2. Kenley

KENLEY

She's a good girl on the outside …

I had been a member at Club Inhibition for more than five years. It was where I had really, truly come to understand my wants and desires. It was where I learned that I didn't always have to be the good girl that was expected of me in my vanilla world. More importantly, it was where I had found Noah, my Dom for the last four years. Well, my Dom until six months ago when my whole world changed.

I got to the club about half an hour ahead of Noah. I was sitting at the bar having a drink when he walked up behind me and kissed my neck. I shivered, my neck being one of the most sensitive spots on my body.

"Hey, sunshine. How are you doing tonight?"

"Better now that you're here. How are you?"

"I'm fantastic. Let's go find a table and talk. I have news."

"Wouldn't you rather find a room?" I grinned.

"I already checked. They're all full right now. I have us on the list for when something comes available."

"Okay, so what's up?"

"I got called into the boss's office today. I got the promotion, Kenley!"

"Oh my God, that's awesome! I'm so excited for you."

"I'm excited too. I've waited a long time for this. There's just one thing."

"Uh oh. That doesn't sound good."

"It might be good, I don't know. How do you feel about moving to California?"

"California? What? Why?" I asked, confused.

"It turns out the promotion requires relocation there."

"Why on earth would you have applied for that?!"

"Because I didn't read to the bottom of the posting. I didn't realize but I don't want to walk away from this. I'm taking the job."

"Fantastic. I guess it's been nice knowing you," I cried, tears running down my face.

I stood to walk away and he caught my arm.

"Sit down," he ordered.

I sat, never able to ignore him when his voice reached that tone. I looked at him expectantly, trying to control my emotions.

"I want you to come with me, sunshine. I want you to move to California with me."

"But Noah, my family is here! My brother and sister, my nieces and nephews. What about my mom and dad? That would devastate them all."

"You could fly back and visit whenever you wanted. This promotion comes with a huge pay raise."

"What about my job, Noah? I work in a bookshop. It's not like it's a chain where I could just transfer."

"Maybe not but there are bookstores there too. You could get another job."

"But, Noah, I don't want another job. I like working for Marc and Leesa."

"You like that more than you love me?" he asked sadly.

"That's not fair and you know it. My whole life is here."

"Aren't I a part of that life?"

"Of course you are. I love you, Noah, but I don't want to walk away from my life here. I don't want to leave my job, my family, this club."

"So you would choose all that over me?"

"And you would choose a job over me?"

"I've been waiting for years for this opportunity to come. You can't just be happy for me?"

"I'm happy for you. I'm thrilled that you got it but I can't move with you. I'm sorry."

I stood and dodged him as he reached for me, managing to avoid his grasp this time.

"Kenley, please," he begged.

"I'm sorry, I can't. I guess this is goodbye. I love you, Noah."

I walked straight out of the club and home to my apartment. I was grateful for the fact I had never moved in with him. There wasn't a particular reason but I sure was glad for it now.

I shook my head, bringing myself out of the reverie, not surprised to find my cheeks damp. I still missed him and what we had together but I made the right choice not moving with him. I wanted to see my nieces and nephews grow up. I wanted my kids to have family when I finally decided to have them. I didn't think I would ever stop missing him, though.

I wiped my tears, happy that no one seemed to have noticed, finished my drink, and headed for the dance floor. I just wanted to lose myself tonight. I waded into the crowd and started swaying with the crowd. It wasn't long before I was dancing with a hot as fuck man. We danced until I was soaked with sweat and I excused myself to get a glass of water and cool off. I decided to head over to the window rooms and see what scenes were going on.

I managed to find one just starting and found a place to stand and watch.

"Kneel," the Domme commanded.

The male sub dropped to his knees, naked as the day he was born. She walked over to the table and laid out the things she would be using in the scene. Crops, floggers, and cords filled the table. The sub was going to have one hell of a scene and I found myself wishing it was me in the room. She walked back over to him and held out her hand. He took it, stood, and followed her to the spanking bench. He positioned himself on the leg rests and leaned over the top of it. She worked to bind his wrists and ankles; leather cuffs tightened around them.

She waited a moment and then smacked his ass, pink coming out as she started to warm him up for play. When his ass was sufficiently pink, she grabbed a strap and slapped it against the side of his ass and I gasped, remembering how good it felt. She did it time and again, red marking him in lines. She moved to a black leather flogger and swung it down on his ass. I watched as she reddened his ass and the back of his thighs.

I miss this. Maybe I should try again.

I hadn't been with a woman since before Noah but this scene was hot as fuck. Her tight leather pants and green corset showed off every curve and she clearly knew what she was doing because this scene was checking every box for me. I looked up to find she had moved onto the cord and was leaving stripes of red on his thighs.

I watched to the end of the scene and she unbound him and helped him out of the room. I had always assumed I would find another Dom when the time came but this scene had made me realize I would also be fine with a Domme. My eyes had been opened and I realized that I was ready to try again.

I headed back to the dance floor and let myself go. I was lost in the music when I sensed I was being watched. I scanned the crowd and found a dark-haired beauty watching me. Her hair reached her waist, much straighter than my own dark hair. I couldn't see her eye color from where I was but her full lips were painted red and her curves were to die for.

I was pushing my way through the crowd toward her, realizing it would be better to leave the dance floor entirely and walk down the part where people entered the club. By the time I got to the front where she had been standing, she was gone. I finally caught sight of her leaving the club with another woman, watching me over her shoulder. I wasn't able to catch her before they hopped into a cab. My heart sank, afraid I wouldn't see her again. After all, it was an open house and she may well have just been here as a guest.

Days later, I was back on the dance floor at the club. I couldn't believe my luck when I saw the same woman across the room.

Sweet, she's a member.

Determined not to lose her this time, I practically shoved half the people dancing over. I had almost reached her before I realized I must have looked psychotic. I slowed my pace, hoping she hadn't seen me, but knowing she had.

"Hey," I cringed as I greeted her lamely.

"Hey yourself. I wondered if I would see you again."

"You did? I mean, me too."

"I would have asked you to dance but my friend was ready to leave. It was an open house so I wasn't allowed to be here without her."

"But you're here now?"

"I became a member this week."

"That was fast," I laughed.

"Well, let's just say I liked what I saw," she winked.

"Oh."

My cheeks turned bright red as I wondered if she was talking about me.

Don't be stupid, she's talking about the club.

"So, are we drinking or dancing first?"

"Umm. Dancing. Definitely dancing."

"Well then let's go, gorgeous."

She held out her hand and together we made our way to the middle of the dance floor and she pulled me close. She bumped my legs apart with one of hers and started grinding against me. I moaned as her thigh pressed against my clit.

"Enjoying the dance?" she smirked. "I know I am."

"I—I?—"

I could barely think let alone speak as she continued. I realized I was quickly approaching an orgasm and really didn't want to do that in the middle of a bunch of people, so I backed off a little.

"Let's get a drink, yeah?"

"Yes, please," I said gratefully.

I wasn't sure if she was a Domme but she sure did come across as one. It was way too soon for me to ask a question like that. Only time would tell, I supposed.