Igniting Dearie (2 page)

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a half smile, his fingers caressing across her back from shoulder to shoulder. “Actually, when a woman submits to a man, she’s giving him the greatest of gifts
—h
er trust. It’s not easy to give of yourself so completely. I think a submissive woman has to be a truly strong woman
a
nd her
D
ominant
has to be a strong
,
wise man
.
O
ne that knows how to appreciate the gift she
has
give
n to
him. He should do everything in his power to mold and shape her, help her reach her goals and be the best she can be.”

“I never thought of it that way. I assumed with all the kneeling, spanking, punishments and pain
,
that it was a guy getting his kicks demoralizing a woman. At least that’s what I thought before I saw how Belle blossomed under the care of Devlin. She’s so happy, so in love. So I figured it must not be too bad or she wouldn’t be fulfilled.”

Slate started to respond but the waitress came by to serve their drinks and take their orders. Dearie hadn’t even opened her menu
at that point
so she quickly
did so
and started scanning it while the others began ordering. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good Belle?”

Her friend smiled and leaned over towards her a bit, “Everything is good
, e
specially the fried stuff and the steaks.”

Laughing, Dearie rolled her eyes and gestured to her own figure, “Like I need red meat or anything fried. I think I’ll settle for the chef salad and soup of the day.”

She was surprised when Slate growled, raking his fingertips down her back and pinched the curve of her bottom. “Why don’t you let me order for you
,
Dearie
,
s
ince I own the place, I think I know what’s good.”

“Oh, Belle didn’t tell me you’re the owner…” she blushed, feeling chastised from the pinch, wanting to reprimand him for having the nerve to do that after just meeting. But secretly she was hoping he hadn’t been offended by her mention of not wanting fattening foods from his establishment.

He didn’t wait for a yes or no from her when the waitre
ss came up to them with a smile.
“Do you want your usual
,
Slate?”

“No Tricia, I want two sirloin steak dinners
—
medium, with baked potatoes, steamed veggies and
a
salad with vinaigrette dressing on the side. All the appetizers are on the house, we’ll take the spinach artichoke dip with pita chips and shrimp cocktail—enough for the entire table.”

That mention brought cheers from everyone and
thankfully,
broke the moment of tension.

Dearie was itching to rub the sore spot on her bottom, but at this point, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing it smarted. Instead, she decided to go for a more snarky approach. “Did you not hear what Belle said when she introduced me? No spanking or pinching unless I ask for it. You already broke a rule by pinching me. Are you trying to scare me off?”

The sinister grin he gave her sent shivers down her spine. He wasn’t traditionally handsome. Slate was dark and brooding
. H
is chocolate eyes with their flecks of gold drew her in until he was so close she could feel his breath warm her cheek. “Dearie darling, you asked for it. You may not have been vocal
,
but everything about you and your sexy body deserved that pinch. You dare act as if your curves aren’t gorgeous…you deserved that pinch and more
,
Dearie. In fact, if you belonged to me, your punishment would include much more than one mere pinch.”

Dearie gasped, feeling her heart fluttering up into her throat, flames of embarrassment and arousal turning her cheeks pink. Picking up her glass she took a sip of the wine, letting the smoothness of it calm her nerves a bit before she spoke. “How dare you…” The mention of belonging to him shouldn’t have sent a rush of heat between her thighs
,
but it did. Enough so
that
she squirmed to rub her thighs together, catching her lip between her teeth.

“Dare me? Dare me, sweet Dearie?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “I just gave you a compliment on your luscious body and even that, you take offense for? I fear we’re getting off on the wrong foot.”

She took a deep breath, his scent surrounding her in the most intoxicating way.
It was a mixture of
Sandalwood, fresh lime, mint and a hint of something else…peppery. Whatever it was, it had her wanting to nuzzle her face against his neck and lick his skin. The thought of it sent a new rush of heat to her cheeks and she looked away, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“What are you thinking of
,
Dearie?” His breath tickled her ear, sending goose bumps rushing along her skin. “What’s making it so hard for you to be still in your seat?”

Dearie breathed a sigh of relief when Belle spo
ke up, “Dearie do you have any plans
after lunch? I need to do a little shopping for new clothes and was hoping you would come with me.”

Ignoring Slate, she replied, “I don’t have any plans. I’d love to go, Belle. I’ve been wanting to find a few new dresses. This would be the perfect time.”

Chapter 2

“Since the girls are going shopping for dresses, I think we should take them upstairs to
Nightwatch
tonight Devlin. Have a few drinks, dance a little. What do you think?” Slate gave his friend a conspiratorial wink.

“Sounds like a good plan my friend.” Devlin eyed Dearie curiously, “What do you think Dearie? Up for an introduction into the kinkier side of life?”

Dearie felt her body flush with a rush of desire and a hint of shyness. This could be the bit of excitement she had been looking for and missing in her life. With the most dark and gorgeous man she had ever seen none the less. But could she do it without being red faced the entire time and embarrassing herself by chickening out?

Rolling her shoulders back and tossing her fiery curls over her shoulder
,
she gave Devlin a saucy grin. “I think a night out on the dark side is just what I need. I’m in.”

She couldn’t help but laugh when Belle squealed, clapping her hands together and literally bouncing in her seat. “I can’t wait! This is going to be so
much
fun.”

