Choosing Kellen Page 11

  As we approach, I finally spot the top of her head. She’s kneeling between the circle of furniture on a plush, burgundy rug. Her face is tipped toward the floor. Her knees are parted wide. And most importantly, she’s naked.

  I’m only marginally shocked and only because I’ve never seen her in such full submission to these three men. They were extremely aware of my ignorance and sensitivities to their lifestyle when I first arrived. I have no doubt they did things I can never imagine when I wasn’t with them, but they were careful to tone it down in my presence for the past month.

  Master Kellen shakes Master Julius’s hand as he pulls me against his side.

  Master Julius smiles. “Sorry about this display here. We had a disciplinary issue.”

  I flinch. I thought I was the one who had daily disciplinary issues. I hadn’t visualized Abby being punished. I wonder what she’s done.

  Master Kellen squeezes me against his side. “Don’t look so stunned, little one. You’re not the only submissive who gets into trouble.”

  Master Beck stands and shakes Master Kellen’s hand next. “This one was a little argumentative this evening. She’s paying a price now.”

  I glance at Abby who has not moved yet. Suddenly, I don’t feel so awkward in my state of dress. She remains very still, her hair spilling down around her so that I can’t see her face. What I can see is that her nipples are stiff.

  Master Kellen shakes Master Levi’s hand last and then takes a seat in one of the armchairs, pulling me between his legs and settling me on one thigh. I squirm when my bottom lands on his muscular leg. My dress hangs loosely around me so that my panties are directly on his thigh.

  Master Kellen sets his other hand above my knee and absently smooths it toward my pussy. Over and over he does this until my panties are wet and I’m biting my lip to keep from moaning. I had been worried that I wouldn’t be able to fully be my little self in front of these people, especially Abby, but now that we’re here, I feel like I’m actually in the less compromising situation. Abby has me beat—naked on her knees on display for all of us.

  “Abby has five more minutes, and then she can join us,” Master Julius informs us. He holds up a thin, nearly translucent piece of material as he continues. “She was wearing this delicate slip, but she was worried it didn’t cover enough of her skin for Sabine’s visit.”

  I laugh in my head at the irony.

  Master Kellen brushes his thumb directly over my clit, making me flinch.

  I instinctively reach down and grab his wrist to stop him, and then I release my grip just as fast and jerk my gaze to his.

  He’s watching me intently, one brow lifted in challenge. “Best behavior, little one. I know you don’t want me to spank you in front of all these people before we’ve even had dinner.”

  I swallow and nod.

  Luckily, he eases his hand back several inches.

  The men discuss the club for a few minutes while I focus on the pulsing between my legs. It takes all my effort to avoid squirming. My panties are soaked, and I’m worried I’m going to leave a wet spot on Master Kellen’s thigh.

  Levi finally turns to Abby. “You may stand, sweetness.”

  She rises and takes the filmy material from Master Julius. “Thank you, Sir.” She pulls it over her head. It is so translucent that it hides nothing. I can see why she would have been concerned.

  Master Julius takes her hand and pulls her close. “Would you like to take Sabine out on the patio for a while before dinner. You two can talk in private.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I glance at Master Kellen, who nods his head and lifts me off his lap. “Behave. Don’t wander away from the patio. I’ll be watching you from in here.”

  “Yes, Sir,” I respond in the same way Abby has just done. I follow her toward the floor-to-ceiling windows that lead out onto the back patio and through the glass door. I don’t release my breath until she shuts it behind us.

  “Sorry about that,” Abby begins as we pad over to a set of lounge chairs that are covered with thick cushions. “I realize now why Master Julius insisted on me wearing this negligee.”

  “Why’s that?” I ask as I sit carefully on the chair next to hers, trying not to show my panties.

  “I’m betting they wanted me to be underdressed so you would feel more comfortable when you arrived as a little.”

