Bound Obsession (BDSM Erotica) (Club Taboo Book 1) (2 page)

Maybe it would be nice to have someone want her so much that he could moan his way to climax just by looking at her. But no one---

“Abby, sweetie, I’ll get you an in,” she promised. “Hey.”

Clutching her face close, Mariah’s eyes were dull until she revealed the smile that should be featured on a thousand billboards.

“I was scared, too,” she said. “But I’m telling you straight. It can be better than anything that you’ve ever known. And then there’s the money…”

Terrified as she still was at all that she had just seen, the lure of sleeping without worrying if she would have a roof over her head next month finally weakened her resolve, and Abigail’s shoulders sagged as she nodded slightly.

“You… you could get me a… do I even call it an interview?”

Mariah laughed and pulled out her phone out again.

“Not the word I would use for it,” she said, “but I’ll make it happen.”

And Abigail tensed as her friend started the wheels in motion.

Chapter 2

They took a cab from the restaurant. Throughout the entire ride, Mariah kept assuring her friend that everything was on the up and up. The faceless men were screened like they were going into the service, and if there was just one hint of someone not playing by the rules, access was not granted.

“Seriously?” Abigail asked.

“So maybe a bad egg does get in from time to time, but all you have to do is stay on the main floor, and you’re fine.”

Every hair on her body was on edge, and Mariah leaned in closer.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” she whispered. “Just be your true self. That and my word will get you through the door. If it’s what you really want.”

Abigail was still unsure as the cab came to a stop. Mariah handed the driver a fifty and told him to keep the change. Pulling on her friend’s arm, she led her through a purple door and down a dark staircase. As soon as they hit the surface, Abigail recognized the place from the video and started to turn back. She didn’t belong here. She had no business trying to make like she was---

“Easy, Abby,” Mariah soothed. “This is just what you need.”

On the wings of those words, Mariah led Abigail into a brightly lit office, a place seemingly full of sunlight even though they were so far underground. The back of a red leather chair met her eyes, and Abigail was curious as to whose toe tapped behind the legs. Was it a man? Was her interview going to take the form of a cock working its way inside her and determining if she was worthy of the chance? Just the thought of that caused her to cringe, and she nearly drew back when Mariah kept her close and assured her that there was nothing to be scared of.

“She’s nice,” Mariah promised.

She?

As the chair turned, Abigail was surprised to see the crossed thighs of a woman with sleek black hair and violet eyes pressing her long fingers together. Nice? She looked everything but, and Abigail was ready to take her chances on the shadowy staircase when she spoke.

“This is your friend?” the woman asked.

She said it like it was a burden, and maybe it was. Maybe Mariah was about to give up what was working for her at Abigail’s expense.

“This is Abby, Mistress Serena,” Mariah said.

Oh God. What the hell am I getting myself into?

“And even if she doesn’t look it, she knows her stuff.”

Lies and truth had never danced so close together, and Abigail was about to speak when something in Mariah’s eyes kept her silent, kept her believing in the falsehood.

“Abby,” Mistress Serena said. “Interesting.”

Standing to her full height, the woman eclipsed the friends with her slender shadow. Mariah smiled up at her, and Abigail trembled. She shouldn’t be here. She had no place in this world, and once Mistress Serena figured that out, it would be bad for Mariah.

“I… I should be---”

The ebony-haired woman rapped her palm on the desk, and Abigail started to total attention.

“Your friend set this up,” Mistress Serena said. “And you are not about to tell me that you’re going to let her down.”

God damn it, Mariah. Why did I let you convince me that this was a good idea? Why---?

“Stand up straighter!”

Abigail hesitated for all of a second, but when Mariah nudged her ribs, Abigail tossed her shoulders back and stepped slowly to the center of the room as Mistress Serna surveyed the wares.

“And you have done this before, right?”

Shock filled her eyes as she met Mariah’s stare, but a wink told Abigail that she had better get on board lest she spoil the show. Mariah had to have done the same thing. And now it was her turn.

Nodding her head, Abigail lied that all was well, that she had done this a million times with a million other men.

“Can you tell me where you’ve played before?” Serena asked as she played with Abigail’s hair.

