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A couple beside Emma fondled each other, obviously turned-on
by the scene. They stopped to observe and make a few quiet comments. Emma
overheard one. “Tatiana Petrov is so lovely and devoted to her Dom.”

Emma turned to Adrian. “Tatiana Petrov? The famous model?”

He nodded.

“Who’s the guy?” she asked.

Adrian made a face. “Privacy is respected in the club.”

“I understand that.”

“Her doctor,” Adrian said. When Tatiana turned sideways,
Emma guessed what type of doctor. Rarely did a woman built so tiny have such
large breasts.

“Plastic surgeon.”

He nodded.

The Dom held a metal bar, at least a foot long. He smacked
it behind her thighs and the woman’s knees buckled. Emma gasped and Adrian held
his finger to his lips. She nodded again. The Dom brushed back the woman’s
hair, cupping her chin and kissing her tenderly. He spoke to her and she nodded
but Emma couldn’t hear what he said. Then he came around and struck her several
times. The woman collapsed.

When she didn’t get up right away, he yelled at her. Emma
dug her fingers into Adrian’s arm. He fixed his gaze on her. She knew this
submissive wanted this and could stop it at any time. If Emma didn’t control
her responses, Adrian would pull her out of the room.

Emma bit her lip so she didn’t cry out. She held on to
Adrian and leaned her forehead against his arm. The Dom grabbed a fistful of
hair and dragged the masochist to her feet. He repeated the routine a number of
times.
What does this woman get out of surrendering to her Master like this?
Adrian’s warmth gave her comfort. He stroked her hair. “Want to go?”

“No.” While she watched, Adrian took her hand and rubbed his
thumb across her knuckles. It was meant to reassure but for some strange
reason, her emotions were carried away and heat flowed through her. Her pussy
felt warm and wet. They’d just met. Even though Cynthia told her a lot about Adrian,
said she could trust him, she still didn’t know him well.

Emma was both horrified and intrigued by the scene. Adrian’s
presence propelled her into a state of lust and desire. The idea of him doing a
similar scene didn’t appeal. She was confused. What would he do if he was her
Dom? As long as he didn’t strike her with a metal rod, she knew she wanted him.
The connection building between them was mental, physical and intensely sexual.
Whatever he had in mind, she suspected he’d be intensely hot and completely in
control.

The Dom unchained his sub from the column and sat her in a
tall leather chair. Then he pulled out an IV bag filled with sterile saline,
with tubing and a needle attached. He stuffed one end of the bag between her
teeth. “Don’t drop it,” he ordered.

The woman’s eyes were wide, fearful and glazy but she didn’t
ask him to stop. He took out cotton balls and what looked like alcohol from his
duffle bag and carefully cleaned a circular area on one thigh. “What’s he going
to do?” she whispered into Adrian’s ear.

“Needle play.”

The needle jabbed into her thigh and the woman tried
screaming around clenched teeth, careful not to drop the bag. Emma pressed her
head against Adrian again and squeezed her eyes closed.

Adrian raised her chin with his fingertips. Opening her
eyes, she looked deep into his. Her knees felt as if they would buckle. Was he
going to kiss her? Now? His mouth came around to her ear. “I think you’ve had
enough.”

“I’m okay.” She never expected a BDSM scene to be so intense
but she couldn’t stop watching.

“You’ve had enough. You’re shaking.” He took her hand and
led her out of the room. When they got halfway down the hall, Emma yanked away.

“Why did you make me leave? The scene wasn’t finished. I was
fine.” Her body felt wobbly.

“It was an intense scene. You were shaking and looked pale.
If you had fainted, you would’ve interrupted their encounter.”

“Do you know those people?” She could write about this. She
had a prominent name, it would juice up her article if her boss wasn’t satisfied
with Emma’s personal experience only.

He nodded. “I went to school with the guy.”

“Really? Who is he?”

Adrian gave her a sharp look.

Emma backed off. “I understand your concern, but I wasn’t
going to faint.” A number of people in the halls and open areas were either
engaged in social conversations or tied to a cross, bench or wall and being
flogged, caned or paddled. “This place got busy.”

“Any questions?” he asked.

