Aryn's Desire: A BOLD Security Novel (Finding Submission Book 1) Page 9

  “This is my partner, Cherry.” Master Orik gestures to a vibrant beauty at his side.

  “Hello Aryn,” she says softly.

  “Hello…”

  This continues for a few moments, Tops introducing themselves with their respective titles and then their submissive at their side.

  Then we come to a cute black-haired female who seeks some type of permission from Master Orik and he nods at her in encouragement. “I’m Diamond. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir.” She gives me a small smile before lowering her head. The gentleman standing next to her gives her a satisfied smile.

  “Aryn, I’m Master Caden.” He is the first one to step forward, coming to me to shake my hand, but before he manages to reach me, I see a look in his eyes, one that I’ve seen from Derek, Dex and many of the other Tops I’ve already met. The same look they have when they address their submissive and I find myself weak in the knees and I don’t quite understand it.

  “Nice to meet you, Master Caden,” I say to him, but I don’t feel all that confident and it doesn’t go unnoticed by Master Caden. I suddenly feel like I’ve done something wrong and I cannot explain why I feel that way. Regardless, Master Caden returns to where he was standing, a pleasant smile on his lips but he introduces no one. He’s unattached and I find myself curious as to why that is. He’s not at all unattractive. In fact, he’s bordering on gorgeous, if another man can be gorgeous from a straight man’s point of view. If I were a self-conscious person, I would feel inadequate next to him.

  The introductions continue around the circle and no, I will not remember all of these names, but that’s okay. I’m pretty sure I don’t have to. I understand why Master Sara was skeptical of me, but by the time we got to her in the introductions, she was pleasant again. I guess my vetting really made a difference, but what surprised me the most was her submissive. A very cute, short, blonde-haired female sat at her feet and I found that very odd, but only because I didn’t see that coming. At least not after she’d busted my balls in her store.

  After the introductions were over, I turn toward Derek and Master Orik with a smile on my face.

  “How you doing?” Derek asks.

  I snort. “I feel like a deer in the headlights.”

  Master Orik chuckles, “It’s a bit overwhelming isn’t it?”

  I nod. “It is, but I imagine I’ll get more comfortable as the night goes on.”

  “It usually does. Tell me, Aryn, what are your goals, with the club?” Master Orik asks me.

  “I’d like to just meet and get to know people, maybe get to know another Top who would be willing to mentor me,” I tell him, which is the truth. I know Dex would be willing, but he’s being mentored by Derek and I’d hate to have him learning and teaching at the same time.

  “I think we can work on that.” Master Orik smiles. “I hope you don’t mind, but I gave Master Orion,” he smiles and clarifies, “Derek, your packet.”

  I shake my head. “No, that’s fine. Is there anything I should know about for tonight?” I ask, honestly not wanting to overstep any boundaries.

  Derek shakes his head. “No, I think you’ve got the basics down.”

  Almost as if on cue, the four women from earlier enter the great room from the kitchen. They are followed by Cotah and Raine. Raine is dressed in the corset she bought earlier and a very short leather miniskirt. The question I’d had earlier about what she’d wear under it is answered quickly, nothing. I’m pretty sure my eyes bug out of my head briefly when I see her. But I rein myself in and focus more on Cotah. Until I get an unobstructed view and I realize she’s not dressed any different than Raine, though she is slightly covered, but barely. The girl is all curves, but she looks sexy as fuck.

  The girls are all carrying trays of food and they start making their way around the room, delivering food to the guests and I’m surprised that Dex allows this with Raine. I realize quickly that no one is actually watching them. They take their food and the girls move along. One of the girls from the kitchen comes to me and I take an egg roll type thing from her and she moves off, avoiding eye contact with me.

  That’s disappointing.

  Eventually everyone kind of wanders off and Dex comes to stand with me. “Why did he introduce you as Sir?” I ask him quietly.