When Abigail couldn’t name one club in New York or any other city, Serena glared at Mariah and started to dismiss her as a poser or a bored vanilla that just wanted to indulge in some dark leanings when her clients paid for much more.

“I’ve told you that we need experienced girls on the clock,” Mistress Serena said. “You can’t just bring anyone in off the street and expect that I’ll take her in like some stray cat.”

Cat.
At least she didn’t say
dog
.

“What does she even know about submitting?” Mistress Serena asked.

Nothing. That was the truth. But sometimes a good front was all that needed to convince any man or woman that she could get the job done. Pepper that with an air of mystery, and there was her opening, and Abigail held onto it tight with both hands.

“Maybe… maybe I should just show you,” Abigail murmured.

Her entire body quivered as she hung her head. Reaching behind her head, Abigail lifted her hair and revealed her ivory neck. Falling to her knees, she held her breath and waited.

“What the hell is this?” Mistress Serena asked. Abigail could tell that the question was intended for Mariah, and knowing her place and the role that she was supposed to play, Abigail remained silent as she felt the other woman circling her prostrate from, her eyes burrowing into her skin.

“Are you going to say something for yourself?” Mistress Serena asked.

Now! Do it now.

Lifting her eyes, hardly believing where she was and what she was about to do, Abigail swallowed and smiled shyly.

“Am I… am I permitted to speak?” Abigail asked.

Something in that seemed to put Mistress Serena off her game, and she took a small step back as she pressed her hands to the leather that clung to her sleek waist.

“Go on,” Mistress Serena said, obviously intrigued.

It’s a job, Abby. You need the money. Mariah says that it’s safe. You can trust her.

Abigail could lie and say that she’d done her best work under another name. But Mistress Serena was a woman with connections in this strange new world. She’d sniff out any tall tale and send Abigail away without any hope for the future before she was even off her knees. And Mariah deserved her best efforts. So it fell to Abigail to play the part and make it convincing.

“See… see the thing is… my experience is… private. And I’m not one to kiss and tell.”

That worked; there was no way that this woman could know every man in town who was secretly into whips and leather and everything else on full display on her website.

“See, Serena,” Mariah interjected, her voice a little too eager. “I told you---”

“Be still,” Mistress Serena ordered. Obeying, Mariah held back and picked at her nails. This wasn’t the Mariah that Abigail knew all too well. Her friend was never one to wilt like a shy violet and hold her tongue, and Abigail was not accustomed to waiting on her knees as a strange woman grazed her fingers against her cheek.

“Let me see the neck again,” she ordered.

Bowing her head, Abigail felt Mistress Serena’s hot breath on her burning flesh. A low moan left her lips, and Mistress Serena sniffed her hair before whispering into her ear.

“Do you do girls, too? “ Mistress Serena asked. “Is that part of your private experience?”

For a second, Abigail was too stunned to speak. She knew enough to appreciate the beauty of a stunning woman when she crossed her path; she often felt a mixture of admiration and envy when she looked at Mariah. But that also wasn’t her scene, and she wasn’t sure---

Do you want the job or not, Abby?

Her inner voice caused her to nod, and Mistress Serena pressed her long fingers under Abigail’s chin and smiled widely as she fingered her cheek.

“Let’s see it then,” the woman ordered.

Mistress Serena’s eyes stayed open, and Abigail leaned closer to her parted lips. The woman’s breath was a mixture of mint and tobacco, but there were worse things than accepting her waiting, watering mouth. Abigail started to close her eyes and dive in for the kiss when Mistress Serena snapped her fingers, forcing Abigail out of her reverie.

“Eyes open,” she ordered. “The whole time.”