“Lots of them. I’m not sure where to start.” She walked
inside the room. Cynthia was tied to a cross and Carter lashed her with a
flogger. Cynthia was moaning in a pleasurable way. At different intervals,
Carter would stop and stroke Cynthia’s back and buttocks, asking her questions,
then stroke her breasts. When his hand slipped to her pussy, Cynthia went wild.

Her body jerked against her restraints. His hand shifted and
appeared to slide a finger into her cunt. Cynthia’s thighs trembled. “Hold
off,” Carter said.

Emma felt her own body tremble, her sex clenched as if a
finger or cock were thrusting inside. She needed to get fucked badly. Being
surrounded by all this sex was maddening.

“This looks more playful and less intense and painful,” Emma
mention to Adrian.

“Carter, take me down and fuck me now,” Cynthia said.

He untied her, picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Carter climbed between her legs, positioned his hard cock at
her entrance then thrust into her. The instant passion between them built an
urgent tug of lust deep within Emma. The couple was totally oblivious to their
audience. Emma was compelled to watch but felt awkward at the same time. These
were her friends and she felt odd looking at them. She took Adrian’s hand and
led him out of the room.

Outside, he smiled at her. His intense blue eyes sent a
shudder through her. “What?” she asked, annoyed.

“You didn’t want to leave the hardcore scene between the
sadist and his masochist but you dragged me out of a simple vanilla scene.
Why?”

“I know Cynthia and Carter. I felt like I was intruding.”

He nodded. “A sub would never give an order to a Dom like
that.”

“They didn’t seem to care about the error in BDSM etiquette.
I guess there’s a lot I don’t understand about the power exchange.”

“That’s obvious.”

She ignored his rather arrogant remark because he was right.
“Would you consider training me as a submissive?” Emma asked. “I’m interested
in exploring the lifestyle. I’m willing to learn.”

He looked at her a long time and her stomach flipped over
and over. She wanted him bad. He pressed his lips together and shook his head.
“I’m sorry, Emma. I don’t train newbie subs.”

“Why not? If I’m not attractive enough—”

“You’re very attractive. That’s not it. Too many times I’ve
seen newbies think they want to enter the BDSM lifestyle and end up frustrated,
hurt and confused. I’d rather not get in the middle of that. You’d be better
off finding an adventurous vanilla guy willing to explore with you.”

“I don’t agree,” she argued. “I think it would be better to
learn from someone who knows and understands what a submissive goes through.
You were very attentive to what I was feeling while I was watching these
scenes. The average guy might not be.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Can’t argue there. But I’m not
training you.”

“All right. It was nice meeting you, Adrian. Tell Cynthia
and Carter I’ll be downstairs talking to Daniel, the bartender. He said he
could arrange for me to meet a willing Dom.”

* * * * *

So far this evening wasn’t going as planned. She couldn’t
deny her attraction to Adrian. Cynthia was right about him. Emma would welcome
the chance to explore the brave new world of BDSM, something she was curious
about anyway. At the same time, it would help with her story. Since Adrian
wasn’t receptive, she’d have to make other arrangements. She still had time to
find someone to experience bondage or…something. Daniel was her best bet for a
connection. Bartenders always had connections and a wealth of stories.

When she got to the main hall, the music was loud and had a
sensual beat. She marched straight for the bar but the number of guests slowed her
pace. Couples and small groups danced, grinded and fondled one another on a
dance floor next to the bar. Others occupied sofas and chairs, some clothed,
some not.

It didn’t take long for this party to start.
Emma
quickly took it all in. The sensual freedom and friendliness impressed her. But
she knew the guests wouldn’t be open to sharing personal information with an
outsider, at least the type of detailed information she needed to give her
article the edge her boss was looking for. This was the downside of writing for
the gossip tabloid magazines.

Adrian had her all worked up. Maybe Daniel could find a Dom
more receptive to a newbie submissive. Her body quivered with lust after her
brief voyeurism into the BDSM world. She’d have Daniel make her something other
than a Virgin Shirley while she asked him about Doms. As she turned toward the
bar, she stopped dead in the middle of the room.
Damn.
Jill sat right in
the middle of the bar.
Terrific.
Emma wasn’t going to ask Daniel about
Doms while she was sitting there or deal with any questions from Jill. Instead
she headed outside to the pool area.