  He smiles and snorts a little. “Because in most settings, the title of Master is earned. Usually once you’ve gone through all of the steps and proven your status, then they will acknowledge you as such.”

  “Do I want to know how many steps there are?” I ask, pretty sure it’s not something that can be done in a night.

  “I’m not really sure how many, but the first one starts with taking on a submissive role and that, my friend, is something I cannot do.”

  I shiver, rejection at that idea washes through me. “Me either.”

  “That’s not to say that I cannot be addressed as such in other clubs, but The Box is where we started and it wasn’t until later that Raine started calling me Master. So while that dynamic works for us outside of the club, I don’t see the necessity of it when it comes to inside the club.”

  “But Cotah introduced you to Mistress Sara as Master?”

  He smiles. “She did and she always will. Her Master has instructed her to do so.”

  Well, that makes perfect sense. Right? I hold my breath versus the huff of frustration that I’m feeling with all this information. It’s impossible to remember everything and eventually, I will screw something up, that I have no doubt.

  I’d never thought there would be so much more to this lifestyle than what I’d read on the internet, but I guess like Dex said, every dynamic, every relationship, and I guess every club is different and it is something I’ll need to get used to.

  SEVENTEEN

  THE PARTY QUICKLY switches into full swing. Literally.

  The subs are directed by their Tops to one apparatus or another. Large duffle bags, suitcases, and various other bags are carried to tables that are set up near the various crosses, benches and tables. Out of those bags comes a wide variety of pervertables, like floggers, cuffs, chains, whips, and stick like things that I’ve never seen before and quickly decide that whatever they are has to be painful as hell.

  There are several occupied stations, but many of them were kind of waiting for someone to take an initiative, and one couple finally does. The first is Master Steven, and his submissive Cassi. She is a gorgeous blonde with a smoking hot body, but she wears too much makeup for my liking.

  Master Steven pulls her robe from her shoulders to reveal that she is only wearing the thinnest scrap of underwear and nothing else. Once she is bared to the audience, a glow ignites in her. She enjoys being an exhibitionist. In fact, I would say she thrives on it with no qualms about her appearance. Who can blame her, she’s got nothing to be ashamed of. She reminds me of Raine, or rather the impression I have of her after her topless display while serving Derek’s guests.

  I continue to watch Master Steven carefully. Seeing how he comforts his submissive and how she blossoms under his touch, then he proceeds with little things here and there and in this case, the first thing, is a pair of nipple clamps. She lets out a gentle hiss of pleasure as they are attached to her rose colored nipples.

  I shiver and my cock starts to harden.

  I continue watching their display and I’m not the only one watching so I don’t feel like I’m invading their privacy. But I am completely enraptured when he places a blindfold over her eyes and she visibly melts.

  *~* CADEN *~*

  Ever since I introduced myself to Aryn, I’ve kept my eyes on him. He has that overwhelmed, deer in the headlights look in his eyes. But that doesn’t seem to stop him from watching as couples set up for their scenes. Enraptured is a good fitting word for it.

  “So, who is he?” I ask Derek. We’ve been standing here for the last ten minutes as people start setting up.

  “Who’s who?” His coy response is laced with knowing, but he wants me to say it for him
.

  “Aryn?”

  He looks at me questioningly. “He’s Dex & Raine’s bodyguard.” His voice holds a hint of curiosity, something Derek is well known for. Though he’s usually good about spilling information about people, he doesn’t do so freely, he will make you work for what you’re after.

  “Yet you vouched for him.” I turn my head back toward the room, taking a drink of my scotch. Private play parties are good for one thing, alcohol isn’t prohibited, and because I’m not here with anyone and have no intention of scening tonight, I’ll have a couple.

  “So did Dex.”

  I scrub my hand through my hair, slightly annoyed with Derek’s lack of response, but I know better when it comes to him. “Right, but I am pretty sure that Orik wouldn’t have delivered the news of his acceptance here tonight if the application didn’t come from someone like you. So you vouched for him, Dex backed you up, so either you know him really well or you’re following the advice of someone else.”