Dearie hadn’t been brave enough to look Slate in the eye
,
but the rough squeeze of his hand on her thigh had her eyes turning immediately to his.

Slate leaned so close that his warm breath tickled over her ear, his words so soft, only she could hear him.
“I’m very pleased you’re allowing me to be your escort tonight
,
Dearie. I promise I’ll make sure it’s a night you will never forget.” His lips brushed over the soft lobe of her ear and she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together. He chuckled, squeezing her thigh once more, releasing it as the food was delivered to the table.

*****

“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this
,
Belle. I feel so fat in this thing.”

Dearie was shimmying into the tight fitting little black bondage dress, still not quite sure her curves needed to be on display like they were at this very moment.

“Oh stop it Dearie, you aren’t fat. You look like
a
redheaded Marilyn Monroe. I wish I had curves in all the right places like you do. I look like a twig with no boobs. Yours are just perfect. Bitch.” Belle laughed and swatted her friend’s rear.

“Bitch
—
please
!
I have never been a twig
,
but I have dreamed of it. My boobs are fabulous though aren’t they?” Laughing, she cupped them and turned around in front of the mirror, trying to see herself through her friend’s eyes. Maybe she wasn’t so fat after all. She did look like she was poured into this dress. Slate didn’t seem to mind her curves since he couldn’t stop touching her during lunch. His hand was either on her thigh, toying with her hair or gently massaging her lower back while they talked. It had
taken everything in her to not be
squirming the entire time.

“They are. I’ve always been jealous of your boobs. Slate is going to fuck you senseless when he sees you in that dress
,
Dearie. I want all the details af
terward too. That man is a hunk!
Are you going to let him have his way with you? I’ve seen him wield a flogger at the club a few times. The man has a knack for it that’s for sure. You should totally let him
D
om
you
, i
f only for a night, just
to
try something different.”

The thought
o
f Slate flogging or fucking someone else gave her a jealous twinge, which was ridiculous since they had just met today. It also made her ache to think of how sexy he must look when he’s in his element, dominating a woman. Dearie realized then that she very much wanted to be that girl. She really wanted to let down her guard enough to try something new.

“I need a few drinks before I even think about the kink side of things
,
Belle. You’re making me a nervous wreck with all your teasing.” Dearie slipped on her five inch black stiletto’s and went to the mirror again, standing n
ext to her grinning girlfriend.

“Fuck we look hot. We are so getting laid tonight.” Belle laughed and hugged her friend. “Stop worrying about the kink and just let go Dearie. You’ll be glad you did.”

The doorbell rang and Belle took off running for the door and letting the guys in. Both
of the
handsome men had a bundle of flowers for their date.

“Oh guys! How sweet! Look Dearie, they brought us the most beautiful Gerber daisies.” Belle kissed her Master and took her bundle of flowers from him, breathing in their sweet scent as he hugged her to him tightly.

Dearie walked slowly over to Slate, giving him the brightest smile as she took his offering of flowers. “No one has given me flowers in a very long time. Thank you
,
Slate. That was very sweet of you. They are gorgeous.”

He smiled at her and leaned down to kiss her cheek. “They reminded me of your beautiful fiery ha
ir. Dev here just followed suit
so he wouldn’t look bad.”

Grinning at him, she tip toed up and kissed his cheek, taking just a moment to breathe in his clean, fresh scent. Blushing, she pulled back and followed Belle to the kitchen to put the flowers in water. As she arranged them, she sensed him coming up behind her and started to turn but he kept her facing the sink, pressing his body warmly against hers. He didn’t say a thing, he simply put his nose to her neck and nuzzled her, growling as he lightly nipped the skin of her neck.

*****

Nightwatch
was like nothing Dearie could have ever imagined. Lush leather lounge chairs were arranged in small groups and along one wall was a black bar
,
under-lit with red lighting. The shelves that lined the wall holding the bottles of liquor had the same soft red lights glowing beneath, adding to the room’s sen
sual feel
. The only other lighting to be seen was around the three separate stage areas that glowed with a soft spot light, enhancing the scenes that were playing out for everyone’s viewing pleasure. There were
also
faint lights off to the side of the room opposite of the bar. It took only a moment for Dearie to figure out the light was coming from private rooms blocked by red, nearly sheer
curtains, which
gave the illusion of privacy.

Her eyes returned to the scenes on the stages, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she watched a woman crying out each time a man brought his flogger down on her back, bottom and thighs. The woman had chains holding her arms above her h
ead and her toes barely touched
the floor. A fine sheen of sweat covered her body, highlighted by the soft lighting, giving her an ethereal glow. The look on her face was blissful. Dearie bit her bottom lip as she watched, entranced as the man walked around the beauty and cupped her sex in his palm, rubbing her as he spoke to her.

“Would you like to try something like that
,
Dearie?” Slate whispered in her ear, his arm curving around the front of her waist as he pressed the front of his body to her back.

She sucked in a surprised breath and lowered her eyes, somewhat ashamed at being caught staring at the intimate scene. Words failed her.

He reached up and touched under her chin with his finger, tilting her head back up to watch the scene playing out before her. “Never be ashamed for your interest in sex
,
darling girl. Embrace your sensuous nature and open yourself up to seeking out the pleasures that your luscious body aches for. I would love to explore with you
,
Dearie. Anytime, anyplace.”