Submitting to the Doctor (Cowboy Doms 7)

What the hell am I doing, Sis? Lillian had asked herself that question numerous times all day and continued to do so on the way out to this private club. Am I going tonight to appease my curiosity, to keep from missing you so much or because there’s a certain doctor I can’t seem to get out of my system, even knowing he’s into the whole dominant sexual control thing? Her sister had always been the one she confided in, the one she could bounce ideas off of, vent to or seek advice from. The acute void from Liana’s loss had threatened to drag her down all day as she’d struggled to choose from riding to The Barn with Nan or telling her she’d changed her mind. What the hey, she’d thought, using Liana’s favorite expression as she dashed out to Nan’s car when she honked. I’ll be packing up and leaving anytime now, so why not go and see what the big draw is for these people? That thought drew a tightness in her chest she refused to think about right now.

“Thanks again for picking me up,” Lillian said, running her hands down her black, pleated skirt. “You’re sure this is okay?” She waved a hand in front of her white, button-up silk blouse.

“Perfect. You’re still covered more than the Masters like, but as a guest you’ll be fine. Master Grayson approved your guest pass and a waiver on attire, but like I said this morning, you’ll be more comfortable meeting in the middle of the required dress code of short skirts or shorts. Dan went early for a meeting with the Masters, but I can show you around before I meet up with him.”

“Okay, that’s just weird, needing a waiver on wearing jeans and a sweater to a club.” And she had a feeling that was a minor oddity compared to what she would be viewing soon.

Nan chuckled as she pulled onto the highway. “You remind me of my first visit. The only difference is I already knew I was sexually submissive and was eager to explore my options.”

“I already know I’m not, but I’m not a prude. Doesn’t everyone fantasize about voyeurism?”

“Probably, but few are brave enough to appease their curiosity. Stay open to other potential turn-ons and you might surprise yourself, or not, considering Master Mitchell has already given you a taste of what he likes.”

Two tastes, Lillian reflected, intending to keep that tidbit to herself. She still had trouble reconciling with her easy capitulation of lying over Mitchell’s lap for a bare-butt spanking and she wasn’t about to give Nan more ammunition to use against her denials of possessing even one submissive bone in her body.

“He caught me at a grief-stricken moment, when my defenses were down.”

“And he’s an excellent Dom, experienced in knowing what, and how much to control and give. I’ll bet you climaxed more than once.” Nan smirked as she turned onto a narrow, unpaved road that bisected woodsy trees.

“I was long overdue,” Lillian admitted with a rueful smile. “Where the heck is this place?” Other than the headlights illuminating their way, they were enshrouded in darkness.

“Right… here.” They emerged into a clearing and Nan whipped into a space between two oversized pickup trucks in the gravel lot as Lillian took in the huge renovated barn.

Following Nan across the lot, she resisted the urge to look for Mitchell?

??s SUV. “A lot of work went into this place,” she said as they stepped through the wide double doors into a spacious foyer.

“Yes, it did, and they keep adding changes. Shoes off and in one of these cubbies.” Nan toed off her ankle boots and Lillian followed suit, assuming this was one of those weird rules that went with the required shorts, skirts or anything else that left a lot of bare skin showing. Shrugging out of her knee-length coat, Nan asked with a wicked grin, “Ready, girlfriend?”

Eying her friend’s black lace corset that showcased and revealed her full breasts and the matching thong, she already felt out of place before even entering the club. “As I’ll ever be.”

“Relax, you’ll have fun no matter how far you go tonight.”

Instant denial sprang to her lips. “I’m only… holy shit.” Stopping dead in her tracks as soon as she entered the main club space, strident cries echoing down from her upper left drew Lillian’s eyes. The lighting was dimmer in the open loft but she could still make out the naked woman whose arms and legs were stretched in wide V’s, bound to what appeared to be a wooden X frame. A few feet from that contraption, another woman’s wrists were cuffed to a dangling chain and two men held her between them, their tandem thrusting in and out of the petite blonde’s pussy and ass the most erotic thing Lillian had ever witnessed. The pose, with the men’s heads bent to each side of her arched neck, their hands roaming in soothing caresses as they used her body with care, kept her gaze riveted on the threesome.

“That’s Kelsey and Masters Greg and Devin. The guys broke the news of their relationship to their families last Christmas and got their support and blessings to marry. Now they have to decide which man will be her legal husband.”

Tearing her eyes away from the scene, Lillian followed Nan toward the circular bar in the center of the lower floor, winding through the tables and chairs on the way. From that brief observation of the trio, she didn’t envy their decision. Her steps faltered as she spotted Mitchell at the bar the moment he scowled at something a young, pretty blonde said to both him and the black-haired, black-eyed bartender as she trailed her fingers down Mitchell’s rigid arm with a coy smile. In a quick move, he pinned her hands behind her back and pressed her torso down on the bar top. The three hard smacks he delivered on her wriggling, silk panty-covered butt caused Lillian’s cheeks to clench in remembered pleasure/pain.

Mitchell pulled her up and the chastised girl lowered her eyes, saying something to the bartender that seemed to appease both men. Lillian couldn’t help it, she rolled her eyes, put off by the girl’s subdued posture and the pleasure reflected on her face as both men nodded their approval. Naturally, Mitchell would have to swing his observant gaze her way at that precise moment. One dark brow winged up as he eyed her with cool reproach.

Nan sighed next to her. “If that look doesn’t make you shiver, there’s something seriously wrong with you, girlfriend.”

“You go for that heavy handedness, I don’t. It’s just a difference in preferences,” Lillian returned, her heart thumping faster as Mitchell slid off the bar stool and strolled toward her.

“Uh, huh. And how many orgasms did you say he gave you?”

“Shut up.”

Nan laughed and then turned her smile on Mitchell with a devious gleam in her eyes. “Master Mitchell. I think you could give Lillian a better tour and insight into our lifestyle than me. Do you mind?”

“Not at all. I can start with explaining the necessity of showing respect, not only to us Doms, but the submissives who don’t hide from or deny their needs.”

Disapproval colored his deep tenor and that shiver Nan mentioned rippled under Lillian’s skin, his chastisement hitting its mark. He was right. She didn’t understand the draw of dominance but could have sworn she didn’t judge. It wasn’t pleasant discovering a new flaw in her character.

“She seems young to know this is what she wants,” Lillian said in defense, watching the girl bounce off with another man as if nothing unfavorable had just happened.

Mitchell grasped her elbow, as if to ensure she didn’t take off, and nodded at Nan. “I’ll take good care of our guest, Nan. Thank you.”