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“Thanks, Sydney.”
“You haven’t seen the loft yet, right?” Tamara slid off the stool.
Kelsey shook her head and cast a look up to the second floor. “No, Greg, Master Greg just mentioned it.”
“Come on. The wooden A frame is new and the Wheel of Misfortune is unique. When you return to your club, you can tell them about it.”
With a wince at Tamara’s false assumption due to her lie, Kelsey rose, curious about both apparatus. But as they reached the stairs next to the dance floor, she paused as she realized one or both of the guys might already be involved with someone. Did she really want to see either man she’d been fantasizing about with his hands all over someone else? She didn’t welcome the prick of jealousy responsible for the tight clutch of her abdomen, but also didn’t want the image of either Greg or Devin with one of these experienced, eager submissives popping into her head over the next few weeks.
Before she could say anything, Tamara turned on the first step, a smile spreading across her face as she looked over Kelsey’s head. Glancing around, she saw two tall men coming toward them, the one with blue eyes just like Sydney’s husband holding out his hand toward Tamara.
“You made it back early.” Tamara melted against the cowboy’s lean body as he hauled her against him and swooped down to take her mouth in a kiss that had Kelsey shuffling her feet in response.
The dark haired man with him cocked his head and winked one, just as dark eye at her, holding out his hand. “I’m Master Kurt, the new Dom.”
What the heck was it about the men in this state? She’d yet to meet one who didn’t tower over her and couldn’t melt the panties off a nun with one piercing look. Kelsey took his hand with a wry grin, happy with the diversion from pining for attention from either of her hosts. “I’m Kelsey, and I’m also new.”
“New to The Barn or new to the lifestyle?” he asked, squeezing her hand.
“Both.” She breathed a sigh of relief she could answer one question honestly.
“Oh!” Tamara gasped. “Sorry, Kelsey, this is my husband, Master Connor.” She turned toward Kurt, adding, “Nice to see you again, Sir.”
“Kelsey, welcome to The Barn.” Tamara’s sexy husband reached out and squeezed her shoulder with a warm look. Why couldn’t Greg or Devin be as pleased to have her here?
“Thank you. It’s nice to meet everyone.”
“I’m up at the bar,” Connor said. “Tam can keep you company until I’m done, if you wish.”
“No need,” Kurt interjected. “I’m free and wouldn’t mind continuing Kelsey’s education, if you’re interested?”
Kelsey took one second to consider the number one rule the guys left her with – she was here to observe, not play – and another second to realize this might be the perfect opportunity to banish the constant fantasies and cravings for Greg and Devin from her head. “I am, very much so, Sir.” Maybe that title didn’t roll off her tongue as easily or feel as right as when she applied it to Greg earlier, but she refused to let that minor detail detour her from accepting his offer. “Thank you.” Taking Master Kurt’s hand again, she turned to Tamara. “Thanks. I hope we can visit again later.”
“Me too.” She finger waved as Master Connor tugged her after him.
Master Kurt didn’t waste any time taking charge, for which Kelsey was grateful as he led her onto the dance floor. “Do you have your own safeword or would you prefer using the club standard?” he asked, pulling her against him as the music changed to a slower tune.
She wasn’t sure what he was talking about but since she wasn’t playing this safe by accepting his invitation, she decided she didn’t need to risk asking. “The standard is easy to remember,” she answered, liking the ripple of his muscles against her as they swayed. She’d never been much of a dancer, but he made it easy by leading and moving her body with seamless effort the way he wanted her to go. There was definitely something to be said for turning over control for a shor
t time.
“You are a little thing, aren’t you?” Master Kurt slid a hand between them and cupped her breast, warming her with his touch and next words. “But I’ve found good things can come in small packages. Nice.” His thumb brushed her nipple and she leaned into his touch even though she couldn’t keep from casting a self-conscious look around.
“I honestly don’t know what to say to that. No one’s said such a thing to me.” And how pathetic was that admission? Her previous lovers had a lot more to answer for than not sticking around, she decided.
“Then you’ve been with the wrong men.” He shifted the arm wrapped around her back downward, using his hand against her butt to urge her against the slow swaying of his pelvis against hers. “You look willing but uncomfortable. Am I right?”
Kelsey blew out a small breath. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Would you rather we take this to the secluded nook for more privacy?”
Before she could think it through, or worry about the ramifications, she nodded and let Master Kurt escort her toward the front of the room with her heart beating in a rapid, staccato rhythm. The girls and slutty bitch were dancing for joy, but a part of her, a big part, couldn’t help wishing it was Greg, or even cranky Devin leading her into a small alcove against the wall. Enclosed on two of the sides by a short, half wall topped with bright green plants, the cozy space sporting one small sofa offered the most seclusion in this place.
“Better?” he asked, taking a seat and tugging her onto his lap.
“Yes, thank you. I’m still…” Pausing, she considered how to phrase her explanation then said, “Wrapping my head around a few things.”
“Understood, so use the safeword if you become too uncomfortable, but try to push yourself. It’s the only way to find out what works for you. Now, put your hands behind your back, lace your fingers together and keep them there.”
