Melodie's Song [The Black Dahlia Hotel 3] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) Page 5

  Chapter Six

  The Loft, Stranahan Shoe Factory Building, Tribeca Section of New York, New York, Saturday night, July 4, 2015

  They were in the elevator on the way up to the loft. Logan could see the nerves jumping in Melodie’s throat. She said she wanted a scene in the dungeon, but did she just want to please him? Well, they could give it a try. If she was too freaked, they could just go back into the apartment.

  “Melodie? If you’re not ready to try this, I’ll understand. This wasn’t even on your radar a few days ago.”

  She looked up at him. “I want to try it. We just need to go slow, and you’ll have to tell me what to do. I know this is important to you, and frankly, I’ve been curious about what it would be like, ever since those crazy books.”

  “Okay. We’ll sit down in the apartment and talk about hard limits first. You’ll choose your safe word, and I’ll tell you what to expect. Then, if you still want to, we’ll go out to the dungeon. How’s that? I don’t want you to be scared, baby, after all you’ve been through.”

  “That’s good.” She was looking calmer now. “Logan, I don’t want you to treat me like I’m damaged. I don’t want to be damaged. I can handle this. Whether I like it or not is something we have to discover, but I can handle it. I don’t want the knife attack to be the defining moment in my life and to influence everything else.”

  “That doesn’t define you for me, Melodie. For me, you are a beautiful woman who is going to trust me with her pleasure in a new and interesting way.”

  “Just so we’re clear on that point.” She smiled at him, and he got a warm feeling around his heart. Logan took her hand and they walked through the dark loft back toward the dungeon.

  “I want you to see the dungeon and the equipment so you’ll know what I’m talking about, and then we’ll go back to the apartment and talk.” He wanted to allay her fear of the unknown without lessening her excitement and anticipation. They had to discuss the premise of Dominance and submission in order to begin her sub training. Starting her training in the loft dungeon might be a bit overwhelming at this point, but he would see how she felt after they had talked. He wanted her to have a realistic sense of what was in store for her before they started. He didn’t want to downplay the dominance aspects of the relationship. That wouldn’t be fair.

  He unlocked the door, flipped on the lights, and ushered her into the dungeon with his calming hand in the small of her back. She looked around in amazement at the BDSM equipment. The St. Andrew’s Cross was particularly intimidating. Maybe he should have just taken her into the apartment for the first time. Well, it was too late for that now. He thought he might as well initiate her as he would any other new sub.

  “Logan, I had no idea.” She looked stunned.

  “Okay. That big x-shaped wooden piece of equipment is called a St. Andrew’s Cross, and it is used to restrain a sub. That piece that looks like a sawhorse is a spanking bench. The use of that is self-explanatory. Those chains secured to the ceiling are called hanging chains, and that pulley and rope system is used for suspension bondage. There are lots of other pieces of equipment, from cuffs to spreader bars, that you will become acquainted with as we go along. Look around and ask me any questions that might occur to you now, and then we’ll go into the apartment and talk.” He wasn’t sure she would be able to form any questions.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Melodie, do you just want to forget this? I don’t want to pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  “No. Let’s talk. I can’t promise I’ll be able to do this, but I don’t want to chicken out at the first obstacle.”

  He took her hand and led her out of the dungeon, turning the light out and locking the doors after them. Once they were in the apartment he sat he down on the huge leather sectional sofa in the living area. “Do you want something to drink? Soda? Water? No alcohol. I don’t drink and scene, and neither should you. Perceptions can be dangerously altered on both sides.”

  “Cold water would be good.”

  He brought two glasses full of water and ice and sat down next to her. He squeezed her fingers and then took her hand and placed it on his thigh. He kissed her cheek and then briefly her mouth. This was time for talking, and he didn’t want it to escalate into sex at the moment.

  “Okay, Melodie, I guess I’ll just jump right on in here.” He took a sip of his water to give himself a moment to put his thoughts in order. He wasn’t used to having to explain. All of his partners had been experienced subs. “D/s, or Dominance and submission, is really just an exchange of power. The sub gives over his or her power to the Dominant in exchange for the pleasure and safety that the Dominant provides. It is not only about sex. It’s also about trust and the emotional connection.”

  “What does the acronym stand for?”

  “BDSM stands for Bondage & Discipline, Dominance & Submission and Sadomasochism. Some people call it the ‘lifestyle.’” He paused to give her an opportunity to digest that information and ask a question if she was able to formulate one. “It is often depicted in internet porn, but that really is not accurate information.”

  “I sort of knew that already.” She looked interested but not absolutely shocked, although her face was bright pink.

  “I’m a Dominant, or Dom. As my partner, you would be a submissive or sub. Those terms are not gender-specific. There are female Doms, or Dommes, and male subs.” He waited for her to protest, but she just sat there with a stunned look on her face. He continued. “It sometimes involves spanking and whipping, rope bondage, sensory deprivation, or orgasm denial. Most people don’t do all of those things all the time but pick and choose the things that bring themselves and their partners pleasure. It’s a consensual relationship, not abuse, whose purpose is to increase sexual tension and pleasure.