  I smile as I futilely tuck the very edge of my dress around my thighs. “It worked. I was fully freaking out all day. I’m not sure why. It’s just you. We’ve been friends for a long time. I should know you wouldn’t judge me. It’s just so awkward.”

  She grins. “Come on, Sabine. You know I’ve been living this lifestyle for two years. I know you didn’t see me day to day, but you had to suspect I was deeply in the role of submissive. If you had any doubts, they’re surely erased now.”

  “I didn’t consider how many similarities there probably are between your choice and this odd experiment of mine. You kind of submit in the same fashion, really.”

  “Absolutely. I don’t choose what I wear any more than you do. Nor do I pick out much of anything. There are hundreds of similarities. And I’ve known Lucy for two years and met several other littles from the club. There are a lot of Daddy Doms at Surrender. I think most of the local Doms who identify as Daddies belong to that particular club simply because they all practice the same kink.”

  I nod. I did see several every time I went to the club.

  Abby points at my dress. “That dress is adorable. You have no reason to be embarrassed.” She points at her. “I’m like sex on display.” She giggles.

  “Do you often dress that sexy around Randle and Meredith?” I ask, referring to the butler and the cook.

  “Nope. Usually, I’m naked.” She chuckles. “They’ve been with Julius’s family for years. They’ve seen everything. There’s no judgement. It was hard to get used to at first, but I’m over it now. I don’t usually panic like I did tonight. Only when someone comes to the house who isn’t used to the lifestyle.”

  “Like me.”

  “Exactly.”

  I shudder. “I’m glad Master Kellen doesn’t have a cook or anyone else working in the house. I’m not sure I could deal with that added pressure right now.”

  “He usually does have one person who comes during the day. Her name is Josie. She’s his personal assistant. He gave her two weeks off so you could train with him without the added concern.”

  I gasp. Master Kellen hasn’t mentioned Josie. But then again, why would he? I appreciate his decision. I don’t think I could be exploring this fetish in his home if someone else were there. “How did you get used to having Randle and Meredith around?”

  Abby smooths her hands over her lap. “It was hard at first, but I already knew them. I was here for a week before I stumbled on that recording and realized my Masters were Doms. They eased me into this lifestyle. Eventually, I stopped worrying about what other people think.”

  “What about outsiders? People who come to the house who don’t know about your arrangement?”

  “That never happens. My Masters are very careful to ensure I’m not exposed to people who wouldn’t understand. They rarely ever have anyone in the house who isn’t part of this world. If they need to do business that involves their mainstream studio, they do it at the office.”

  I’m slowly loosening up. Talking to Abby is helping calm me. She has an answer for everything. “I have to say, I love that slip you’re wearing.” I grin at her. “It’s sexy. I’m pretty sure nothing like that is ever going to be offered to me by Master Kellen.”

  Abby plays with the hem while looking at me. “Your dress doesn’t seem that out of the ordinary. It’s kind of short, but not too young.”

  “Yeah. I chose drawer number twelve today.”

  “What’s that mean?” She cocks her head to one side.

  “Master Kellen has ages on the drawers. I’ve done six, ten, and now twelve.”

  She laughs. “I love it
. That’s perfect. Which did you like best?”

  “I’m not sure. Jury’s still out. Ask me next week. There are aspects of each one that I’ve enjoyed, but honestly, there’s not a great deal of difference in the way he treats me. Although, there is a booster seat in the rear of his SUV. I saw it on the way over here and almost choked. He says it’s for days we go somewhere when I’ve chosen younger ages.”

  Her eyes widen. “Wow, he misses nothing. What’s the youngest drawer?”

  “Two.” I shiver. “I’m not remotely prepared to open it. No telling what he has in mind for that age.”

  “No kidding. But it might be fun.” She shrugs. “I have to admit, though I don’t have the personality to live as a little full-time, there are parts of the lifestyle that intrigue me sometimes. There’s a certain…freedom, I guess.”

