A DOM FOR
PATTI
Elodie Parkes
Copyright © 2015
Chapter One
Friday,
late afternoon, and Patti leaned back in her desk chair thinking about the
night ahead. She couldn’t decide if she should go to The Club, or stay home
with a DVD of her favorite movie. The memory of her last time visiting the BDSM
club, on a night three weeks ago, was still painfully fresh in her mind. After
becoming a member almost two years ago, Patti had found her sexual freedom and
relief from stress in The Club’s ambience and safety. She knew people there—it
was a friendly place. She could seek out a Master in the happy knowledge that
he would take care of her and there’d be no questions, no decisions––only
blissful sexual release.
All
that disappeared when Patti was introduced to a new member during her last
visit. Since then, Patti had stayed away from her prior sanctuary. Two things
had happened to her on that night, as
Patti liked to call it: Her immediate intense attraction to the man, introduced
to her as Cade, was alarming––and she’d been hugely disappointed when he’d dismissed her after only a few minutes. A vividly sensual picture
raced through her mind, forcing her sexual needs to nag and her loneliness to
bite. The memory of the kiss with Cade played on her mouth. Her thighs tingled,
as if from the contact with his as she’d sat on his lap. In retrospect, she
wished Master Jonathan hadn’t even asked her to join in, but then she squashed
down that thought, knowing she could have refused. As soon as she’d set eyes on
handsome Cade, she’d wanted to be with him.
Shocked
that a few moments’ encounter with a stranger was the catalyst for all her
repressed emotions to pour out and wreck her equilibrium, Patti’s exasperation
forced her to stand and stalk to her office window. Her thoughts drifted as she
stared out.
Patti
had been practically in love with Master Jonathan. He’d trained her when she’d
shown up, determined to go through with her need for submission. Even though
she’d known from the start he was in love with someone else because he’d told
her, she’d held onto his intense attention to her pleasure as evidence he might
love her , instead or as well.
Patti
tried a variety of submissive scenes as she dealt with her disappointment over Jonathan
after her training finished. She’d used her safeword a few times in those
scenes. If the last year had taught Patti anything, she knew now she wanted a
Dom who was more inclined to tender, sensual dominance than anything else. Sometimes
the want became a craving––she’d finally admitted to actually needing someone
permanent in her life, about halfway through her self-inflicted absence from The
Club. She frowned as she found herself once more wishing she could meet a man,
a Dom, to fall in love with and be loved by, always—— well, at least with the potential for ‘always’.
A
long sigh of sadness escaped as she turned her attention back to work and
returned to her computer screen. Patti scrolled down her email list. Unable to
concentrate, she made sure there was nothing that needed dealing with that
afternoon and closed her email program. A quick glance at the time on her
computer provided the final reason to pack up and go home .
Already six … where did the last hour
go? I’m becoming morose, sitting around re-living that night . I’ll go to the club tonight. I need it.
****
The
dance music in The Club changed tempo, and the low rhythmic thump echoed Patti’s
heartbeat as she walked through the dimly lit main room. Strangely nervous, she
skirted the large space and found a seat at a table close to the dance floor. None
of the Masters Patti knew were alone and so she watched the dancers, in
simulations of sex, swaying and circling each other. The darkness soothed Patti.
The music lifted her spirits and she smiled at the lovely sight of people
enjoying each other. She relaxed in the familiar atmosphere and
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