Club de Fleurs: Jenna (Siren Publishing Classic) Read online

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Jenna, you will do fine as long as you remember everything I’ve told you. Because it is your first time, I won’t punish you too hard for making a few mistakes, but you will be punished, so try very hard. I know you will try hard, because I know you want to do this for me and our relationship. I love you for trying this for us. Baby, you will be fine. Just remember, keep your eyes down and don’t talk unless I say so.” He trailed his hand down her stomach to her mound and, reaching under the thong, parted her lips and ran his fingers up and down her pussy, feeling the juices there.

  “You are so wet, baby, you are enjoying this as much as I am,” he said as he nibbled on her neck and rubbed his finger up and down her clit. She was so close to coming.

  Oh my God, he said “I love you.” But she was sure he didn’t mean it that way, so she just smiled.

  Shit, thought Kyle, he had actually said that out loud. Maybe she would just let it go. Even though he did love her already, it was too soon.

  He lowered the partition and told the driver they were ready. Raising it back up, he said to Jenna, “When we get to the club, I will check us in and take your jacket. You will leave it and your shoes in a locker. Subs always go shoeless in the club, and since most of them are not wearing many clothes, they keep it pretty warm in there, so you should be fine. If you get cold, I’m sure I can think of a way to warm you,” he said as he tweaked her nipples and kissed the back of her neck. She was hot now, no worries about being cold!

  “One more thing to talk about, safe words. Do you know what a safe word is?”

  “Yes, Sir, I have read many books,” Jenna answered.

  “Good, but don’t think you know it all from your reading. Were your books fiction or nonfiction?”

  “Fiction, Sir.”

  “So you realize that these are made-up stories, someone’s imagination, not real life, and that real life can be very different than a fairy tale?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Okay, I hope so. Back to safe words. The club norm is ‘red’ to stop, ‘yellow’ to slow down and talk, and ‘green’ to go. Are you good with those?”

  “I guess so, Sir.”

  “Jenna, this is very important, I need you to be sure of this and I don’t want you to just try for me. I want you to want this as bad as I do. I don’t just want it, I need it, and I need to know that you will use your safe word if you need to. I don’t want you to be brave for me. I don’t want to hurt you or scare you off. This is something you need to be sure of. Can you do this for me…for us, baby?”

  Jenna was not the first girl Kyle had taken to the club from the vanilla world, and most of the time it had not worked out the way he wanted it to. The girls he usually dated either wanted more than he could give or hated the idea of BDSM.

  He looked so worried. Was he afraid that she would spook and run? She’d gone this far. There was no turning back now. She needed to do this for herself, for both of them. She wanted to do it for him. “Yes, Sir. I can do this. Safe words are green for ‘I love it, don’t stop,’ Yellow, ‘slow down, let’s talk’ or ‘I need a break,’ red for ‘stop, I want to quit and go home.’” Not that she was going to say “red.” No way. She was going to do this. Jenna hoped he couldn’t read her mind.

  “Okay,” he said with a deep exhale. “We’re here, let’s go in. Ready?” He tied the belt to her coat and opened the door. After getting himself out, he reached into the car, helping her out. Slipping one arm around her waist, they walked the short distance to the club. Ben had dropped them off at the door, so they didn’t have far to walk. As she looked about, she saw the parking lot was crowded. Lots of cars meant lots of people. And they all would see her, naked in the back. Was she ready for this? Too late now to go back. She could safe word and run, but what fun would that be? She could just imagine the disappointment on Kyle’s face if they didn’t even make it to the door. Deep breath, here we go.

  Chapter Two

  Walking in the entryway, it looked like any other nightclub she had been in. She could hear the bass pounding and see lights flashing. There must be a band or a really good sound system. She couldn’t tell which.

  “Good evening, Therese,” Kyle said to the girl at the coat check. He turned her to him and undid the belt to her coat. Slipping it off her shoulders, he handed it to the girl. “Shoes,” he said to her. She put one hand on his shoulder for balance and slipped off her shoes, handing them to him. Losing that three inches of height made her feel small. Not that she was a small person…five feet six inches tall and a medium frame. She was huge compared to some of her friends, but next to Kyle, she felt small. It was a good feeling. He handed her shoes to the girl and grabbed her hand.

