“It’s nice to meet you. Sir,” she tacked on, not wanting to get on anyone’s bad side.
He nodded at his wife, who now wore a satin, knee-length robe. “Cindy.”
As if she?
?d been waiting for his permission, Cindy smiled and held out her hand. “So nice to meet you. I hope you’re enjoying the club.”
“It’s an eye-opener,” she replied with a rueful grin.
“We need to get going, but I hope you’ll come back, Lillian. Mitchell, will we see you at the monthly meeting?”
“I plan on it.”
As soon as they were left alone, Lillian rounded on Mitchell with one question before she talked herself out of asking it. “How do I know for sure what I want?”
He scrutinized her face for a moment before replying, “Explore, experiment and find out. I can’t answer for you, but I can assist you along the way to discovery, if you’re brave enough to take the first step.”
She stiffened, narrowing her eyes at the challenge in his tone and behind his words. Between her pulsing body, rioting emotions and that dare, turning him down wasn’t an option. Lillian was starting to get a better understanding of what she’d subjected Liana to with her constant challenges.
“How much bossiness do I have to tolerate?”
“I only dish out what is necessary, pet.”
Blowing out a breath, Lillian nodded. “What are you suggesting?”
Chapter 9
Lillian would continue to deny it, but the interest in what she’d seen so far was there. Mitchell had watched her pupils darken as he explained the side position on the wheel of misfortune, her nipples harden and face flush as they paused to take in Mindy’s writhing body convulsing in climax from a swat that reddened her bare labia and the pulse in her neck jump as they approached Brett and Cindy.
Since returning from dinner at the Dunbars’ last night, he had been unable to stop picturing her here, with him tutoring her. Like her, he could admit to lust. What he still couldn’t come to terms with was the way she continued to invade his thoughts since meeting her. They shared nothing in common and both agreed they weren’t each other’s type. Taking a step back as her physician had failed to settle the matter, so that left one more option; to assuage the lust.
“What are you suggesting?”
Her question hung in the air between them. She wouldn’t jump into an intense scene, but he could give her a taste of his preferences that might convince her to go a little further. If not, at least they could put whatever this was that kept pulling them together to bed and move on, she to wherever she was headed next and him back to forging a new life without Abbie.
“A better question is what are you willing to try? Light bondage? Public or private, covered, partly bared or naked? The possibilities are endless. Most newbies prefer a secluded spot for their first scene.” Her eyes narrowed and fists clenched, signs she didn’t like being lumped in with most newbies, as he suspected. The snowball fight she’d initiated at the cabin had given him a glimpse of her competitive streak. In order to take advantage of this opportunity, he would use every bit of knowledge about her to ensure she got the most out of this experience. “Give me something to start with and I’ll take it from there.”
Lillian’s chest lifted as she sucked in a deep breath. “I’m fine with staying up here as long as we’re off to the side or in a darker corner. I don’t want to be fully restrained, denied all movement.” She cast a quick glance behind him at the people in scenes and milling about. “And prefer to start covered.” A taunting smile curled her lips as she looked up at him. “Can you do that, Master Mitchell.”
“A little cautionary advice, pet,” he said, clasping her hand, “it’s not wise to challenge a Dom.” Spotting a vacant spanking bench in the corner, he tugged her over to it. “Wait here a minute while I get a few things.”
She tensed next to him, likely from the order, but he didn’t look at her as he strode to the cabinet on the wall a few feet away. He didn’t have anything in mind until he opened the doors and spotted the thigh straps with attached wrist cuffs. Perfect. Selecting those, he went to the toy cabinet, debating over dildos, vibrators and various spanking implements. A new item caught his eye and he reached for the glass anal beads, his cock twitching as he imagined inserting them, and her response. Picking up the dual slapper and feather tickler, he carried the objects back to Lillian, who eyed them with a mixture of interest and trepidation.
“Remember, saying red ends whatever I’m doing, without question. If you need to ask me about something, go ahead. Otherwise, try to focus on what your body is saying. Are you wearing panties?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Of course,” he murmured, watching as she realized his inquiry was appropriate given the different stages of attire by everyone. He unzipped her skirt, keeping his eyes on hers. “You’ll still be covered, then, if I remove this. Step out,” he instructed as the black garment fell to her feet and left her standing in a pair of beige silk panties and white blouse.
Stooping in front of her, he slid his hands up her smooth right leg. She clutched his shoulders as he reached the top of her thigh and wrapped the Velcro strap. “Drop your right arm.”
Her muscles tensed under his hands as she questioned him. “Why?”
Glancing up, he pinned her with a disapproving frown. “Because I said to.”
Lillian huffed, those violet eyes swirling with indecision before she gave in to his calm patience and lowered her hand. Mitchell nodded in approval then turned his attention to attaching the cuff to her wrist, binding her arm to her upper thigh, checking to make sure the snug fit wasn’t too restricting. He did the same procedure on her left, only he grabbed her hand off his shoulder himself to secure that arm to her leg before pushing to his feet and cupping her chin. “Are you clothed enough and is this dark and secluded enough to continue?”
“Yes.” She jerked against the restraints, a confident grin lighting up her face. “I’m not going to freak out on you, Doc.”