  “Both partners have to agree on what activities are okay. You would always have your safe word to stop the proceedings if you felt overwhelmed. Doms don’t just arbitrarily do things to subs, at least not the good ones. The by-words of the lifestyle are ‘safe, sane and consensual.’

  When she still said nothing, he continued. “We will carefully negotiate what the scene will entail and how far you are willing to go. That is what is called your ‘soft limits.’ We will also discuss what you absolutely don’t want to do, and those would be your ‘hard limits.’ Once we have established a D/s relationship, I would know your hard limits, and we probably wouldn’t discuss them all the time, but you can change them as you get more comfortable and your perceptions change. I would want you to confirm your agreement to submission before each scene. Do you have a word you want to use as your safe word?”

  She looked confused. “Ah, I don’t know. I can’t think of one right now.” She was beginning to look a little overwhelmed.

  “Okay. For now, let’s use ‘red’ as your safe word. We can change it later if you want to. You will use the safe word in the event you need me to stop what I am doing. Do not use it indiscriminately, since I will stop all activity as soon as you say it, and we will be done for that day. If you need a moment to process or a short reprieve, say ‘yellow.’ ‘Green’ means you are good to go. Are you okay, Melodie?”

  “Yes. I’m fine. Just trying to process. Can we go back to the dungeon and just start? I don’t want to overthink.”

  “Sure. We can do that. Don’t forget to use your safe words if you need to. About hard limits?”

  “I have no idea what to say, Logan. Can’t you just tell me?”

  “We’ll have this discussion again when you know more about what’s going on. For now, let’s just say no extreme whipping, extreme bondage, breath, knife or blood play. That covers the major areas.”

  Now she really looked stunned. “Ah. Okay. That sounds good.”

  Logan took her hand and they returned to the dungeon. He opened the door and flipped the lights back on. The different pieces of equipment were bathed in spotlights shining down from the industrial ceili
ng. He felt her muscles tense as she looked around again, and then she took several deep breaths and forced herself to relax. “Okay, Logan, let’s do this.”

  “Okay, sub, then we are in the scene. ‘In the scene’ just means when we are in a Dominant/submissive or D/s sexual situation here, in my apartment, at the club, at a private play party, or at any other location. You will address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master.’ My attitude will tell you when we are in a scene. You will not speak unless asked a direct question, and you will be respectful and obedient at all times. You will follow orders immediately, without questioning them. Do you understand? Your correct response would be ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir.’”

  She looked stunned. “Answer the question sub. I need to know that you’re with me and understand my orders.”

  “Uh, yes Sir,” she stammered. He was sure this was more than she had expected.

  “Okay. Take off your clothes, fold them neatly and put them on the shelf by the door. I’ll allow you to wear your underwear for now.” Her eyes were wide and she looked shocked. “Now, sub. Do not hesitate to obey my orders. Dragging your feet will earn you a spanking.”

  Melodie pulled her shirt over her head and pushed her jeans down and stepped out of them. She was left standing in a lacy bra, matching bikini panties and sandals.

  “Shoes off as well, sub.” Logan could see the goose bumps on her arms and the bewildered expression on her face. He immediately walked to the thermostat on the wall and bumped the temperature up a few degrees. She would have enough to contend with, without being cold. Part of his duty as a Dom was to see to her needs, not necessarily her wants.

  “Repeat the safe words.”

  “Yes, Master. Red means stop, yellow means take a break, and green means okay to continue.”

  “Good. First, I’ll teach you the slave position, which is just a position that you will be told to assume when waiting for your Master. Sit on your heels on the floor, knees spread, hands relaxed, palms up on your thighs. Keep your eyes down unless told otherwise. Sometimes I may order you to kneel and clasp your hands behind your back, or to stand with your hands clasped behind your back, with your legs spread shoulder-width apart. The idea is that your pussy is always open and available to your Master for his pleasure.”

  Melodie narrowed her eyes. She was starting to look stubborn. “I’m not sure I like this.”

  Logan did not want to let the situation get out of his control. “Sub, don’t try my patience. You won’t like the results. Now, assume the position.” Logan lowered his voice into the Dom range and stared her down. He could see that it was going to take a little effort to subdue her naturally strong personality. She had to be strong to have survived what had happened to her. She was accustomed to being the one in control of most situations.

  “Oh, all right, but I don’t think I am going to like this part.”

  He gave her the “add a Sir” look.

  “Sir.”

  He sighed. “I know I promised to be patient and go slow, but if you continue in this manner, I’m not going to be able to do that. Now, Melodie…do as you are told and don’t question every order.”

  Logan sat down in a large, comfortable upholstered chair in the corner and made a hand gesture for Melodie to assume the position on the floor next to him. She slowly lowered herself to the floor and sat on her heels as directed. “Good. Spread your legs a little more and look down.” When she had spread her legs open only an inch or so more, he just looked at her until she spread them further. “That’s better. Obedience will come more naturally, the more you do it.”

  He reached forward and ran his hand down over her back and down to her butt. He patted her gently to indicate his approval. “Good girl.” Most subs loved that phrase of approval and appreciation from their Doms.

