Good Girl (22 page)

She forced her mind away from the fact
that it was locked. She had to try. He was so happy and excited, she couldn’t
be a kill-joy. So many things that he proposed that she thought would be
awful—like spanking—turned out to be completely different than she imagined.
This would probably be the same.

Still, she really hoped he wouldn’t pull
out a leash next, or she would have to say
Stop
. It felt wrong for her.
She remembered how that bald man led the heavy-set woman around on a leash at
the Paddles. They had seemed perfectly happy but she couldn’t imagine letting
Hunter do that to her.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, realizing
she hadn’t said a word. “I love the pink crystals. Thank you, Hunter. You’re so
sweet to surprise me with your presents.”

“I have another surprise.”

“Oh?”

“There’s a party we can go to tonight. A
private party in a penthouse loft. Everyone there will be kinky so there will
be scenes happening.”

Suddenly she looked at herself in the
mirror with new eyes. “You want me to go out wearing this?”

“You can put something over it to get
there. But there will be lots of people at the party dressed like this. Or even
less.”

Her pleasant dreams of a seductive night
at home disappeared.
One woman will never be enough for him,
Minx had
said. He was inviting her into his world, which was a lot more exhibitionistic
than she really wanted. But she had to admit, their scene at the Paddles had
been incredibly hot.

She couldn’t keep shutting out things
because she was scared.

“Okay, let’s do it,” she said.

Kali put on more makeup than usual to go
with the sex-bomb dress, and fluffed her hair out like she had just rolled out
of bed. Hunter loved it and kept hugging her and kissing her, interrupting her
as she tried to get ready. The collar did look really pretty.

They took a cab into the city, and she
wore a light coat over her corset dress. It was kind of cool, like she was
sneaking around and getting away with it.

To get to his friend’s apartment, they
had to go through a door surrounded by ornamental stonework into a drab
linoleum hallway. It was in an old building near Union Square, so the elevator
was tiny and seven people could hardly fit inside. It chugged to the top, all
twelve floors, with agonizing slowness. Kali leaned back against Hunter as the
people chatted. He knew the couple, and the other three had come together.

The elevator opened at the top and they
filed through the anteroom into someone’s apartment. It had very high ceilings
with three massive arched windows marching down the wall. Even though it was a
big room, it was comfortably full of people. The lighting was dim, but one
glance was enough to show that most of the women were as scantily-clad as Kali.
Some of the men, as well.

She parted with her coat, not without an
inward tremor. But she was being brave, and Hunter kissed her hand as if he
could sense her inward struggle. Hand-in-hand, he led her around and introduced
her to people. Several of them asked her what her FetLife name was, and one
woman finally explained that FetLife was the social website where you could
join online groups and talk about what sort of play you were interested in.
Kali decided she would sign up. She had so many questions and it would help if
she could ask online without having to look someone in the face while she did
it.

Some people were playing—including a
paddling scene on one of the terraces. There were repeated loud smacking
sounds, but the view was blocked from the surrounding buildings by
strategically-placed trellises with vines growing on them.

Mostly people were talking. When Kali
and Hunter returned to the living room and sat down near another couple,
Catherine said, “That’s a pretty collar.”

Catherine’s husband Robert was a lean
man in his fifties, fit as if he worked out every day. Catherine was an elegant
woman at least twenty years younger.

“Hunter gave it to me tonight.” Kali
touched it at her throat. The padlock was warm now against her skin, not cold
like it had been at first.

“Collaring someone is an old tradition
in the leather community,” Robert said. “It meant you were dedicated to serving
another, and your master to taking care of you.”

Kali’s expression must have shown her
doubt, because Catherine gave Robert a light tap with her riding crop. “A
collar can mean different things to different people.”

Robert immediately dropped his gaze and
said, “Yes, Mistress.”

That really bothered Kali. Catherine
leaned over and murmured to Robert, so obviously there was some sort of sexual
dynamic at play with his wife in control. But Kali hadn’t been expecting it to
suddenly crop up in a casual conversation about her collar. Maybe there was
nothing casual about collars. She certainly couldn’t pull her mind away from
hers for long.

Perhaps that was Hunter’s intention, to
make her mindful that she was here as his submissive. But did that mean he
thought he could silence her with a tap? She hoped not.

They took another turn through the
penthouse and now there were people on the beds, naked and kissing.

Suddenly it looked like the
stereotypical sex party she had imagined before she met Hunter. It was an orgy!
She wasn’t expecting that.

She drank a glass of wine quicker than
usual, and then most of a second one before Hunter gently took the glass from
her hand. “Drinking and playing don’t go well together.”

She was feeling much more relaxed now.
“I didn’t know I was planning on playing.”

He smiled. “I am. And I won’t be able to
unless you do.”

She wished he hadn’t put it that way. It
sounded like she was stopping him rather than he wanted to only be with her.

Then again, maybe it was time to turn
off her mind and just let Hunter make her feel good for a while. If only they
were at home instead of in the midst of a bunch of people having an orgy. Her
mom’s disapproving face kept popping into her mind.

“Okay,” she agreed.

“Good, there’s something I want you to
try,” he said.

In spite of her wariness, a wonderful
anticipation was rising in her, knowing she was going to try something new and
it could turn out to be amazing like so many other times before.

He took her through one of the numerous
doors off the hallway into a darkened office. There was nobody inside. A couple
paused to glance in the doorway as Hunter plugged something in and turned it
on.