  “Eyes down, mouth shut,” was all he said. He led her into what she assumed was the main room of the club.

  There were lots of activities going on. People dancing, some sitting and talking, and things going on in the alcoves she couldn’t see, but she could hear screaming. She saw what she assumed were subs like herself, dressed in very little, either standing or kneeling. She was actually wearing a lot of clothes compared to some that she saw. She felt a little less self-conscious. She still needed something to stand against, though.

  “Eyes down!” Kyle hissed in her ear. Jenna hadn’t realized that she was looking up. She guessed she was going to see a lot of feet tonight.

  “Master Kyle, very good to see you and Jenna tonight.” It sounded like Sadie, but she didn’t dare look up to see, and she couldn’t tell by her feet.

  “Hello Sadie, I see you are unattached this evening. Looking for a Dom tonight?”

  “No Sir, I just came to hang out this evening. If I end up in a scene, it will all be good. May I speak to your sub?” Jenna and Sadie had talked on the phone earlier that week and Sadie had told her that she secretly had a crush on the club’s owner, Dave, and had done several scenes with him, and that she was hoping to do another one with him that night.

  “Jenna, do you want to talk to Sadie? Permission to speak, you may answer.”

  “Yes, Sir. Hi, girl!” and she reached out to hug her without thinking. Great, Kyle had told Jenna not to touch. Boy, was she already getting a dirty look.

  “Did I give you permission to touch?” he asked in a deep, sexy voice, a voice she had not heard from him before, a voice that dripped sex. Must be his Dom voice, she thought.

  “No, Sir.” Jenna answered timidly.

  Sadie had eyes on the floor and was mouthing, “I’m sorry.”

  She was in trouble already and they had only been there five minutes. Not the way to start the evening off. And she had wanted to be so good. She was trying so hard and in the first five minutes, she had already screwed it up. Maybe Kyle wouldn’t want a sub who couldn’t even behave for five minutes. Tears started spilling down her face. What a screw-up she was.

  He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to look in his eyes. “Oh, baby, you are in trouble,” he said with a slight growl and a hint of humor in his voice as he leaned down and kissed away her tears. “I won’t punish you too harshly for your first infraction, but when we get to a private room you will be punished, or you won’t learn not to do it again.” He wanted her to be slightly intimidated, but not too scared. “Let’s go look around a little and you can think of your questions. Good evening, Sadie, I’m sure Jenna will call you tomorrow and give you the lowdown. Off we go.”

  He grabbed her hand and led her off to the first alcove. “While we are watching a scene, you will stand in front of me. If you like what you see, squeeze my hand. If you don’t, rub my cock,” he said with a smirk. Rub his cock, yeah sure, in front of all these people…right. “If you don’t, I won’t know what you want to try and what you want to avoid.”

  He couldn’t be serious. Couldn’t she just tell him? “Permission to speak, Sir?”

  “Yes, baby?”

  “Can’t I just tell you what I like and what I don’t?”

  “What fun wou
ld that be, baby? Let’s make this fun for both of us.” Okay, she guessed he wasn’t kidding, and it was probably not a good idea to argue with him. Jenna thought if she had her back to his front, no one would see what she was doing anyway. “Okay, Sir. I’ll try it.”

  “No, baby, you’ll do it.” Then he leaned down and licked the back of her neck, and nibbled on it. She was starting to get weak at the knees before he stopped. Okay, more relaxed now, I can do this, Jenna thought.

  They stopped at the first scene. A Dom had a female sub naked and tied to what she later found out was a St. Andrew’s Cross. He was hitting her with a flogger and she was moaning and writhing. It looked like ecstasy. Jenna squeezed Kyle’s hand…hard. This was something she definitely wanted to try.

  “You like that, do you?” he said and reached down and slid his hand into the thong, “I can see you do.” She squeezed again. Jenna wanted to be the sub and for Kyle to be the Master. “Later, baby, we will try something similar. Good to know. Let’s move on,” he said after they had watched a few minutes. Maybe this wouldn’t be as hard as she thought.