Licking her lips, Abigail moved forward, and Mistress Serena pressed against her mouth.  Abigail tried to focus on nothing but the moist warmth as the woman’s tongue bathed the insides of her cheeks, her teeth, and she was struck most by the way that Serena’s eyes never blinked. This was what the clients would want, every aspect of her body, even her eyes, enslaved to their whims. As Mistress Serena’s tongue continued to swirl around hers, it occurred to Abigail that she had never looked into the eyes of any man, let alone a woman, while her mouth was claimed. Behind closed eyes, she had always imagined joy and lust, and the feel of a man’s hands gliding across her back, reaching under her skirt, seemed to confirm her suspicions. But now, as she looked, Abigail saw someone considering possibilities that extended beyond simple pleasure. Even as she told herself that this was business, the strangest job interview that she had ever or would ever be on, Abigail wondered if it was always like this. Maybe lovers never drowned in the heat of desire and kept their inner eye on the prize. Because it always ended in sex, and when it was over, even if they stayed, those men stayed distant and only called again when they got that look in their eyes. So she would close her eyes again and accept another kiss and more. It felt good; until it was no longer mattered if it was her or just a body. Any body.

Maybe Abigail was more prepared for this new life than even she realized.

As Mistress Serena continued to kiss her, her hands disappeared under her shirt. There was no cruelty but also no tenderness in the touch. The woman was simply inspecting her, and Abigail hoped that her smooth sides and taut waist would prove pleasing and let her land the gig. Mistress Serena’s arm curved around her frame, and even as Abigail longed to catch Mariah’s eye, she stayed in Serena’s violet pools and hoped that she wasn’t trembling too much as fingers splayed across her middle and gently probed her flesh.

“Hmmm…” Serena murmured. As soon as she pulled away, ending the kiss as she rose to her feet, Abigail was sure that she had done something wrong. Otherwise she would have lingered longer; so would the others. This suddenly felt like a fool’s errand, and she was about to tell Mariah that they should drop the charade and flee when Mistress Serena commanded Abigail to stand.

“I---”

“You feel right. Surprisingly. But I only believe what I see. So up.”

Abigail was definitely shaking as she made her way to her feet, but she reminded herself that interviews of any sort always had a tendency to put her on edge, and her fears were somewhat assuaged when Serena smiled.

“It’s okay,” Mistress Serena said. “Most guys like the flesh to quiver before they break it in.”

So that was the why they came back; Abigail used to wonder it something was wrong with her; she had a tendency to shiver when a man’s cock came into view, and her body always trembled before the moment of climax. In a few short seconds, Mistress Serena had honed in on whatever appeal she had, and now she seemed primed to exploit it to her advantage.

But maybe this could be a mutual arrangement…

“Turn around, Abby.”

Abigail managed to catch Mariah’s eyes for all of a second before spinning on her heel. Once her back was turned, she heard Serena sigh as her eyes settled on her heart-shaped ass tightly concealed by black denim above a lavender tank.

“Now lose the threads.”

Of course she had to get naked; had she really thought that she would get away with anything less? Starting with her shirt, Abigail lifted the garment, and Mistress Serena whistled her approval at the sight of no bra. Stepping forward again, she flattened her palm against Abigail’s back.

“And now the rest,” she said.

Unbuttoning and unzipping, the denim fell to her feet with a soft thud, and as Abigail disentangled herself from the jeans, she started to kick off her heels when Mistress Serena pressed her finger between the flushed cheeks of her ass and demanded that she stay as she was.

This was strange. Anyone could come down the stairs at any moment and discover her in all of her nakedness. Mariah still stood just a few feet away, but Abigail knew that she would not make a move to help her. Any move would do nothing to aid the cause at hand. So it was left for her to wait with baited breath as her cheeks were spread wider, and Mistress Serena’s long finger ran down the length of her crack and settled around her cunt. It wasn’t until Mistress Serena pushed her digit in with unrivalled ease that Abigail realized the height of her arousal. But even as she clenched the woman’s finger around her watering pussy, Abigail instinctively realized that it wasn’t the woman’s hand alone that was causing her eyes to roll back in her head. She was turned on by the simple act of turning her body over to another person’s whims and the reality that she could do nothing about it. And maybe she didn’t even want to.

“Very nice,” Serena said.

Stroking her cunt a final time, Mistress Serena caught her hips in her hands and moaned into her neck.

“You take orders like a pro,” she said. “I will give you that.”

Abigail waited until she was given the order to dress again. Despite the permission, she did so slowly, and as her eyes drifted over her shoulder, she saw Mistress Serena drinking in every inch of her frame until she was finally clothed and allowed to sit. Mariah gingerly took her friend’s hand, and together they waited for the verdict.