Every month we have a snippet story that is created about one of the members. Usually a 4 part series that the member is involved with as I write about her with information she gives to me about her perfect guy and a fantasy. The stories are quick and fun…this months story has prompted me to write a full novel using this and a previous snippet for another story. Club Kink is the new series and what a wild ride it’s going to be. This month’s snippet story is Misha’s Submission.
Misha’s Quest Part 1
Misha sat in the waiting room of the business office of Club Kink. It wasn’t the first time she looked at the elegantly decorated room and wondered if she should really go through with this. This was the second time she’d been in this plush seat waiting for to be acknowledged by the receptionist. The deep sigh that escaped from her lips sounded extremely loud in the silence that filled the air. She’d read romance novels and watched movies of women submitting to strong men and the desire to be next filled her heart and wet her panties. Which is why she’d filled out the ten-page questionnaire, waited for that monstrosity to be reviewed and approved. Now she was waiting to be interviewed before she could go any further in this process.
The secretary picked up her phone, said a few words, replaced the receiver on the hook and then called Misha over to the desk.
“You’re going to go down this hall,” she said pointing in the direction Misha was supposed to go. “When you get to the end knock on the gold door.”
Misha’s couldn’t help the slight giggle that escaped from her throat, but the serious look of the secretary who heard the sound made Misha fold in her lips to stop any other inappropriate noises from exiting her mouth. Damn she was tired and the noises she made when that happened were honest and hard to hold back. Misha was going to screw herself out this exclusive club before she got in the door so she straightened up her face, nodded at the woman and turned to go down the dim hallway.
“Who the hell decorated this place?” Misha murmured to herself as she placed her hand on the black and gold brocade fabric. The stitching interrupted the cool smoothness of the silk and she wondered what it would be like to wear something made of this material. As she enjoyed her walk down the hall she was drawn to the beautiful and fragrant flowers that decorated each side. Stopping at the bouquet she leaned in and took a whiff…they smelled amazing. She just had to be accepted if only to see what other visual treasures these people could come up with.
When she finally made it to the gold door Misha took a big breath. What was on the other side of the door? Should she turn and go home? Was this a big mistake? The door opened before she could decide if she was going to knock or run and the man before her was confidence, sex and power rolled into one. He was tall; at least 4 inches over six foot, deep brown eyes, with a fresh fade and a goatee that framed such full, luscious lips it was impossible to look away from them. Dark brown sugar. That’s what his skin tone made her think of and damned if that didn’t make her want to taste him even though that was probably bad form before an interview.
“Having second thoughts, Ms. Nelson?”
This man’s voice soothed and aroused at the same time. How the hell is that possible? She broke the stare off she was having with his mouth because it was even more intoxicating to watch him talk. Glancing into his eyes she could see the amusement in their depths. Misha had to pull herself together. She was a woman who was on a mission and this was the man with the key to her fantasies…in more ways than one.
“I possibly was having a few second thoughts but they’re gone.”
“Great. My name is Lincoln Maxwell. Come in, have a seat and we’ll get started.” He didn’t look stern but he didn’t look all that friendly either. Mr. Maxwell looked like he did these interviews all day, every day and the sooner he got started the sooner he’d finish. That was fine with her.
Misha looked around the room and took in the differences between this room and the hallway. No expense had been spared in either place but this room was made for a man. This man, because it suited him to a T. After sitting down she looked at the man in a suit and watched him watch her for what seemed like 5 minutes. He appeared to be looking for something. She saw as well as felt his gaze take in her hair, her face, her outfit and she started to feel a bit uncomfortable. Maybe she should have chosen something sexier, flirtier or just shown up naked. If this was what the interview was going to be like she could have just sent in a picture.
“Is the getting started part going to happen soon?” It would be a shame if this fine ass man was just for show. The intelligence she’d seen in his eyes couldn’t have been faked. Could it?
The smile he graced her with made her breath catch. He was a ruggedly handsome male but when he smiled he upped his sexy quotient exponentially. “You waited 5 minutes. I can tell a lot about a person by making them wait.”
“Like…the way you studied me added what I know about you tells me are a thinker. You don’t fidget when you’re under scrutiny. That shows confidence.” His left eyebrow lifted as he sat at his desk running down what he thought of her. “It’s always attractive to see a woman who knows her worth.”
“Will you be my instructor?” Misha found herself excited just asking that question. What would it be like to submit to this man? He seemed very masterful but his eyes were… if not sweet then at least kind.
He took that moment to stand and she got to see just how well his suit fit him as he walked around to the front of the desk and leaned against it while he shook his head. “I don’t do instruction anymore, nor do I entertain any of the members.”
“So then what do you do?”
“I’m the owner of this club and I make sure I know each and every member. Every application comes through me and every interview is done by me.”
Misha stood up and was face to face with Lincoln. “You get to look at all the lovelies but you don’t allow yourself to touch. That’s an interesting twist; would you care to tell me why?”
