Page 33 of Shifted Desire

Still, my heartbeat thuds in time with the heavy bass of the club music, and I scan the space for anywhere to sit that won’t invite interest from other clubgoers. If I know anything from my time at my old club, newcomers on a weeknight draw curiosity, and I’m too on edge to chat.

“Are you lost, old man?”

I whip around to find Samantha standing behind me, and any thought of grumbling at her sass goes out the window when I see what she’s wearing. Or rather, not wearing.

Her black dress, if you can even call it a dress, clings to her body, with large cutouts on the sides that reveal the dip of her waist and the sides of her breasts, the skirt barely coming down far enough to cover her crotch. I bet when she turns around, you can see the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her legs look a million miles long in the matching black platform boots. Sam is already tall, but the massive heels put her close to my height, and I enjoy being eye-to-eye more than I would’ve guessed.

“Samantha.” Her name is rough, coming out of my throat like I’ve been gargling shards of glass.

She shakes her head, platinum blonde waves swaying with the movement. “No, I’m Pearl here.”

“Shit, right.”

“And who are you?” she asks, running a fingertip down my chest, teasing at the hint of bare skin where I’ve undone a few buttons.

When they asked me what pseudonym I wanted to use, I panicked and used my old one, which is just great, because she’s going to tease the shit out of me for being so basic. “Wolf.”

As predicted, her lips curve into a grin. “How apt.”

“Why are you Pearl?” I ask, trying to deflect before she teases me.

Her smile grows wicked, and a pulse of arousal radiates from her, washing over me in tingling waves. “Because I’m great at eating pussy. And I love pearl necklaces.”

The mental image of her eating out a woman while covered in my cum flashes through my mind, and shit, I like that.

“Is that what you came here for tonight?” I ask thickly.

Samantha turns to look around the room, surveying her prospects. “Hmm, I think tonight I’d like to be more…” She locks her gaze back on me. “Focused.”

She reaches out and laces her fingers through mine. I’m so taken aback by the touch that I stumble a little when she tugs me after her.

“Come on, Wolf,” she says with a soft chuckle. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

When I follow, I hear her murmur “good boy,” and there’s a rush of humiliation and excitement as I remember how honest I was in the kink survey.

Samantha guides me into a hallway I remember from the other night, then procures a keycard from her purse to open one of the doors that doesn’t have an observation window, and holds it open, gesturing for me to go inside.

The room is pretty basic, with your standard rack of floggers and equipment, and dark red walls. The only furniture is a large spanking bench that could double as a surface to fuck on and a pleather couch.

My pulse races as she closes the door behind us, wondering what comes next.

I’m so used to taking the lead that not knowing what is going on tonight makes my head swim. Hells, this whole thing with Samantha is leaving me addled and lust-fogged.

“I read your answers,” Samantha says conversationally, but there’s another pulse of arousal from her that makes my dick thicken. She sits on the couch, her skirt riding up even more indecently, and pats the spot next to her. “Sit.”

I glare at her, even as my pulse spikes. “I’m not a dog.”

She rolls her eyes. “I know you’re not. You’re a big, strong, mean werewolf. But I’ll give you a treat if you listen.” She spreads her thighs and fuck me, she doesn’t have any panties on.

“Gods,” I groan, running a hand over my hair, careful not to disrupt the curls I'd tried to act nonchalant about brushing before running out to meet her.

“Oh, come on, I’m just having some fun. You’re the one that checked ‘interested’ for the submissive shit.”

I did.

I checked “interested” on most of the damn sheet, my dick hard enough to hammer nails as I thought about doing all of them with Samantha.

She checked “interested” in almost everything too. The only things off the table for her are adult diapering, scat, mummification, and extreme knife and medical play. I couldn’t help wondering when I read through her answers if she really meant them or if she was flippantly saying she’s game for almost everything. She starred several things, so I’m going to stick to those just to be safe.