  “Or, maybe the fact that he works for Bold, hence his bodyguard status with Dex, he’s verified by Sean or he wouldn’t be working with him and Sean got his verification from someone I’d trust with my life. And yes, I’ve met him before, though only briefly.”

  To anyone outside of this conversation, you’d assume Derek was being snippy with me, but that’s hardly the case. Derek is a hard-nosed business man and he doesn’t do anything without vetting every aspect. We’re also talking about the man who has several Pentagon officials on his speed dial. If Derek is vouching for Aryn, he’s legit.

  “So what is he after here? What’s his deal?” My curiosity is getting the better of me. I can’t help asking him what he thinks Aryn’s intentions are here and at The Box. Aryn isn’t the first person to appear at a play party for the first time. Though the main couples, those quick to the equipment, are our regular playmates. The new ones usually come as unattached subs.

  “How so?”

  I give him a very pointed look. “What’s he really after?”

  “A sub.”

  I snort. “Seriously?”

  Derek shrugs his shoulders. “How many of us have walked into a club with the intention of being a Top only to be thwarted, turned down or realize that being on Top isn’t what’s right for us and we take on a more submissive role?”

  “Well, this is true, but you have to be honest with yourself, Derek. How many of those are now Tops?” I counter his claim.

  “Sure, most of them are on top now, but they’re usually just going through the motions verses actually wanting to stay on the bottom.”

  “They’re all truly a Top, but realize the real direction to being a good Top is to bottom first. I’m pretty sure Aryn has no intention of bottoming. I get the impression he thinks he can just jump right in.”

  Derek and I both take drinks of the scotch he poured us a few minutes ago. “Well, he’s friends with Dex, and he pretty much did exactly that.”

  I nod in agreement. “Yes, but Dex came prepared with a willing submissive, and a one that I’m sure has no desire to Top him.”

  He snorts, “I wouldn’t say that. She’s fiery. I imagine at some point we may find their roles reversed.”

  I give him an ‘are-you-kidding’ look and he gives me a sly smile. “I’ll believe it when I see it, but Aryn, I don’t think he has a dominant bone in him.”

  Derek snorts again. “No, he doesn’t.”

  I watch Aryn from my perch in front of the bar on the opposite side of the room. I can tell from here that he is engrossed in the scene happening between Steven and Cassi. I can’t blame him; they are quite the sight to witness.

  “Why so interested in Aryn? What about Kelley?”

  I shrug, thinking about my previous submissive and remember why she’s not here tonight. “We’ve run our course. I’ve done all I can with her. I often wonder if she was bored with me or the lifestyle. We had no long term potential, I offered to train her and I’ve done that so what happens next for her is up to her.”

  “That’s, well, that kind of sucks. You guys are great together,” Derek says to me with a small smile.

  I snort. “In the club, absolutely, outside of it, not so much. She always had a hard time following my rules and I always felt like I punished her more then I rewarded her.”

  “I’m not sure Aryn is what you’re looking for then. Besides, he’s straight.” Hunter states plainly.

  I cock an eyebrow at him. “When has that ever stopped me?”

  *~* ARYN *~*

  “Having fun?” a small female’s voice asks and I turn toward her. It’s Diamond, the unattached submissive I met earlier.

  “Uhh, I think so. It’s a little…”

  “Overwhelming?” She smiles and hands me a beer.

  “Thanks,” I tell her with a smile as I take it from her. “And yes, very much so.”

  “You’ve never been to a party like this before?” she asks. Her voice is soft, comforting and innocent. I find myself drawn to her for some unexplained reason, almost like I can confide in her more than I probably should.

  “Yeah, I didn’t even know about it until yesterday.”

  She gives me one of those ‘oh-ouch’ looks. “Are you staying here, with Master Orion and Dacotah?”

  “Master Orion?” My eyebrows knit together.

  “Sorry, most of the people here use aliases in a club setting. Derek is his name.”

