“Are you lost, babygirl?”
I look up and see the man from my dreams. The man looms over me. He’s in a tux, with a black mask obscuring some of his face. The black fabric gives a dramatic frame to his beautiful dark eyes.
“H-hi.” The word falls from my lips.
He looks me up and down and raises a brow. “Black tonight.”
“Yeah.” I hesitate. “Do I know you?”
He tilts his head to the side. “Do you want to go inside?”
“More than anything,” I say.
He chuckles and I have to laugh at myself. I sound pretty desperate. He offers his arm. “Do you trust me?”
“No.” I shouldn’t, anyway. The truth is, I do. Because I feel like I know him. I take his arm. “But I’ll go with you, for a night.”
“My name is Dimitri,” he says. Its seems familiar.
I want to tell him I knew his name, but there’s no reason to say that. “I’m Gwen.”
His gaze flicks over me, taking in the kitty ears. He guides me up to the bouncer.
“This is my guest for the night,” Dimitri explains.
“She needs a mask,” the bouncer says.
“Ah, yes.” Dimitri pats his pocket and draws out a silky mask. White. I’d worn white last night. The color makes me pause. For a moment, I think I remember something about him commenting on my white dress, but it passes.
I tip my face up and let Dimitri secure the mask. He ties it into place and offers his arm. “Shall we?”
Inside, the dark space feels both new and familiar. I stare at the dance floor where I danced last night, but still can’t quite remember actually dancing.
Dimitri starts to lead me to the bar and I hesitate. He senses it and stops, waiting silently. I get the feeling he’s waiting for me to say something.
I glance around and see the door to the coat check. A memory skips through my mind, scampering just out of reach.
I lick my lips. I’m not sure what I’m going to say next, but I trust my instincts. “I want to go downstairs.”
“Have you been before?”
I wrack my memory. I should say no, but there’s something resisting the word. “I have,” I say slowly.
He seems on the verge of saying something. But without protest, he leads me through the coat check area, past two huge bouncers, and down a hidden set of stairs. The scent of the place, a mild but sultry perfume that tickles my memory, rises up to greet me.
When we reach the bottom of the stairs, I step forward eagerly, greeting the sight of the BDSM club like an old friend.
Dimitri has a thoughtful look on his face. He leads me to a red leather chair and makes sure I’ve settled before sinking into his own seat.
“Drink?” He raises a finger, and a black clad server comes over and bows close enough for Dimitri to whisper in his ear. I cross and uncross my legs, too excited to sit still.
Dimitri finishes ordering our drinks and settles back into his chair, steepling his fingers.
“You seem very familiar with this place, Ms. Gwen,” he says.
“I remember it. I think.”
“You think?” His black brow rises.
I shrug. “Once upon a dream.”
More couples are pouring down the stairs, the ladies and one or two men clad in dresses and fancy updos that would make Marie Antoinette seethe with jealousy.
I press my legs together, suddenly unsure of my outfit.
“Relax,” Dimitri murmurs like he can read my mind. “You’re adorable. I wouldn’t change one thing about you.”
I lick my lips. “Thank you.”
“And who are you for Halloween?”
“I’m a cat. Meow.”
“Shall I pet you?”
“If you like,” I say primly, but I let my legs fall open.
I’m not wearing any panties.
Dimitri’s eyes darken as he stares between my legs. “Kitty wants to play?”
“More than anything.” My voice is low, sultry.
The server returns with a tray holding two items. Dimitri takes his drink and removes the second item, holding it up for me to see. My stomach flips, my mouth going dry.
“Every kitty needs a tail.” He shakes it, turning it to show off every angle. It’s a silver metal bulb with a long fluffy tail attached. Pink fur.
“Well, kitty cat? Are you ready?” His smirk is a dare.
He outplayed me. But not for long.
I slide from the chair to my hands and knees. I crawl across the floor as sensuously as I know how. The black fire in his eyes tells me I’m sexy as hell. When I reach him, I nuzzle his knee.
“Good kitty.” He sounds a bit surprised, but he strokes my hair back. “Lie over my lap.”
I do, stretching onto his hard legs. He rolls up my tight dress. I try not to quiver, and fail.
Dimitri drags the soft fur over my bottom.
“The question is, which hole to use.” He teases my wet pussy folds with the cold metal. I squirm and he smacks my bare ass. “Behave, little one.”
I wriggle harder, and he chuckles. “Very well. I will give you what you want. After I insert this plug.”
He slides the plug into my pussy. It stretches my delicate entrance, but my body soon swallows it whole, embracing it.
“Let’s warm you up, shall we?” He grips my bottom, hard, and the nerve endings flare to life. I don’t remember, but my body remembers this position over a tall man’s lap, ass in the air, being spanked by his hard palm.
That’s just what Dimitri does. He warms my ass cheeks up with a few squeezes, then smacks each one hard enough to make me squeak. He spanks me for a solid minute, pauses to tug and twist the plug in my pussy until I squirm, and then spanks me again. Round after round, until my ass is hot and glowy. My pussy throbs, tightening on the plug.
“You’ve done so well.” Dimitri’s murmur is pure seduction and sin. The snake tempting Eve. “But I’m afraid you’re not wearing your tail properly.” He tugs it out and it comes free with a slick sound.
Oh no. I shift on his thighs, but it’s too late to escape.
“Reach back, pet, and show me where this belongs.”
Nope, not happening. I grip the well-tailored slacks, trying to hug his calves. Not gonna do that, nope, nope, nope. A chuckle tells me Dimitri knows exactly what’s going on in my mind.
The plug comes to my pussy lips again, and strokes between them, soothing the deep itch in my sex, gathering more of my wetness. “If you do, you’ll get a reward.”
Damn. Slowly, I reach back and grab my chastised buttocks. The skin of my bottom is hot in my hands. I hesitate, then pull my ass cheeks apart. Damn, this is embarrassing. My face is as hot as my butt. I duck my head, trying to hide in his pants leg. But I keep holding my bottom open.
“Good girl.” Of course, he doesn’t stick the plug in right away. Why would he, when he can dip a finger into the valley between my reddened ass cheeks and tease the tender skin around my rear hole? “Such a pretty hole,” he tells me, still exploring the crinkled area. I want to clench my cheeks, but he thought this through. I can’t clench when he’s made me hold them open. I’m dying. This is so wrong.
I am so wet.
It’s almost a mercy when he finally sets the metal tip of the plug against my butt.