Page 9 of Stuck with You

Igot to the club early, wanting a few minutes in the familiar environment to relax. I couldn’t be a good dominant if I was nervous or unsure of myself. And the truth was, I felt a little bit of both of those emotions right now. Usually I was able to keep my emotions out of any BDSM scenes, but I already knew that would be next to impossible with Aubrey.

I’d only seen her twice since we ran into each other and despite what I’d said to April at the gym, Aubrey was already making me feel things. Warm and fuzzy things. I wanted to pull her into my arms and take her to my house and protect her. I wanted to watch old movies and go grocery shopping and fight over the housework with her. It scared the shit out of me.

But this was the girl who delighted in fucking with me in high school – although I’d done the same to her. The bigger problemis that she was straight, and even though she’d responded nicely when I kissed her that day, that didn’t mean that we could ever be anything more than play partners.

“Hey there.”

I turned to greet Angela Lewis, the owner of Club Surrender. She was older than me, maybe late forties or early fifties, her perfectly toned body at odds with her prematurely silver hair. She’d started the private club several years ago as a place for women to practice kink in a safe environment, and the idea caught on quickly. She was a smart and savvy business woman, and rumor had it she was considering an offer to franchise Club Surrender in several other cities around the country.

“Hi Angela, nice to see you.”

“You look a little distracted,” she noted.

Nothing got past this woman. I heard what she wasn’t saying too – she didn’t want her dominants distracted during scenes and inadvertently hurting someone.

“I’m doing a scene with someone for the first time tonight,” I explained. “It’s also her first scene ever, and we have a bit of a difficult history outside the club.”

Angela watched me steadily, not responding but somehow conveying that she knew I had more to say. She would have made a good interrogator.

“I used to have a crush on her, and I’m really attracted to her,” I admitted. “It’s freaking me out a bit. I’m worried about staying detached enough to make the scene good for her.”

Angela looked around surreptitiously before confiding, “I was nervous when I realized I had feelings for Tracie too.”

Tracie was her partner, a woman she’d met a few times over the years in one of those ‘right person wrong time’ scenarios before they finally got together. They were an unlikely couple, but what they had seemed to work for them.

“I didn’t want to hurt her, and I didn’t want her to hold back on her experience or not safe word out because she was trying to please me,” Angela explained. “But mostly I was freaked out that I was having feelings I’d never had before and like you, I was worried I’d get too much in my own head and not do a good job as a domme.”

Angela patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, your training will take over once you’re in the scene. It did for me. You’ll be fine.”

“Thanks,” I said. “That helps.”

It did too. Since I didn’t have feelings for Aubrey – other than lust and the desire to dominate her – I should be totally fine. I’d just focus on my domme role.

As Angela walked away the bartender Kristina got my attention. She was a pretty woman who was married to one of the longer-term dommes here at Club Surrender, Lauren. When Kristina came to work at the club, she wanted to experience a BDSM scene to see what the customers were coming for. Lauren was assigned as her play partner and the two fell in love practically at first sight. They also set off a string of dommes pairing off with their submissives. It had quieted down now but for a while it felt like every day a new dominatrix fell in love.

“Your guest is here,” Kristina told me, tapping the Bluetooth in her ear that allowed her to connect to security at any time. “Maria’s at the door and says she looks hot.”

I tramped down the unexpected flash of jealousy. “Tell Maria I’ll be right there.”

I took a few deep breaths to center myself and strutted over to the reception area, the heels of my high-heeled boots clacking on the floor. Aubrey was standing by a wall trying to look casual, but I could sense her nervousness despite the neutral expression she wore on her pretty face. She’d followed my directions, wearing a short black skirt that flared out mid-thigh, giving me plenty of room to lift it when the time was right. She’d paired the skirt with a skintight white tank top, a cropped black leather jacket, and ankle high shoes with elaborate straps.

Maria was right. She looked hot.

“Aubrey.”

She gave me a relieved smile. “Oh hey, Taylor.”

“When we’re in the club you’ll address me as a domme,” I said sternly.

Her smile fell and her eyes got wide. “Yes ma’am.”

I resisted the urge to smirk.

“Can I get her paperwork?”

Maria handed me a sheaf of papers. “Did you want to play in public, Mistress Taylor, or should I get you a room?”

I sent a speculative look at Aubrey, wondering if she’d feel more comfortable in a private space. It was what I generally preferred. I loved watching people play in the huge open area of the club, but when I was involved in a scene I preferred to not have the distraction of an audience.

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