A neon blue glow light the room. “It’s a
violet wand,” Hunter explained. “They’re based on medical devices used in the
19
^th
Century to treat nervous conditions.”

He brought it close to his own forearm
and an arc of blue leaped between the device and his skin. It make a crackling
sound, but he didn’t flinch.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

“It tingles, and depending on where you
put it, it can feel pretty intense. It’s static electricity so it won’t damage
your skin.”

He ran it up and down his arm, holding
it out straight so she could see that it didn’t leave any mark behind. “You
want to feel it?”

She held out her arm like he had done.
Hunter brought the tip of the wand close to her forearm. The blue arc leaped to
her skin, and she jerked at the sharp buzzing sensation.

“Ow!” She rubbed her skin, and the feeling
went away.

“It’s not that bad.”

She held out her arm again. “Let me try
it again.”

He picked up her hand and positioned the
wand over her index finger. He ran it slowly from her fingertip up the back of
her hand and arm, inside her elbow then up and around her shoulder in one long
slow motion. Her whole body shuddered.

“Wow…” she breathed.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“It makes my hair stand on end. Are you
sure it’s safe?”

He laughed. “I won’t touch your collar
with it, and as long as I don’t put it in your eyes, there’s nothing to worry
about.”

He started running the wand over her
entire body. It felt stronger the closer he came, and the speed of his strokes.
Short sharp bursts made her catch her breath, and she never knew when he would
bring the wand to almost touch her skin, sending a spike of sensation zinging
through her nerves.

There was no thinking now. Not about the
curious people who crowded in through the door to watch her twist and turn on
the end of his wand.

There was only Hunter, his intense
focus, never wavering from her, holding her up, turning her around, bending her
over the desk to light up her inner thighs. The static hit her pussy lips and
traveled slowly up to her clit. It was wild! Stronger than her vibrator,
different in sensation. Like it was cutting directly to her core.

Her cries crew louder as he increased
the intensity of the wand, driving her higher. When she was writhing so hard he
couldn’t keep it on her, he thrust his leg between hers, bumping against her
lace-covered pussy with his thigh. She griped the front end of the desk,
holding on as he rhythmically pounded into her.

An explosion of light blinded her, as
she came. She wasn’t sure if where the light came from—inside or outside of
her—but she was engulfed. All she knew was that he was holding her down,
pressing her against the desk as the sensation ripped through her.

His fingers pulled aside her panties,
stroking her wet pussy lips. “You’re so ready. I’m going to fuck you right here
on this desk…”

A sound by the door made her look up. In
a sea of faces, one was clear—Minx. She was craning to see past a guy in front
of her, a smirk on her face.

“No,” Kali said, grabbing hold of his
wrist. “Minx.”

He looked up, startled. She so rarely
saw him caught off guard. It was awful.

“Let me up,” she whispered so no one
else could hear.

“I don’t care about her,” he said
roughly, his mouth close to her ear and his body still pressing her down.

“I do. Please stop.”

He hesitated, his jeans undone, ready to
put his dick inside of her. Ready to push her even though she had said her
safeword. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he did. Things hung in a balance
for a dreadful moment.

Then he backed away and helped her stand
up. He adjusted her dress and made sure her collar hung straight.

It should have been intimate, the moment
of their greatest connection. But Kali was entirely focused on Minx’s presence
by the door. She was wearing a neon green collar that glowed in the dim light.
It left a light tracer on her vision.

“I didn’t know she’d be here,” Hunter
said. “Lace should have told me.”

Now Kali was embarrassed. She had an
orgasm in front of all these people! In front of Minx. Her chest and face
burned hot.

“I need a bathroom,” she murmured,
unable to look at anyone. She couldn’t bear to see Minx’s smirk again.

Hunter led her through the glass door
onto the terrace, so they wouldn’t have to go past Minx. Kali wasn’t sure if
that was for her sake or his own. She spent a good ten minutes in the bathroom
cleaning up and getting hold of herself. The light was too bright and it wasn’t
pleasant. She tugged on the collar a few times. It was the perfect size for her
neck. The only problem was that she couldn’t take it off, not even for a
second.

Everything had been going so well. The
violet wand had really felt good. And she loved how Hunter held her and how he
made her come by just humping her. Hunter took his time, getting her excited.
Nobody had ever touched her whole body like that. His fingers were so sure, as
if he knew exactly what she needed better than herself.

Why did it all have to be mixed up in
collars and Minx? And all those people out there. There were probably other
girlfriends or ex-submissives, whatever he called them, who had been watching. She
would never know. She was a stranger here.

Most of all, why didn’t Hunter realize
how awful it was for her to be so vulnerable in front of Minx? She had said
stop, but he almost didn’t. Like he wanted to push her at just the moment when she
needed his understanding the most.

The more time passed, the more she hated
that he hadn’t let her get up at her first protest. He should have known she
was serious! Instead he had made her say stop again.

The party wasn’t much fun after that.
She kept wondering which of the women Hunter had been with. And Minx with her
eye-catching collar was everywhere she turned. Hunter was also put off, as if
Minx was pushing his buttons just by being there. He kept trying to pull Kali
close to him, but she stiffened every time, looking to see who was watching
them.

Finally he said, “Let’s go home.”

Of course by that he meant Kali’s
apartment. She hadn’t spent one night at his place, and it was getting a little
weird. Why was his studio off-limits? He was making himself at home in her
private life, but keeping walls up around his.