  The next scene was a piercing scene. She reached and grabbed Kyle’s cock. No way! “Okay, baby, I get it. No piercing. Let go before you do permanent damage.” She guessed she grabbed a little hard. They moved from that scene quickly.

  Next they saw a female Domme with a whip who had a male sub tied to a cross. The man was sporting an erection, but she didn’t know how he could be enjoying the pain. They watched a few minutes. “So, baby, what do you think, is this for you? Watch how she places the stripes evenly, careful not to cross them, never drawing blood, only raising welts. Never more than he can stand or wants. She is very careful with him. Watch, now she is going to check and make sure he is okay and still willing to participate. She will ask what color he is. If he answers anything else but green, or she feels he is unable to answer, she will stop the scene and they will discuss whether to continue or not. Remember, safe, sane and most of all consensual. Nothing without consent.”

  She didn’t know. It looked painful and it was nothing she had ever considered, but…maybe. Wait, maybe, she thought. Was she crazy? Was she really thinking about letting Kyle or anyone else take a whip to her? She was crazy. Who would let that happen? Who would think about something like that? She was crazy. Why was she here? Her thoughts started to overwhelm her.

  Kyle noticed and took her off to a corner. She was, at this point, starting to mutter under her breath. She was crazy. “Baby, calm down,” he said. “What has you so worked up?”

  “I have to be crazy. I need to go. I’m…I’m…”

  “Jenna, calm down. Nothing happened. Tell me, baby, what has you so upset?” He sat in a chair she hadn’t noticed and pulled her onto his lap. Wrapping her tightly in his arms, he started talking soothingly to her. She was so worked up, she wasn’t paying attention to what he said. All she could think was someone had to be crazy to let someone take a whip to them.

  Jenna took a deep breath and asked, “Who lets someone take a whip to them? That’s crazy. Why would anyone enjoy that? What kind of person…?”

  “Baby, some people need that level of pain to let go. They have things in their past or present and can’t let go without the endorphins it releases. Not everyone needs or wants that level of pain. It’s not for everyone and no one will force you to try it without your consent. Safe, sane and consensual. Nothing without your consent. No one said you needed that level of pain, and I for one do not believe in causing pain for pain’s sake. I would never hurt you. I would never do anything without your consent. If it’s not something you want, we won’t try it. Just like the piercing. And if you don’t want to watch something like that, we don’t have to.” He was rubbing her back and talking very softly to her. Her gentle Kyle would never do something like that to her, but would Dom Kyle? He said no and she needed to believe him.

  “Have you ever whipped someone?” Jenna asked timidly.

  He took a deep breath. Now was not the time to lie to her, but how did he tell her without scaring her more? Another deep breath. Tell the truth. “Yes, I have. I’m a whip master and am often asked to whip subs whose master can’t or won’t. But never without consent, and never on an unwilling sub. I will not whip for punishment, even if asked…there are other whip masters who enjoy that. I don’t give pain for pain’s sake. I only use a whip with the consent of the sub and the master. I would never hurt anyone.” He hoped he had convinced her, but could see the confusion in her eyes.

  “Jenna, believe me. I will not whip you without your consent. I never pick up a whip in anger and would never use one on someone without their consent. Please believe me. I know this is very new to you. I follow the rules of safe, sane and consensual and would never break a sub’s trust or a master’s trust. Trust is something very valuable and very hard to earn. Not worth losing.”

  She took a deep breath, “Okay, I guess I’m better now. I’m sorry I freaked there. This is all new to me and I lost it for a minute or so.” Well, maybe more than a minute, but…

  He leaned down and kissed her, licking her lips until she opened and let him in. His tongue mated with hers and she started to melt. Continuing the kiss, he reached for her breast and started rubbing and pulling. “Let’s take this to a room. You’ve seen enough for one night.”

  He picked her up and carried her down a hall she hadn’t noticed before. “The private rooms are here and I reserved one for the weekend. No one will disturb us and we can come and go as we please. I hope you stay all weekend with me,” he said as he set her on her feet.

