Page 45 of Blindsided

Lincoln nodded slowly, then turned this way and that to get a better view of himself. As he found his confidence, a grin spread on his lips. “Before I let you spank me in these, I’m going to need to fully shave.”

Holy shit. The idea of Lincoln with a smooth ass and balls, strutting around the club while he waited for me to spank him was almost more than I could take. I palmed my erection through my jeans, my hiss at the contact making Lincoln give me an exaggerated pout. “I’d totally help you with that, but you said we’re out of time.”

“Brat.” I swatted his ass through the material, shaved or not. “Let’s get you ready before you get yourself in actual trouble.”

“Yes, Sir.” He followed me back to the bedroom with more confidence than he’d had on the way to the bathroom.

The rest of his clothes were easy to put on and he was dressed a few minutes later. I even knelt to put on his socks and shoes for him. There were so many questions I had about what was happening, but I knew I needed to remain confident for Lincoln. I could wait for answers until the next time I talked to Brax and had a chance to bombard him with all the questions swirling in my mind.

“How do you feel?” I asked as I stood.

Lincoln gave me a shy blush and a small grin. “Good.”

“What color are you?”

He chuckled. “Green.”

I nodded once. “Good.”

Lincoln turned the tables on me. “What color are you? You look anxious, or nervous, or something.”

I blinked in surprise at his question, the unexpected sincerity of him checking in with me catching me off guard and making my heart beat a little faster. “Green. I’m green.” I took his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. “You look stunning.”

“I better!” Lincoln popped his hip to the side and gave me a sassy smile. “You were the one who dressed me! It would be your fault if I didn’t.”

I had no idea where the confident, sassy man in front of me had come from, but I loved it. I definitely could handle a little brattiness, especially if it came from this man.

“Okay, okay. Someone’s full of himself tonight. Let’s get out of here before we’re late.”

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DASH was by far the most upscale BDSM club I’d ever visited. From the location to the building’s exterior to Alice, the grandmotherly woman who greeted us at the reception desk, the space had a welcoming vibe. She’d walked us through the vetting process as well as the check-in procedures. She went over some of the rules regarding privacy, mentioning numerous times that any cameras or electronic devices—including cell phones—were strictly prohibited. She even showed me the “phone safe” where members kept their phones while they were in the building.

She’d just started telling us about her grandson Larson making the safe for her when a man in his sixties walked into the room and shook his head. “Mom, they’re here for a tour, not Larson’s wood.” He blinked at himself before he began to laugh. “I didn’t mean that to sound like it came out.”

At that, we all had a laugh. When we’d pulled ourselves together, he extended a hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Master Zachary. Welcome to DASH.”

He proceeded to walk us through the currently empty club. The lights were on, giving us a chance to take in the large common space with ease. Spanking benches, suspension beams, and two St. Andrew’s crosses along with countless other items were neatly organized around the room. Even some beginner floggers and paddles were available for those just discovering the use of toys in their spanking play.

Lincoln’s eyes were wide the entire tour, excitement and curiosity sparking as we looked at the crosses and he subtly shifted in his spot. When our eyes locked, I knew exactly what he was thinking about; the bulge in the front of his jeans was only further confirmation.

When we left the main space, Zachary directed us through a series of rooms, each with different themes. An office for role play, an exam room, a room with showers for watersports and another with all the necessary fire precautions for wax play. I was impressed by the tour and could easily see Lincoln and me using at least the office at times when he opened a door to a large room down the same hallway as the aftercare rooms.

My mouth fell open in shock at what I saw before us. “This is the littles space,” Zachary said as though I hadn’t figured it out already. “Nashville and DASH are well known for our community of littles. This space is quiet but well used and loved.”

I listened to Zachary but watched Lincoln closely. After earlier in the evening, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was something that spoke to him. If it did, he didn’t let on. His eyes were as neutral as they had been in the wax- and medical-themed rooms. While he was listening intently to what Zachary was saying as he looked around the room, his interest seemed educational, not practical.

Fuck, I really need to talk to Brax.

Zachary told us about the puppy play and littles communities as well as nights specifically for each group. He talked about them as naturally as people on the street spoke of the weather or the local sports teams. In his world, pet play and littles were normal parts of life. Even if I didn’t understand the lifestyles, I could appreciate his knowledge and how much he cared about them.

As we finished the tour, Zachary bid us goodbye and handed the tour back to his mom. She was smiling at us and holding two folders in her hands. “Would you like to take these home to look over the club policies and practices more? Everything can be found on the website, but I find that some people still prefer paper copies, so I have them available if you would like.”

Lincoln looked at me. “I’d like to join, if you would.”

I nodded and took one of the folders from Alice. “Thank you. Give us a bit of time to get through everything. I’m impressed by the club. It’s hands down the nicest I’ve ever been at.”

Alice beamed. “I’ll make sure to tell Zach and Connie. They’ve given their hearts and souls to this place and raising their kids. Now that their kids are grown, this has become baby number one for them.”

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