An Eye For An Eye (The Club)

“I’m not doing this with you right now. So behave.” I’m trying to shake off the images of Jude up on the cross at another man’s mercy. Forced submission was not what I was into, but explaining it to someone as untried as her would be…much too heady for me to get into right now without some time and distance between the event of today and our history.

Her lips grazed my ear whispering, “But I don’t want to behave.”

“Jude.” My teeth grind.

“Then I’ll just go to the next open Friday night and ask someone else.” Or maybe time was completely irrele

vant? She certainly knew how to push my buttons.

“The fuck you will.”

“Please, Lorand?” She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling my face down to hers and the proximity of her lips was like offering a thirsty man a cold drink in the hot sun. She practically batted her eyelashes at me over those cloudy dark eyes that I loved and I was lost, over the edge and sinking.

Gone.

Done.

Toast.

Nine

JUDE

His hands held me at a safe distance away from his muscular chest I wanted so badly to rub up against. A cat in heat had nothing on how turned on and primed I was for him. His face met mine forehead to forehead. “Take the rest of your clothes off.” He’s growly and tense.

“But?”

“Stop trying to top me, Jude, and do what I said. Now. You want to know what being a part of the club is like then listen with those gorgeous ears of yours instead of trying to see what you can’t with perfect sight.” I swallowed back my apprehension. I’m not afraid of Lorand, but this vocal bossy side of him is completely new and unsettling. My body clenches liking this side of my quiet man.

The counter opposite.

I feel him stand close to me brushing up against me, his fingers grazing along my rib cage to settle on my hip bones pinching. “I’m waiting, beautiful girl.” Sensing this was now or never, I stripped off the rest of my torn dress with panting breaths.

“What next?”

“Don’t be impatient. I’ll tell you what happens next, but first we start with a word.”

“A word? Like a safe word?” I knew the basics of BDSM, since the movie Fifty Shade of Grey came out, but I was a little behind on my overall sexual knowledge. Tumblr only goes so far without visually seeing it. It was something like bondage, domination, submission and masochism…some parts were obviously more interesting to me than others.

Lorand was talking and I partially listened, a bad habit of mine when I got tripped up in my inner thoughts. “Jude? Jude?”

“Hmm? I’m listening,” and he caught me.

“No, you’re not, not really–but, you shouldn’t even need to use it with me. I always….” He stopped and I wondered if he was going to mention other women to me, but he doesn’t thankfully because I don’t think I could handle that. “Mouse. That’s your safe word.”

“M-mouse.” I say the word testing it out. “Why mouse?”

Lorand leans into me, his breath harsh against my ear. “Because a mouse is a falcon’s prey.” He speaks as if this should be common knowledge and picks me up to the counter in the kitchen depositing me tenderly on the smooth surface which doesn’t match his edgy behavior. I feel like there is more to the explanation, but when his lips smile against my skin I’m lost to the touch he grants me. Sweet, subtle movements meant to distract me and work wonders on my fractured state of mind.

“Now this will be lesson one.”

“Lesson?”

“Topping again?”

“No. Um, sorry?”

“Don’t apologize. Just listen. Disobedient subs get punished; however, I don’t think we’re anywhere near that kind of dynamic….” Isn’t that what I’ve been doing all this time with him? “And you’re barely submissive as it is….” I shut my mouth before I can say anything else that would send him running off and leaving me painfully alone, again. Maybe that’s what he means by punishment? Alone is the last thing I want after tonight, so I let Lorand have his way. He leans me back on the counter and props my legs up and open to him. Exposed as I am, I know he can see everything and we’ve never taken things this far before. His breath hissed and his hands caressed my skin parting me with reverence.