Club of Hearts
A TASTE OF REALITY
Chapter One
“Come on sis you have to go.” Kiley’s friend Casey whined
into the phone.
Kiley stared in disbelief at the television. CSI no longer being important, she hit the mute button to the remote. “I don’t know, Beth that is a pretty big step to take.” She told her friend quietly.
“Sis you keep talking about going to spanking clubs and I keep ending up there by myself. For once I would like you to go with me.” Casey was starting to sound like a mantra in her head. Every weekend she attempted to drag her out of the house. New clubs opening up, newbie munches to a lifestyle that up to this point she only fantasized about. Five years chatting with friends on line and reading every article she could find wasn’t exactly living a lifestyle. Kiley fingered the tassels of the red chenille throw across her lap.
Sighing she resolved herself to at least find out more about the club. “You said it was new, right? What is it like?”
She could just hear the smile in her voice as she rattled off it’s eccentric attributes. “There are sconces everywhere. I don’t even think there is one light in the whole place. The dungeons are down a hall with nothing but couches and tables and dance floor space when you walk in. It isn’t even intimidating. You know how much leather turns you on? You can just smell it when you walk through the door.”
Kiley couldn’t hold back the grin that lifted her spirits. “What about the people. Are they pushy? Can I just be left alone if that is what I want?”
Beth giggled, “Of course, sis. I know how shy you can be. It’s a really laid back club. I promise. But, if you do change your mind there are men standing by to help you along your way.”
“And if I do meet someone?”
“I seriously doubt you’ll meet anyone on your first night out sis. It’s a pretty big place and stays packed on Saturdays. I thought you might like to go on Thursday instead. Fewer people, mostly club meetings going on. You’ll be able to avoid all the weirdo’s that were there last Saturday when I went.”
Kiley laughed, yet her heart beat frantically against her chest, her palms warm and clammy just at the thought an of experience like that. “Relaxed huh?”
“Totally, sis.”
She blew out a long breath that constricted her lungs for the last three minutes. “Alright, alright, you’ve talked me into it, I’m there.”
She heard the woohoo on the other line and had to chuckle at her overly anxious cohort. “I’m so happy to hear that. Now tell me what you have been doing this week? I haven’t heard from you since last Friday.”
Although Kiley talked about her busy week with work and her busy weekend working out her plans for work, her mind filled with thoughts of fulfilling her fantasy to become more involved in real life BDSM activities. She had played the online game for five years, it was time to change things. But she knew real life Masters did not just fall into one’s lap. There was a getting to know you process, and for her that would be a long getting to know you process. Then there was building trust.
Finally saying goodbye to her best friend, she hung up the phone biting down on her lower lip. Trust. She considered herself a trusting and trustworthy person, yet it always seemed to just be out of her grasp. A few out of state Dominants that she spoke with on a regular basis asked her to write several articles. Although, she wrote the word trust as being a very important part of the lifestyle, it never really registered with her.
Then six months ago she had been asked to write an article on trust. Apprehension settled in her gut. The article still sat collecting computer cobwebs in her lap top. Trust was not something she handed over easily when it concerned herself. Too many things could go wrong. And that was what popped into her mind every time she opened the article. He can’t do this, it has to be done like that. Talk about dizzying. The way she battled back and forth, made her feel like a child trying to choose between two satisfying pieces of candy. Just a matter of which one did she want more.
Kiley tossed the blanket aside and padded across her one bedroom apartment to her bedroom. Tomorrow night would be the night she decided how far she really wanted to go.
Casey pressed the end button to her cell before doing a mini dance around the living room, giggling like a school girl. The tall dark and handsome man that sat on her couch wearing his tight leather pants and tapping a crop on his knee interrupted her glee. “And what are you so excited about?” His calm deep voice asked.
Instantly she stopped, her heart racing with excitement. Their eyes locked and like the school girl she was expected to be she sauntered up to him, her high heeled shoes clicked against the hardwood floor. When she finally stood between his wide spread thighs, her grin brought a grin to his handsome chiseled face. “That was my best friend. She has agreed to go to the club with me tomorrow night.”
Leaning forward she placed her palms against his thick hard thighs. The sweet scent of leather filling her nostrils, sent a shiver straight to her melting core. Her hips flexed upwards, her back curved like a purring cat and in one swift move she brought those amber eyes of his into complete focus once again. He raised his crop, slowly running the pointed leather corner down the side of her soft cheek, eliciting goose bumps of pleasure along the side of her neck. “So, will she be able to join us?”
Casey wiggled her upturned ass, his head tilting to the side so he could watch her move in the mirror against the wall. He grinned again, she dropped down into a low squat, her short blue jean miniskirt pulling high against her rear. She dropped her head to his lap, the bulge in his skin tight pants pressed against her cheek. “She isn’t that type of girl, Renaldo.” She answered light heartedly, ignoring the bitter tug at her heart.
Renaldo reached for the zipper on his pants, leaning back with all the grace of a married man who had just eaten too much and pulled open his fly. “Stick that ass up in the air girl.” He said, ending the conversation.
Casey’s eyes found his, dark and eager, just for fun, she thought as her tongue flicked out tasting the salty heated cock pressed flat against his stomach. I don’t want anything else. Her eyes dropped closed, squeezing her fingers into the thick leather covering his thighs. His muscles leaped to life beneath her fingertips, his thick shaft pulsing against her tongue, “I only did that to relieve some of the pressure. You look too good in that outfit.” He said, his dark eyes shining. “You really should not do such things without asking permission.” An evil grin lifting the corners of his lips. With a growl he lifted her and turned her over his knee, her ass pointing high in the air. She giggled with delight until the crop landed hard against her ass. “Not good enough.” He pushed her off his lap and pointed at the couch. “Grab the back of the couch and give me that ass.”
“Yes, Sir.” She said a light lilt to her voice, her cheek still stinging where it landed the first time. Her pussy painfully contracted seeing that well muscled arm with its dark hair curling, his large hand tightened into a fist around the black handle of his instrument of torture. Like the dutiful pain slut she settled her knees wide apart on the couch, her hands gripping the top of the furniture piece, giggling she peeked over her shoulder and wiggled her butt at her Top for the evening. The hard sting that followed took her completely by surprise. She arched her back mewing like a kitten in heat, “Another please, Sir.”