  Her head sprang up, and she looked at him through squinted eyes and said, “That was a bit patronizing don’t you think?” Her expression was disbelieving.

  “You are to address me as ‘Sir’ or ‘Master’ and speak only when you are asked a direct question or when you ask to speak and are told you may communicate. Do you want me to swat your butt for your disrespectful attitude right now? I am giving you a little leeway here, since this is all new to you, but as Master, I will not tolerate that tone of voice in the future.” He turned up his stern expression to make his point. He knew his facial features were intimidating even without the Dom overtone.

  Melodie gulped and looked down. He could see she was considering getting her butt swatted and wasn’t sure she would enjoy the experience. He grinned to himself. This was definitely going to be a challenge. He had always liked his subs to have spirit, although too much spirit could sometimes be exhausting. “Now sit there for a few minutes and think about how you are going to improve your behavior.”

  Her smoldering gaze told him that he would probably have occasion to be sorry later. “Eyes down, respectful attitude.” He could almost hear her grinding her teeth. He had to make an effort not to smile.

  After a few minutes of seething silence, he gestured for her to rise. “Come and sit in my lap, little sub. You are actually doing very well for your first time and not having had any experience or time to consider the situation. I think we’ll saving binding you to the cross or spanking bench for another time. You have a lot to absorb, to start. There are some benefits for the sub in exchange for unconditional obedience.”

  When she was sitting in his lap, he cuddled her up against his chest and said, “Relax. This is supposed to be fun and sexy. I want to show you the benefits in a D/s relationship.”

  He began massaging the stiffness from her shoulders and running his hands up and down her arms. When he felt her begin to relax under his hands, he brought them down and cupped her breasts. He thumbed her pebbled nipples through the lacy bra and felt her shiver with reaction. He flipped the front clasp of her bra open and slipped it off her shoulders. He ran his tongue down the center of her chest and continued to play with her full breasts.

  He began to nuzzle the tender spot between her shoulder and neck. Her fragrance was entrancing, but he couldn’t identify it. Nice and fresh. Melodie began to squirm under his hands, obviously looking for more stimulation. He gently slid one hand down to cup her mons and begin a circular motion over her core, which began to rapidly heat up, as evidenced by her inability to sit still.

  When she relaxed into his touch, he slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties and began to play with her slick pussy, flicking his thumb over her clit. She sighed. She was clearly enjoying this. Her body didn’t lie. It was shouting loud and clear.

  “Do you like that, baby?”

  “Yes.”

  “The correct response would be ‘yes Sir.’ Want to try that again?”

  She groaned as he continued the light stimulation of her pussy. He glanced his fingers lightly over her clit, not giving her as much as she wanted. She was open and responsive once she relaxed.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  That response was a clear act of submission. It was a good start.

  “That’s good, sub. I’m going to remove your panties,” he said as he slid the silky scrap of lace down her legs. “Open for me.” He waited patiently as she slowly spread her legs wider for him. She was wet and starting to breathe heavily. With a little more stimulation, he would have her writhing and reaching for his touch. “One more thing, sub. You are not permitted to come without my verbal permission. No exceptions. You have to hold it, no matter how close to orgasm you are. Your pleasure is mine to give. If you come without permission, you will be punished.”

  * * * *

  Melodie looked at him with concern. She didn’t know if she could do it or not. She hadn’t had much luck with that the other night. She sighed. She had to admit that Logan really knew how to play her body.

  As Logan continued to work her pussy, she became more and more agitated and needy. She could feel his very satisfying reaction to her squirming against his hard shaft as it nestled agai
nst her bottom. He was getting harder and harder. This was interesting. She could elicit a reaction from him while she was supposedly submitting to his will.

  Logan pinched her bottom and she yelped. “What was that for?”

  “That was for what you were thinking. That is called ‘topping from the bottom,’ or in other words, trying to manipulate your Master into doing what you want instead of obeying as you should. It’s not acceptable behavior, and if you do it again, I’ll paddle your butt.” His stern expression told her he wasn’t kidding.

  “I’m sorry, Sir.” But she grinned inwardly. She was so not sorry. She could see where she might be able to have some fun with her stoic, hard-faced Master. She was prepared to push his limits as well. Logan was in for a surprise. She was not a pushover, and he was going to have to work for her submission.

  * * * *

  Logan could read her like a book. He was an experienced Dom, and had dealt with many subs who had the same ideas. He looked forward to the challenge. This little subbie was going to learn a lesson or two today that she might not have expected to learn. The first lesson was that he was the Master and in control of both their bodies. The second lesson was what happened to disobedient subs who came without permission. He continued to play with her pussy, pushing her closer and closer, and then backing off just as she was about to tip over the edge into her orgasm.

  “Remember, no coming until I give you permission.”

  She groaned again and said, “I don’t know if I can hold it.”

  He swatted her bottom and said, “You had better hold it. Part of the lesson today is learning control. Furthermore, I don’t believe I gave you permission to speak, and I did not hear my title.” He took his hand away from her pussy, and she became more agitated as she waited for him to continue the stimulation.

  “I’m sorry, Sir,” she mumbled. He could see she was having a hard time concentrating. He resumed his ministrations.