  She hadn’t brought clothes. All she had was what she was wearing. All weekend. Hmm.

  Chapter Three

  “All weekend?” she asked.

  “Yes, I have the room until Sunday evening when the Club closes. I thought it would give us a chance to get to know each other better and play.”

  “But I didn’t bring any clothes, I need to…” She needed to what? There was no one she needed to let know. Sadie was her only friend who would worry and if she knew her, she would be here all weekend also, and Kyle had already told her Jenna was going to call in the morning. No pets to feed, no work for the weekend, who would she need to worry about? She was an adult and could do anything she wanted.

  “I have clothes for you, not that you will need many, and you can call Sadie and anyone else you need to notify in the morning. You had planned to be with me tonight, so no one should miss you till morning, and I really want this.” He pulled her into his arms and started rubbing her back again. “Now, if we were on the Club floor, you would be in trouble. You have not called me Sir or Master for several minutes. But since we are in a room and not in a scene, I will let it go for now. Please remember, on the Club floor or in a scene you will call me Sir or Master, or there will be trouble to be had.” He laughed at this.

  Jenna looked around the room. It was beautiful. Like an expensive hotel suite. “May I explore?”

  “Yes, baby, look around. We’ll be here for a while and if you like, I would want us to come here often.”

  Jenna opened doors and found the bathroom. It was bigger than her first apartment, with a walk-in shower for at least ten people, a Jacuzzi tub she could swim in, and all the rest of the fittings. Very nice. The next door sported a bed, the largest she had ever seen, with a couple chairs and a chaise. The room they were in was a sitting room with a flat-screen TV, couch, chairs, and tables. No kitchen to be found, but that was okay. She had the feeling she was going to be too busy to cook, and if she was going to spend the weekend with Kyle, he could take her out to eat.

  As if reading her mind, he said, “The Club has a full restaurant and they cater to all the suites. They can and will make anything we want, from a peanut butter sandwich to a gourmet meal. Are you hungry, baby?”

  “No, not now. I’m fine. Something to drink would be nice.”

  “Champagne,” he said with a flourish. There it was, sitting on the table. Why hadn’t she not
iced it before? Observant much?

  He poured them each a glass and indicated she should sit down on the couch. He sat beside her and they sipped their drinks. “What questions do you have for me?” he asked.

  Questions, she had no clue. Think of something, fast. “How did you get involved in this lifestyle?” Good save.

  “A friend of mine from the Air Force was involved and he took me to my first club,” he said. “I had always had a need for control and didn’t know what it meant or how to go about it. The girls I dated were all vanilla and none of them would even think of letting me do some of the things I wanted to. As I said before, I don’t need to hurt someone, I just need control. My way. No questions asked. Mainly in the bedroom, but sometimes it spills over into other parts of my life. What else can I tell you?”

  “Well, I really don’t know that much about you. What are you willing to share with me?”

  “My father and two older brothers live in Montana where I grew up. My mother is dead, killed in a crash when I was in the Air Force. I was in the Air Force for ten years and now work in security. I’ve lived in Denver for a while, and hardly ever go back to Montana. My brothers visit often and I enjoy that. Now your turn.”

  “I’m sorry about your mother, that must be hard. Not much to tell about me. I moved out here from Illinois several years ago. Sadie and I roomed together for a while, then I moved out on my own. My dad is still alive and living in my hometown. I have a brother who lives there with his wife and children. I’m closest to my sister, but she’s in Florida and I don’t see her often, though we talk on the phone all the time. I do medical billing to pay the bills and other than that, I’m pretty boring.”

  “You’re not boring to me. We’ll talk more later. Now, I have some things I want you to learn, then we need to get your punishment over with. Then fun.”

  “Now, the first thing I want you to learn is some poses. The way I want you to stand and kneel in the club and when we are alone. The first pose is the one you will be in the most. You should practice it often and get comfortable with it. But first…you need to strip. I will want you naked most often and you need to learn to be comfortable in your own skin.”