  I nod. “That’s true. Lucy tells me that. She enjoys turning control over to Master Roman and letting him make every decision. He even chooses her age every day. And she lived like that almost exclusively for three years before adding a job to her life. The last three days have been so intense that I can’t quite grasp going that long.”

  “She did attend college during that time,” Abby reminds me. “Though Master Roman was very strict about it, and I don’t think she interacted much with her peers. Mostly by personal choice.”

  I draw in a deep breath and blow it out slowly, my nipples brushing against the loose yellow material of my dress. “I can’t get used to not wearing a bra. It feels weird.”

  “I rarely wear one, either. Not at home at least. I’m lucky that my Masters don’t enforce very many rules while I’m at school. We went around and around about my law degree before I started. It’s too stressful for me to also worry about what I’m wearing or not wearing, eating or not eating, reading or not reading. The list is long. I finally put my foot down and told them they had to lighten up while I’m not at home or I would lose my mind.”

  “I’m sure. I can’t imagine going to law school while living under the thumbs of three men.” I giggle. “I don’t think Master Kellen would stand for any stomping feet, however, not even metaphorically. I’m pretty sure if I insisted on anything, he would haul me over his lap and spank me.”

  “Has he done so very many times?”

  I nod, flushing. “Several. I can’t seem to stop myself. I’m not used to behaving. You know me. I’ve never been much of a rule follower. My parents were too uninvolved to care.”

  “Yeah. Do you think that’s what attracted you to the lifestyle? Maybe you want to experience what other kids lived through?”

  I shrug. “Master Kellen says the same thing. Maybe.” I turn to the side, lift my legs onto the lounge, and lean back. “I’ve been thinking about my childhood lately. Master Kellen insists I write in my journal every day, so I tend to ramble about whatever comes to mind. I was really, really spoiled. I had nannies who chased me around to no avail. I hid from them and lied to them and hell, they often didn’t last long.”

  Abby chuckles. “You were still a little wild when we met freshman year of college.”

  “Yep. Did I ever tell you about the time I got into big trouble my senior year?”

  “I don’t think so. I don’t remember you ever getting into much trouble. Your parents were pushovers.”

  “True, but this particular time, I got into trouble with the police. I told my parents I was going to a party at a friend’s house, and that was true. What I didn’t tell them was that the friend’s entire family was out of town. We broke into their house using the key under the back mat.”

  “Oh my God. That’s crazy. I never had the balls you have. Sometimes, I wish I did just to experience the adrenaline rush from getting away with something.”

  “Yeah, well, we didn’t get away with that one. Too many people showed up. One of the neighbors called the cops. We all got caught. They called each of our parents, who had to come get us in the middle of the night. It was the one and only time I saw a new side of my parents. They were livid.”

  “Did they punish you?” Abby asks.

  I shake my head, embarrassed. “No. Other than not speaking to me for a few days. They contacted the homeowners and offered to pay for any damages in exchange for not pressing charges against us.”

  “Wow. That’s huge. Did they at least make you work it off or something?”

  I shake my head. I’ve never told Abby this story, and I’m embarrassed. “When have you known me to work?”

  “Good point.”

  “Hell, if I was a normal human being, I’d have a job right now instead of vacationing all the way across the country where I’ve decided to move in with a man I’ve just met and pretend to be a child.”

  “Maybe it’s exactly what you needed,” Abby suggests. “Apparently, it’s stirring up memories and making you think.”

  “I think so, but it’s weird and kind of painful.” I feel ridiculous when I think back on how spoiled I am. Part of me feels like I need to atone for my past bad behavior by doing it over. I’m not sure how to process that. When Master Kellen punishes me, I get a rush of sorts, kind of like the adrenaline rush I used to get when I was young and got away with something. Like he’s absolving me of past wrongdoings. My own parents shouldn’t have let me get away with half the shit I did. I’m starting to think I’m seriously fucked in the head.

  “Maybe you like being punished because you never experienced that before,” Abby offers. “Does being disobedient make your heart beat faster thinking you might get away with something?”

