Battleship (Anchored 2)

“Here you go,” June says, cutting into the moment. She places the whiskey in front of Lily and looks at me. “Another?”

“Please,” I push my empty glass toward June and she starts making me another drink.

“You…you aren’t playing tonight,” Lily says, looking at my wrist. I hold it up, showing off the bright pink band I’m wearing.

“Not tonight, no.”

“Why not?”

“Curious, are you?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

“Hey,” I lift her chin with my finger. “You’re fine, sweetie. I’m just making conversation. I wasn’t insulting you.”

“I’m sorry. I guess I’m still a little nervous.” Her hand clasps her drink, but she doesn’t bring it to her lips, nor does she move away from my touch.

“What are you nervous about?” I stroke her cheek gently. She doesn’t move away.

“I…I’m trying to be brave,” she admits quietly, like it’s a secret. “I’m trying to, you know, get out of my comfort zone, I guess. I’m 26 now. I guess I’m worried about turning into a crazy cat lady.”

“So, is it safe to say you don’t have a boyfriend?” My hand moves to her hair and I begin running my fingers through it.

“I do not have a boyfriend.” Her voice is a whisper. She’s still a little nervous, but she’s trying so hard to be bold. Lily is interesting, and it’s not often a sub interests me anymore. I still enjoy coming to Anchored and watching the scenes, but I don’t often play with anyone. I haven’t taken a submissive in a very, very long time.

“What made you decide to come to Anchored tonight?”

“It was a bad week. My friend invited me to come with her and her fiancé. I mean, her and her Dom.”

“Are you going to have a threeway with them tonight when you go home?”

“What? No!” Lily blurts out. Then, again, she covers her mouth. My hand is still in her hair, and she drops her hand from her mouth and leans into my touch. She’s nervous, and she’s silently letting me comfort her. She has no idea how happy this makes me.

I drop my hand to her thigh, and Lily goes still, but doesn’t push my hand away.

“It’s not a bad thing,” I tell her. “It’s certainly nothing to be ashamed about.” I lower my voice and lean into her ear. “Now it’s my turn to be curious about you, kitten. I just wanted to know if I needed to be jealous of my friend Zack tonight. I wanted to know if he was going to be playing with your sweet little pussy because I’m not going to lie: I’m very, very curious about that.”

“You are?” She whispers, and I press my lips to her ear, and then to her neck. I’m moving too soon, too fast, but I want to know what she’ll do, and I want to taste her. Lily’s here out of curiosity? I’ll satisfy that anyway she likes. No, we can’t play at the club because we’re both drinking, but there’s no rule about kissing.

There’s no rule about a little petting.

“Master Thorn,” she whispers, and the way she says my name makes me so fucking hard. I was already hard, but now my cock is straining against my leathers, threatening to break through the damn pants if I don’t stop or get a release soon.

“Yes, kitten?”

“Is it bad…is it too forward if I say you’re really sexy?” Her eyes flutter up to mine, and I realize this is the moment. It’s now o

r never. She’s being brave, just as she said she wanted to. I realize Lily isn’t the type of woman who just picks up a guy. Hell, if she’s had sex with anyone recently – or in the last few years – I’ll be shocked. Still, she’s being bold, and sexy, and seductive.

Good behavior should be rewarded.

“Is it too forward if I say I want to kiss you?” I whisper back.

The music in the club has faded to an afterthought. I barely even notice it as I look at Lily, as I stroke her thigh with my fingers. Her skin is soft and perfect, and I want to slide my fingers even higher. I want to push aside the fabric of her shorts and see if she’s wearing panties. I want to see if she’s shaved. I want to see how she feels.

“No, I don’t think that’s too forward.”

“You’re very beautiful,” I press my lips to her cheek, and then I move to her lips. I press mine to hers and instantly, she parts her lips for me and our tongues collide. I didn’t mean for this to be a deep or serious kiss, yet somehow, it makes sense that it would be.