  “Oh, yes. I came with Dex and Raine.” I can’t help but wonder why Dex doesn’t use an alias, given who he is and all, but then again, he sits behind the drums, you’d be surprised at how many people don’t know who he is.

  “Dex is very nice. Raine is sweet. How do you know them?” she asks and I suddenly feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end and I rub at it, not sure what caused it, but I let it go and Master Caden walks past Diamond and I.

  Derek approaches us. “Master Orion,” Diamond addresses him and lowers her head.

  “As you were, Diamond. Everything alright here?” Derek asks Diamond and I’m surprised by that, then I remember something that Cotah had said about keeping things safe for the subs, always.

  “Perfect, just talking with Aryn.”

  Derek smiles at her. “Good. Can I steal him for a minute?” Derek asks her and she nods and excuses herself.

  “Uh…” If I were twelve, I might have actually pouted.

  “Sorry, I heard her ask you how you know Dex and Raine and I wanted to give you a couple of pointers about the anonymity that we maintain here. It’s the reason we introduced you as Aryn and not Beck.” I nod my understanding. “No one here knows who Dex is, or if they do, no one has said anything about it. Master Orik is aware because he doesn’t have a filter when it comes to certain people.”

  “How so?”

  Derek laughs, “He’s a 69 Bottles fan.”

  I join him in laughing as well and there are a few heads, including Master Caden’s, that turn in our direction. Now why I managed to notice Master Caden out of everyone else in the room is beyond me, but I did. Our eyes lock, but somehow I manage to keep talking to Derek. “That was probably a hard pill for Dex to swallow the first time.”

  Derek sobers and I am still locked with Caden and I can’t understand why. Derek squeezes my shoulder, pulling me out of my stare down with Master Caden and I look at Derek, sheepishly mind you.

  There is a knowing smile that spreads across Derek’s lips but no explanation of why. “I would just keep things to friends, when it comes to Dex and Raine. But the details you choose to share inside of these walls or the club’s walls are your choice. Outside of the club is different.”

  “I understand.”

  He smiles then says, “Good. One more thing.”

  “Anything,” I say quickly.

  “Did you have any intention of playing tonight?” Derek asks me, and he’s serious but, I’m not so sure that he is. I get the impression that if I say yes, he is going to tell me that it isn’t a good idea.

 
; “If you mean…no, I don’t plan on…yeah, no.” I’m suddenly unsure about what it is that I’m really doing here. I haven’t a clue how to do any of this stuff and least of all, where to begin with anyone.

  “Okay then.” He smiles and releases me, turning toward where Diamond had wandered off after he stole me away from her. He jerks his head back toward me and Diamond smiles and starts to approach again. “Watch, enjoy.” Derek leans in and whispers, “Though sex isn’t off the table.”

  “I…” I don’t know what to say to that, but I let it go and Derek releases my shoulder, stepping back and walking toward Cotah, who kneels before her Master in a way that makes me surprisingly envious.

  EIGHTEEN

  THE NIGHT PROGRESSED.

  Diamond and I talked quite a bit, but eventually she started wandering around, talking to other Tops and then helping with the aftercare of some of her friends. I envied her involvement but oddly enough, I was comfortable watching.

  Derek has Dacotah bound in rope against one of the crosses and she seems to be in pure heaven. Dex has Raine on another of the crosses and he is doing all kinds of different things to her. I wander ever closer to them, finding myself more comfortable around them than anyone else.

  Some of the scenes have gotten pretty intense and intimate as the night has progressed and while I know they don’t mind the audience, I feel like I am intruding.

  “Aryn?” Someone calls my name and I turn to see Master Caden commanding my attention.

  Somewhere along the night, he hooked up with Diamond and has her strapped to a table toward the middle of the room. I abandon Dex and go over to him.

  “Want to see something really fun?” Master Caden asks with a tone of excitement in his voice. He is holding something white, something that resembles that Halloween webbing.