.
“They
called early this morning,” Mark said, still grinning. “Both the building sign
and the one for the street entrance are ready to hang.”
Derek
felt the cosmos close around his throat. “And that means you need to be out
here all day to supervise.”
Mark
slapped him on the shoulder. “Yep. Guess you’ll have to handle the new girl.” He
turned and strode across the lot to meet the delivery truck.
Fuck. Derek reluctantly followed,
wanting to see the final design for the marquee but unwilling to give in to
Mark’s plan. He hated to be manipulated.
Gorgeous.
No neon for this club, just simple lines and classic décor, except for the
playrooms, of course. But the exterior remained sophisticated, right down to
the marquee. Private Delights spelled out in a flowing burgundy script and set a
few inches out from the brick wall with overhead lights spotlighting it. No flashy
strobe. No trashy pictures of strippers. This private club would remain a
secluded haven for people with discerning tastes.
Another
car pulled into the lot and Derek watched a slim woman stand next to her car
looking for a sidewalk of some kind. She was the one he’d yelled at the other
day. The new hire he was being forced to train. Shit. He took a few steps in her direction and gestured for her to
come to him. It helped that she didn’t look happy to see him.
Nevertheless,
when she stopped in front of him, her head tipped up and she stood her ground. “I
have an appointment with Mr. Harrison.”
“Yes,
I know, but you’ll have to do with me. His schedule has changed and I’ll be taking
care of you today.” He smiled when her spine visibly stiffened. “I believe
there are papers for you to sign before we begin.” With a tip of his head,
Derek strode toward the new entrance, wondering if she’d follow or try to catch
up with him. A first test to see how she would adapt to the lifestyle.
He
stopped at the door and she was a few steps behind, ready to enter when he held
open the frosted glass door.
“Wow.
This place has changed a lot since I was here last week. You’ve been busy.”
Derek
couldn’t stop a smile. He was proud of the work they’d put in. “We plan to open
in two weeks. We still have a long way to go.” He led her to the grand
staircase still covered with the old carpet. “Watch your step here. Some of
this is still loose, but we aren’t pulling it up until the new carpet is ready
to install.”
“Are
they going to make this Friday’s delivery date?” she asked.
Derek
paused. “How do you know about the delivery?”
“When
I was here last week, Mr. Harrison asked me to help him chose the carpet.” She stumbled
on a rough patch of carpet and he reached out to steady her. The pink flush in
her face caught him off guard and he let go as soon as she regained her
balance.
Instead
of responding he nodded and hurried her along. “Can I assume you know what kind
of establishment we have here?”
She
huffed. “I would assume it’s a BDSM club, simply because of the position I discussed
with Mr. Harrison. Am I correct?”
“Yes.
Have you—do you have any experience with BDSM?” Better to get everything out in
the open as soon as possible.
“Some.”
“Care
to elaborate?”
She
paused at the top step. “Have I been hired yet, or is this still the interview
process?”
“Does
it matter?” he demanded, making sure he was calm, cool, and dominant.
“Yes.
Legally, I don’t have to reveal personal information during an interview.”
“Do
you have things to hide?” If she was a problem, they didn’t need her, and he
made sure his tone conveyed just that.
“No,
but my sexual history is no one’s business at the moment.”
Hmm.
Strong minded and a little conventional. The makings of a good submissive. Maybe.
Derek
pulled open the door to Mark’s outer office. “Mildred will walk you through the
paperwork. Give her everything she asks of you. We’ll also do a background
check. Is there anything we should know before we run it?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Instead of leaving her with Mildred, he walked over to one of the folding
chairs lined up against the wall and sat, his eyes following her every move.
He
was making her nervous. The shift from
foot to foot was evident only in the slight sway of the cuffs of her pants. Her
slim hips barely moved. And what a lovely ass she had, not too big, but
definitely not flat, and it sloped from her small waist to a nice soft curve
before ending at her thigh.
He
wouldn’t fuck her, but touching wouldn’t hurt. Surely Mary would forgive him
that much.
The
thought of his wife sent a wave of grief through his gut, but the cut wasn’t as
deep as it had been in the last two years. If Mary could speak to him, she’d be
disapproving of his celibate life these days. She’d told him to move on, but he
hadn’t, not really.
The
young woman had finished signing the ream of paper Mildred had prepared, so he
stood and waited for her attention. Gathering her copies into the envelope the secretary
provided, the young woman slipped them into her purse and rose.
When
she turned to him, he said, “Tell me your name, sub.”
“Joanne,”
she replied, head dipped just enough to hide her eyes. So the answer was yes,
she did have some experience with dominance and submission.
“Come
with me.”
Derek
strode out the door and down the hall to one of the open play areas. It was nowhere
near finished, but they could use the space for basic instruction. First, he
needed to assess her knowledge within the BDSM lifestyle.
Regardless,
he wouldn’t go easy on her.
He
sat in the only chair in the room and looked her over, waiting to see what she
would do of her own accord. Joanne’s eyes didn’t meet his, and when he didn’t
offer instruction, she fidgeted a minute before going to her knees in front of
his chair. It wasn’t the best submissive form he’d ever seen, but it was
adequate.
“How
long has it been since you’ve been in this position?” he asked.
“About
four or five years, Master.”
Her
gaze remained focused on his knees, a good start, but he needed her trust and
more information before they could get started.
“Joanne,
for now I’d prefer that you look at me while we talk.”
Soft
brown eyes looked at him, her expression hesitantly nervous. The short cut of
her dark brown hair fit her gamin face and even in this untraditional
situation, she appeared calm and in control of her body. No flitting around
with her hands or her eyes like she was a flight risk.
“Now
that you’re properly hired, will you discuss your private experience with BDSM
with me? I’d like to know where to begin your training.”
“Yes,
Sir. First, will you tell me how you prefer to be addressed?”
“When
we are in the club, you will address me as Master. Any other time, you may call
me Derek.”
“Thank
you, Master.”
“Good
girl. Now, tell me about your past experience.”