  I wince. “Yeah. In fact, yesterday I did something naughty behind Master Kellen’s back. I think I did it just to see if I could.”

  Abby chuckles. “Did you get caught?”

  I nod. “Totally. And I still don’t know how.”

  “What did you do?”

  “I peeked in one of the other drawers before choosing the age I wanted to be. He wasn’t in the room. Hell, I’m pretty sure he was in the shower. And he didn’t have time to go through the video from the monitor before I saw him. I’m still pondering the possibility that he’s psychic.”

  Abby giggles again. “I bet he has sensors on the drawers. Like the kind windows have. That way, if you open one, his phone probably beeps.”

  I slap my forehead, certain she’s right. How could I be so naïve?

  “I doubt you’ll get away with anything in Master Kellen’s home. No matter how many times you test him.”

  She’s right. I know she’s right. I also know he doesn’t like my disobedience, and I stare off into the night for a moment, wondering not for the first time if he might eventually be disappointed enough to make me leave before my two-week experiment is over.

  Chapter 13

  Master Kellen

  * * *

  As I push Sabine’s chair in at the dinner table, I watch her closely. I think she’s calmer than when we arrived, but she’s also troubled. I hope her time with Abby was helpful. That was my goal. I don’t want her cut off from her friends. I want her to learn and grow through this experience.

  She tries futilely to tuck her dress under her bottom, and I swat her hand and pull it back out, letting it flow around her instead. I know she gets flustered when her panties are the only thing between her and a chair, but I’m also certain it helps remind her constantly of her little.

  I give a playful tug to one of her braids as I take my seat next to her, and then I lean toward her ear and whisper. “Spread your legs, baby girl. Wide.”

  She flinches, but does as I’ve instructed, wrapping her ankles around the chair legs.

  I set my palm on her bare thigh and run it up and down, pushing her skirt higher and letting my pinky glide across her clit several times. Her panties are wet. I’m doing my job.

  “Sit up straight, Sabine,” I tell her.

  She pulls out of her slouch as she glances around the table. No one is paying attention to our interaction, at least not obviously.

  Sabine is lucky she�
�s sitting in a chair at all. She should be grateful. Apparently, Abby hasn’t been granted that pleasure this evening. She’s on her knees between Julius and Beck.

  We spoke of their motives while the women were outside. I know part of the reason they’re being so hard on Abby this evening is to put Sabine at ease. It’s working, and I’m grateful.

  I love how she fidgets next to me. She’s her adorable self when she squirms. She fights it, but she likes it when I touch her so blatantly, especially when someone might see us. The thought of getting caught seems to heighten her arousal.

  Dinner goes smoothly. Sabine even interacts with Julius, Beck, and Levi when they speak to her. She seems to relax as time ticks by. She sits politely, eats what she is served, and manages to stay out of trouble. That’s saying something for Sabine. I’ve decided mischief runs through her veins.

  When we finish eating, we move to the library, but we don’t stay long before I announce that it’s past Sabine’s bedtime.

  She glances down at my words, wringing her hands in front of her as she squirms on my lap. Abby is curled up on one end of a loveseat, Beck beside her with a hand on her hip. She’s been mostly quiet for the second half of the evening, though I’ve noticed her watching Sabine closely. I don’t blame her. I’m glad she’s paying attention to her friend.

  When we’re back in the car, I ask Sabine, “How did it go with Abby while you were outside?”

  “It went well, Sir. Thank you for bringing me.”

  “I want you to be able to talk things out with your friends. I don’t want you to feel isolated through this process.”

  She nods. “We talked. She helped me understand some things better.” She doesn’t offer me more information, and I don’t pry. She needs to be able to have a confidante. Someone she can trust to unload with. I won’t question her further. If she wants to share with me, she will. Besides, I have no right. I’m a temporary Daddy figure. This experiment is meant to help her find her true self, I remind myself. I don’t need to be privy to her every thought and feeling. She has her journal for that.