“Somehow you’re trying to turn this into my interview.” He reached his hand out and waited for her to place her hand in his. When she did, he stood up and lead her to a large mirror that had three panels and stood behind her before he placed his hands on her shoulders. “I need to get on with the process because I almost allowed it.”
Misha turned her head to the left so she could see him in the mirror. She missed looking at his face when he talked, but he was more interested in rubbing his hands up and down her arms slowly. That shouldn’t be sexy but it was like he was introducing himself to her body in a ritual that something deep inside her understood.
He gathered her hair in his hand and moved it away from her neck. “You’ve beautiful hair. I don’t think I’ve ever seen dreadlocks quite this color. It reminds me of a cherry burgundy…warm and intoxicating.”
She felt the words like caresses as they brushed against her neck and she couldn’t hold back a shiver of awareness.
“One of the reasons I do the interviews is I have a gift of knowing what people need as well as what people want. You are as sensual as they come, Misha.”
Hearing the words “come” and her name together was almost too much, but she struggled to find another question so she didn’t appear as needy and thirsty as she really was. “What makes you think that?”
“Beside the fact that you are watching me with bated breath trying to figure out what I’m going to do next, I watched the joy you had touching the walls and smelling the flowers. Touch, smell, taste and sound all appeal to your nature. You would require an experience full of all of those things to make it fulfilling for you.” He stared into her eyes as they both faced the mirror.
“Do you watch everything that goes on in this club?”
“Every room is monitored both for your safety and the clubs. We allow all kinds of kink. No one is here to judge you, but the safety of each and every member is my utmost priority. You’ve signed an agreement to be recorded but know that none of those tapes are for member consumption and are kept for 30 days. If being on display is something you desire, you and your instructor will work that out.”
Misha spun on him not sure if she was upset that he was talking about foisting her off on someone else or that he wasn’t recognizing whatever was going on between them. It was so potent that it couldn’t be one sided. “I’m not sure about this?”
“Are you talking about your fantasy about submission or something else?”
Maybe she shouldn’t have come to this interview on the heels of a 16 hour shift and a two-hour nap but that couldn’t be avoided. She’d wanted to try this out for a good long while and if this beautiful masterpiece of a man didn’t want to do it maybe she’d get something better. She doubted it but it was possible. In the end she only stood there and shook her head, but changed her mind and decided she had to say something. “Don’t you think I should feel something for the person who’s giving me instruction and helping me figure things out?”
“Of course and I believe you picked 3 gentlemen on your application and listed them as first, second and third choices.”
“That’s because you weren’t in the lineup.” She was trying not to smile at the cheeky smirk he gave her but it was hard.
He cocked his head to the side. “I know I wasn’t in the lineup because I’m not one of the options.”
“So this is what you do? Interview people, find out how easy it is to seduce them and send them on to someone else?”
He didn’t answer the question and Misha had about enough of this interview. She knew people too and she knew they clicked too hard for him not to have noticed. Maybe she could find someone else that could teach her what would make her body sing like she knew the man she was looking at could, but she doubted it.
“To answer your question. No. I don’t usually try to seduce anyone who walks into my office. The interview is me behind the desk and the prospect in the chair, but I saw you and couldn’t resist. Your sexy brown eyes beg for submission even as you attempt to negate it with your boldness.” He pulled her closer and she had to look up at him to watch his expressions. “I had to see if you smelled as good as I thought you did as you passed by me and I had to know how soft your locks would feel against my face.”
“I guess you’re just as sensual as I am.”
“We would be well matched. I would love showing you all you want to experience and I would honor your submission with all I have within me. I would tie you up, kiss you down and drown in the flavors of your body.” He placed his large hand on the back of her head and tugged her hair just a bit.
Misha pushed up on her tippy toes and tasted the lips that had been calling to her as soon as she’d seen them. He moved his hands to the sides of her face and slowed the kiss down. It was like she was trying to steal a kiss but he was taking the time to savor. He ended it way before Misha wanted him too.
“I see the questions in your eyes and I want you to know that I feel the same powerful crackle of attraction between us.”
“So what do we do about it?” Misha watched as Lincoln straightened himself and pulled away from her. It was more than just a physical move; it was like he shut off the light in his expression. It wasn’t friendly and flirty anymore, but more clinical and detached.
“Nothing. We do nothing Ms. Nelson.” He walked back to the desk and picked up the purse she’d sat in the chair next to her. It was like the fun had been sucked out of the room and she wanted nothing more than to bring it back.
“If I’ve said or done something wrong—” Misha began.
“You’ve been a true delight. Your application has been approved. Please see Janelle, the secretary, on your way out to schedule your first lesson.”
Walking toward the door Misha’s mind scrambled for something to say but she knew the rules of the club. When someone told you “no,” you weren’t to argue but to find what you were looking for with someone else, but she didn’t think it would be as thrilling as it would have been with Lincoln. “I think I’ve already learned my first lesson,” she said as she walked by him at the door.
“I think we’ve both learned something today.”
Copyright 2016 Leela Lou Dahlin
Edited by Candy Miller
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