The heat and humidity of Florida’s summer coated her skin.
The temperature didn’t hinder the number of scantily clad guests from hanging
out socializing or playing in the pool. In the hot tub, a large group engaged
in what Emma would describe as an orgy. Next to the pool and the hot tub was a
sign of rules. One rule included
No coming in the pool or hot tub.
One
guy sat at the edge of the pool while two women took turns giving him a
blowjob. Two other couples were on an oversized lounger having a
ménage a
quatre
.

“Hi, we’re Lila and John. Are you here alone this evening?”
the male counterpart from a couple said from beside Emma. She hadn’t noticed
them approach. They were fortyish-looking, and attractive. The man looked like
a wealthy businessman and his wife with short blonde hair was dressed to the
nines in a revealing red dress.

“Yes, my first time,” Emma said.

“Adventurous to come alone,” Lila said. “I admire that. Have
you been in the lifestyle long?”

Emma cringed. If she admitted she wasn’t in any lifestyle
they’d wonder why she was there. “I’m not sure how to answer that.”

John smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry. We’ve all been
there. Curious at first. Take your time. That’s the best advice.”

“Thanks, that is good advice,” Emma said. What a nice
couple.

“We could be your first,” Lila offered.

John slid his hand down Lila’s dress and pulled the fabric
aside, revealing her large breasts. He sucked the nipples until the tips were
erect. Emma swallowed hard at the overly forward erotic display and was about
to walk away but then Jill strolled out onto the patio.

“Are you bi?” he asked. “My lovely lady is and we would love
to spend some time with you if you’re bi. She loves to lick pussy.”

“Thank you, but I’m not bi,” Emma said, her face burning.
She always thought she was the in-your-face type, embarrassing other people
with her forward questions for the sake of an article. Nothing ever embarrassed
Emma. This was a first.

John stopped playing with his wife. “Too bad. Enjoy your
evening.” The couple walked away, Lila’s breasts still hanging out of her
dress.

“Not all swingers are that forward,” a man said.

Emma swung around to face a forty-something guy, slightly
overweight with a friendly smile but not her type and too old for her taste. He
had to be at least fifteen years older than she. “Those two are regulars,” he
said. “I’m Matt.”

“Hi, Matt. I guess you’re a regular too.”

He shrugged. “Yeah. I’ll be honest. You’re obviously new
here and very attractive. If you’re not with anyone, you’ll get hit on by a lot
of men, women and couples. Single women are easy targets.”

“She’s not single,” Adrian said from behind.

Emma and Matt both swung around to see Adrian standing there
looking annoyed and possessive.

“My mistake,” Matt said. “If you two are looking for a
threesome, let me know.”

“Not this evening,” Adrian said.

Matt nodded and drifted away.

Adrian fixed his gaze on her with that intense look she’d
seen before. “He’s right about one thing. Single women will get hit on all
night in this club. You can say you’re not interested or no thank you, but
you’d be spending most of your night doing that. You’re young and beautiful and
the fact that you’re here usually means you’re looking to hook up.”

“I told you what I wanted and you weren’t interested.”

“Daniel couldn’t help you?” He crossed his arms over his
chest, making the muscles stand out.

“He was busy with customers. I haven’t talked to him yet.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I have to work.”

“Tomorrow evening?” he asked again.

“I have no plans.”

He smiled. “Would you like to sit down?” He pointed to a
couple of chairs by a large hibiscus bush, its scarlet flowers folded for the
evening.

She and Adrian sat down. “Are you going to train me?” she
asked.

“I’m going to test you first.” He took her hand and rubbed
her knuckles then turned it over and stroked her palm and wrist. Chills raced
up her arm.

Her breath caught. “What kind of test?” Her nipples
tightened and her pussy was soaking. He hadn’t really done anything. How did he
do that?

“I need to see how receptive you are as a submissive. You
may say you’re serious, but I’ll be able to tell with a few tests.” His fingers
slid up her arm.

Emma’s pulse quickened and she parted her legs slightly. She
was that horny. After wandering around in the sexually charged atmosphere, she
couldn’t help it. She wanted it too, she wanted Adrian even though they’d just
met. “How can you tell?”