Starboard (Anchored 1)

Christina is something else. I’ve never met a sub quite like her before. She’s beautiful and sweet and obviously experienced, but she seems to be a little scared, too. She seems to be a little shy. She seems to be worried about giving too much of herself.

And as selfish as it is, I want her to give herself to me.

I want to get to know her.

I want to know what she likes, and what she hates, and what she’s scared of.

I want to peel back layer after layer after layer and see the real her. I want to see who she is at her core. I want to see what makes Christina herself.

She heads for the voyeur rooms. She’s following her Dom a few steps behind him, obviously out of respect for the new player.

“Going to enjoy the show again?” Tony asks, following my eyes. “I’m not sure if I can stand to watch a third week in a row.”

“I need to see it,” I tell him. What I don’t say is that I want to be there to protect her in case this guy fucks up. I want to be there to keep her safe. I want to be there to watch over her.

I don’t know why I feel like Christina needs protection, but I do. I don’t know anything about her except what I’ve seen in scenes and what I’ve heard from other people at the club, but I want to be there for her. Everyone in the world needs a friend and tonight, I’m going to be that friend for Christina, whether she realizes it or not.

Tony sighs, but follows me as I move through the crowd. The club is in full swing tonight. It’s not a theme night, but it’s packed. A couple of girls are making out on one stage while a Dom watches over them, circling them. Another stage has a male submissive bent over a spanking bench. His Domme is spanking him with a paddle. Each thwap! of the paddle against his skin elicits a groan. Yeah, this is more of a reward than a punishment for him.

Each stage has a crowd around it. A lot of the spectators are simply standing around, watching. Others are in chairs, enjoying the scenes comfortably. A couple of people are having sex out in the open while they watch the scenes. It takes a certain bravery as a couple to be able to do that, and I love seeing how people connect with each other in that way.

There’s a reason Mary and I aren’t together anymore, and sadly, a lot of it has to do with my interest in BDSM. She had no interest in anything beyond my wallet. Although she pretended to be interested in BDSM and even took a class with me, once it was apparent I was actually serious about playing, she immediately started cheating on me with people I knew.

Specifically, with my clients.

The divorce was messy, ugly. I didn’t have to pay her alimony, but only because Tony is a fucking good attorney. We were only two years out of law school when it happened. I wasn’t even thirty yet. In the five years since the divorce, I’ve changed a lot, grown up a lot.

I’ve moved on.

I haven’t been in a serious relationship, though, and Tony knows why.

Christina intrigues me, though, and for the first time in a very long time, I’m actually considering whether pursuing a relationship is something that would be possible. I’m considering whether it would be a good idea. I’m considering whether I could offer her something, whether I could be good for her.

And when I’m honest with myself, I think I could be good for her.

When we arrive at the room she and her Dom chose, I’m a little surprised to see it’s a teacher’s office.

“Kinky little thing,” Tony murmurs. Christina is wearing a black bra and a black plaid miniskirt, so I should have figured they were going to do some sort of schoolteacher theme tonight.

There’s already a crowd gathered, including a dungeon monitor.

“She was smart to ask you to watch,” Tony says to the monitor, who nods, but says nothing. It’s a different monitor than last week, but something tells me all of the staff members are going to have their eye on Christina tonight. After last week’s fiasco with her Dom not respecting her safeword, it’s no wonder. No one wants to be known as the club that doesn’t keep its submissives safe.

The scene starts typically: she’s a naughty schoolgirl and she needs to be punished. She twirls her hair and winks playfully at the crowd gathered at the window before the Dom pushes her down on the desk and lifts her skirt. I groan as he reveals her bare bottom and begins spanking her.

I want to be the one spanking her.

I want to be the one disciplining her.

I want to be the one playing with her.

She spreads her legs as he spanks her, and I have a perfect view of her shaved pussy.

“Fuck,” Tony whispers, adjusting himself. “She’s fucking gorgeous, isn’t she?”

“With the right Dom, she really glows,” I admit. This guy is good. He seems to know exactly what she can take and what she can’t. He spanks her until tears are streaming down her face, but she doesn’t safeword. She takes his punishment, and then he turns her around so she’s sitting on the desk. She cringes as her sore bottom hits the wood, and he murmurs something to her.

She smiles, and spreads her legs, and he kneels before her and starts to lick her.