I liked that.
“So that makes you a mind reader? Good toknow.” My answer had him giving me a skeptical look as we walked back to thelounge area.
“Don’t think my psychic powers will get youout of talking. You need the practice talking and communicating how you feel.”He shrugged and did a great job of seeming to take the whole thing veryseriously. “I wouldn’t be doing you any favors if I always read your mind.”
Shaking my head, I couldn’t stop smiling.It wasn’t how I pictured my first night at a BDSM club going, but I had afeeling that was a good thing.
As we walked back through the lounge, Ilooked around, finally taking in more of the feel of the place. I’d been toonervous to really look around before, but now it didn’t seem as overwhelming.The commanding presence of the Doms and the variety of subs was stillfascinating, but now it felt like I was part of them instead of watching likeone of those wildlife commentators on TV.
Across the sea of half-naked men and quietlaughter, I saw Conner start wiggling in our direction. Tugging on Porter’shand, I dropped my voice. “Is he always naked?”
He must’ve known who I was talking aboutbecause he coughed, doing his best to cover his laughter. “Yes. But thank yourlucky stars he’s sober because he’s one of the most erotic dancers I’ve everseen. It’s highly distracting.”
I clearly wasn’t that smart because Ithought it sounded interesting.
“Really?”
Porter nodded, looking across the room andsmiling as Conner detoured to the bar. “His partner Ben, another owner of theclub, is here somewhere. They’re hardly ever apart.”
“Conner was the one I’ve been talking tothe most, but I think I emailed Ben at some point.” Porter’s curious expressionhad me explaining. “I wasn’t exactly sure how to answer some of the questionson the application, so we had to chat a few times before they would let mejoin.”
“Ah.” Porter nodded. “I can see why they wouldhave questions, but I’m glad you got it worked out.”
Me too.
Porter led us over to a small sitting areaand snagged a pillow from a neatly stacked pile as we walked past.
I was going to kneel.
There wasn’t really time to think about it,though, because before my brain could do more than stare at the thick squarepillow it was lying in front of the chair. Porter kept my hand as he sat down,then gave it a faint tug to get me to inch closer.
I’d only seen the movement done once as I’dfirst talked to Conner, so I glanced around the room and saw several subssitting in front of who I thought were their Doms. That wasn’t much help. Onewas sitting with his back perfectly straight, his arms cuffed behind his back,and another was curled around his Dom’s legs while the man petted his head.
And the binkie in the third sub's mouth ashe ran a train around the floor seemed to suggest the little type of sub Porterhad mentioned earlier, so that might not be the right behavior to emulate. Ifinally gave up and looked at Porter who was smiling. “I don’t know what to do,Sir.”
Something in the pleased look he gave mesaid he liked that I’d admitted that. Taking my other hand, he positioned me infront of him. “There’s no right or wrong for us. At some point we’ll practicehaving you sitting more formally, but for right now that’s not what I want.”
Hearing that he knew what he wanted me todo, and that he had a plan, settled something inside me. I probably should’verealized that sooner, but yeah, Dom meant he had opinions on everything. Feelingrelieved that I didn’t have to guess, I nodded and waited.
That had Porter looking even more pleased.“Try to keep your back straight and slowly lower yourself to your knees. Thenyou’re going to move closer so I can touch you while we talk.”
“Yes, Sir.” I could do that.
Mostly.
I knew I wasn’t the most graceful sub inthe room, but I pictured what I’d seen before and slowly tried to imitate it. Imust have done a reasonable job because Porter squeezed my hands and his gaze lookedheated as I settled closer between his legs.
It felt…curious.
I liked being at his feet for reasons Iwasn’t sure I’d ever really understand, but I was now at groin level and thatwas…strange.
Walking around staring at guys’ junk hadnever seemed like a good idea, and now I was eye level with Porter’s clearlyhard dick.
I had a quick moment to thank the universethat he was wearing more clothes than Conner, but I seemed to have accidentallysummoned him because his barely disguised package popped up in my peripheralvision. Before I could decide what to do, Porter eased my head to his thigh andstroked over my hair.
Closing my eyes, I forced my body to relaxand did my best to imagine it was just the two of us. It was easier than Ithought. Even hearing Conner’s quiet voice saying something to Porter, I did mybest to simply focus on the warmth of his body and how it all felt.
When I felt Conner move away, I thought Porterwould have me sit up, but he just kept stroking my head, quietly encouraging meto stay cuddled against him.
